She’d picked up enough medical terms working in the clinic for five years to know the exact area they were referring to, which was where she could expect to find knots and cramps after overdoing things.
Jillian had received massage therapy once before, but for a shoulder problem, not a leg problem. She knew how painful it could be when the knots were fierce, and didn’t think that differed from one area of the body to another. But she also knew ignoring the knots wouldn’t help, either. “It’s all right. Just do what you have to do.” She whimpered then, because the damn cramp seemed to be getting worse.
“Breathe deeply, Jillian, a couple of nice, deep cleansing breaths. Relax. Do it now.” Robert’s tone had changed. No longer the tender voice of an indulgent male, his tone held the sharp edge of command. This was the same tone he’d used a couple of times already, and it was the one that seemed to not only get her attention, but get her juices flowing, too.
Jillian immediately obeyed him and inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled through her mouth, and ordered her muscles to stop contracting. Just like when I was in labor.
She focused on the bedroom door. Standing open, it allowed her glimpses of the hall beyond. She found her focal point, the edge of a painting hanging on the wall.
As she inhaled, she took in the scent of the house, the men and an almond-like aroma that probably came from the moisturizer they used on her skin.
She didn’t use the pain, as Robert had suggested. That wasn’t something she consciously did. It just sort of happened when she needed it to. Whatever had driven her to push herself in the first place, whatever the inner panic was that had threatened to take her over seemed to be gone, now.
Makes sense. How can I worry about what sort of an impression I’m going to make on the doctors tomorrow morning when they have me naked on their bed now?
So she didn’t use the pain but she did focus outside of herself, letting go of not only the tension, but her mental meanderings as well.
Jillian heard them talking, a quiet kind of exchange that told her how close of a relationship the two men had, and how alike they thought. Their hands moved over her body, one pair on each of her legs. The pressure and technique they used as they worked to stretch her muscles and loosen the knots seemed nearly identical. She flinched when David moved his hand in a slow, upward sweep of her left leg, the pressure firm and unrelenting even when he encountered the knot.
Jillian exhaled through her teeth, temporarily tensing her entire body in response to the bite of pain.
“Sorry, honey.”
“Jillian, relax! Breathe, now!”
They might be twin brothers, but they sure possessed two very different bedside manners.
She knew herself well enough to understand that it was Robert’s commanding tone that could reach her more effectively than David’s tender coddling.
She immediately responded to his orders, relaxing into the pillow and inhaling deeply.
“Good girl. I want you to silently count how many times I brush your ass. Like this.” Robert’s hand stroked up, and then his fingers, whisper-soft, stroked the very point where her ass and her leg met.
“Okay.” She knew he was giving her something to focus on, but she didn’t know if she’d do a good job of it. She knew he’d ask her how many times, and that he’d have the correct number in that very well-disciplined brain of his. It would be a miracle if she managed to arrive at the same number. Her mind tended to wander at times.
Jillian sighed, because she could feel the muscle—whatever the name Robert had given it—begin to let up some. She suppressed a yawn. The easing of the pain seemed to make her suddenly exhausted. Of course, everything she’d been through in the last couple hours would have made anyone exhausted. Yet still, because Robert had asked it, she counted.
Oh my God, I’ve had two orgasms since I’ve been here! How had she let the enormity of that little fact escape her attention?
The bed surrounded her and the heat from the men’s hands warmed her inside and out, and she felt herself begin to let go.
“How many so far, sub?” Robert sounded as if he was across the room, even though she knew he was right there on the bed with her.
“Thirteen, Sir.” I must have read that somewhere, that subs call their Doms Sir. He hadn’t asked her to use that form of address, it had just come out of her mouth. Huh, maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a sub. And she allowed herself to admit to herself that she really, truly was.
“That’s right. Keep counting, sweetheart.”
Jillian smiled in response to the pleasure she heard in his voice. She guessed he liked having her call him “Sir.” That’s such a small thing and it pleases him. I can do that.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She’d been married to Neil for nearly twenty years, but had never really known him, because nothing she had ever done for him had ever seemed to please him, not once. A couple of encounters with these two doctors and she had the sense that she already knew them quite well.
They certainly had gotten a good start on getting to know her—and not just her body.
I didn’t know Neil because he was never steady, never dependable. I bet the Drs. Jessop are completely dependable. I bet a woman could count on them, no matter what.
That thought brought another smile to her face, just as more of the pain eased up. She’d have expected that such an epiphany should be accompanied by the blare of trumpets. And then she understood. Neil was in the past and didn’t really matter anymore. Jillian sighed and sank deeper into the bed.
* * * *
Robert was aware of the exact instant Jillian fell asleep. Her breathing evened out, her shoulders lost their tension and seemed to sink into the bed, and her sweet, fragrant skin broke into a light, dewy sweat.
“I’m surprised she lasted this long.” David looked up, met his gaze, and grinned. “I thought that second orgasm would have done her in on the spot.”
“She’s a fierce little thing.” He met David’s gaze. He understood that his brother had followed him to Reckless Abandon out of brotherly devotion. David didn’t need the self-discipline as much as he himself did. For David, the D/s scenarios had mostly been appealing in the variety they offered him from vanilla sex.
