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“Thank you for the handprints, Sir,” I whisper.
He gives me a wide smile. “That’s hot. I don’t know why I’ve never made you do it before.”
I groan, and Tobias laughs again. “Are you rethinking having both of us?”
I shake my head vigorously. “Never.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with us. Now, be a good girl and come for Owen.”
He leans over and kisses me, as Owen lifts my hips higher and presses his mouth against my pussy. My clit throbs against his tongue, and I thrust against him.
He digs his fingers into my hip to still me, as he closes his lips around my sensitive button. Two fingers probe me, and I whimper when I near the edge.
Tobias doesn’t demand my gaze the way Owen did, instead he whispers encouragement in my ear.
“You look so beautiful when you’re about to come for us, vixen. Let him taste you.”
The tenderness mixed with the urgent way Owen eats me out, pushes me over the edge, and my head falls back as I come hard.
I’m barely coherent, when Owen scoops me into his arms and lifts me out of the pool. The two men hop out with me and wrap me in towels.
I stifle a yawn, and Owen laughs, scooping me up. “Come on, love, you need a nap.”
“What about the two of you?” I question.
He shakes his head and kisses my nose. “There will be plenty of time for that later. You need rest. This was about you, love.”
I don’t argue anymore, as they carry me to the bedroom. The two men work together to dry me off and pull the covers back, laying me gently in the center of the bed. When they head for the door, I stop them.
“Lay with me until I fall asleep? I know you probably have things to take care of, but I want you next to me for a bit.”
Neither speaks as they oblige, lying on either side of me. At first, I worry that sleep won’t come, but I drift within minutes, and I dream of a wedding where I get to marry both of them, and no one shows up with guns.
When I wake up, I’m alone and for a moment, I panic until the smell of something delicious hits my nose. I sit up and pull the blanket around me as I look around the room.
A dress is laid out over the chair, and I grin at the distinct lack of panties with it. The sight of the shower doesn’t make me panic, so I turn the water on and give my hair a proper wash before I dress and put curl cream in my hair. I should really take the time to do more to it, but I’ll give it the full curly hair treatment when we get back home.
My mouth waters as soon as I get to the kitchen, but not from the food.
Tobias is standing in front of the stove with his sleeves rolled to the elbows while he flips pieces of meat over in a pan. Owen is at the end of the counter with a knife and cutting board, slicing fresh pineapple.
They both see me at the same time, and Owen hands me a mimosa. “Did you have a good nap, love?”
I give him a shy smile as I take a sip. “I did. Thank you. What smells so good?”
I come around to the stove, and Tobias leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’m making fish tacos. Owen is making some kind of salsa with fruit in it. Seems suspicious to me.”
My stomach growls on command and we all share a laugh.
They finish cooking, while I sit on a barstool and watch. As we eat, we make small talk, but I can tell Owen has something on his mind.
“We need to talk about Lorenzo,” he finally says, as Tobias clears the plates.
“What about him?” I ask.
“Were you aware he asked your father if he could marry you?”
My stomach twists. “No. What makes you say that?”
