Page 3 of Claimed By Two Alphas

When the massage was over, I’d tell them I needed a moment to myself. That was because I was hard as a rock and had to get my raging boner under control.

I sighed as Joshua’s fingers moved in circles, playing havoc with my body. My bent knee was pushed against his honed thigh, and I wished to god I could just curl up in his arms.

Or strip us naked so I could crawl into his lap and ride him. I wouldn’t even care if someone spotted us. I was so horned up over the brothers that I was sure others had noticed the way I looked at them or the way they looked at me.

I was almost certain they wanted me, almost certain their touching me was a way to let me know, but again, I was too chicken to find out and terrified I would somehow lose my job.

But I could imagine anything I wanted. As I stared at Joshua’s chest, all kinds of fantasies played out in my warped mind. The two pressing me between them. Joshua kissing me. Delvin pinning me against the wall as his tongue shoved down my throat.

Okay, so my imagination wasn’t that great. I’d been with one guy, sexually, my whole life. A guy I’d date for two weeks before I’d called it quits because I couldn’t stop hearing his thoughts. A nice guy who didn’t think ill of others, but the constant bombardment had driven me crazy.

Two weeks of seeing each other nearly every night and I couldn’t take it any longer.

But with Delvin and Joshua, it was different. Not a single one of their thoughts hit me. Nothing. Zilch. And that was fucking heaven. Imagine having painful headaches anytime you were around another person. That would drive anyone insane. Now imagine the blissfulness of those headaches gone whenever two guys touched you. You’d want to hold on to that relief with both hands.

Or never leave your house again.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of becoming a shut-in. I wouldn’t want that either. Humans were social creatures, and we needed interaction. Social isolation would drive most people crazy. Even though I craved it, the quietness would become too much after a while.

“How’s the headache now?” Joshua asked.

“Heaven,” I said on a long exhale. His fingers really were making me feel as if I was floating along on a lazy river. A wash of happiness overwhelmed me.

His hands fell away, and I damn near whimpered.

“Turn around.”

I did as he requested, giving him my back.

“Now lay your head in my lap.”

I hesitated. That was a little too close to what I wanted, what I dreamed of, and I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. I bit the inside of my cheek before I said, “That’s okay. You don’t have to keep going.”

“I only want to change positions,” Joshua said. “My arms were cramping being extended for so long.”

“You don’t…don’t have to keep doing that,” I insisted, though I really, really wanted to place my head in his lap.

Joshua patted something, probably his thigh. “Bring it here, Shane.”

My thoughts were downright wicked as I did as he’d asked. I was looking up at the oak tree, my legs now stretched out, my feet dangling over the edge. I was trying my damnedest not to think about how close his cock was to my face, of how I just had to turn my head and mouth—Stop thinking about that!

He touched my head again, and I closed my eyes, relishing how his fingers glided over my skin. Joshua’s touch was light, his massaging gentle. My cock was also getting hard as fuck, reaching an uncomfortable level.

“I still think you should see a doctor about your headaches.” It wasn’t the first time one of the brothers had mentioned a doctor. I’d always had an excuse at the ready, but they still kept suggesting it.

“I told you there’s nothing anyone can do about them.” I felt bad for lying, but it wasn’t as if I could tell them the truth. By the way, I’m not suffering from headaches. I’m cursed with hearing others’ thoughts. I could just imagine how that would go down, the look on their faces if I uttered those words. They’d probably pull out a straitjacket and wrap me snuggly inside of it while trying to massage my temples.

“Does rubbing your temples really help?”

I was so relaxed, turned into putty, my mind adrift, that I said, “Just touching me helps.”

Joshua’s light chuckle was like a soft breeze. I couldn't help but smile, until my words registered in my sluggish brain. The heat of my embarrassment scorched my face. “I mean, yeah, t-they help.”

“Glad I could touch you and make everything better.” Joshua went from drawing circles around my temples to brushing his hands through my hair. My whole life I’d kept it short, but for the past few months. I’d let it grow out. Now there was enough for Joshua to play with, and damn it, that wasn’t helping the situation with my hard-on.

If I didn’t get his hands off of me, the evidence of how Joshua affected me would be noticeable. I jackknifed, sitting up so fast I became dizzy. “All gone. Um, thanks.”

“My pleasure, Shane.”

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