I taste different on his lips than I do on Ian’s.
That was an unexpected mystery, but one she would think on later. Thinking of the similarities and the differences between them, and between them and her, she felt a soft smile on her face. “Ian, I want your cock in my ass.”
She felt the immediate flexing of Ian’s cock against her bottom, and she would swear it had gone from mostly soft to rock hard in a heartbeat.
“Rest, baby girl. I want my cock in your ass, too. So rest for a bit, and then we’ll take care of you.”
She felt herself sinking into the mattress. But something in Ian’s last words twigged something in her. I have to tell them.
“You do already. You both take such very good care of me. I’m so lucky.”
Soft murmurs and a closer embrace let her know they’d heard her. She wondered if she’d get her wish right away. And then she sank all the way into sleep.
* * * *
And awoke being carried again. Alice was getting used to being carried. She really liked it, even if a tiny part of her wanted to protest that she had two perfectly good legs to walk on. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled the chest that was so very close. And knew who carried her.
“What time is it, Ian?”
The sound of the jets in the hot tub came into clear focus, as did the sound of the shower. She opened her eyes and blinked against the lights in the bathroom.
“It’s time to shower, baby girl. Just a quick one then a nice soak in the hot tub.”
“And then?” She didn’t want her men to think even for a single moment that she had forgotten about the promise she’d been given before she fell asleep.
“Be patient, Alice. I promise you I haven’t forgotten.” Ian stepped into the shower with her and slid her down until she was standing on her feet. Her front was practically pasted to his, so she had no problem understanding the slight humor that had couched his words.
Ian’s cock was as hard as she’d ever felt it.
“So, how long did we sleep? And did you have this, um, condition the entire time?”
“Only for about an hour, and yes, damn it.” His grin belied his words. Then he began to wash her, and he sure was quick about it. Ken joined them, and she had the sense he’d turned on the water for them and then gone back into the bedroom for a moment.
There was truly nothing finer in this world than the sensation of her men’s hands on her, bathing her. She shivered with the sweet thrill of fingers trailing, pinching, and delving.
Then she was in Ian’s arms again. No towels, not yet. But there were towels on the floor from the shower to the hot tub, soaking up the water they dripped as they made the short trip.
Alice sighed as the heated water soothed her, as the motion of the water and the scented steam—something that combined fruit and flowers—worked on her heart and mind, her body and soul.
This was pampering of the most dedicated kind, and Alice absolutely wallowed.
“It’s good to know you’re such a water nymph,” Ian said.
“I never knew I was until the two of you came into my life.” Alice sighed and then looked from one to the other of her lovers.
Ian and Ken looked at each other, their grins huge and a bit goofy.
“It really pleases us to know that we make you feel good. That we give you what no one else ever has.”
“You do.” She reached down and ensured she held their hands. “I told you I love you, and I do, more than I knew I could love. And you—the two of you—are the only men who have ever really loved me. You’re the only men who’ve ever really seen me. That’s everything, right there. You’ve given me what I had never believed I would ever have, that sense that I matter and I belong.”
“Damn, woman.” Ian cupped her face and kissed her. Sweet, reverent, his lips wooed hers, letting her know that her words had touched him.
He lifted his lips from hers, and Ken turned her face toward him. “Thank you.” She caught sight of the tears glistening in his eyes as he lowered his mouth to cover hers. She placed her hand on his cheek, stroking gently as his tongue caressed hers and his mouth gently wooed.
“You make me feel invincible,” Ken whispered. “You’ve filled all the empty places in my heart and soul and have soothed every wound that has seeped sorrow for oh, so many years.”
“That’s what you’ve done for me, the both of you. Your love has healed me. Our love, the three of us together, has healed each of us. That is what love does.”
“I need you now.” Ian landed a short, smacking kiss on her lips. He made short work of getting himself out of the tub. He dried himself quickly then grabbed a fresh towel.
Ken lifted her out of the water and handed her to Ian. Alice shivered because the eroticism of that act, that selfless sharing, sent amazing thrills all through her.
She knew she trembled as her lovers worked together to dry her. They trembled, too, and wasn’t that just fucking awesome?
Ian carried her into the bedroom. There were a couple of towels laid out on the bed, and her lover laid her on them.
“On your tummy, please.”
Of course, she complied and then sighed when her men—both of them kneeling on the bed on either side of her—uncapped bottles of something that smelled like peaches and began to rub the lotion onto her skin.
As she sighed and as she allowed herself to totally relax, she noticed the candlelight and the music. They’ve created a private bower here in our private space.
She’d thought they’d already shown her the apex of
