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  She told herself his words didn’t make any sense. “I beg your pardon?”

  “You will beg, eventually, Jillian, I can promise you that. And I’ll put you down when we get home.”

  Bossy, domineering asshole. Jillian didn’t wonder that those words had come to mind. What did keep her from fighting him was the vague sense deep inside that somehow, running, pushing herself, she’d called for help, as she had countless times in her life before.

  Only this time, finally, someone had heard her.

  Chapter 4

  Robert was very glad that the distance he had to walk, carrying Jillian, was nearly three blocks. He needed the time it would take them to get home for him to get his temper under control.

  His armful of woman had fallen silent, and as he made his way toward his house, he focused on her, on her breathing and the reaction of her body to so suddenly not be moving.

  “I’ll run ahead,” David said. “The master bath?”

  “Yes, please.”

  David nodded then jogged off, while Robert continued to walk at the same steady pace.

  “What about the master bath?”

  Jillian didn’t sound cowed, or afraid, which would have given him a great deal of pause. She’d asked a question, and so he answered her. “We’re going to turn the master bathroom into a temporary exam room.”

  She didn’t ask for clarification. Robert was well aware she thought he meant medical exam room, as in they were going to make sure she hadn’t suffered any damage from her little emotional meltdown.

  She’d be half right.

  Jillian sighed. “I really am all right, although I think my legs might begin to cramp before long. They already really hurt.”

  “They won’t cramp up if we can prevent it. Just hush, now, and let us take care of you.”

  “I don’t know how to do that.” The look on her face that followed that statement told Robert more than he bet she realized.

  She hadn’t meant to reveal that particular truth, but found herself unable to do anything but yield to his will and be completely open to him. She couldn’t even keep her mouth shut to protect herself. He shuddered to think of the life she’d likely led before setting foot in Lusty.

  Before becoming mine.

  Instead of telling her that, he said, “You’ll learn.”

  He imagined her docility would disappear very quickly if he told her that she did indeed belong to him and his brother. For the moment she was not submitting so much as she was acquiescing, likely because she realized she could very well have hurt herself with that little stunt. Plus, he’d felt her trembling when he’d picked her up.

  His house came in sight, and Robert inwardly sighed with relief. So far, his sweet little burden didn’t seem to notice that his very hard and erect cock was poking at her side despite the layers of clothing that lay between them.

  “We’re here, apparently. I think I can walk now.”

  Robert didn’t think he could take watching her try, and then fail. “Be quiet.”

  He easily opened the screen door, and then headed up the stairs. As they approached the master suite, he could hear the sound of the hot tub jets. David would have turned those and the heater for the tub on immediately. Neither one of them had used the tub in a couple of days. They took turns using the master bath—it was just too luxurious an amenity to pass up—though of course, they each had their own bedroom and bathroom.

  That was probably about to change.

  Robert walked through the bedroom into the bathroom, and deposited Jillian on the long counter that also held three sinks.

  “You’re very domineering, do you know that?”

  Robert grinned. “I’m not domineering, sweetheart, I’m a Dominant.”

  “That’s what I said.”

  “No, it isn’t. You called me domineering, which means inclined to arbitrary and excessive or overbearing control. There’s nothing arbitrary about my attitude toward you, though I can’t promise it will never slide toward the excessive or overbearing.”

  Before she could speak, he placed one finger over her mouth. “What I am is a Dominant, which refers to the top position in a Dominant-submissive relationship.”

  “Is that one of those weird kinky sex things?” Jillian asked.

  Robert bit back his laughter and his response as he stepped to the side and let David move in. David had grabbed a blood pressure cuff and both their stethoscopes, and he proceeded to take her blood pressure.

  “BP’s okay,” his brother said after a few moments.

  “I told you I was fine.” Jillian had put a bit of a pout into that last sentence which told him she was nearly recovered from her “run.”

  “Well, your blood pressure is, anyway,” David said.

  Robert had taken up his own stethoscope and used it to listen to her heart. His right hand took hold of her right wrist, and he measured her pulse. He could hear no murmurs, and her heart rate was leveling out after the exercise.

  He set the scope aside, and then maneuvered so that he made a place for himself between her legs.

  “Do you recall passing us, Jillian? We were right outside, on the front lawn. David was stretching, getting ready for his own run. I was watering the flower bed. You jogged past us and didn’t even respond when we called out to you.”

  “You’re being all bossy and domineering because I ignored you? Because I didn’t say ‘hello’ back?” She managed to make his concerns sound petty, when he knew they weren’t.

  It was time to stop pulling his punches. “You didn’t ignore us, Jillian. You flat out didn’t see us or hear us. You’d escaped. You went to that place you can only find when you push yourself to the limit, when the pain bites down and takes hold of you. It’s got a name, did you know that? It’s called ‘sub-space.’ You could have run out into the street in front of a fucking semi and wouldn’t have even known what you were doing.” Okay, maybe I haven’t completely gotten my temper under control.

