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“Pesky?” Cody asked as he stroked a wavy lock that had sprung back into a curl between his fingers. “I think your hair is pretty. When you move your head, all the shiny curls swing around. It suits you.”
Heath echoed Cody. “Pretty.”
He slid his fingers through the curling strands and massaged her scalp. The sensation was decadent and a moan slipped from her.
She was used to rushing through her shower, treating it as a utilitarian function. Necessary. She’d never lingered much over shampooing her hair, especially because there was so much of it. She liked having long hair but it was a hassle sometimes. The humidity made it nearly untamable and it was so thick that she had to be careful about rinsing it well.
She smiled. Heath had used probably three times the amount of shampoo she would’ve used but he seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by the deep even sound of his breathing accompanied by the occasional pleasurable rumble coming from his chest.
“It’s like silk between my fingers,” he murmured as he kissed her temple again.
She looked up at Cody, wondering how he felt about observing them like this. His gaze was warm and the look in his dark brown bedroom eyes sent a wave of languor through her. A slight smile quirked his lips and the way the old scar ran through the arch of his dark eyebrow gave him a piratical air. Warmth against her palm drew her attention and she realized she’d laid her hand on his biceps. He smiled a little more.
She blinked and turned her gaze to Spencer and wished she could hear his thoughts. His expression was always guarded and kept her guessing. His golden gaze felt like a physical touch as he slid it up her body and she gasped when she saw the heat in his eyes. So serious. And so hot.
Heath contributed to the tension growing inside her as he gathered her hair into a thick rope and squeezed and twisted it, drawing on her hair follicles in a way she found utterly delicious.
A click got her attention and she realized she’d closed her eyes while reveling in all the sensations. She looked up at Cody and saw the bottle of body wash he held. He poured out a generous amount into his palm and then rubbed his hands together, coating them.
He smoothed the soap over her shoulders and collarbone, around the shoulder joints and down her arms. Then he slid his hands back up and stroked the pads of his thumbs along her throat. Her pulse jumped when he slid his hands downward, and the last second before his hands covered the mounds of her breasts, he turned his hands so that the tops of his hands and his knuckles skimmed over her sensitive skin, grazing her nipples.
Lust flared hotly inside her and she wanted to ask for more but didn’t. Her body felt like a spring being wound tight as the muscles in the backs of her thighs tensed and her cunt swelled. The arousal made her a little dizzy and she tightened her grip on Cody as she leaned against Heath. Sliding her hand down Spencer’s chest to his abdomen, she was intent on doing something for at least one of them but he caught her hand and kissed it, then held it against his chest.
Her heart thumped as she looked into his molten gold eyes and he responded with a slight smile, reaching out to stroke a knuckle up her throat to under her chin. The caress made her gulp and the need to touch and be touched all over by them nearly overwhelmed her. Her pussy rippled deep inside with longing.
She looked up at Heath and he gave her his trademark devilish smile. “Relax, baby. Let us enjoy you.” His hands released her hair long enough to cup and squeeze her shoulders. “You’re all tight and tense.”
“You’ve all got me wired,” she whispered. I want to come.
Cody slid his soapy hands under her arms and down her rib cage, exploring the indentation at her waist, stroking her up and down. “Relax. Let us do what we want and we’ll give you what you want…eventually.” His smile quirked on one side and she wondered if he’d read her mind.
Maizy bit her lip. They seemed content to linger in the shower, watching as they tended to her instead of bathing themselves, and she wondered why. Cody slid his callused hands over her hip joints and the pleasure unfurling in her intensified. “Will you let me do for you, like you’re—oh, mama—like you’re doing for me? Let me bathe you?”
