Page 14 of Savage Elites

My mind conjured up the image of lying naked on my back as two fully-clothed boys stood over me with washcloths, and my throat dried. I parted my lips to speak, but Sebastian brought a pile of white, fluffy towels.

“Leo will cover you with these from neck to toe.

Picturing some svelte figure like Geraldine’s lying on this very bed, naked under her towels, I squeaked, “Have you done this before?”

Sebastian shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to leave my bed for the first few days after driving the Porsche off the mountain. The nurses gave me at least one bed bath a day.”

“Oh.” I turned to Leopold, who slid his hands halfway up my thighs, presumably toward the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms. “Is that what you had planned?”

He ran his tongue along those full, kissable lips. “Absolutely, but with several happy endings.”

My nipples tightened, and I raised my hips off the bed and let him slide my pants down my thighs. A heavy thud-thud-thud reverberated through my chest, down my belly, and into my core.

After pulling off my sneakers and socks, Leopold removed my tracksuit bottoms and set them aside. He ran his hands up my ankle and around to my calves, giving the tight muscles a gentle squeeze.

Rapid, shallow breaths moved in and out of my lungs. Having the full attention of the two kings of Brittas Academy caused my core to flutter, and I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed, hoping they wouldn’t notice my arousal.

With a wolfish grin, Sebastian placed the towel over my lap. “Take off that top, and shuffle down the bed. We can peel off your other layers once I’ve covered you.”

“R-right.” I tried to keep the excited tremor out of my voice.

“Allow me.” Leopold unzipped my tracksuit top, revealing the sports bra I wore underneath. It was one of those thick-strapped, structural garments with a zip along its front.

A flush heated my cheeks and traveled down my neck. At a time like this, under the gaze of such gorgeous creatures, I’d wanted to wear something pretty.

His hand trailed over the neckline of my bra. Each touch of his fingertips on my bare flesh sent lightning bolts of sensation from my breasts to my core. “Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to having you here, Wills?”

Swallowing hard, I shook my head.

“Since we stepped out of the treehouse and headed back to the academy,” Leopold replied. “I’m so relieved you’re unhurt and unblemished from the staged accident.”

Warmth filled my chest. There was more to Leopold than innuendoes, a hot body, and a devastatingly handsome face. With a smile, I scooted to the other end of the bed and rested my head on the pillows.

Sebastian spread another towel from my neck to the middle of my ribs, another around my belly, and then he straightened the towel over my hips. He added two more to cover my thighs and lower legs before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

All the muscles in my body relaxed, and I smiled up into his twinkling, green eyes. “What’s next?”

A shirtless Leopold emerged from the bathroom, holding a bowl of steaming, lemon-scented water. He draped another towel over his shoulders.

My gaze lingered over his prominent pecs and bulging biceps. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”

He set the bowl down on the bedside table, giving me a view of the erection straining through his boxer briefs. Without meaning to, I licked my lips, hoping that the garment would come off sometime during the bed bath.

“It wouldn’t be any fun if my clothes got splashed.” He reached into the bowl, pulled out a washcloth, and squeezed off the excess water. “I’ll start at the top, and Seb can start at the bottom.”

Sebastian scrambled out of his clothes, but all my attention fixated on Leopold and what he intended to do with that washcloth.

He pulled my arm out from underneath the towel and ran the warm, damp cloth down my shoulder and to my wrists. Then he covered me up again, revealing only my hand.

As Leopold ran the cloth over each digit, he murmured, “You have such elegant fingers. All the better for gripping my cock.”

I suppressed a smile. “Is this a variation of Little Red Riding Hood?”

“One where the woodcutter teams up with the wolf?” Sebastian settled at the foot of the bed and eased the towel off my feet. He ran his warm washcloth over my soles and dipped the corner between my toes.

It tickled. “Y-you tell me.”

Sebastian’s mouth engulfed my big toe, encasing it in wet heat.