seconds, both men’s cocks seemed to thicken inside her and they cried out in their heated release.
She was drained, her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Aside from heavy breathing, the crackling of the fire and someone getting dressed, the silence in the room was overpowering.
“Make a bath for her,” she heard Logan say as Spencer withdrew from her. Someone untied her wrists, but she was too tired to move her hands or keep her eyes open. She must have drifted off because she didn’t remember being removed from Logan, and when she came to, she was being carried in a pair of strong arms. Instinctively she knew he wasn’t Logan. He didn’t smell like him, but from the tender way he held her, she knew she was safe and snuggled up against a strong, hot, naked chest.
“Where are you taking me?” she mumbled sleepily, not wanting to open her eyes. Not wanting to know who was carrying her. Oh, heck, who was she kidding? She was feeling all embarrassed now that she’d had sex with three strangers.
“Getting you a nice hot bath,” the gruff male voice she recognized as Spencer said. Yes, the beauty of having a solar-heated water tank. Always hot water for a bath after her clients visited. In this case, three clients. Wowsa!
Balmy steam curled around her as they entered the bathroom. She smiled, feeling giddy and sexually satisfied and oh-so-pleasantly sore, yet unpleasantly sticky between her thighs and ass as he gently lowered her into the water. To her surprise, little bubbles snapped and burst and caressed her sensitive ass and pussy.
The lavender scent of her favorite bubble bath, one that she hadn’t used since the Catastrophe, wafted up from the steam, and for a split second, Teyla thought of the man placing her in the tub as being Logan. Logan as her husband and they were about to enjoy a bath together.
That lovely thought disintegrated as the warm water whispered over her flesh and her eyes snapped open to gaze straight into Spencer’s dark green eyes.
Wow, he certainly did have the nicest color of eyes, she thought as he tenderly set her into the tub. And damned if her face didn’t feel way too hot as another shot of embarrassment whipped through her. This man, this complete stranger, and his friend, as well as Logan, had just fucked her. And now he’d lowered her naked body into a tub of water and maybe even wanted more sex. She was tired. Kind of, anyways, and suddenly she wished she could just sink her head into the froth of bubbles and not come up until he was gone.
“Okay, so what are you doing with my woman?” Logan’s voice echoed from the doorway.
To her surprise, Teyla sighed in relief at having Logan nearby. Not that she didn’t not like this guy. She just didn’t know him. It felt awkward, and she wondered where the other one had gotten off to.
“Hey, I thought we were sharing,” Spencer grinned down at her and winked. He looked so sexy and friendly when he did that, and Teyla instinctively realized this guy would never harm her.
“She’s too pretty to share. Now get out. I’m feeling like a bath myself.”
“Looks like room enough for three in the tub,” Spencer replied as he unfolded his tall body and stood.
My, oh, my, he was a tall one. Even taller than Logan, Teyla realized as she looked up at the giant of a man.
Logan ignored his comment, his gaze snapping to hers and holding it.
“You stay there. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Her heart thumped with wicked anticipation as both men left the bathroom. Logan had called her pretty. Too pretty to share. A giddy warmth gushed through her and she chastised herself for thinking such silliness.
He was just being nice. That was all. And maybe wanting to have more sex?
She didn’t have time to contemplate that last thought when the door burst open wider and Logan stepped back in. He carried a tray she recognized as one she kept in her kitchen closet. She spied a wine bottle, two wine glasses, and a small vase of wildflowers.
“Now where in the world did you find those?” She hadn’t seen wildflowers since before the Catastrophe.
“Well, I could take the compliment myself and pretend I ordered them especially for you, but it was Cassidy who found them up in a sheltered field in the next valley on their way over here. He picked them for you. He just didn’t get the chance to give it you, since I told him I wanted more alone time with you.”
Logan wanted more alone time. How sweet. And she wanted some more with him, too.
“I’ll have to thank him for the flowers when I see him.” After the bath. After another romp with Logan. The flowers looked gorgeous. Goldenrods and some purple ones that looked like mini daisies. She didn’t know the name of them, but she knew they were both fall flowers. And it was only June. Crazy weather.
“And this,” he said, holding up the bottle of red wine, which these days must have cost a fortune, and grinned, “is to celebrate your first time in a menage.”
“A most wonderful time,” she replied truthfully, although her cheeks must be getting so beet red, because they felt awfully toasty with him staring at her the way he was. Like a man who wanted to feast upon her again. Although she’d only known him now for almost twenty-four hours, she already recognized the look of desire and need in his eyes. The look of wanting sex from her. It made her shiver and warm and excited, all wrapped up like a snuggly blanket.
She watched him pour the wine and accepted the glass, giggling.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in puzzlement.
“I haven’t had wine since I can’t even remember. It’s way too expensive in town.”
She could pay off the mortgage on her land selling this bottle alone. Where did he get such money? He had to be into something illegal to be able to afford wine. That thought was quickly forgotten as he dropped his pants, revealing quite the solid erection.
Mercy! The man never went to sleep, did he?
“Wiggle your legs up, baby. I’m joining you.”
She moved her legs and he climbed into the claw foot tub, settling in front of her, his feet coming in on the insides of each leg. She gasped as his foot nudged up between her thighs, his toes nestling against her pussy.
“Foot sex. Ever tried it?” he asked as he reached for his drink.
Sex in the tub? Was he serious? Did he have a foot fetish?
“Um, no, but it does sound intriguing.”
She watched him sip his wine. Loved the way his full lips melted over the glass. Enjoyed the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he drank. When he drew the glass away, wine sparkled like burgundy jewels on his mouth. And suddenly she wanted to kiss him. Badly.
But his foot moved against her pussy, a hot, firm toe pressed between her labia and he tenderly massaged her clit. She sipped her wine, watching him studying her, trying hard not to moan as erotic sensations shimmered through her.
“So how did you enjoy being fucked by three men?”
Wow. Nice question. Nice sensations shimmering through her pleasantly sore pussy, too.
“Wasn’t it obvious?” she teased.
“Very. But I want to hear it in your words. How did it feel being double-penetrated with a cock coming into your mouth all at the same time?”
Oh, dear. Here goes the bold talk again. She creamed against his toes and her cheeks went even hotter. She wished she could dive beneath the bubbles and disappear from his questioning and sexy stare.
“Does it turn you on if I talk dirty?” she asked and noticed it was his turn to shift uncomfortably. “Because I can talk real dirty. Having a big cock in my mouth plunging in and out made me want you inside my pussy. Hot and heavy. Fast and furious strokes and…”
“Jesus, woman. You keep talking like that, and I’ll have to call in the boys again.”
Her heart was pounding at the huskiness in his voice. Her breasts felt heavy, and with the erotic feel of water lapping against them and the bubbles caressing her nipples, she was feeling turned on.
Inadvertently, she nudged her toes against his big cock, and she gasped at how hot and throbbing his swollen flesh felt against her. By the solid thickness and firmness, he certainly was ready to go another round. And truth be told, so was she.
Moving her foot, she anchored it against his scrotum and kneaded gently. He groaned. Grinned.
“You are a vixen, aren’t you?”
“Two can play at this game,” she joked.
They touched each other that way, using their toes and feet to arouse each other while they leisurely sipped their wine. His breaths came faster. Hers, just as quick. Wicked sensations swept through her. Her body tightened
