She sucked that bottom lip between her teeth, and damn did it make me want to kiss her harder than I’d ever kissed anyone in my life.
“Will you look away?”
“No.”
She swallowed, shivering slightly.
“We need to get you ready,” Roman muttered. “We have to get you washed up, shaved, all of it.”
Her eyes went wide. “Shaved?”
I nodded at the hair between her legs and she went bright red.
“Oh.”
She dropped her eyes to the ground, fingers toying with each other in a way that made me want to bring her close and protect her against all of this shit. But I couldn’t. This girl might have had some sort of insane draw on me, but I didn’t know her. I might have been unable to tear my eyes away from her, or stop my fucking head from thinking of her every damn second since I’d seen her, but I had to remember the debt.
We had to remember that, I thought, seeing my own torn look mirrored across from me on Roman’s face.
“I can wash myself,” Johanna finally said in a quiet voice. “I can wash myself and — you know, that.”
I glanced at Roman. Protocol was never to leave a new addition to the academy alone with anything they could use to hurt themselves if they suddenly regretted their choice in coming here.
Or in her case, if the reality of the situation got too much.
“You’re not going to do anything stupid if we leave you alone, are you?”
She frowned and I nodded at the straight razor sitting on the edge of the marbled bathroom sink.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh, God, no.” She shook her head quickly. “No of course not.”
I kept my face neutral, but I was grinning on the inside. “Good. We’ll be downstairs. Take your time, we’ll come check on you in a bit.”
We gave her an hour before we knocked on the door to her quarters.
“Okay, I’m done,” she said softly.
Roman shrugged at me and I nodded as he opened the door. We stepped inside to see Johanna wrapped in a big fluffy white robe, her hair still damp and pulled back over one shoulder.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded quickly. “Mhmm, yep.”
Roman and I glanced at each other.
“Let’s see.”
Johanna’s face went a little pale. “Excuse me?”
“Let’s see,” Roman said evenly. “Show us.”
Her hands tightened on the robe.
“Listen,” I said, taking a step towards her. “The shaving thing is a house rule, and we need to make sure. Look, we’re the nice ones. The guys who come after us when we don’t do this right?” I held her eyes. “They won’t be nice.”
Her face went red, and she looked down.
Slowly, she nodded as her hands slipped down to the tie at the front of the robe. Gently, she pulled it open, still looking down as the robe slipped apart.
Fuck.
She’d been stunning in a plaid shirt and work jeans. She’d been a fucking vision in lingerie.
Wearing just that robe?
She was a fucking angel.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, my fists tightening at my sides as my eyes drank her the fuck in. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to put my hands all over her, yank her against me, and taste every bit of her sweet little body.
I restrained myself.
Somehow.
Of course, I also saw that soft patch of hair on her sweet little cunt.
“I— I don’t know how,” she mumbled at the floor. “I’ve never— I mean—”
I could see the tears start to well in the corners of her eyes, and something inside of me snapped. Something inside of me could not abide seeing her start to crumble like that. I stepped into her, my arms surrounding her and pulling her tight to me. She gasped, her body going rigid and the panic was clearly about to rip through her. But my arms held her tight, my hand stroking her hair, and slowly, I could feel that tension ease out of her.
“We’re not gonna hurt you,” I said forcefully. “But things have to get done or you’re going to have a far worse time here. Can you trust that we’re not going to hurt you?”
She looked up at me, this fucking angel with wet hair in a terrycloth robe, and she nodded.
“Let’s go.”
She knew what I meant, and she nodded anyways. And she let me take her hand and lead her back into the bathroom as Roman started the hot water in the tub. Steam drifted around the tile room as the tub filled. When it was good, I nodded at her, and slowly, she shrugged her robe off.
She half covered herself as it dropped to the floor. And I know we all knew just how much her nakedness was about to not matter at all, but I let her have that as Roman and I helped her climb in.
Roman dumped in some sort of bubbly oil stuff he found on the vanity, and the tub slowly filled with white foam. We let her sit there soaking for a bit before I nodded at Roman and then her.
“Climb up here on the edge and sit here, darlin.”
My voice felt thick, and I could feel my blood pumping like crazy. She took a shaky breath, but slowly, she rose out of the bubbles, water dripping down her bare, flawless skin.
My cock was about to tear a goddamn hole in my jeans.
“Right here,” Roman patted the wide edge of the tub. She nodded, blushing as she took a seat, only shuddering once as Roman knelt behind her and moved against her back.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you,” I said softly, holding her eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but you gotta trust us here, alright?” I looked deep into her eyes, doing everything I could to make sure I didn’t stare anywhere else, as much as I wanted to.
“Do you trust us?”
She bit her lip, her big blue eyes searching mine. “Should I?”
“Not trusting people in this situation just means you’re smart,” Roman growled with a small chuckle. “It means you’ve got a good head. But us you can trust.”
