Page 90 of The Twins
“I’m gonna wash the whole sorry incident away,” I said and cupped her breasts.
She drew her face level with mine and opened her eyes. “That is what I want more than anything. To forget it.”
“We can help you do that.” Finn was behind her and spoke into her ear. His hands ran around her waist, and he pulled her body flush with his.
She smiled and sagged against him.
I massaged her breasts, soaping them up, and then gave my attention to her shoulders, arms, and down to her belly.
“Shall I wash your hair?” Finn asked.
“Yes…I’d like that.” She rested her delicate-boned hand on my chest. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank us, it’s our job to take care of you.” I gently pressed my lips to hers.
Finn applied shampoo to her hair and worked it into a mass of bubbles.
She closed her eyes again and sighed, clearly enjoying our hands on her.
I continued to lather her body, slipping my palms over her hips and around to her ass. I cupped each cheek then worked the shower gel around to the juncture of her thighs.
A tiny line of tension appeared between her eyebrows, and I wondered if she had trauma about being touched.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes.” She cupped my cheek. “More than okay. Touch me…everywhere.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“More than sure. I won’t let him take anything from me, especially not the pleasure of being with you both.”
“You are so perfect,” Finn murmured and rinsed her hair. “And always be honest with us about what you want.”
“Yeah,” I said, there’s only one of you and two of us…it’s a lot for you.”
“It’s the optimum amount of man for me.” She smiled, and her eyes sparkled. I saw the old Rebecca again, the one before the awful fright she’d had.
Pride went through me, she was a tough cookie, strong and resilient. I admired that a lot…jeez, it was a big turn-on.
I tickled through her pubic hair, and she parted her legs so I could finger her clit. She was warm and slick and responsive, and my cock grew to full hardness.
“Mmm, yes.” She rested heavier on Finn, her head slotted beside his. “I need to forget everything…make that happen.”
“We can do that.” I found her entrance and slipped two fingers in, found her G-spot and gave it a good rub.
“Oh fuck…” Her knees gave way, and Finn tightened his hold on her.
“We should take this to the bedroom,” I said, the heel of my hand catching on her clit as I rubbed her inside.
She released a sweet high-pitched squeak and gripped my forearm. “Yes…but hurry, I need…”
“We know what you need.” I withdrew and stepped out, found a big white towel.
Finn steered her out and into my arms. I wrapped her up and rubbed her shoulders and arms through the towel. I didn’t care that I was dripping. This was all about Rebecca.
Finn dried off with super-human speed then stooped and picked her up.
She giggled. “I can walk, you know.”
