Page 49 of Hunted
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “It was always just the two of us. We were home schooled together, although we were getting ready to attend prep school the following year. I guess that’s where he met you two?”
They nod, and I wonder what would have happened if I went to school with them. Would we have become friends? Or was it Reece's grumpy attitude that attracted them in the first place?
“How would you like a shower?” Weston’s question has my head whipping to him in excitement.
“Really?!”
He nods, moving towards me. “It’ll give Arnold time to get here and cook.” He easily scoops me up, like I weigh nothing, and I place my arm around his neck as he starts to carry me towards the hall.
Suddenly he stops. Dipping his head, he whispers, “It’ll be easier with two of us. Is it okay if I get Bower to come, too?”
I stare up at him and lick my lips, thinking about being in a shower with both of them.
“That’s assuming you’re okay with me there…”
“Yes, you two can help me,” I tell him, feeling my core start to tingle with excitement.
Of course, I know I was shot only a couple days ago and there’s no way these guys are going to let me get frisky in the shower with them, but my libido didn’t seem to get that memo.
“Bower, we’ll need your help,” he calls, without turning, then walks down the hall, past a few open doors that reveal bedrooms, before stepping into a large one with a huge bed.
“A real bed,” I whisper. But before I can really appreciate it, Weston carries me through another door and into a large bathroom. He gently sets me on the counter beside the sink before moving in front of me.
He pushes between my legs, his large hands gripping my thighs, right above my knees, as his eyes trail up my body. I don’t know what he sees when he looks at me. I’m dressed in large dark blue scrub pants and a bright pink shirt that says:Limited edition - treat with care.
I have to admit the t-shirts they were all wearing when I woke up in the hospital, were cute as hell. I kinda wish they were still wearing them, but it seems they found real clothes now.
“Baby, are you comfortable getting fully naked in front of us? I just think it will be easier and more enjoyable for your first shower if there aren't any clothes in the way.”
I nod my head asking, “Will you be naked, too?”
He grins down at me, his hands pushing up a little higher. “No, Darla. We’ll keep our boxers on. For safety.”
“Right… for safety,” I repeat, licking my lips as he reaches down and pulls off my t-shirt, leaving my top half naked.
Instinctively, I cross my arms over my chest to cover up, but his grin just gets bigger.
“Oh my, have I walked in on a game of strip Zee?” Bower asks, as his eyes move up and down my torso.
I shake my head. “You have to strip, too.”
A sly grin coats his face. “Your wish is my command.” He instantly pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it into the bedroom behind him. Weston follows his movement, then they both remove their pants.
I stare unabashedly at both of their large, muscular bodies. They are the biggest of my guys, although they are all equally hot in their ownways. Weston is the tallest, and his chest is slightly wider, but they are both extremely attractive.
The boxers they’re wearing are new and shorter than their last ones, and as I stare at them in fascination. I notice their cocks twitching and I gasp, my eyes jumping up to theirs in embarrassment for staring.
“Your turn, Tink.” Together they help lift me up just enough to pull down my pants.
Luckily, they don’t stop to stare as Bower moves into the shower and turns it on.
“Ah!” He squeals like a little girl, making me laugh. “Fuck that’s cold!”
“I’m going to carry you in there, but it’s best if you stand while we clean you. One of us will hold you while the other scrubs, alright?”
I nod my head, just as Bower says, “Okay, it’s hot now.”
Weston lifts me up again and steps inside, setting me down extremely slowly on my feet, like he’s afraid my legs will give out.