“Look, we’re here against our will too,” I said evenly. “Same as you.”
“Are you being sold?”
The sass was unexpected, and I liked it. I liked that this sweet little thing had some fire in her.
“No, but we’re getting our heads cut off if we don’t jump when Jeb Pike says jump. That work?”
She smiled quietly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay then, I trust you.”
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“Spread your legs.”
She shivered at my words, and then she gasped when I put a hand on her knee.
Slowly, she started to part them, her hands dropping between her legs to cover herself.
I pushed them away.
Damn she was perfect. And honestly, that sweet little muff was sexy as fuck, but Jeb Pike’s fucking rules were that the girls had to be clean shaved.
“I’m gonna lather you now.”
She nodded, eyes wide as she swallowed thickly.
“Here, lean back against Roman.”
My friend was kneeling behind her, and she slowly let herself sink back again him. His hands went to her arms, steadying her, and I could see her shiver at the touch.
I sprayed some shaving cream on my hand, my pulse fucking roaring in my ears as my eyes locked between her legs. I could see her stomach cave and tremble, her breath coming fast as I filled my hand with the foam. I reached forward and slowly started to lather her.
Holy. Fuck.
My vision drowned to a single focus of my hand touching that sweet, perfect pussy. My cock throbbed in my jeans, pulsing hot against my thigh as I felt the tender skin of her beneath my hand. Johanna gasped slightly, her chest rising and falling, her legs trembling, but still so submissively spread for me.
And I was telling myself this was just the job, but I knew that was dead fucking wrong. I liked putting my hands between her legs. I fucking liked the way her soft lips felt under my fingers as I lathered her with the cream.
I liked the way she trembled f
or me as I ran my hands over her most intimate area.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand back, swallowing heavily as I reached for the straight razor and dipped it under the water. I got it nice and hot before I brought it back out and moved in.
“Keep those legs spread, baby,” I growled hoarsely as I brought the blade to her skin.
Johanna gasped quietly as I shaved away one little bit at a time, dragging the hot blade over her tender skin and leaving it pink and bare in its wake. Her breath caught once or twice, her body stiffening, but she kept still.
“Just relax,” Roman purred in her ear, and I looked up to see her slowly exhale, her eyes locked on my hands between her legs, and a flush on her cheeks — the kind of flush a girl only gets one way.
Being turned on.
And the thought that this hot, off-limits, gorgeous creature was getting worked up over my hands on her had me ready to tear my fucking jeans off right there and bury my cock to the hilt in her.
I rinsed the blade instead, and brought it up once more, my fingers pulling her skin taut as I cleaned the last bit away from her. I cupped some water from the tub and poured it over her, watching the last of the shaving cream rinse away.
I almost lost it.
Just the sight of that bare, pink, glistening pussy, and I almost dove right in right then and there and slid my tongue deep inside her folds. I wanted to taste very fucking bit of her until she was squealing for my tongue.
But I couldn’t, and I knew that.
Giving in to that temptation could be the end for all three of us.
“How’s it feel?”
She was panting, so help me God.
“Good,” she whispered, her voice so damn innocent. “Different. Tingly.”
“Hang on.”
I reached over and grabbed some skin-care ointment.
Johanna’s eyes went wide. “What’s that?”
“So you don’t get sore. Here.”
I fucking growled as I started to rub that oil on her bare shaved cunt, feeling my hands slipping over her smooth little mound, those soft lips. And I was just doing one more pass and telling myself this was it and to take my fucking hands off her.
When she moaned.
I froze, the blood roared in my ears.
I hadn’t just imagined that. This fucking girl had just moaned as I touched her. And that was the dam breaking.
I kept rubbing. My hands slipped over her lips, and my eyes moved up her body to see her closing her eyes, her mouth opening. Roman’s eyes flared, and he shook his head at me, but I was past caring, past giving a shit.
I moved in faster, more determined circles, my fingers brushing right over her little clit and making her gasp as she arched her back. My thumb rolled over her nub, my fingers slipping up and down her lips until she was starting to shake on the edge of that tub.
She whimpered, melting back into Roman’s chest as I teased her pussy. I could hear my buddy growl, and I glanced up to see the pure need on his face as his hands moved to her sides, fingers tracing up and down her ribs.
She shivered, but she didn’t stop us — didn’t say anything. Her eyes stayed close, her mouth panting in arousal, her nipples hard and erect as I played with her clit faster and faster.
Roman’s hand skimmed up and down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts, and he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“Oh, God,” she whispered quietly.
That was the last of my restraint, if you could even call where I was at that point “restraint.” I leaned in, opened my mouth, and dragged my tongue up that perfect pussy.
I’d barely flicked over her clit when she suddenly exploded. Her hips bucked against my mouth, the cry broke from her lips, and she gasped loudly as her whole body shuddered with her climax.
The room went still.
Fuck.
Fuck, that was bad.
