Monroe, Melody S. - Hidden Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

They certainly seemed capable of handling Phil. She cleared her throat and tugged on her suit to make sure nothing was exposed. “I hope they’ll be judging the design and not me.”

  “Oh, they’ll be judging you, too,” Tom said with a smile. “So stick out those beautiful tits for the judges, and they’ll eat you up.”

  She couldn’t think of a retort for his comment. Chase stood back, grinning like a fool. Men.

  While she thought she’d feel self-conscious walking down the hallway all painted up, wearing nothing but a bathing suit, no one seemed to notice. She passed two other women who were also painted. The difference was they were completely nude, as Tom had implied, and they didn’t seem to mind one bit, if the way they strode around was any indication. My God, what had she gotten herself into? Shayna told her this was a resort, not some decadent house of prostitution.

  At least her bodyguards more or less behaved themselves. She had been helpless most of the time, and yet they hadn’t tried to force themselves on her. The comment from Tom about the butt plug was probably just to scare her into staying close by their sides. As for behaving themselves, they probably were waiting for her permission before they did anything. Technically, she was also an employee, but she wouldn’t cross the line and give them an invitation. Wouldn’t they be surprised when they never received one?

  They entered a small auditorium, decorated with balloons and banners. A band played on a raised wooden stage, and about thirty people sat in the audience. After the song ended, an emcee dressed in a tux stood in front of a podium and asked all of the contestants to come on stage with their artists.

  She inhaled deeply. Chase grabbed her hand and led her down the aisle. There were ten other painted women. A few appeared hastily done, but others displayed a lot of artistic talent. One woman was outstanding. She was painted to look like a baboon. The subject matter wasn’t to Larissa’s liking, but the design detail was exceptional. The woman had a large red butt and her nipples were also painted red. She’d spiked her hair and glued on long, fake whiskers. Larissa was glad Chase hadn’t gone that far out in his attempt to win.

  Strong lights shone down on Larissa, and she feared her paint might melt. After long introductions, she was asked to walk the length of the stage. Twice. At least she had on a bathing suit. There was one poor, naked woman who walked with her shoulders hunched over as if she was mortified to be there. Was this really part of her fantasy? Or had they made her do this? She hoped not for the woman’s sake.

  Finally, after the judges deliberated, Larissa and Chase were awarded first runner-up and the baboon woman was named the winner. For Chase’s sake, she wished they’d won, but Larissa was happy the ordeal was over.

  The emcee tapped the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen. Tomorrow’s show will be a couples-only competition. The theme is military. Total nudity required. It’s fifty dollars to enter and the winning couple gets half the pot.”

  Chase leaned over her shoulder. “We are so going to win.”

  “Not naked, we aren’t.”

  She wasn’t sure she was ready to be painted again, nor was she willing to be nude in public. However, the idea of slathering some goo on an unclothed Chase might persuade her to change her mind. It would be fun to see him react when she grabbed his cock and ran a paintbrush down the length of him over and over. That fantasy brought a smile.

  Halfway down the aisle, Tom flanked them. “Tell us what you’re thinking, honey. You look happy.” Tom’s gaze dropped to her chest for a moment before returning to her face.

  “Just imagining tomorrow’s event.”

  “Me, too.” He winked then turned to Chase. “I think a nice hot shower is in order for our woman.”

  Our woman? Talk about being possessive. It didn’t matter they were hired to be her bodyguard for the duration of her stay. She slowed. They better not be thinking of participating in the getting-clean event. Enough was enough. She needed some downtime.

  When she got to the room, she headed straight for the bathroom as the paint was beginning to crack and itch. She turned on one overhead shower, and while she waited for the water to warm, she brushed her teeth. The mirror steamed. It was time to wash up.

  After standing under the steady stream for a full minute, she filled her palm with shampoo. Halfway through washing her hair, two hands appeared and rubbed her breasts. She jumped forward and might have run into the wall had the owner of the hands not stopped her.

