He gripped her waist and spun her around. When a resounding smack landed on her bottom, she whirled around, both sets of cheeks on fire.
"Go," he said. "Soak. Relax. We'll take care of you."
* * * *
Mac settled into the tub and the bubbles enveloped her in a blissful cocoon of airy delight. The hot water bathed her skin in moist droplets of imitation strawberry mist. She closed her eyes with a peaceful sigh. No headache. No concussion. As the stress lifted, she felt amazingly fine. She forgot about her mother, Cathleen, Gary Marks and that hideous project. If the board wouldn't give her an extension, then fuck 'em. She'd market herself to another company for more money. Their loss.
She'd buy a new laptop, and she'd have Tim give her instructions on how to use the shiny little flash drive. She'd find out where Sean's uncle worked and retrieve her car. But all of that would be handled tomorrow.
Tonight she'd relax in her tub, enjoy the fruity scent, drink the wine-in-a-drum and enjoy the company of two of the cutest, sweetest men she'd ever met. The aroma of garlic bread drifted into the bathroom, and she opened her eyes as a cool breeze floated over her face.
"Thought you might like this."
Micky held a wine glass. Mac scooted down a little farther in the tub. She didn't want Micky to see that her cleavage all but disappeared without a little help from her Victoria Secret bra collection.
He laughed. "You're covered, but I'm not sure why you're worried. You look great, Mac."
"Looking great under power clothes and looking great in a tub are two very different things."
Micky sat on the edge of the tub. "Possibly. But in your case" He dipped a hand into the bubbles and moved a little froth away from her skin. When the tip of his finger brushed against her nipple, it perked up at contact, pebbling toward him and causing an ache to vibrate through her entire body. "In your case, Mac, I'd say it's a WYSIWYG.
"What's a wizzy wig?"
Micky smiled. "Computer term, Miss Technophobe. It means 'what you see is what you get'."
"I like it. And it's my first real computer term. I plan to learn lots about computers in the next few weeks. I'm making it my mission. I'm not having another day like this one."
She grabbed the wine glass from his hand and gulped half of it. Her gaze darted from the bubbles, to his chest, to his hand that still seemed entranced with the shape of her nipple.
He winked at her. "The day's not over yet. We might be able to improve it for you."
Her body burst into flame, and she nearly slipped under the water.
He stood up and walked toward the door. That spiky auburn hair looked adorable from the back, and his ass looked great. He started to close the door, then peeked back inside just as she rose a little higher to take another sip of wine. He glanced at her bubble-tipped breasts and smiled lazily. "Sean's got dinner under control. I'd say about twenty minutes."
"Okay," she squeaked.
* * * *
When Micky knocked on the bathroom door, Mac quickly dried and threw on a fluffy bathrobe. The three of them devoured dinner. Sean had done an admirable job of stirring the chicken Alfredo in a pan. Who knew it would be that easy? The creamy, fattening sauce hit the spot. The garlic bread, loaded with gooey cheese, seemed the perfect complement. They chatted about the university and Mac's hideous project. When they all pushed away their plates and had finished their wine, Micky grabbed the toothbrushes and stood.
"Mind if we use these?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He hauled Sean to his feet and they disappeared into the hallway.
Mac took full advantage of their absence. She flew to her bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it with a shuddering sigh. Now what? She had no idea what to expect, what to do and what the men had on their minds. She decided she couldn't take any chances. If they were thinking what she hoped they might be thinking, she had no intention of saying no.
She stood in front of her full-length mirror and opened her robe. Not bad at all for a thirty-something woman, or at least one who might be naked in front of a thirty-something man. But these men were more than ten years younger. Their hands had touched smooth, perfect skin. Their lips had kissed full rosy lips. And their cocks had been in pussies with a lot less use and experience than hers.
Luckily she'd just had a wax. So she felt far better about that.
"What is wrong with you, Mac? What makes you assume they're even thinking of fucking you? You're an idiot."
