“Good. My turn.” He leaned his back against the wall and gave her one of his drop-your-panties grins. If she’d had any underwear on, she would’ve done just that. “Start with my front, baby. I’m a dirty, dirty boy. Especially between the legs.”
She shoved him back as he reached for her and started applying soap in slow, circular motions. He was as solid as his brother. Between the two of them, they’d cornered the market on sexiness. No wonder she’d never found any other men that attractive. The Northman brothers must’ve been at the front of the line when good looks were handed out. They’d gotten more than their fair share.
By the time she’d finished washing his chest, not daring to dip lower and getting a complaint from him for not doing so, she was aching to forget her plan and get down to the business of satisfying both herself and them. “Hands on the wall.”
“Are you sure? I think you might’ve missed a spot.”
“Gunner, I swear, if you don’t let her get done washing you, I’m going to toss your sorry ass out of the shower.”
It pleased her that Rick was so impatient to get his hands on her. At least she wasn’t the only one dying to have sex.
She finished washing Gunner, hurrying a little at the end to get done so she could really touch them. “I guess this soap on a rope works okay.”
Gunner took the rope from her. “And not only for the soap part of it.”
Her gasp came as Gunner moved her around, putting her back to him, then tying the rope loosely around her wrists. Rick stepped forward, bringing her to him, then bent his head to take in a nipple. His hand slipped between her legs.
Damn, how I’ve missed their touch!
Her craving took over, wiping her plan from her mind, as his fingers found their place against her clit. His tongue swept over her hard nipple, mimicking the way he rubbed her throbbing hot center. She laid her head back, letting the spray hit her from both sides. Warm water trailed over her body, but its heat was nothing compared to that of her men’s bodies against her skin.
She leaned against Gunner as he played with her butt cheeks. His tongue trailed over the curve of her neck, splintering her resolve even more.
“I’m dying to fuck your ass. You know that, don’t you? Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
She whimpered, struggling to remember what she was supposed to do. “Yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my mouth. Fuck every part of me.”
“I guess she’s as horny as I am.” Rick nipped at her other nipple, then thrust his fingers into her pussy.
They were everything she’d dreamed of and more. They were the cowboy heroes of her fantasies and the strong men she’d almost given up searching for. They’d proven her wrong about their ranch and now they’d proven her wrong in her misguided belief that men like them didn’t exist.
Gunner clutched her wet hair and jerked her head back. The movement hurt for a flash, then was gone.
He put his mouth against her ear. “You wanted it rough, right?”
A flicker of fear came and went. She trusted them, more than she’d trusted anyone. “Give it to me rough.”
“We wouldn’t want to disappoint our woman.” Rick twisted her nipple, biting down on the other one.
She cried out as Gunner added a slap to her rump, then another smack to her other butt cheek. His finger thrust into her anus without warning, without preparation. Yet whether it was because she wanted it so much or because the warm water had helped, the sting was short-lived. Another finger followed the first one. He spanked her again, then bit down on her neck.
For a moment, for only a moment, the fear came back. She had believed he wouldn’t actually bite her. Yet had his teeth felt sharper than they should have?
Gunner jerked her hair again, bringing her head back even farther. “Beg for it, baby. Beg us to fuck you.”
She’d never begged for anything in her life. At first, her stubbornness railed against the idea, but another swat to her butt brought her around. If they told her to get on her knees and beg them, then she’d do it with a smile.
“Please, fuck me. I need you so much. I’ve missed you more than I can say.”
Rick brought his lips to hers in a sweet kiss that contradicted their rough treatment. “We missed you, too, baby.”
She stared into his eyes, no longer caring that they were filled with the strange color. What she saw in them brought a lump to her throat.
He loves me.
His lips crushed against hers, hard, needy, unrelenting. She moaned, pouring the sound into his mouth, his tongue a spear that would vanquish any resistance. Kissing him back, she met his urgency with her own.
They possessed her, with their kisses, with their exploration of her body. No part of her was left out, no part of her didn’t buzz with the electric sexual tension that was always with them. They’d called her their woman, and although she hadn’t voiced it, they were her men. But they knew. They had to already know.