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“You are so beautiful.” Cam leaned over and kissed her tenderly. Her pulse quickened and her toes curled as his tongue tangled with hers.
She heard Dylan start the flow of water in her shower. We’re really going to do this.
“Time to get you out of your clothes,” Cam said, removing her top first.
He grabbed her around the waist and placed his hand at the nape of her neck, capturing her mouth once again. His lips demanded her surrender. His fingers drifted down to her bra straps, which he pulled off her shoulders. He kissed her neck as he unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts. Heat sparked in her belly, which blazed out to the rest of her body.
Cam caressed her breasts, causing her nipples to peak and throb. “Fuck, these are beautiful.” His tone was lusty and awestruck at the same time.
She had no defenses left to resist, not that she wanted to. She wanted this, wanted them, wanted to drown in their pleasure.
Glancing over Cam’s shoulder, she saw that Dylan had stripped. His body was a muscled machine, though the scars across his chest made her heart ache for him. Those wounds were deep. What had given them to him?
“You’ve finished only half the job, bro,” he said, coming up next to Cam. “I’ll get her out of the rest of her clothes while you get yours shucked.”
Cam nodded, stepping back, making room for Dylan.
Though Dylan’s body was a masterpiece of male perfection, she couldn’t seem to stop staring at his eyes. Seeing him without his sunglasses made her feel special and wanted.
She glanced over at Cam. He was stark naked now, just like Dylan. She let her eyes drink in his muscles, which were tanned perfectly. When did he have time to get sun on his skin? He was always in court. But she knew he loved the outdoors more than most. Then she realized that he’d been only halfway through his two-week vacation from TBK when she’d been taken. She tensed, recalling her abduction.
“What’s wrong, Erica?” Cam said.
She shook her head, not ready to say how shaken she really was. “Nothing. Just wondering why you are here?”
“Here? At your place?”
“No. Why aren’t you still on leave from work?” she asked, hoping to settle her frayed nerves down. “When did you get back? Where did you go?”
“Quite the little interrogator,” Dylan said with a light nod. “Watch yourself with this one, Cam.”
“You know I will. I cut my time short,” Cam told her. “Glad I did. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been back to come get you with Dylan.”
Again, the memory of being in that trunk flooded her mind.
“Let’s not rehash past events,” Dylan said, his eyes seeming to peer into her deepest secrets.
“I agree,” Cam said. “There’s a time to talk and a time to touch. This is touching time, don’t you think?”
“Yes, it is,” Dylan said with a lusty growl. He loosened her pants, which fell to her ankles, leaving Erica in only her soaked panties. He smiled when she trembled, and then helped her out of her thong.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Cam said with a tone of awe.
“Time to save the planet, sweetheart,” Dylan told her, lifting her back up into his arms. He placed her in the shower and then he and Cam got in, placing her between them—Dylan behind her and Cam in the front. The warm water felt amazing. The guys grabbed sponges, soaped them up, and rubbed them against her skin. Every cleansing sweep from them ramped up the heat building inside her body. Tingles began to spread through her as Cam washed her breasts while nibbling on her neck and Dylan washed her ass while kissing her back.
As the grime of the past couple of days was washed away, she began to shiver between them.
Cam lowered his mouth to her breasts, circling her nipples with his tongue, causing them to throb and ache. His hands moved down her abdomen until his fingers were at her waist. Moaning, she arched into his mouth on her breast, seeking more of the pleasure from his tongue, lips, and teeth.
As Cam quickly washed his body, she could feel Dylan’s fingers part her ass’s cheeks while his tongue circled the intimate, tight spot. His licks were driving her wild, and pressure began to build inside her.
The moment Dylan’s torture stopped, so that he could clean himself, Cam began licking her throbbing nipples until she was lost to a blazing need. As his tongue went lower and lower, she felt Dylan renew his attack on her backside. The warm water continued to rush over her skin but that wasn’t what was making her hot. The source of her temperature spiking was the men licking her pussy and ass. Dylan held her ass and Cam fingered her pussy, using his tongue as a wicked whip on her clit.
“I want you,” Cam murmured between licks.
Dylan remained quiet, though his mouth and hands on her ass ordered her into a dizzying state of desire.
She wanted them, too. God knew she wanted them. “Please. I need you. I need this.” Her brain was spinning and her body was burning, both with one want—to be filled by them, to be claimed by them, to drown in pleasure until all that remained in her world was this moment, with Dylan and Cam. No Russians. No trunk. No guns. Just here. Just now. Just her and them.