She made a grumpy face at her reflection. Having an imagination was one thing. Being demented and delusional was quite another.
"They've taken care of you, gotten you home safe and lifted your spirits out of hell. Get out there and be a good hostess."
She pulled the robe closed, tied the belt and then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She might not be kissing anyone, but she didn't want to kill someone with her garlic breath either.
After brushing, she rinsed with some cinnamon mouthwash. She ran a brush through her mop and counted herself finished. Impressing those two studs didn't seem a viable option. She couldn't possibly impress anyone without at least an hour, a great outfit and a pair of pumps. She'd accept human-looking. She wanted now to indulge in death-by-ice cream, mainly because the mood for chocolate had hit and she wanted that syrup.
Much more relaxed now that she'd given herself a reality-check and a good talking-to, she re-entered the kitchen to find her adorable hunks with their heads together, whispering. They glanced up when she walked in. Micky spun the chocolate syrup bottle in his strong fingers. They both wore smiles that looked more than a little secretive.
She laughed. "You two look like you've done something bad and are about to get caught."
"We haven't done anything," Sean said. "Yet."
Mac glanced toward the cookie jar. Her brow rose.
Micky spun the syrup bottle again. "The cookies are safe enough. Don't have my mind on cookies at all."
Mac leaned back against the counter and studied their faces. "You've definitely got something fluttering around in those minds of yours. Care to share?"
Micky glanced up at her. "Come over here a minute."
She pushed away from the counter and walked across the floor on bare feet, glad she'd cleaned that weekend. How embarrassing to be caught with dirty feet. When she got within reach, he caught her wrist and tugged her down into his lap. He ran his finger from her throat into the open neck of her robe, a feathery touch that immediately sent a shiver racing down her spine. The light touch tickled, but it felt far too nice to giggle and ruin the moment.
"Sean and I were trying to come up with something to make your day better," Micky said.
Mac laughed. "You've already made my day better."
"We kind of know that," Sean said. "You're smiling now."
She swung her gaze between them, her knights in shining armor. King Arthur couldn't have asked for better champions to sit at his table. "I can't thank either of you enough. Really. You saved my sanity."
"Appreciate that," Micky said. "But we think the night can be even better."
He studied her face for a minute, and Mac sat as still as possible wondering what he thought. He looked far too serious for a frat boy. His gaze traveled from her eyes, to her lips then darted to her cloud of hair. She had a sudden desire to pull it into a pony tail because the hot bath water had made it curl, but when she'd decided to go for messy chic, she'd had it cut far too short to hold a pony tail. Tim really liked it, but she and Tim were the same age. Most college girls had that sleek blond look like so many of the current actresses. To Micky and Sean's eyes, she must look like an antique trying to look new with a fresh coat of paint.
Micky's quiet voice pulled her thoughts away from her hair. "You're open-minded, aren't you, Mac?"
"Extremely. Well, except when it comes to a few of the people at work. Gary, for instance, drives"
"And you're a risk-taker," Sean said.
"Well, you have to be in my busine
ss. I"
"And you're innovative," Micky said. "You like to try new ways of doing old things."
"Always." She smiled and glanced between them. "What's all this about? Did you want to put the chocolate syrup on the waffles or something? It's an unusual dessert, but I imagine it might be pretty tasty."
"Not on the waffles," Sean said.
She laughed. "Well, it sure as hell isn't going to be good on the garlic bread."
Micky hooked his finger into her belt loop and gave a little tug. He pulled gently on the edge of her robe, baring a little bit of skin. His hand dipped inside and touched the tip of her breast. Her nipple hardened. No surprise there, and no surprise that he'd touched her. She should have slapped him, or at the very least, stood up. She couldn't move, and wouldn't have moved even for a working laptop.
Micky's gaze rose back to hers. "We were thinking we'd like to put the chocolate syrup on you."
