shifted and licked their wounds, and, after refilling the tub, had gotten back in as soon as they’d heard her come in. His damned skin had already puckered.
Most of Larek’s wounds had healed, and the only obvious evidence of the fight was Brin’s neck, which still needed time for the scab to disappear. The rest of his friend’s body was in perfect order, or so it seemed. However, they had no intention of telling that to Madra. Getting her hands on them would be wonderful.
“I was worried about you two.” She looked straight at him, and his cock hardened. “What can I do to help?”
Suck my cock and let me eat your pussy. “Can you check my back? I can’t reach to clean it.” He’d hidden the scrubbers he’d used so she wouldn’t detect his lie. He was already squeaky clean.
“Sure.” She picked up the soap he’d conveniently left on the rim and dipped the bar into the water.
Since he wanted her hands on him, he’d put away all evidence of any washing cloths. The first touch nearly burned his skin. Her delicate fingers made his imagination go wild.
Brin placed his hands over his cock. Larek wasn’t ashamed of his hard-on. He bet a woman would be pleased that she had that kind of effect on a man. Wanting to show Madra what he had to offer, he widened his legs and lifted his butt off the bottom. His hard cock nearly broke the water’s surface.
He swallowed his smile when she nearly spit out what she probably thought was a silent gasp.
“Your back has some scratches, but you look remarkably good.”
Darn . “Can you scrub them? It won’t hurt me.” He knew she was trying to be gentle.
Using light strokes, she rubbed his back. As she leaned over the tub, one of her breasts brushed against his arm. His balls tightened so much that an ache raced to the end of his cock. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
“That’s good.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. His balls were now painfully tight. “Could you hand me one of those towels?” He nodded to the rack on the wall.
“Sure.” Her tone seemed to be a mixture of disappointment and relief.
She got up and brought one back. He could have used the hand blower to dry off, but she might feel more comfortable if he were covered. He stood, and she quickly averted her gaze.
For her sake, he swallowed his chuckle. “You can look if you want to.”
Her face colored. Maybe his comment had been too forward. He slipped a towel around his middle and stepped out.
She finally looked back at him. “How are you feeling?”
“A little weak, but I think if I rest, I’ll be fine.”
She blew out a breath, acting as if it was all her fault the skirmish occurred. He stepped over to her and clasped her shoulders. The urge to pull her to his chest and kiss her overwhelmed him, but he steeled his body against her allure. “This isn’t your fault, so get that out of your mind.”
Brin leaned forward and pushed himself up to get out but immediately dropped back into the tub. Water splashed over the side, and Madra was by his side instantly.
The open mouth and pinched brows were a bit dramatic, but then again Brin was a lawyer, which by extension meant he was a good actor.
“Larek, we need to help him. He might have internal injuries.”
Brin shook his head. “Give me a second.”
She leaned over and touched his neck. “This doesn’t look good.” She glanced back at Larek. “What can we do to help?”
“He probably should get out and shift. He’ll heal faster that way.”
“Okay.”
Larek didn’t like how her breasts were pressed against Brin’s shoulders. Just imagining what he could do to her body made his mouth water.
Brin pushed up again, and this time he stood on steady legs. “Want to hand me a towel, too?”
Her gaze zeroed in on Brin’s cock, and he knew that soon all three would be in heaven.
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Not only was Brin well endowed, but the water glistening off his near-hairless chest had dripped right down to the
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