I pulled away quickly, and Roman did the same. Johanna opened her eyes, staring at us.
“That—”
“You’re good to go,” I said briskly, standing. “Now you fit the rules.”
I had to get out of there before I pulled her into my lap spread her legs and eased every inch of my rock hard cock inside her sweet little pussy.
Roman cleared his throat, shifting the noticeable bulge in his own jeans.
“We’re downstairs. Buzz the button on your bedside table if you need anything.”
Joanna bit her lip, her legs closing and her arms crossing over her chest as if suddenly bashful. Yet her eyes blazed with something… hungry.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
We turned, and stepped briskly from the room, closing the door to her room on the way out.
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Johanna
Oh my God.
What had just happened?
As they closed the door behind them, I found myself slipping back into the tub, sliding down until my chin was touching the bubbles on the surface of the water.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened had actually happened. I knew I should have been scared about what was going on with everything and why I was here and all that, but there was something about them that made it better.
Something about them comforted me.
For so long, no boy had ever interested me. I’d spent years listening to Peggy talk about all her male conquests, and at no point had it ever appealed to me, because none of the guys I’d ever met had sparked anything like that in me.
Until now. And to make it all completely and utterly confusing, there was two of them that did. Worse? They were my captors. But still, I couldn’t deny how they’d felt earlier. Yes, I was their prisoner, but that’s not why what happened earlier had happened. I could have fought. They were much bigger and stronger than me, but something told me they’d have walked away from that if I’d put up a fight.
And I hadn’t — not at all.
Later, under the covers of my bed, I felt my whole body tingle at the memory of sitting perched on the edge of that tub with both of their hands on me. It’d started — well, I’d say it started innocently enough, but it hadn’t. Not at all.
It’d started with these two rough, gorgeous cowboys bringing me to the tub to shave my pussy for me. I mean my goodness, I’d never imagined a situation like that in a million years.
I could still feel Colt’s hands on me, the way his fingers had slid between my legs. No one had ever touched me there, and my body was still tingling with the memory of it. His hands had felt so much better than the agitator machine I’d used in the barn before. I’d been lost in it, leaning against Roman’s strong, powerful chest while the chill of the razor slipped over my mound.
And then his fingers, and the ointment.
The way my whole body came alive, and the way I wanted nothing more than for him to keep touching me there, even if I knew it was wrong.
Sitting there spread-legged on the edge of the tub with one man’s hands on my pussy, his thumb on my clit while his friend held me and let his lips trail over my ear — it’d been too much. And I’d wanted to stop it, but I also couldn’t at all, because it felt too real — too perfect, too amazing.
I squeezed my legs together under the covers, feeling my bare tender lips rub against each other. I moaned, slipping my hands under the sheets and moving them lower to touch myself.
I felt so smooth.
I felt so naughty and dirty and so sexy, all at the same time. And I wanted more of their touch.
I wanted so much more.
I thought of the way he’d made me come, and the way his mouth down there had felt. It’d been like nothing I’d ever imagined it’d feel like, as many times as Peggy had gone off about it. I whimpered as I brought my hands lower, fingers trailing over my soaking wet, bare lips.
I was so wet for them, even being a prisoner here and with whatever was going on.
There was something about Colt and Roman. Ever since that day I’d seen them at my aunt and uncle’s ranch, something ha
d clicked with them. Something about them made me feel warm and safe, even in this place. Something about them made me feel so hot, and dripping wet, and aching for them.
My fingers moved faster, imagining both of them doing that again. I imagined both their tongues this time, both of them kissing and touching me. Just like my fantasy in the barn, I pictured both of them - putting their hands on me, touching me in places no one had.
Making me feel things I’d never felt before.
Like today.
My breath came short and quick as my fingers brushed over my clit again and again, my other hand sliding over my lips, feeling how smooth I was and loving how sexy it felt.
In my head, it was the two of them, of course. There in that bed, in my fantasy, it was my two rough and yet gentle cowboys, under the covers with me and putting their hands all over me.
My fingers spread my lips, and my thumb rolled over my clit, and I turned my head and buried my gasp into the pillow as the orgasm crashed through me.
I lay there panting, my fingers still idly stroking my skin as I caught my breath. Slowly, I turned and glanced at the bedside table, and at the little red button there.
“Buzz the button on your bedside table if you need anything.”
And God help me, I almost pushed it.
Almost, before I quickly took my hands away from myself and yanked the covers up to my chin.
I had to get my head on straight. I had to get my mind out of the fantasy land they’d put me in and look at the reality here. And the reality was, I was a prisoner in this place, and they were my captors.
My guards.
And I knew enough that falling for them was definitely some sort of Stockholm syndrome.
I froze as the blush crept into my cheeks.
Falling for them.
I quickly turned over, pulling the covers up high as I forced my eyes closed, tried to will myself to sleep, and tried to keep the dreams of their hands on me out of my head.
I failed at that last one.
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