Page 94 of Tempting Jupiter
Jupiter, whose hot gaze had been following Seneca’s movements as he undressed her, moved his hands up to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked against her nipples. They hardened and Sen’s cock hardened against her hip.
Sen’s lips pressed close to her ear. “You want to let him undress while we get started showering or do you want to watch me undress him?”
An uncontrollable smile spread across her face. Her cheeks were impossibly tight with happiness.
Sen’s chest vibrated with mirth against her back. “I think she is speechless with anticipation.”
“Of course, I am,” she answered.
Jupiter smirked. “Enough talk, time to clean up.” With that, he made the decision for them, stripping himself with efficient motions.
Seneca drew her under the water. The warm spray soaked them and she had to rub the water out of her eyes to see them.
Jupiter. Despite his growly attitude when they’d met, he’d effortlessly slipped past her defenses and into her heart. His hard, sculpted body had surprisingly little to do with it. It was just a bonus. One hell of a bonus. As Seneca fingered shampoo into her hair, she watched Jupiter move toward her. Wide shoulders tapered to defined abdominals. Deep grooves ran from his hip bones down to frame the perfect representation of his masculinity.
She reached for him and he filled her grip. The distance between the base and tip of his cock was a long, slow stroke. She brushed the veins along his length with her fingertips and palmed the head of him. His moan of appreciation drew her gaze up to his. She wanted to press kisses to his cheekbones and tongue that little indention at the base of his throat. That would have to wait for later when he was lying down and she could actually reach him.
He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “What are you thinking, Fee?”
“I’m not sure you can call it thinking.” Both males chuckled. She ignored that and let her fingers tease the slit at the top of Jupiter’s cock. He stopped laughing and his breathing quickened. She loved seeing him this way, warm and open and aroused. “My head is playing out all the ways I want to make love to you,” she told him.
Behind her, Seneca stroked cleansing gel along her spine and down her ass. “There is all the time in the world, now that we’re together.”
“Yeah.” She sighed dreamily. “Time for everything.”
Seneca um-hmmed approvingly as he wrapped his hand over hers on Jup’s cock.
Jupiter choked. “Wash her faster.” He captured her mouth nibbling at her lips until she stepped against him, pressing her nipples against the hard wall of his chest. Seneca went back to soaping her, his motions brisk until he’d washed all the ordinary parts of her. When there was nothing else left and Jupiter had switched to offering Feeona deep, tongue-thrusting kisses, Sen stroked cleansing gel between her legs. His fingers stroked her feminine folds and teased her clit. She moaned into Jupiter’s mouth. The big Dog lifted her and pulled her legs around his hips. The position opened her more to Sen’s exploring fingers and he pressed the advantage. He pushed his fingers deep inside the place that had been so empty without them.
Struggling to pull enough air into her lungs to keep up with her racing heart, she pulled away from Jupiter’s kiss. He looked set to complain, then she felt the withdrawal and brush of Seneca’s hand between her legs. Jupiter grunted and shifted his stance to give Sen room to fondle his balls. It had to be that, Feeona realized with a surge of arousal, because there was no space between Jupiter’s cock and her belly. She luxuriated in being with them again. Together, but differently than before.
Seneca stepped back. “Let me rinse her.” He pulled her out of Jupiter’s arms and set her squarely under the spray. She sputtered and punched his shoulder. “Ass.”
His grin met her curse. “Is that an invitation or a request?”
When Seneca had thoroughly washed away the soap from Feeona’s flesh, Jupiter took control once again, guiding her from beneath the water and beyond its reach, where he wrapped one of the big, soft towels around her. When he seemed satisfied that she was adequately dry, he ducked back beneath the spray with Sen. They washed quickly—such a missed opportunity that Feeona frowned as she watched them. Her gaze on them only seemed to quicken their quest to finish their shower.
Still, she enjoyed the brief peep show. She enjoyed seeing them so comfortable with each other. They might not be touching purposefully, but they weren’t avoiding it either. And they looked… lighter. They moved as if no weight held them down or tired them. Their eyes sparkled and they smiled easily.
She pressed her fingers to her cheek. The wide grin she wore seemed there to stay. She didn’t deserve them, but she was going to keep them. She was theirs and they were hers.
When they shut off the spray, she handed them towels. Sen practically bounced over to her shelves and started digging through her things.
“Thank God.” He waved a tube of lubricant in the air.
Her mouth dropped open. She hadn’t realized he knew she had it. Jupiter was arching an eyebrow at her. She ignored him and frowned at Sen.
He laughed and tossed the tube to Jupiter, then bounced back over to Feeona, took her hand and tugged her toward the bed. “I love this bed. So roomy.”
Jupiter followed to lift her damp hair off her shoulders and towel away some of the water clinging to the heavy curls. “It’s like you were destined to have two mates.”
“Ha!” She laughed. “Roland just believed in comfort. That’s all.”
“Maybe. His bed is equal in size.” Sen hopped onto the mattress and urged her on as well. “Or maybe he also enjoyed more than one lover at a time.”
Feeona covered her ears. “I’m not listening to that. That isn’t a picture I need in my head right now.”
Sen took advantage of her hands being busy to guide her down to the mattress where he wanted her. He positioned himself above her head on the bed and she tipped her head back to frown her confusion.
