I cleaned up, shut down the kitchen, and made my way back to our wing of the house. My legs weighed a thousand pounds each as I trudged up the grand staircase. Silently I toyed with the idea of moving the elevators up in the renovation schedule.
The broken key. The jammed lock.
All of these things and more raced through my tired mind.
The shattered windows on the other side of the manor.
I hadn’t addressed any of those problems yet, other than ordering the windows boarded up. I’d been too busy, too preoccupied. Too focused on other distractions too, like the feel of Roderick’s strong arms wrapped tightly around me, as the rain drummed against the distant roof.
As usual I was tired but awake. Physically exhausted, but mentally running full tilt through the maze-like corridors of my mind.
A bath.
Yeah, a bath was definitely on the agenda. Steaming hot water. Coconut soap and fragrant oils.
Everything else could totally wait.
Twenty-Two
KARISSA
I decided what I would do almost right away. There was no use denying it, really. No need to waste time convincing myself of something different, when I already knew exactly what I wanted.
And what I wanted was them.
I spent the rest of the time soaking contentedly in the heated water, rubbing rich lather over every inch of my exposed skin. By the time I finished my skin was soft and warm and deliciously scented. I smelled like a tropical paradise, and felt even better.
Crawling into bed took the last of my physical strength, that’s how happy and relaxed I was. I lay on the bed in my softest robe. I undid my ponytail and let my hair spill out, feeling sexy and sensual as it crashed down around me in shimmering waves.
The knock came at almost exactly midnight, as promised. I’d left the door slightly ajar. After two quick but virtually silent raps they opened it, and both peeked in.
“Well hello boys.”
I was leaning back against my headboard, propped up by pillows. I could’ve been reading a book, or perusing a magazine, or acting like I was otherwise occupied. But that would’ve been bullshit anyway. There wasn’t any reason for it.
Besides, I hated bullshit.
“Come on in.”
Gently I extended my arms and patted both sides of the bed. The guys wasted no time in getting on board. They crossed the room quickly, removing their shirts along the way. Bryce took my right side, and Camden my left.
Jesus…
Something inside me did a slow, sexy somersault. The two of them looked magnificent, all bare-chested and beautiful. Their eyes were eager. They crawled me slowly though, as if in doing so they could see exactly what lay beneath my robe.
And what lay beneath my robe was nothing.
“How was your bath?”
Camden asked the question as he slid up alongside me. He wore nothing except his boxers. I could see they were already tented with his own excitement.
“Relaxing,” I answered softly. I was still propped up, with my arms locked behind me. Camden nuzzled my neck, while Bryce’s mouth sought mine.
God…
He kissed me, and his lips were every bit as incredible as I remembered. I went even wetter than I was, and I was already drenched.
“Want to relax even more?” Camden whispered into my ear. I turned my head and he took over kissing me, sliding his tongue sexily against mine.
“Ummm… sure.”
“Then turn over.”
They flipped my body before I could even accommodate the request. One minute I was lying there, kissing them in turn, the next I was on my stomach, my arms stretched out overhead.
Four hands assailed my body, touching and kneading. Twenty fingers massaged me slowly, starting at my shoulders before working their way downward.
“MMMmmm...”
They didn’t respond as I lay there, squirming and groaning beneath their ministrations. They were two different men, with two different styles. But working me over like this, they somehow moved as one.
“This is amazing.”
My eyes fluttered closed in absolute pleasure. With each squeeze or push or circular press of a thumb, I could feel the tension in my muscles give way.
“You guys should quit construction,” I moaned. “Open a massage parlor.”
Silence. More rubbing. More groaning on my end.
“I mean, you can keep the look and everything,” I sighed happily. “Especially the toolbelts. I love those. But as far as… I mean… you should probably…”
I was losing consciousness, it all felt so fucking good! So incredibly soothing and relaxing, to just let myself so totally loose.
Their hands moved further downward, kneading and rubbing. Massaging the knots from my middle and lower back, leaving long stretches of quivering, satisfied flesh in their wake. I was a shuddering, whimpering mess. By the time their fingers wandered over the curve of my ass, my whole body was already jelly.
“Mind if we lift this?”
I felt a tug at the hem of my robe. I lay my face sideways against the comforter and laughed.
“You can do whatever the hell you want,” I told them.
“Whatever, huh?” Camden mused.
I nodded as a particularly deep thumb drew another groan from me. “Uh huh.”
“We like the sound of that.”
They continued their work, digging deep into the muscles of my sore, naked ass. I had no idea how much tension was actually stored in the glutes. To finally release it like this felt near-orgasmic.
“Look at her thighs,” I heard Bryce murmur. “They’re perfect.”
“I know.”
His hands squeezed hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure. “I mean, I just want to—”
“I know.”
One of my lovers leaned down, and was now planting kisses on the nape of my neck. The heat was electric. Every new touch made me jolt with excitement. And now the hands were on my thighs, wringing them gently. Thick, calloused fingers contrasting wonderfully against my soft, supple skin. Touching. Rubbing. Dragging inexorably upward, through the valley between my thighs…
“We’ve been thinking about this for the last two days,” Bryce whispered hotly into my ear. He pinned my hair back. Pressed his full lips right up
