Page 102 of Craving Their Mate

“Sure.”

She and Grayson followed Rider into the bathroom.

After testing the water to make sure it was warm, Rider stepped in. "Come on."

She and Grayson joined him. Paris reached out to grab the soap when Rider stopped her. “What? I need soap,” she said.

“Let us take care of you,” Rider said.

Paris lifted her arms over her head. “Have at me.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

“Don’t mind if I do,”Grayson said.

He poured the liquid soap onto his palm and dragged it over Paris’ breasts and then down her belly. As amazing as it felt, the men were the ones who needed to be cleaned. Just as Paris was about to comment, Rider stepped behind her and soaped up her back and then her butt.

He leaned close. “I’ve been dreaming of taking you in the ass for so long.” Rider kissed her neck. “How does that sound?”

Since Paris had been in a few ménage relationships—short-lived that they were—she’d come to enjoy both ways of having sex. “You won’t fit, which could be a problem.”

“Don’t you worry. When Grayson and I are finished loving you, you’ll be so relaxed, I’ll fit just fine.”

Paris tilted back her head. “I’m up for trying.”

Grayson slipped two fingers into her pussy, garnering her attention. “I like it both ways too,” he said.

“I’m sure I can accommodate you both.” With these two, either combination would be sensational.

Grayson grabbed the liquid soap again. “I need to hurry.”

Paris laughed and then sobered. “I want to wash you.”

“You better be quick then. I have some place I need to be.” He handed her the bottle.

Instead of squirting some on her palm, she dripped it on his chest. Before she could even rub it in, Rider took the bottle from her and dribbled it down her back once more.

“You already cleaned me there.” Not that she was complaining all that much. She loved having his hands on her.

“I can never touch you enough.”

Who was this man? Rider was usually the more reserved one, and he wasn’t one to express his emotions very often. Maybe her kidnapping had brought him to his senses.

When she’d truly decided she wanted to be mated to these men, she couldn't say, but Paris knew tonight would take them to a new level.

While Rider ran his hands down her back, she enjoyed cleaning Grayson’s muscular chest, even though he kept flexing his pectorals, which distracted her. “Be good and just stand there. You’re making me lose concentration.”

He smiled. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

When Rider slipped a finger into her ass, she jumped. “We’re not having sex in the shower.”

“Who said anything about sex? I just want to get you ready,” Rider said.

She spun around. “I am ready.” She grabbed his cock and soaped it up.

Grayson reached around her and cupped her tits. When he pressed on her nipples, streaks of pleasure raced up her spine. If she didn’t step out of the shower soon, she would end up on the uncomfortable floor with these two.

“How about you two finish up? I’ll be waiting in the bed for you both. Don’t take too long.” Paris grinned.

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