Page 59 of Wicked Fantasies

“Oh yeah, I’m in,” Colt added, taking the dirty plates to the kitchen sink.

“You just had a shower.” She was trying to determine how all three of them would fit in her tiny shower stall.

“Well now, darlin’. There’s a difference between a cleaning shower and a recreational shower.”

“I was planning on taking a cleaning shower.”

“And I’m going to take a recreational one while helping you get clean, so it works out perfectly.”

“We won’t all fit in my shower.”

“That’s why we’re using mine.” Heath grasped her hand tightly in his and started pulling her toward his room.

About two years ago, it had dawned on them they were wasting their money on rent while waiting for their lives to become more settled. None of them were in a long-term relationship and they realized it was foolish to continue flushing their hard-earned money down the drain while waiting for some life-altering change to come along.

After a long discussion, they decided to invest in property and buy a house. The verbal agreement was that when one of them wanted out, the other two could buy out that person’s share or they’d simply sell and split the profit.

The second they’d seen this house, they knew it was tailor-made for them. It was in a safe suburb with a reasonable commute time for all of them. It was a nice-sized ranch-style home and the layout allowed Heath to tinker with the floor plan, increasing the room sizes and adding a bathroom to his and Colt’s rooms.

Kylie had settled for the master bedroom because it met her needs perfectly as is. Her bathroom, though small, had all the essentials and although Heath offered time and time again to expand it, Kylie refused the offer. A bigger bathroom meant more to clean.

Heath, an architectural genius as far as Kylie was concerned, had created a bathroom oasis in his own room. A large stained glass window filled nearly one whole wall above the Jacuzzi tub, allowing in copious amounts of light while assuring privacy. In addition to the tub, he’d installed a double-headed shower stall that was nearly as big as the bathroom itself.

Colt and Kylie teased him mercilessly for his extravagance, but Heath insisted he was an adult who worked hard for his money and if he wanted a big bathroom, then by God, he was going to have it.

She had to admit hindsight was 20/20 and no doubt, she and Colt would be eating crow by the end of this water party.

Colt must have felt her pain. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let us take this shower without adding an ‘I told you so’ to the end.”

“Oh, hell no. You two had a lot of fun at my expense when I built that bathroom. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait ’til the end to rub it in.” Heath stroked his hands together in expectation of having the last word.

“Well, I certainly hope you don’t wait to rub it in. I may not be able to last that long.” She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them deeply to make sure Heath caught the proper meaning of her words.

Heath groaned at the image, but Colt merely laughed before bending down and throwing a squealing Kylie over his shoulder. “Bathroom, now.”

No sooner had they reached the room than Colt had her T-shirt over her head and discarded on the floor. He and Heath quickly stripped out of their sweats, standing before her in all their naked glory.

“Mmm. As I recall, you agreed to do anything and everything I asked, isn’t that right?”

Colt narrowed his eyes at her question, obviously seeing the flaw in their earlier promise. “Anything with you. I’m not touching Heath.”

She laughed at his comment. “Why on earth would I want your hands on Heath when they could be touching me? Although, now that I think about it, the idea of the two of you?—”

“Forget it,” Heath barked as he turned on the water.

“What did you have in mind, darlin’?”

“I want to give both of you a blow job…at the same time.”

Colt seemed to consider her request, realizing the close proximity he and Heath would have to maintain for that to happen. “That seems do-able. What do you think, Heath?”

“Hell yeah. Come here, Sunshine. Let’s get that toy out of you first.”

She gasped at the feeling of Heath sliding the butt plug out of her oh-so-slowly and shuddered at the sudden emptiness.

Fortunately, she didn’t have long to miss it. Colt followed her into the shower and, using some shower gel from the shelf, reached around her to work the lather into her breasts.

Over and over, he rubbed the bubbles around her hard nipples, coating them with the masculine-smelling soap. It was Heath’s scent that tantalized her, Birchwood and lemon balm.

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