  “Darlin’, I just thought you could use a little help, that’s all.”

  Chase.

  “I’m good. My ex-husband will never get by you two and harm me in here.”

  “I wasn’t talking about him. I was thinking only of you.”

  For the first time in her life, she was a man’s center of attention. While she thought she’d love being someone’s sole focus, she needed to do some things by herself.

  The door to the bathroom opened then closed. Tom slid open the shower door behind her and stepped in. Even though steam swirled around her, she was sure both of them could see all of her quite clearly. Two could play this game, or three as the case may have it. She spun around and her mouth dropped.

  Side by side the two brothers were shaped alike. Both were buff, ripped, and hard, not to mention very naked with huge erections. She backed up. “Listen, boys, painting my body is one thing, but I’m so not ready to do more than that.” Even though I’d probably enjoy the hell out of it.

  Tom wrapped an arm around Chase’s shoulder. “I’m just here to help clean up my little brother’s mess, that’s all. I never said anything about fucking you.”

  His crude words made her hotter than the steam. She held his gaze steady, but she could tell he wouldn’t flinch first. Fine. She’d let them touch her and maybe she’d even touch them if only to see if they didn’t imagine fucking her.

  “Be my guest.” She raised her hands over her head, exposing all of herself to them.

  The men grinned, and she immediately questioned the wisdom of her plan, but she wouldn’t back down. No, siree. If the men saw her weaken, that would be the end of her ability to control anything again.

  Four palms rubbed her body, teasing her as they moved up and down her length. Tom pulled a handheld showerhead from the wall and sprayed her back. She stepped under the overhead shower and rinsed her hair while the men worked on getting the paint off her arms and legs. Once her hair washing was done, she attacked her front before they got the chance. She hated to see the yellow flowers drip down her body. They were so pretty, and the lake had looked so refreshing. Now all was gone.

  She did a quick assessment and thought every fleck of paint was safely down the drain.

  “Let’s turn you toward me, darlin’.”

  Chase’s fingers, dripping with soap, found her moist pussy. He rubbed slowly at first, making sure every inch was soapy before rinsing it off. Tom stepped behind her and slid his big cock between her legs. Her muscles tensed.

  His breath was next to her ear. “I can’t wait until you beg me to take you. And you will beg.”

  She laughed. “Don’t hold your breath.” There were lines and then there were lines. She would not have sex with them.

  His response was two thick fingers straight up her moist opening. The intense stimulation overwhelmed her. Chase pinched her clit, and shockwaves went straight up her body. As if her tits had a mind of their own, her back arched and she pressed her bottom toward Tom. This restraint was going to be so much harder than she ever imagined.

  “Mmm, I have to say, honey, that cute little behind sure looks like it could use some lovin’, too.”

  She anticipated him dragging a hand down her. Instead, he tried to slip a soapy finger between her cheeks and into her dark hole. She jerked around. “What are you doing?”

  “Something I know you’d love. Have you ever had anyone make love to your nether hole?”

  She guessed he was talking about sex from behind. “Of course not.”

  “Don’t dismiss
it before you’ve tried it.” He grinned, acting like she had no idea what she was missing.

  Chase reached out and gently pinched her tits. “I think she likes this, Tom. Maybe we should do more exploring on her front.”

  She reached for the lever that turned off the water. “We’re done here, boys.”

  Tom returned to stand behind her, dragged his palms down her stomach, and thumbed her clit from the front. Did the man know every one of her buttons?

  “Let’s get this straight. We say when we’re done. I know I could stand here for hours enjoying your slick little body, but Chase and I are in control, not you, honey.”

  Chase ran a gaze down her body, and his pupils dilated. “God, you are something else.”

  Despite enjoying his cock inches from her pussy, she had to get away from both of them. She reached behind her and took Tom’s thick cock in her hand to see how much was bravado and how much he really meant.

