Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I kiss her again before putting the box aside and sitting down beside her, turning her back to me, so I can massage her shoulders as Dante focuses on her feet. She melts into me, her body going limp under my hands.
“You dance like professionals, and now I suspect you’ve been trained in massage therapy,” she says, her words coming out in contented sighs.
“Nope. I guess we’re just naturally talented,” Dante says.
“You could charge a lot of money for this.” Her head has dropped forward in complete relaxation.
I want to tell her that I haven’t met anyone else I’d be interested in giving this kind of treatment to, but I sense that it’s too soon to say something like that.
After several more minutes of finding small knots in her back and working them out, I say, “How about a warm bath?”
Her voice sounds sleepy when she says, “I don’t even know if I can take all of this pleasure, but I’ll give it a try.”
I kiss the back of her neck before I stand. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”
In the bathroom, I turn on the hot water tap and let it run as I gather towels and bubble bath. When the tub is filled just right, I return for Lorraine.
Dante is sitting next to her now, kissing her as he massages one of her hands.
“Ready?” I ask.
As I take Lorraine in my arms, I give Dante a look. Reading my meaning, he collects a bottle of wine and glasses and follows us into the bathroom. When I set her down, I find the zipper on the back of Lorraine’s dress and slowly pull it down. Together, my brother and I slip the garment off of her shoulders and down her body, supporting her arm as she steps out of it.
She’s a tempting sight, standing there in only her sexy black bra, but I’m a man on a mission, and the mission is treating her right.
Dante unhooks her bra, and I pull the straps from her arms, feasting my eyes on her luscious, heavy breasts, her nipples growing hard before my eyes.
“Beautiful,” I say, letting my eyes dip down to the V between her legs, where her closely trimmed curls beg for my touch.
There’s some uncertainty in her eyes, which seems to lift at my compliment. Please don't tell me that she doesn't know how beautiful she is.
“Let me know if the water’s too warm.” I hold her arm as I help her step into the tub.
“Oh, it’s perfect,” she says, sinking down into the bubbles. “But the tub is awfully big. I need some company in here.” She folds her arms on the edge of the tub and rests her chin on them, her eyes fixed on us.
“Of course, we wouldn’t make you take a bath on your own,” Dante says, starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Don’t rush, though,” she tells him. “I want to watch you both strip.”
He arches a brow. “I believe you’ve already seen us strip.”
Lorraine’s skin is already starting to turn an appealing pink color from the hot water, and the damp tips of her hair are curling on her shoulders. She leans back and gathers handfuls of bubbles, using them to cover her breasts. “This is going to be even better.”
25
Lorraine
These two men were unbelievably gorgeous when I first saw them from a distance at Club Red. Up close, they are phenomenal.
One of them alone would be breathtaking; two are enough to make me dizzy as I sit in the warm bath, my front-row seat for the private show.
They don’t do any fancy moves. They don’t need to. They simply remove their clothing with unspoken coordination, first unbuttoning their dress shirts, revealing thin, snug undershirts beneath. Their size and muscle structure, which are always impressive, even when their clothes are on, become awe inspiring when the dress shirts are off.
Their arms are thick as tree trunks, beautifully sculpted and covered with dark hair that gives me flutters low in my belly. I hold my breath as they undo their belts and step out of their pants. Their massive thighs are like something out of superhero movies that’s usually only achieved with computer graphic enhancements.
I want to tell them to come closer so I can touch, but I’m enjoying the view too much to disrupt them.
Next, they pull their undershirts over their heads, and I get an unobstructed look at those broad chests I was hugging earlier. I want to press myself to every inch of them, to map out what’s hard, and to look for soft spots I can lick or bite.
My own thoughts take me by surprise. When have I ever lusted so hard after a man, or men? Never like this. Never before meeting Leo, Troy, and these beautiful twins.
There’s so much gorgeousness that my eyes don’t know where to go, but I’m continually drawn to the fascinating shapes shadowed in their dark briefs. On stage, they wore showy red boxers, but now, like the real-life men that they are, they wear black briefs that strain to contain their sizable packages.