Mac could barely find her voice. "On me? For real?" She knew she sounded shocked, maybe even a little apprehensive. Little did they know she'd never had any man offer such an exciting proposition. Her heart beat sped up. Part of her wanted to jump up and dance around the kitchen.
"You like us okay, right?" Sean asked. "You're comfortable with us?"
She nodded dumbly, still trying to recover. She blinked like an idiot, but she danced and whirled in her head. Had she knocked herself out hitting the pavement in the parking lot? Maybe she lay unconscious in a hospital room. They'd hooked her up to an IV that dripped the best cocktail of drugs into her system, and created the best hallucination anyone could have.
"So you trust us?" Micky asked.
"Yes, actually, I do trust you," Mac said. "I know it's probably stupid, and entirely too nave, but it's there just the same. And believe me, I trust very few people."
Micky nodded. "That's why we wanted to ask. We didn't want to ruin the moment, but we didn't want to freak you out."
"Why me?" she whispered.
"Because we think you're amazing," Micky said. "We don't know anyone like you."
Sean nodded then flipped the top on the bottle of chocolate syrup. His smile melted something inside of her. That leaking between her legs had started again. "So, want to try something new? If nothing else, Micky and I get a great dessert. We'll even let you have a little taste if you're interested."
Mac licked her lips and murmured, "I'm counting on it."
Chapter 5
They each took one of her hands and led her into the living room. She had a stupid moment where she pictured chocolate syrup all over her off-white carpet. She shrugged that off quickly, and refused to think about things like that. That was the old Mackenzie. For an evening with these two, she'd mud wrestle them in the living room if they asked. A little chocolate stain could be solved by installing new carpet. Not a problem. This adventure warranted any price.
But the worry was unnecessary. These two had already been knighted, and knights didn't destroy. They planned and conquered. There would be nothing spilled on her carpet.
Sean disappeared and came back with an old quilt she'd stored in her linen closet. After he spread it down on the floor, he disappeared into the foyer and came back with a silk scarf she wore under her other winter coat. Micky ran his hand under her robe to wrap around her shoulders. As he slid his hands down her arms, the robe fell to the quilt. He leaned down and nuzzled his face into her neck.
"You smell amazing. I'll never have another strawberry without thinking of you."
"It's imitation scent," she whispered, "but you're quite the charmer, Micky."
"I've got inspiration."
It might be a big game, but she fell for all of it, and she didn't care. What good was an adventure unless you embraced it wholeheartedly?
But she wasn't remotely prepared for how she would feel. The touch of Micky's lips against the skin of her neck unnerved her. It felt too intense, too innocent and too real. She solved that problem by tilting her head to give him better access, and wrapping her arms around his neck to show him just how much she liked it.
He dropped soft kisses along the column of her throat, nibbled at her ear lobe then angled toward her jaw, causing her stomach to flutter when he nipped at her. Her skin got hot, her heart began to race and she thought for a moment she'd drop to the quilt. At least if she hit her head it would be softer than concrete.
Sean appeared behind her and ran his fingertips down the length of her spine. When she trembled, he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck, kissed her gently and quietly said, "God, you're hot."
Micky's mouth pressed harder kisses across her jaw, and she tightened her arms around his neck, hoping he'd take the signal. Micky was nothing if not perceptive. His mouth closed over hers fast, swooping down hard. Her lips opened without thought and his tongue pushed inside. She sucked on it greedily, tasting the cinnamon mouthwash and young male.
Sean put his hands on her hips, sliding them down and across her ass, sweeping a finger between her cheeks, then down lower. He cupped her pussy in his palm, rubbing gently. He dipped a finger inside, pressing deep into her and making her hot and antsy.
Let the games begin.
Torn between the two, Mac lost her concentration, but decided she'd turn off her brain for the night and just feel.
