Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

The L-word makes me tense up, but Blake continues to work my muscles until they’re loose again. He said it like that word isn’t a big deal. It slipped out last night. I couldn’t seem to help myself. It’s way too soon. They must think I’m crazy. I’m not supposed to fall in love with them.

But how could I not? The way they take care of me. The way they pleasure me. The way they support me.

I’m afraid it will slip out more. Like once it left my body, it’s just lingering out there. Noah knows, but Noah and I have always had a connection. He wanted my confession. Last night, he needed my confession. And I was helpless against my own need to give it to him.

I’m sure the others suspect it wasn’t just a pleasure-induced admission. Will they bring it up? Will they confront me?

Will me loving them mean we need to end things? Stop fucking before it goes too far?

My heart aches. And I feel a little weepy, but that’s probably the PMS talking.

Coop walks out of the bathroom, and whatever he sees on my face makes him hesitate for just a second before stalking toward me and dragging me into his arms. Our eyes lock. His light blue eyes fill with something that makes my insides sing. He lifts me off my feet, making me squeal softly, and carries me into the bathroom.

Blake closes the door behind us. “Let us take care of you, love.”

Fuck, that word. He’s called me that before, but now it feels like more. Blake closes in behind me. I want their hands on me, but I need to take care of something first.

“Just a minute.” I shuffle out from between them.

Closing myself in the water closet, I take a deep breath. Their kindness will make me admit I love them even more. I’m not used to this level of caring. I switch to a tampon and clean up. Taking a deep breath, I rein in my heart and head back out to the guys.

Naked and aroused, Coop gets in my space, making my breath catch. It would be easier if I wanted them less. But even in pain, I want him. He lifts my t-shirt off and leads me into the shower. Blake follows us in.

“Um, there might still be?—‍”

Coop presses a finger to my lips. “You’re good, sweetheart. We’re just here to help you clean. Every inch. Before your bath.”

Through the fogged glass of the shower, I see the steaming bathtub, layers of bubbles floating on the surface. An herbal scent lingers in the air. Excitement races up my spine. I haven’t taken a bath in years. My apartment didn’t really have a tub that was usable, even if I could’ve found the time.

The bathtub itself is beautiful, but I haven’t indulged. Yet.

Coop grabs my sponge and soap, while Blake takes my shampoo. Before long, I’m covered in bubbles. My insides are warm, and the shower isn’t the only thing wet. When Coop kneels before me to wash my legs, I bite my lip and hold my breath.

He lifts his blue eyes to mine and smirks. “My good little whore, always ready for more than you can take.”

I put my finger under his chin and stare down into his eyes. “Make sure to clean every inch.”

He leans in and kisses my abdomen. His grin grows as he bends to clean my legs before drawing the sponge up my inner thigh. Blake pulls me back against him as Coop lifts my leg over his shoulder. My breath quickens.

Tossing my sponge to the side, Coop soaps his hands and strokes over my pussy. I bite my lip and tip my head back against Blake’s shoulder. Desire flows hot and heavy through me. Every touch winds me tighter. While Coop thoroughly cleans me, Blake rubs my abdomen and lower back.

It’s impossible to miss their erections, but neither of them moves to take this to another level. I’m boiling with desire, but everything still hurts. Coop stands and draws me into the shower stream with him.

His mouth finds mine, and we kiss with our slick bodies pressed close together. His hands massage my lower back. Neither of us moves to make it more, and I’m grateful. As much as I want both of them, as much as my body wants them, it’s definitely a rest day.

That doesn’t mean I can’t help them along though.

When I wrap my hand around Coop’s cock, he threads his fingers through mine and holds my hand away. “Not today, baby.”

Cupping my face, he kisses me softly before turning off the shower. Blake must have left while we were kissing. For a second, I worry, but then Coop rubs a towel over me.

“I’m getting in the tub,” I say with an indulgent grin. I love the attention even if it’s pointless. “I don’t think I need to be dry.”

“I always like to do a thorough job.” He wraps the towel around me and draws me in for another kiss before groaning and resting his forehead against mine. “You tempt me beyond anything I’ve ever felt before,” he confesses. Inhaling deeply with his eyes closed, he just stays there for a moment.

I breathe him in too. I didn’t know if I could love Coop, but it seems my heart is just too damned soft. He turns me in the tub’s direction and smacks my bottom.

I drop the towel and step into the warm bathwater. When I sink below the surface, I moan as my muscles loosen. My gaze lifts to Coop’s. “You going to join me?”