  “I knew what I was doing. You just don’t understand the way it is.” But the wispy quality of her voice told him she did know what she’d done, and that maybe this time she’d pushed herself a little further than she’d meant to.

  “I do understand. It’s going to be our goal, David’s and mine, to see to it that you eventually get to a place where you’ll need that kind of escape only on very rare occasions—not only that, but when you do need it, you’ll come to us and let us help you get there. But for right now, we’re going to do what we can to counteract the abuse you just subjected yourself to. First a hot shower, then the hot tub, and finally we’ll massage the muscles in your legs. If we’re lucky, you won’t end up with cramps and strains and walking, for a week, like an arthritic old woman.”

  She looked at him, her gaze solid as if she could see right through him. He wasn’t fooled for one moment. She was gathering all the available information, sifting through it, and thinking.

  Robert suspected she was really very good at thinking.

  He knew she had it when outrage lit her face and she gasped. “You called me your sub!”

  “No, I called you ‘my sweet little sub,’ but I should have been more specific. You’re not just my sub, Jillian. You’re David’s sub, too.”

  “Congratulations, love. You’ve got yourself not one, but two, fairly well-trained masters.” David’s grin seemed completely overdone under the circumstances, even for him. But Robert was grateful for it, because that smile of his brother’s certainly distracted Jillian.

  Rolling the dice and taking a huge gamble, Robert reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of her T-shirt.

  Then he whisked the garment right off her unresisting body.

  * * * *

  Jillian didn’t know what shocked her more—David’s outrageous words, Robert’s outrageous actions, or the fact that somewhere deep inside of her she could hear the opening strains of the Hallelujah Chorus.

  “What th
e hell do you think you’re doing?” Jillian didn’t move to hide her lace-covered breasts from these men and wondered—kind of—what that said about the situation, and her.

  “We’re taking care of you, as I’ve already described. Allow me to recap. First, we’ll give you a nice warm shower, and then we’ll get you into the hot tub. Once your muscles are warm and supple, we’ll massage your legs and see if we can’t avoid them knotting and cramping on you.”

  Robert Jessop made his explanation sound reasonable. She actually started to think about it for a moment. And then he reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and pulled that bit of lace away from her.

  “Hey!”

  “Nice boobs.”

  “Nice…” She tried to find the right words but could only gasp and sputter. She narrowed her eyes when she realized he’d done that on purpose. She was so busy being outraged over that tacky comment she didn’t even protest when he picked her up off the counter.

  David hooked his fingers in her shorts, and quickly pulled them and her bikini undies down, dropping them on the floor on top of her bra.

  She wasn’t completely naked. She still had on her shoes and socks. Until Robert set her back on the counter and stepped back.

  David set to work on baring her feet while Robert set to work baring himself.

  Oh. My. God. Jillian knew she was staring and couldn’t stop. Robert Jessop was definitely one prime male specimen. She’d already guessed his chest and arms would be roped with muscles. The washboard-lean abs seemed to underscore his total all-around buffness, if that was even a word.

  Then he dropped his pants and Jillian damn near forgot to breathe.

  She’d never given much thought to cocks, one way or another. She’d only ever seen one cock up close in her entire life before today, and holy cow, that one really was nothing much compared to this one.

  Compared to Robert’s cock. Holy hell, I’m looking at Robert Jessop’s naked and very aroused cock.

  “Glad you like it, Jillian.”

  “I never said that.”

  “You didn’t have to, sweetie. I just made the assumption based on the way your eyes are gleaming and you keep licking your lips to catch the drool.”

  She jerked her gaze up to his and felt her face heat. He had a point although, “I did not lick my lips.” Perhaps she would have been better off declaring that she hadn’t been drooling. Unfortunately she’d never been very good at lying.

  “Metaphorically speaking.” Robert stood, arms akimbo, and grinned at her.

  David stepped back and stripped in record time. His skin tone looked a shade darker than his brother’s, but he seemed just as buff, as if he, too, had spent a life dedicated to physical activity.

  David Jessop appeared to be as well endowed, and as aroused, as his brother.

  His cock nearly reached his belly button, and Jillian wondered for one moment what the hell they put in the water in this town to grow them that big.

  “I’ll bring her, you start the shower.” Robert stepped forward and once more picked her up in his arms. The total shock of flesh on flesh exploded in her senses. Jillian realized that she’d sat, totally naked, and waited patiently for these two hunky doctors to get naked, too.

  “You just think you can take over, strip me, and then carry me naked into the shower?”

  “Yes. Now wrap your legs around me, sweetie.”

  Jillian wanted to kick herself when she immediately did as he asked. He must have seen something in her eyes, because his expression turned tender.

  “We’re not going to have sex with you, Jillian. We’re just going to take care of you. That’s all that’s on the agenda for today.”

  He stepped into the shower enclosure with her. The fixture looked big enough to hold a couple of more people, over and above the three of them.

