Page 11 of Infamous Love

Chase chuckled, detouring them towards the whirlpool. He reached down to pull the stopper and started the water filling the tub, which was large enough to accommodate all three of them. He grabbed a bath bomb from the decorative wicker basket, throwing it in. Within seconds, the comforting smell of lavender filled the air.

He turned towards her, a look of mischief on his tan face. "Jax won't mind that we've detoured to the whirlpool, but he won't be amused if he gets here and we're both still dressed. I've been looking forward to peeling these clothes back off you, young lady."

It was her turn to chuckle. "So, do you always do exactly what Jax tells you to do?"

Chase had a twinkle in his eyes as he reached to pull her top over her head. "Not always." He dipped in for a quick kiss before answering. "Sometimes I defy him on purpose so he'll have good reason to punish me. Like you, I enjoy having my ass lit up by his belt."

Her heart rate was racing. "I never said I'd like that," she protested.

"Maybe not with your words, but your eyes gave you away when you watched me take my own belt off. If we're lucky, we can both feel his leather on our ass before the night is over."

Jaxson's voice from the doorway startled them both. "If you two keep dawdling, you can be sure to feel my belt sooner rather than later."

His words had been strict, but he couldn't hide the smirk of his sexy lips as he approached them. Jax reached out to unhook her bra, yet she felt invisible tingles across her ass at the possibility of her first spanking. "Let me help." Once the bra fell to the floor his strong hands cupped her generous globes as he hugged her from behind while Chase went to work pulling her pants down, taking her skimpy panties along with him. She was stripped naked in seconds.

The muscular men undressed quickly while she tried to ignore the bouncing images of her rounded body in the too-many mirrors in the small room. Everywhere she peeked she saw her naked body, feeling self-conscious as she remembered how thin the models they had met in the lobby were. She had to force her mind to focus on the fact the men had chosen her over them.

A naked Chase led her to the tub, helping her step into the center while the well-hung men each stepped in on either side of her. She waited to see how this was going to work. Jax sunk in first to put his back to the far end of the tub, turning her to face away from him and lower herself into his arms. Chase did the same until the three of them were in a row with Jax hugging her, and Emma hugging Chase while he turned the taps off and the jets on. Instantly water swirled around them, intensifying the lavender aroma.

Emma relaxed against Jaxson's hard chest, enjoying how his arms wrapped around her to touch Chase, linking them intimately. They sat silently enjoying the relaxing swirl around them for a few long minutes.

Jaxson's innocent question surprised her. Up until now, they hadn't discussed personal information. "So why don't you tell us where you live, Emma. Where are you going home to tomorrow?"

"I'm from a small town in Wisconsin, but I go to the University of Wisconsin in Madison. I finished my undergrad in business last fall and am going for my masters in economics."

Chase whistled the sort of whistle that told her he was impressed. "We knew you were smart, but damn, you're going for your master's."

"Yeah, well, I haven't earned it yet, although I did get a teacher's assistant position to the head of the department. The only downside is he's making me teach all of his undergrad classes this summer. It's why I need to get home. Classes start next week." She paused before turning the tables on them. "Your turn. Where are you two from and how did you meet?"

The silence stretched long enough she wondered if they were ever going to answer. Chase spoke quietly. "I grew up in California, but when my parents divorced when I was in high school, I moved with my mom back to live with my grandparents in New York. Jaxson and I met our freshman year at NYU."

When Jaxson didn't expound, she pushed. "How about you, Jax? How'd you end up at NYU?"

She wished she could see his face. He was so quiet and she couldn't tell what he was thinking or if he was upset. He eventually spoke, quietly. "I grew up in DC. My dad is a big wig in politics and my mother a socialite there. When I refused to study something that would help me follow in good 'ole dad's footsteps, they got pretty pissed. At least I ended up looking okay so they could parade me out in front of the cameras to look like the All-American family. What a fucking joke."

Chase finished the story. "Jax was a business major, like you, but I was studying photography. It's how I got introduced to a couple of professional photographers and eventually ended up on the other side of the camera. As soon as my agent saw Jax, she went after him hot and heavy to sign on with her. She promised she could keep us both busy year round and so far, she's kept that promise. We've done shoots all over the world. We get to travel and meet new people. We're making good money and staying in luxurious hotels."

"And meeting beautiful models, like Mona, who want you." Emma wasn't sure why she said that and she hated the jealous twinge to her tone.

It was Jax who took over their story. She was relieved her comment seemed to go unnoticed. "I'll be honest, at first it was fun. The parties. The drinking. The drugs. The sex."

With each short sentence, Emma's heart rate increased. What the hell had she gotten into here?

Jaxson's voice sounded melancholy. "It was about a year ago I woke up hung-over in bed with a twig of a woman and I had no clue who she was. The hotel room was trashed. That's the day I started to pay attention to those around me and I didn't like what I saw. Everyone was so fucking fake. They all thought they were so much better than everyone else and that they didn't have to play by any rules. They treated people like shit. It took me a while to realize why I was beginning to hate them all, but then I put it together. They were exactly the same as the fake people I'd grown up around in politics. The hangers-on who used my dad to make money or get their fifteen minutes of fame. Everyone lying to each other, pretending everything in their life was perfect. I'd have quit already if it weren't for Chase. He's the only thing keeping me in the business now. We're saving up cash so we can retire soon. We have big plans for future investments."

She hated the somber, jaded twinge to his voice. She much preferred the dominant, confident Jaxson. Emma regretted asking them to tell her about themselves until Jax buried his face in her long hair, taking a long drag of her scent before calmly speaking. "I don't normally open up about myself Emma. I'm not exactly sure what it is about you, but I feel safe with you."

It was in that moment she finally understood why the men had chosen her to spend this time with them. It was a compliment in the highest measure. She was the antithesis of the skinny, fake models they were forced to work with every day. She wasn't a groupie or hanger-on who was looking to get rich or gain a place in the limelight. She finally believed that what she had thought was her weakness was, after all, what drew the men to her in the first place.

She wasreal.

Feeling lighter than she had a few minutes before, she sighed, enjoying the feel of being sandwiched between the two men, enjoying the relaxing jets of water soothing their well-sexed bodies. The feel of Jaxson's cock swelling against the base of her back told her where his mind had turned in the silence. Testing her theory, she moved her hands down from Chase's chest and encountered his matching erection.

And just like that, it was time for their next round of amazing sex.

Chase grabbed a bath sponge and soaped it up. He took a few minutes to wash himself before standing and turning in the tub to face Emma. Once he was kneeling in front of her, he began to slowly massage the soft soapy sponge across her body. He didn't rush, taking time to touch each intimate part of her body. Not to be outdone, Jax soaped his hands and massaged her heavy breasts until they were squeaky clean. As four masculine hands roamed every inch of her body, Emma felt pampered. Chase's fingers finally found their way to her pussy, paying homage to her womanly folds as he prepared her for their next round of hot fornication.

They'd been so gentle; it startled her when Jaxson yanked her head back by her long hair. A cup of warm, soapy water seeped through her thick locks before he squirted shampoo into his palm and began massaging the soap through her hair. The men worked silently, caring for her as if she were a precious possession. A twinge of panic over how easy it would be to get used to this treatment invaded, but she pushed it down, unwilling to ruin the short time they had together with worry about tomorrow. She would have the rest of her life to analyze what had happened. As long as she was here – alive and part of this amazing trio – she'd focus on the here and now.

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