“Ready, baby?” Griffen interrupted her musing by hovering over her, holding up a glass of wine, and nodding toward the hallway. “Water’s hot. I even put bubbles in.”
“Where did you get bubbles?” She groaned as she heaved herself off the sofa and wobbled on her feet.
“Bought them a few days ago.”
“And you’ve been holding out?”
He shrugged as she followed him to the bathroom. “What can I say? I’m greedy. I like you in the shower with me where I can wash you myself. Tub’s kinda small.”
She giggled as she pushed by him to get to the bathtub. Without thought, she peeled off her scrubs, dropped them in the hamper, and then lowered her aching body into the perfect water on a long moan.
He’d filled it more than halfway. It totally covered her up to her neck.
Griffen was breathing heavily as he leaned over and handed her the glass of wine. “You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he muttered.
“Mmm,” she took a sip of the Merlot and set it on the side of the tub, “hope not.”
Griffen perched on the edge and trailed the tips of his fingers along the top of the water, following them with his gaze until he reached her face, cupped her cheek, and leaned down to take her lips.
She instantly opened for him. The second his tongue met hers, she was lost. This was how it always was. Maybe she could restrain herself in either man’s presence if they weren’t touching her or leaning too close, but one brush of lips, and her pussy flooded, her nipples hardened, and her pulse rate soared.
She reached out with one soaking wet arm and grabbed his forearm next to her cheek.
Finally, he released her and stood. “Have a nice bath, baby.”
Her gaze shot wide, and her mouth fell open. She watched his back as he padded from the room. Damn him.
Smugness wafted off his back as he shut the door. He knew all too well what he’d just done to her. And then left her.
The only consolation she had was knowing his cock was hard and aching too.
She closed her eyes, eased farther into the water, and breathed slow and deep. She asked for this. She would take advantage of it. She just wondered if Griffen could really give her one evening without sex.
“I feel you relaxing, love. What are you doing?”
She smiled at Miles’ interruption.
“Mmm. Bath.”
“Alone?”
“Mmm.”
“Your little noises are making my cock rock hard.”
“Mmm.” She didn’t have the energy even for telepathy.
Miles chuckled low into her mind. “Touch yourself, love.”
Her eyes shot open as her pussy responded to his words. “Miles…”
“Touch yourself, Rebecca. I want to experience it from here.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Griffen interrupted. “I’m in the goddamn kitchen, dude. I can’t handle that from this close.”
Miles chuckled into both their minds now. “Suck it up. I’m way out in the middle of nowhere with a sick horse. I’m probably going to be here for several hours. I want my woman to get herself off so I can experience it in my mind at least.”
“Dude, I was trying to give her some space. She’s supposed to be relaxing.”
The damage was already done, though. Miles put the idea into her mind, and now Rebecca couldn’t keep her hands from sliding over her breasts, down her belly, and between her legs. She spread them wider, letting her knees fall open as Griffen stated his case.
There was a pause in the communication.
She heard something crash in the kitchen, and she smiled, her eyes drifting shut.
“Put the knife down, Grif, before you hurt yourself,” Miles said.
Griffen moaned. “Damn you,” he muttered. “I was chopping vegetables.”
Miles turned his attention to Rebecca. She could feel the moment he entered her mind more fully to hone in on her actions. “God, love. That’s so hot. I can visualize every move in my head. Leave your mind open for me, love. Let me be there.”
Rebecca moaned again and lifted her ass off the bottom of the tub.
“That’s it, love. Stroke through your pussy for me…”
She followed his directions. Her fingers were already there, but she let him take the reins.
“Now your clit, love. Rub your fingers over that tight bundle of nerves.”
The noises coming from her mouth weren’t silent. She moaned out loud. Her men both knew. She was an open book, unable to block anything in her lust.
Water sloshed around her. She didn’t open her eyes.
“Concentrate on your pussy, love. Make yourself come for me.” Even through their connection, she could hear Miles’ voice as lower, deeper, seductive.
Masturbation wasn’t something she normally did as a performance, and this certainly felt like a show. Even though Miles was almost an hour away and Griffen was in the kitchen, she still felt exposed.