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After a while, the water temperature cooled, and my fingers and toes were wrinkly. I did a quick scrub everywhere, then pulled the plug. When I lifted my head, Rix was there—though I’d heard and felt one of them approach, so I wasn’t surprised—holding out a towel for me. I stepped over the edge and into the towel and his arms.
He held me for a long moment, breathing deep like he was trying to commit my scent to memory. “You have no idea how much we’ve missed you,” he murmured, his voice like gravel in a blender.
I tilted my hips a little against his front, his erection poking me in the thigh. “I think I might havesomeidea,” I teased.
His grin would have melted my underwear off if I’d been wearing any.
With my body still wrapped in a towel, he scooped me up, though I could tell he was shocked to find me heavier than he was expecting, and carried me into the living room.
Not that I was heavy, but he was used to his super strength. His muscles were probably fatigued and he was weak from lack of food and sleep.
“I can walk,” I said, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“And I can carry you.” His voice was laced with humor but soaked in pain, and not just the physical kind. I almost forgot that these three were unenhanced now and probably struggling to come to terms with their lack of strength and power. Rix carrying me was more than just a kind gesture. He needed to prove to himself—and me—that he hadn’t changed that much.
With enhancements or without, I loved my men implicitly for who they were on the inside. I didn’t care that they no longer had the strength of ten men, or the ability to heal quickly or hear a squirrel’s heartbeat. But I knew them all well enough that even thoughIdidn’t care that they were no loner enhanced, that it didn’t change how I felt about them, it very well could change how they felt about themselves. I needed to give them the space and opportunity to grieve their former identities however they needed to.
Rix barely winced as he gently laid me down on the spread-out blanket. “On your belly, Wildcat.”
“Towel,” Zane said, holding out his hand to accept the dark blue towel. I gave it to him and got comfortable on the blanket.
Jorik knelt down beside me and leaned forward, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “You have nothing to be afraid of, Angel. We’ll never hurt you.” He scooped a bunch of the white, buttery coconut oil out of the tub, and on instinct, I clenched my butt cheeks.
All three of them chuckled, but the sound was dark and thick and had my pussy spasming.
“Relax,” Jorik purred. “Not there.”
“Not yet,” Zane added, which caused me to flip my other cheek to the blanket and gaze up at him. We both grinned.
Rix slid to the floor on his knees as well, accepting the coconut oil from Jorik. Then each of them took a different part of my body and rubbed the oil into my skin, then deeper and harder into my muscles.
Rix worked my feet and calves, Jorik my neck, shoulders and upper back, while Zane used his strong thumbs on my lower back, glutes and thighs.
I was groaning and squirming on the blanket in no time. Aroused and heated, but also pliant and fluid like the oil that filled the air with its sweet, nutty scent.
After a solid twenty minutes or more, Zane’s rough “On your back” and slap on my right butt cheek had me gasp in surprise. I’d nearly fallen asleep from how relaxed their attention made me.
I grinned at him but complied.
They gathered more oil, and Rix worked my feet again. “I might have a bit of a foot fetish,” he murmured, not so gently biting the pad of my big toe, then grinning wickedly.
I chewed on my lip as our eyes met down the length of my body. Slowly, his fingers traveled up my legs, my inner thighs. Then they brushed my pussy, causing my hips to tilt and welcome more of those skilled fingers to breach my body.
But he didn’t. With another sinister smile, he went back to my feet, pressing soft kisses to each toe.
Jorik was massaging my left hand, my neck, and my left shoulder, drawing countless moans from deep in my throat as he worked his thumb into a particularly tight ribbon of muscle along the side of my neck.
I’d closed my eyes so was shocked in the most delicious way when he dropped his mouth to my breast and sucked on my nipple.
Zane was doing the exact same thing to my right side. Rix was back to his previous tricks, massaging up my inner thighs, pushing the tip of his middle finger closer and closer to my pussy until it teasingly flicked my clit and my hips shot off the floor.
“This is…” I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip and churned my hips.
“Yes, Kitten?” Zane probed, his smile wily as he swirled his tongue around my nipple and gazed up at me.
“Pure torture,” I growled.
“Disagree,” Jorik said. “We’ve all been tortured, and it didn’t feel like this.”
