“You’re asking why it’s a problem that I like both of you? I mean, it’s kind of obvious, eventually I’ll have to choose between you and I don’t want to lead anybody on. Nor do I want to choose. I don’t even think I could.”
“Why do you think you’d have to choose between us? We made it clear we’re both lonelings.”
“Ahh… what now?” As my eyes dart back and forth between their confused expressions, I realize I’m missing some vital Information about this world.
“I’m confused,” Braxton states, scratching the top of his head.
“You and me, both. Penny, what are we missing here? Why don’t you seem to understand what we’re talking about?” Ryker has turned to fully face me now, standing side by side with Braxton. God, what a sexy sight these two make.
“Right, well, there’s probably something you need to know about me,” I say, rubbing my cold arms.
“Shit, you’re still in those wet clothes, sorry I got distracted. Let me get you warm.” I’m sort of glad for the change of topic. I’m not really sure how to respond to their requests of… courtship.
“Letusget you warm,” Ryker adds as he kneels down and starts untying my boots.
“Uhh…” My mind goes a little haywire, watching this sexy man kneel at my feet, while my yeti grabs my shoulder bag and pulls it over my head, dropping it to the floor. He grabs the hem of my shirt and starts to pull it over my head.
“Just… let us take care of you.” I look up into Braxton’s soulful, deep brown eyes. I can see this means something to him. Like it’s something heneedsto do. So I nod and lift my arms, letting him remove my shirt. I’m left standing there in my black lace bra.
“What… what is that?”
“It’s a bra, have you never seen one before?” Why does he look so mesmerized by the sight of a bra? or maybe it’s my c-cup boobs that have his attention.
I watch his throat bob up and down before he licks his lower lip. That action alone has heat pooling between my legs.
“Is it… wet? “ he asks without taking his eyes off my chest.
“What?” I squeak out.
“Your… bra, is it wet?”
Now I’m the one licking my lips as I consider my response. “I’m not sure, why don’t you check?” Screamingplease grope memight have been less obvious, but what’s a girl to do when faced with a gorgeous mountain man staring at her boobs?
“I—You—“ He can’t seem to form a sentence, and I love the effect that I’m having on this normally intimidating man. When his eyes meet mine, I give him a small nod. At the same time, Ryker lifts my feet one at a time to remove my wet boots.
Braxton reaches out and ever so gently runs his fingers over my chest, cupping my breasts lightly before giving them a small squeeze. I bite my lip and try really hard not to press myself firmer into his grasp.
Hands on the waistband of my jeans have me glancing down as Ryker tries to figure out how to undo them. Okay, watching this sexy god kneel at my feet, slowly pulling my pants down, while my yeti gropes me, was definitely going on my highlight reel. In fact, I can’t think of a single experience in my life that even comes close to comparing. This is now the only sexual fantasy I’m going to relive in the future.
“So, yeti, what’s the verdict?”
“Mmm, so soft,” he mumbles, making me giggle.
“Weren’t you supposed to be checking if it was wet?” I ask with the cock of an eyebrow.
“Oh, right, yes. Wet. Definitely wet. How do I take it off?” He turns his head from side to side as his fingers graze over the material. His response makes me smile and I take his hands in mine and move them slowly around to my back. The action makes him take a step forward, so he’s closer to me, and I watch his face as I use his hands to unhook the clasp of my bra. When it’s undone, I let his hands go, moving mine back around to place on his forearms. I can’t help but dig my fingers in as he slowly peels my bra from my body.
“Shit,” is all he seems capable of saying, as he stares downat my chest with a blank expression. Are they not to his liking? I glance down, worried that there’s something wrong, but get distracted by Ryker, staring at my panty clad pussy.
“Ryker?” I ask, at his wide-eyed expression.
“You’re wet.”
“Excuse me?” I ask with wide eyes.He can see that?
He reaches out and gently slides a finger down the front of my panties as he whispers, “You’re wet here too, we should take these off.” Holy smokes, I might just pass out from the heat building up inside me right now. I’m pretty sure his words just made me flood my panties even more.
“You can take them off, but I don’t think that’s going to make me any less wet.” His heated eyes move to mine as a smile crosses his lips. He hooks his thumbs in the side of my panties and slowly peels them off my body, at the same time, Brax surprises me when his large hands touch my breasts, squeezing them a little firmer this time.