  He grabbed her wrist. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Oh yeah? Am I done then?”

  “You’re the boss.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  The power made her smile. She held in a laugh and stepped out onto the bath mat. In a flash, Tom and Chase followed her and pulled towels from the rack. They rubbed her down, careful to absorb every drop of water while they stood there dripping.

  “Now it’s my turn to dry both of you.” Why was she inciting them? Because I like it and I need some control.

  She gently took the towel from Tom and dried his front, back, arms, and legs. The thick muscles bulged under the soft material. He was amazing to look at. The only thing left to dry was his big cock. She bent over, pretending to inspect the huge job ahead when Chase grabbed her hips and nudged her with his cock.

  “You need to be careful where you place your delicious body, darlin’. A man like me will get the wrong idea. Please tell me you want me.”

  She stood. “If you’ll wait your turn, I’ll give you my full attention, Chase.”

  Where had her ability to flirt come from? This newfound control thrilled her. Knowing they couldn’t follow through on their threat to “fuck” her, she decided to be daring. It was so much fun.

  Chase grumbled but teased her with his cock nonetheless. With the towel in her hand, she draped it around Tom’s dick. She could have sworn he jumped. Holding tight, she moved the material up and down. She doubted she was doing much to absorb the water, but it was fun to see him try to keep from groaning.

  Once done with brother number one, she faced Chase, who stood there grinning.

  “Darlin’, when you rub me down, I want you to think what it would be like to have your hands all over my body and not some thick towel that prevents you from enjoying me.”

  “You are so conceited.” She laughed as she dragged the towel down his chest. “I’m happy having a barrier between us.”

  As she dried Chase’s back, Tom reached around and tweaked her nipples. She jumped at the unexpected touch.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you, honey. Tell me what turns you on.”

  Before she had a chance to open her mouth, he rubbed her rear, clearly wanting her to say she wanted him to enter that forbidden passageway. He’d have to wait a long time. As for Chase, she wouldn’t tell him how to make love to her or what turned her on. In fact, everything they did affected her. She had to remind herself they were there to protect her from Phil. That’s all.

  She handed the towel to Chase. “I need to go to bed.”

  “You go ahead, honey. We’ll be right in to tuck you in.”

  She bet a month’s salary they’d climb into her bed if it hadn’t been against the rules. Uh-oh. Was sleeping next to her in their directives, too?

  Pretending as if nothing they did affected her, she sashayed out of the bathroom, pulled on her thin nightgown, and crawled into bed. If she had begged them, she might be in more jeopardy. Not physically, maybe, but certainly mentally.

  Being at the resort allowed her to let her guard down, but that was no excuse to change her high moral standards. And if she did decide after all these years to open herself up, there was no doubt one of them would trample on her heart.

  Nope, tomorrow, she’d return to the old Larissa Viamari, a woman who was capable, vigilant, and oh, so alone.

  * * * *

  Tom waited for the door to Larissa’s bedroom to close before he could discuss his new idea with his brother.

  “Beer?”

  Chase stabbed a hand through his damp hair. “Make it two.”

  Tom returned a few minutes later with a six-pack. He shoved the four unused brews into the mini fridge and motioned they move outside on the patio to talk.

  “What’s up?”

  Tom gulped down the refreshing liquid. “I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s smart and beautiful, but there’s this vulnerability that makes me want to protect her. It’s not just her sexy body, but her heart is so pure.”

  Chase told him about her rough upbringing.

  “Jesus Christ. No wonder she’s so reserved. Though she did seem to light up when we played with her cute little snatch.” He prayed the stepfather hadn’t tried to access her sweet bottom, too.

  “She’s afraid of the only man she’s known intimately.”

  “You really think she hasn’t had another relationship since Phil?”

  Chase shrugged. “Not anything long lasting, I’ll bet.”

  “We gotta help her.”

  “We are.”

  Tom waved his beer. “No, I mean really help her. Make her see that not all men are jerks, though I have come on a little strong.”