  The water felt very warm, and drenched her, it seemed, from every direction and level. Robert moved so she wasn’t getting sprayed in the face, and then said, “See if you can stand.”

  She almost said that of course she could stand—and then was glad she didn’t when her legs nearly buckled.

  “I have you, honey.” David’s arm slipped around her waist and anchored her.

  She meant to say thank you, but what came out was, “You’re not going to have sex with me?”

  David chuckled. “Not today, though it pains us both greatly to deny us all.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, we do want you.” Robert soaped his hands but kept his gaze on hers. “And don’t worry, we will take you. We’re just not going to take advantage of you right now.”

  “Like I said. Domineering.” She guessed by the way Robert looked over her shoulder that he and his brother were doing some sort of a twin-psi kind of communicating.

  “No, my sweet little sub. Dominant. We’ll talk about that, too, but later. First, let’s get that run washed off you. Then we’ll see what we can do to take care of your legs.”

  Robert Jessop put his soap-covered hands on her breasts and Jillian couldn’t have held back her reaction if she tried. She closed her eyes and moaned.

  After nearly twenty years of marriage, and thirty-eight years of life all told, she’d never known that her breasts could be a source of pleasure—until now. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy come awake. Without conscious thought she flexed her inner muscles so that it felt to her as if her pussy lips actually clenched.

  Robert didn’t seem to be trying to turn her on, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life before. When his hands moved down, when they spread foam over her ribcage, across her belly and over her hips, she responded by undulating those hips and panting. She heard the whimper that came out of her throat. To her own ears it sounded pathetic—desperate and needy, and just plain pitiable.

  “Spread your legs, sweetie.”

  Jillian opened her eyes. Robert’s voice sounded different.

  The cock behind her nudged her bottom, and David had sucked in a breath through his teeth.

  She couldn’t help but notice the men had tensed up. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Hell, no. Look, we said we would take care of you and not fuck you today and by God, that is exactly what we’re going to do.”

  Maybe the run had taken a larger toll on her than she first thought. Her brain wasn’t making any sense of that statement at all.

  David leaned in closer and gently kissed the shell of her ear. “What he means is, you need an orgasm, and he’s going to give you one.”

  She didn’t say good luck with that, nor did she say that she’d needed an orgasm for years and had never quite managed to experience a really good one. While both of those statements would have been honest and true and what she knew down to her bones, she understood her words would just get in the way. She hadn’t doubted her own ability to climax, because she had, sort of, on a couple of occasions. At least, she was pretty sure she had, but it had been by her own hand.

  She’d wanted one, she’d needed one, and had always believed that she was perfectly capable of having one. She just had never met anyone she’d ever let into the position of being able to give her one.

  But now she had, and she was, and the moment had finally arrived.

  So she did what she believed any sensible woman in the same position would do. She leaned back into one man’s embrace just a little more, and spread her legs for his brother.

  Chapter 5

  Jillian should have been surprised that she came so quickly, but she wasn’t.

  Robert reached forward and slid his soap-slicked fingers across her slit, stroking top to bottom, and parting the lips of her pussy.

  His caress immediately sent her arousal soaring to the stratosphere, a totally unexpected sensation.

  “Oh, God. Do that again. Please!” He did, and her entire body shivered from the contact, from the tingly, electric-shock-like spasms that exploded over her pussy and radiated outward through
her entire body.

  Her gaze connected with his as he stroked her again, and then let his thumb rub over her clit.

  Ecstasy engulfed her, a flash-and-bang consummation that snatched her breath and her reason and every bit of remaining strength from every muscle in her body. Her scream echoed against the walls of the shower. Eyes open, she recognized the look of satisfaction on Robert’s face and wondered that an act so selfless could give him such pleasure as she could see manifested there.

  “Oh, God.” Jillian felt herself sag against the strong arm holding her. She didn’t mind so much when both men chuckled. Neither did she take issue with the way they began to talk about her as if she wasn’t even there.

  “Here, let me have her and you can wash her back.”

  “I think she might be going to sleep on us—literally.”

  “Awake.” Since her naked front was now plastered against Robert Jessop, who was also naked, she guessed that whole, “not going to get into any relationships thank you very much” mantra she’d been reciting to herself for the last few years was pretty much toast now.

  Oh, look, it’s spinning down the drain like so many discarded soap bubbles.

  “You might not be awake for long once we get you into the hot tub.”

  Robert’s voice sounded different, coming to her from beneath her. She thought she should at least make some effort to help him keep hold of her, so she managed to put her arms around his neck.

  Strong, soapy hands lathered her back and bottom, and then her legs. Her “Mmm” of pleasure elicited more smug-sounding masculine chuckles. Right at this exact moment it was kind of hard to mind that.

  Then David must have moved, because water sluiced over her back, rinsing her. The heat felt wonderful. Jillian sighed.

  “We won’t bother to dry her. We’ll just head straight to the tub,” Robert said.