Page 47 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 17
Genevieve
“Good news sweetheart, the hot water is working and we’re good to go for showers.” Brock announced, peeking his head into the bedroom where I was attempting to work.
The words for my novel were coming along, just not as quickly as before. It was a combination of me feeing disgusting from the previous night’s events and having an extreme need to scrub it all away and the fact that I couldn’t keep flashes of the two fugitives—both dead and alive from entering my mind.
“Hey! You. Sexy lady. If you don’t grab that shower first, I will.”
Saving my work, I looked up at Brock and smiled. He and Tyler really were the perfect muses. They were everything I tried to encompass in the heroes of my books, the types of men that women drooled over, and made them dream of having for themselves.
The kind of men that I wanted for myself if I were to be completely honest, but I never dreamed really existed…
Jesus, what’s wrong with me? I gave my head a shake. It was no use thinking that way. I barely knew them. Only a temporary thing. My novel was coming along at an astounding speed. I might have another week of work and it would be complete and this fairy-tale would end.
“What’s the matter?” Brock asked, concern in his expression as he took a step into the room.
“Nothing.” Standing, I gave him a quick hug as I walked past him and headed for the bathroom. As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the shower already going. “Aww, you already had it started for me, that’s sweet.” I looked over my shoulder at him as I entered the room.
Entering the bathroom, I paused as I looked in the shower and realized that Tyler had already taken over. Little bugger. Though damn, seeing his sexy body naked with water glistening as it dripped down his torso kick-started my arousal.
I was hit with indecision: should I wait for him to be done or see how many of us could fit into that shower? It had been such an exhausting twenty-four hours, the last thing either of the men would be interested in would be having naked fun. Besides, my face was purple and swollen, it looked like I’d been in a MMA fight. I was hardly a sexy sight. Perhaps in a few days…
Turning, I inhaled sharply to see that Brock had already undressed and was standing before me, his beautiful body naked, his clothing in a pile at his feet. Before I could say a word, he bent and began running a string of kisses down the length of my neck and to my shoulder.
A low moan escaped past my lips as he leaned down and I stared up at him. “The shower is occupied.”
“It is. Lift your arms.”
I did as told. He grabbed the hem of my V-neck shirt and carefully pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Next came my jeans. I allowed him to do the work, removing the rest of my clothing until I was completely naked before him.
“You are stunning, Genevieve,” he stated, looking down at me with such admiration and fondness in his gaze that I was forced to look away as my cheeks began to burn. “No.” Catching my chin in his hand, he forced me to look back up and at him.
“I look like I’ve just got my ass kicked,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“And you look as sexy as hell both despite and because of it. Those bruises that you’re embarrassed about show that you’re a survivor. A fighter. You’re a strong independent woman whose beauty shines both inside and out.”
Tears welled up in my eyes and I silently cursed them. I’m so strong and independent that I start bawling when a guy gives me a compliment.
“I’d kiss you right now, but that cut on your lip would make it more painful then pleasurable I suspect,” he stated lowering his forehead to mine and pulling my naked body against his. As I slid my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his, I felt a surge of emotion hit me and tears began to freely flow down my cheeks.
“If you two love birds could pull yourselves apart, the shower is on and ready. There’s only so much hot water,” Tyler shouted over the stream.
Laughing, I batted the tears away with the back of my hand and turned to face Tyler who gave me a wink and slid the glass door open motioning for me to enter. “Will we all fit?” I was genuinely concerned; neither of the men were small.
“Get in here and we’ll find out,” Tyler replied with a sexy grin that highlighted those adorable dimples of his.
I looked back at Brock who just grinned and shrugged.
Tyler, who appeared to have done what he needed to do already, stepped to the very back of the shower to make room for me. Stepping into the shower, my body, which was slightly chilled, was greeted by the warm water. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly, the water felt so good. I hadn’t bathed since the previous day and while I’d washed my face and tried to spruce myself up that morning before going to see the sheriff, I knew there was still dried blood in my hair and on my skin in places I’d missed. The worst of it was that the blood wasn’t necessary mine—but that wasn’t something I cared to think about.
When Brock stepped behind me, I didn’t flinch; instead I leaned back against him, resting my head against his shoulder. I’d only been resting my head on his shoulder for a few seconds, but it was long enough for me to nearly nod off to sleep. That was until I felt a loofah puff on my body, brushing the skin of my chest with suds. I gasped, but didn’t open my eyes; instead I just allowed myself to feel Tyler’s gentle touch.
“Lean forward just a little love, I can wash your hair,” Brock whispered into my ear. Giving him a weak smile, I nodded and did as I was told, keeping my eyes closed and standing by my own so he could begin to work the shampoo into my long, blood-clotted hair.
God, this felt good having one man work his way down my body with the sudsy loofah while the other gently messaged my scalp while working the shampoo in. Tyler spent more time than necessary on my breasts, playing and teasing with his fingers and mouth until both nipples were hardened peaks before carrying on lower.
I was moaning and gasping like a madwoman I was certain of it, but who could blame me? This was exactly what I needed. How the guys always seemed to know what I needed and when I needed it was beyond me, but I was grateful for it.