  “Ya think? The first thing you did was talk about butt fucking her. Where was your head? Women like Larissa don’t find that appealing.”

  He didn’t need the guilt. “I know, but I wanted to warm her up to the idea. I think if we go slow, she’ll trust us enough to let us try. We need, or at least I need, to treat her like she deserves to be treated, with respect and not rush her.”

  His younger brother stared out at the mountains, or rather at the faint light glowing behind them. “What exactly do you want to do? You got a plan? Our goal is to protect her, that’s all.”

  “I say we tuck her in then do what we do best. Make her beg for sex. We didn’t come to the resort because we needed the jobs. We came because we wanted to help women like Larissa. She needs to see that lovemaking is wonderful. I can tell she’s afraid of expressing her feelings. She’s afraid that if she lets down her barriers, she’ll be opening herself up for hurt. I couldn’t handle that, knowing we stood by and didn’t do something.”

  Chase set his near-empty beer bottle on the table next to him. “You know if you do that, we can never walk away. Are you ready for that?”

  He sipped on his beer and thought about that for a moment. “I’m thirty-six years old. I’ve traveled all over the world and had my adventures. My God, bro, we’ve done every crazy stunt known to mankind. It’s time to settle down.” He ran a hand over his head. “I think after I saw men die on the oil rig, it made me realize life is short. That’s why I got out, and I know that’s why you left the fishing industry.”

  Chase rubbed a thumb over his scarred hand. “You’ve known Larissa for one day.”

  He polished off his beer. “I know it sounds crazy, but I think she’s the one. There’s something about her that draws out every need in my body. I want her.”

  Chase chuckled. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how to approach you with the same idea.”

  Tom glanced over at him. “You feel the same way?”

  “Yeah. But who gets her?”

  “I have no trouble sharing, little brother, you know that. As long as you promise never to hurt her, I’m game.”

  Chase leaned his head back. “I’d never hurt her. You know that. If she has one more betrayal, I think she’ll break. Forever.”

  “Do you think she’d take both of us? She’s a lawyer, and lawyers are
kind of straightlaced.”

  “I think we should try to convince her.”

  “I say we go for it.”

  Chapter Four

  With the bedroom door closed, she couldn’t make out what they were saying. The sliding door closed twice. Voices sounded out on the terrace, but she didn’t dare open her door that joined the same patio, as that would be eavesdropping. She’d bet her license they were talking about her.

  Maybe they were deciding who would stay the night and who would leave. She assumed one of them would sleep on the sofa, which she doubted was comfortable, and the other would stay in his own bed. Tomorrow she’d find out when she got up.

  She flipped off the lamp, but the light from outside streamed in and shot straight to her eyes. Fortunately, she’d brought her sleep mask. After pulling the material over her eyes, she relaxed back and let her mind wander to the day’s events. The highlight might have been when Chase painted little yellow flowers on her nipples. Or maybe when Tom strode in and touched her pussy with such self-confidence she almost melted on the spot. No man she’d met since Phil had ever been that forward. She should have been afraid, but the kindness in both of their eyes had washed away any trepidation.

  The bedroom door opened, and her body shot to full alert. “Who’s there?” She flipped off her mask.

  “Just us, darlin’. We said we’d tuck you in.”

  “I’m all settled.” Though getting a good-night kiss might be nice. Assuming they stopped after that. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to tell them no. Hell, she knew she couldn’t tell them no.

  Footsteps sounded on the carpeted floor. Both men climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers.

  “What are you doing?” This was no bed tuck like she’d remembered.

  Chase’s longer hair brushed her cheek as he nuzzled her neck, and Tom’s callused palms rubbed across her achy breasts. The double pressure points made her swoon. Where had her stern lawyer control gone? She’d expected one man, not two. Would she have welcomed one of them? She didn’t have a chance to think as Tom squeezed her tit. Her back arched.