And it felt incredible. With one lover, particularly Tim, she could anticipate where a movement might lead. She knew what his sounds meant, what he wanted and could give him signals back. With two lovers it seemed nearly impossible to anticipate, so each movement against her, each touch of a hand, each press of a mouth brought a tingle of excitement with the element of surprise.
Sean pressed his body against hers and she felt exactly what kind of surprise he might have for her. When Micky pressed closer, she knew this might be a double surprise. She wasn't sure how she'd handle that, but she wanted to try.
Micky took her shoulders, lifted his mouth from hers and, after kissing her mouth softly one more time, twisted her toward Sean. Sean seized her waist and pulled her toward him fast, his mouth enveloping hers before she could say a word. His tongue dueled with hers until she'd lost her breath, and a wave of heat coursed down her body to the tips of her toes.
When he released her, she took a step back and bumped into a very naked Micky. The heat of him seared her back. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him. The hairs on his chest felt silky on her skin. His cock lunged eagerly toward her. She relaxed and let him hold her, enjoying the feel of the hard cock pressed against her ass. She wiggled a little, and Micky groaned a little. His cock pulsed.
"Your turn, Sean," she said. "Lose the clothes."
Sean wasted no time. He ripped his t-shirt over his head, and managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans while toeing off his boots. She'd have fallen on her ass three times trying the same maneuver. His jeans slid off his hips and left him standing in a pair of black boxer-briefs, very sexy on a pair of great looking legs. He kicked away his jeans and briefs, and managed to strip off his socks without falling over.
Mac laughed. "You've done this before."
He smiled, but had the grace to blush a very adorable shade of pink. "A couple of times."
"I made a mistake earlier. You're the athlete."
"Quarterback. Just made the playoffs." He ducked his head for a second. "That chem disaster is gonna be a big problem. No one's going to be very happy with me. But let's not think about that right now. Let's think about you."
He retrieved the scarf from the floor and gently slid it over her eyes, tying it loosely behind her head. He cupped her shoulders in his hands and lowered her to the floor, then helped her lie down.
She heard the sound of her lighter click several times and the room filled with the scents of vanilla and cinnamon.
Two sets of hands roamed over her and she couldn't tell who did what, so she concentrated on the sensations that poured through her.
This is really happening.
One of them cuppe
d her breasts, their fingers kneading and the thumbs stroking her nipples in light, teasing flutters. She arched higher, wanting more pressure. The hand responded, cupping her breast harder, while lips touched her nipple and drew it into a warm mouth. She reached out blindly and encountered a head of straight, spiky hair.
"Oh, Micky, that feels great."
His mouth continued to suckle her, tugging her flesh with lips and tongue that felt like silk. Sean planted wet kisses from her shoulder, down her arm then twirled his tongue in her belly button. She burst with a fit of giggles as he kissed his way down her abdomen. She felt him shift, and then his warm palms settled on the creases of her thighs. He pushed gently and she opened her legs. Sean's breath whispered across her folds.
"Beautiful pussy, Mac. Pink, plump, swollen lips." Micky groaned as Sean talked. Sean's hand skimmed across her mound. "Smooth, silky skin." Micky groaned again and suddenly two hands swept over her mound.
Micky lifted his head. "Fuck. Your pussy feels nice." His hand dipped lower and his finger pressed inside. Her muscles grasped it and held it tight. "And so fucking tight."
"I'm working here, Mick," Sean muttered. "You're in the way."
Micky ignored him for another moment, pumping his finger in and out. Mac couldn't help it. Her hips lifted into his finger and she rode the movement. His finger skimmed her g-spot and she shuddered.
"She likes that," Sean said.
"Yes, I do," Mac whispered.
Micky withdrew his finger, slid down on the quilt to get a better angle, and pushed two fingers into her. Mackenzie's hips lunged upwards, meeting each thrust. Micky's cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her. She lowered her arm and wrapped her hand around the thickness, squeezing softly. Micky jumped. Her thumb flicked along the soft, satiny flesh.
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