“Are you sure you’re too tired?” She chuckled, adding an edge of snarkiness. “I thought you guys were rough.”
“You want it rough, huh?”
She thrust out her chest, daring Gunner. “I don’t think you can handle rough. Not in your present pitiful condition.”
“Girl, you’re just the thing I needed to get me going again.” Rick set his glass down on the bar with a loud bang, then strode toward her. If she kept to her plan of seducing them, then getting them to talk, she’d find out everything she wanted to know.
Sliding her tongue over her lips to further distract them, she took off running, slipping past Gunner to bound up the steps. “Catch me if you can, guys.”
They came after her, hot on her heels. In a strange way, it reminded her of the gray wolf as he ran after her, delaying the moment that he’d strike. But this time, she didn’t want to get away.
Fooling them, she raced past her bedroom to the door at the end of the hallway. She’d just opened the door when a naked Gunner grabbed her and pushed her back. He threw her on top of the bed. Rick came beside them and took the arm his brother hadn’t already caught.
How had they gotten undressed so fast?
The amber had grown more prevalent. She’d been right in recognizing that the color was stronger whenever they were angry or horny. Fighting against them, but not too hard, she kicked out, then paused, dragging her breath in and out.
“This isn’t my room,” she puffed out.
“It is now. If we’d had time, we would’ve moved you into it before now.”
“Rick, didn’t she say something about us stinking?”
“I seem to recall something about her taking a shower with us.”
“She sure as hell did.”
Gunner’s grip on her arm tightened as he jerked her to her feet. “Come with me.”
Rick got past them and was already turning on the water in the huge shower. The bathroom, although modest with simple décor, boasted a shower that had two heads and was large enough for five people.
Before she could ease under the spray, Rick grabbed her other hand and tugged her inside along with him. She yelped as the warm water hit her, then worked to stay on her feet when Rick whirled her around to the other spray of water. Gunner adjusted the temperature on both, making it a pleasant warmth that spread over her body, wetting her hair into a slick of darkness with a slice of pink darting through it.
Rick tugged on a strand of the pink. “Why’d you put this color in your hair?”
“You don’t like it? Do you think it looks ridiculous?”
“Naw. It suits you.”
She fell back to her plan of baiting them. “Still, if anything’s ridiculous, it’s that soap on a rope.” She pulled the rope off the shower bar and held it up. “Who still buys these things?”
Gunner snatched it from her.”We like it.”
“I guess it has its purpose. You.” She took Rick by the arm and made him twist around until he faced the wall. “Hands on the wall, big guy.”
“What for?”
“You’re not touching me again until you smell like a human being.”
Again with the telling look? Is it a brother thing?
She took the soap away from Gunner, then rubbed the bar of soap over Rick’s back and felt the rush of current pass between them. He was massive, the width of his shoulders spanning an average man’s width and more. Sliding the soap over his back wasn’t enough. Making lather on her hands proved less effective in getting him clean, but it was definitely more appealing. Her hands slid over his back, down around the strong arm muscles, then along the lean line of his waist. She paused, wondered if she dared to explore between his legs, then thought better of it.
Stick to the plan, girl. Turn them on, but not too fast. Make them earn it.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed her, adding a smirk to his face.
“Get rid of that grin.” She slapped his hand away. “Like I said. No touching me until you’re clean.” She had to slap Gunner’s hand away, too, as it strayed to her breasts. “You wait your turn. Got it?”
“Shit, but she’s bossy.”
Rick’s chuckle rippled through her chest and into her soap-covered hand. “Good thing she’s sexy.”
She met his gaze, lifted one eyebrow as if to say “is that right?”, then wrapped her hand around his package. He startled, giving her a little payback. She stroked him, the soap sliding her palm easily up and down his cock. His eyes colored even more and his body tensed, preparing for more. When at last she couldn’t stand it any longer, she stepped away, then signaled for Gunner to “assume the position.”