Robert didn’t really think that with Jillian they’d be living the lifestyle twenty-four seven. But she needed some grounding in it just as he did. She needed a chance to find her center, just as he had.
Robert let his mind wander back to earlier, when Jillian had passed them and he’d guessed what she’d done. They’d followed her, intent at first to just make sure she didn’t inadvertently step into traffic, or come to harm some other way. Then, on her fourth lap of the high school’s track he’d known they had to intervene, for her own good. For those interminable minutes when they’d tried to do just that, he’d wondered if they’d be able to stop her—if they’d be able to reach her at all.
They had, of course, partly because she seemed to be exquisitely tuned to them. She especially seemed tuned to him, and though her logic may dispute the fact, there was a part of Jillian that had already accepted him as her master.
So he told David what he believed. “At the moment, she needs protection from herself.”
“I think you’re right.” David sat back on his haunches. “I also think she’s going to be a challenge, for both of us.” He shook his head. Then he laughed, albeit quietly, but there was no humor in it. “I find myself wishing we hadn’t done the gentlemanly thing and promised not to take her tonight.”
Robert grinned. “Sometimes, David, you forget who you’re dealing with. You need to think more literally, brother of mine.” He didn’t mind giving David a clue that he did, in fact, have a plan.
David’s gaze lost focus as he obviously put his excellent brain to use. When understanding lit his eyes and he grinned, Robert knew he’d figured it out.
“Oh, now that’s sneaky, Robbie. I wish I’d thought of that.”
Robert continued to wo
rk on Jillian’s right semimembranosus, pleased the muscle was responding to his manipulation. Then, too, the sensation of her flesh under his hands stoked his arousal. Her skin felt soft and smooth and touching her, even in this nonsexual way, had just become his new favorite thing to do.
“We want to keep her legs warm while she sleeps,” David said. “Why don’t I grab one of the duvets Becky sent us from Europe last year?”
The down-filled comforters their artist sister sent them had served them well up north where the winter had been a hell of a lot colder than the perfect Texas weather they’d both been used to. “Sounds good. Do you know where they are?”
“Yeah, I put them in the spare bedroom, figuring we wouldn’t need them ’til next winter, if then.”
David left, returning moments later with one of the large, light blankets.
“This will keep her warm until we join her.” Robert tucked the comforter around her legs. Then he stood back, and watched her sleep. He didn’t expect her to wake up for at least a couple of hours. She’d pretty much pushed herself to the limit of what her body could endure. “She might be hungry when she wakes up. We still have some food in the freezer, don’t we? The casseroles the women of the family gave us when we moved home?”
“Yeah, I think we have a couple of containers of Aunt Bernice’s lasagna, and one of Aunt Samantha’s Irish stew still there.” David sighed. “Mom’s steak and mushroom pies, however, are all gone.” Then he grinned. “Man, I really missed everyone’s cooking when we were away.”
Robert laughed quietly. “Me, too. Let’s get the stew out of the freezer for later.” He intended to get back to Jillian as quickly as possible. It was only mid-afternoon.
He didn’t want her waking up alone. If she awoke alone, she might have second thoughts, get dressed, and leave.
Robert really didn’t want that to happen.
“I’ll do that, and check for phone messages. You throw together a couple sandwiches for us for now, since we missed lunch. Do we have anything else we have to do before morning?”
“Not that I can think of. You should turn the ringers off, too. And, we should likely set the alarm now to get us up around five.” Robert was really hoping they wouldn’t have the opportunity to do so later. “Jillian will want to go home so she can get ready for work.”
David nodded. “Five should be early enough. Of course, we’ll accompany her home and then into work…since we’re slated to begin our two-week rotation in town tomorrow, too.”
“Of course.” He watched Jillian sleep for just a little longer. Relaxed, looking as if she was lost to her dreams, the tension he’d felt running through her, even during that first brief encounter, seemed to be at rest now, too.
Robert understood that his brother felt the same way he did. They’d already decided that Jillian belonged to them. She was their woman, and taking care of their woman had just become their top priority.
Chapter 7
Jillian batted at the whatever-it-was tickling her nose. She thought about opening her eyes, but in the end decided it would be too much work. Besides, she knew she was in bed, and understood she was just waking up. She wondered what day it was. Could it be Monday, already? Surely not. Not so soon. The light on the other side of her eyelids rested softly upon her, like the shimmer of an indoor lamp. It didn’t stab at her the way the sun did, harshly and without mercy.
The bed felt different this morning. Oh yeah, I’m in Lusty, not El Paso. New apartment, new bed, new life.
Jillian wrinkled her nose. Her brain wasn’t usually quite so muzzy and disoriented first thing in the morning. Maybe I should just say to hell with it, open my eyes, get up, and make some coffee. Just as she began to stretch, the fly or whatever it was bothered her again. This time it fluttered against her right nipple.
Jillian used her left hand and tried to swat it away. A deep male chuckle reverberated inside her, arousing her and tickling her female bits. Her memory exploded into full, Technicolor instant replay. Jillian’s eyes shot wide open, startling her brain into complete consciousness and a gasp from within.
Oh my God! Images from just hours before flooded her mind. She tried to stem the swift rising tide of arousal sweeping through her, but failed.
Naked, sandwiched between two men who were also naked, she understood that stemming arousal simply wasn’t an option for her right now.
A masculine finger stroked her chin, and then lifted. She raised her head and encountered Robert Jessop’s hot stare. He edged subtly closer to her, and she felt all of him pressed tight to all of her. When he reached down between them and slipped a hand between her legs and began to rub back and forth over her slit, she groaned. Just that simply, she wanted more and needed to come. It felt as if her body intended to make up for all the orgasms she had missed out on for all of her years to date. Her pussy became damp, and her hormones began to celebrate the reign of Eros. Her body hungered, demanding more bliss the way someone with a sweet tooth might demand more chocolate.
“You’re hot and wet, and God, I can smell your arousal. Are you ready for me, my little sub? Are you ready to take my cock deep inside your hot, wet pussy?”
Yes! Truthfully, there was nothing Jillian wanted more than to feel Robert’s cock fill her pussy—unless it was to feel David’s cock there. What she’d seen in the shower earlier—what she felt pressed against her right now, front and back—was a whole lot more man than she’d ever experienced in her life to date.
Honestly, she hadn’t known penises could be that big in real life.
And yet the reality of this moment, of feeling Robert’s cock so very close to her cunt suddenly called to her saner angels. She felt his heat and his rigidness. She also felt the latex he must have put on before waking her up, which pretty much spoke to his intentions.
Her body wanted to fuck, and her mind wanted her to pull back and be logical. Just because she’d given these two well-hung, Lusty heartthrobs liberties earlier didn’t mean she had to give them more now. Just because she probably was a sub and Robert most definitely was a Dom didn’t mean she had to submit to him right now.
She still had the power to say no. The problem would be actually getting that word out, actually deciding she wanted to say no and then doing it. Obviously, her body wasn’t going to help her out any time soon. It was all up to her brain.
Looking for some form of logic to use as a tool, she thought back to earlier in the shower, and to the fervent words said by both men—words they’d each spoken like a vow. Both Drs. Jessop were men of their word—this she knew instinctively. If they gave her a promise, they would keep it.
“You said you weren’t going to fuck me tonight.”
“No, sweetie. I said I wasn’t going to fuck you last night.”
Jillian blinked even as David, nestled up tight against her back, reached forward and lifted her left leg and moved it back and up to rest over his hips. His action effectively spread her legs, leaving her pussy open, and ready for his brother’s cock. He kissed the curve of her neck, and then inhaled deeply. Oh, God, he’s breathing me in.
That was all it took for her mind to become as one with her body. Yes, these men would keep their word, but they would always find a way to do that and get what they wanted at the same time. Why did she find that so damn sexy?
“That’s kind of sneaky, don’t you—”
Robert interrupted her by taking his hand from her cunt, grasping his cock, and nudging her pussy with it. He rubbed his latex-covered erection along her slit, dipping into her opening slightly. Then he spread her own juices on her pussy lips, sending shafts of silky, glistening arousal straight to her core. She shivered when that heated, latex-covered knob brushed over her clit. That tiny nub, suddenly awakened, quivered with excitement, sending her arousal soaring.
Robert flexed his hips and with one thrust, buried his cock deep inside her. He said, “Good morning, Jillian.”
Good morning? She just barely restrained the urge to tell him it c
ertainly was, now. The wonder of being filled, of feeling Robert’s cock pushing against the walls of her vagina, flooded her senses. Ribbons of hot, sexy thrills wound through her, making her feel as if she was melting into hot, creamy honey. As she melted, she understood she’d just relinquished all control of the situation. Her body celebrated the vanquishing of her brain by clenching her inner muscles, caressing the man inside her as if her pussy was saying good morning to his cock.
“Good morning.” It was the simplest thing in the world to wind her arms around Robert’s neck. She undulated her hips forward, and then back. David’s cock was pressed against her bottom, and she wondered what it would be like to have that magnificent piece of flesh in her ass.
David kissed her shoulder, and eased away from her.
Before she could complain about that, Robert said, “Hang on to me.” He enfolded her in his arms, and flipped them. She found herself flat on her back with Robert on her and in her. His presence surrounded her, and the aroma of his sweat teased her nostrils, a delectable confection begging her to indulge.
Jillian closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her.
“Are you cold?”
It never even occurred to her to lie. “No. That was my body rejoicing at having your cock inside me.”
Robert grinned. “I felt your pussy squeeze my cock in welcome. Allow me to return the favor.”
Jillian couldn’t restrain her smile when she felt his cock flex inside her. He didn’t thrust, didn’t begin to rut in her the way her ex-husband had done. He simply held himself still and flexed. Then he grinned at her anew, as if he understood that he’d surprised and pleased her.
Was sex supposed to be fun and flirty? Enjoyable, yes, she knew it was supposed to be enjoyable—although she hadn’t been able to prove it so far from her own personal experience.
Robert’s smile ebbed, and his expression became a heartwarming combination of tenderness and lust. “Tell me you want this, Jillian. Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless, because that is what I very much want to do right now.”
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