“I’ve got an idea,” Ace suggests. “Cash, come with me. Gage, you help Naomi up here.”
Gage salutes. “Aye aye, Captain.”
Just like that, Cash and Ace disappear, shutting the door behind them, leaving me bewildered.
“Ready?” Gage asks me softly, stepping forward to take my hand, his brow furrowed with concern.
I nod. “It’s just a bath,” I reply. However, we both know the truth. I’m shaking with nerves, afraid of a goddamned bath. No wonder the guys are acting strangely. I must seem like a crazy person.
Gage doesn’t point out all the reasons why we know this isn’t just a bath; he doesn’t ask me if I want him to leave either, which I’m grateful for. I can’t do this alone. I shrug off my robe, the silk slipping over my skin as it drops to the floor. Gage holds my hand, helping me to get in. I dip a tentative toe into the water, then flinch and pull it back out.
“Is it too hot?” Gage asks.
I shake my head, biting my lip to stop myself from crying at my pathetic weakness. It’s just a bath, I remind myself.
“I could get in with you, if you think that would help?” Gage softly suggests.
I’m grateful that it’s him here. Perhaps the others knew that it was his kind gentleness that I needed most right now and made their excuses. “If that’s okay?” I say, voice barely above a whisper.
Gage doesn’t hesitate, he immediately strips down naked and climbs into the tub, holding out his hand ready to help me in. With him here, suddenly I don’t feel so afraid. I climb inside, and we sit down together, Gage sitting behind me and me between his legs. Just like the first time we took a bath together.
The warm water envelops me, and with Gage there, it doesn’t feel scary at all. It feels good. It eases my aching muscles, and I finally start to relax as Gage gently washes my skin.
“My brave, beautiful woman,” Gage murmurs, kissing my neck as he washes my back. “I was so scared I had lost you.”
“Me too.”
I guide his hand to wash my front, feeling my nipples harden as the sponge goes over them. I let out a breath of arousal, and I can feel his erection growing. There’s a shiver of satisfaction that he still wants me. I guide his hand lower, underneath the surface of the water, yearning to be touched by him, to forget everything.
“Naomi,” he says, hesitating, wondering if this is too soon. But it’s not. I want him. Need him.
“Please,” I beg.
This undoes him, and he allows me to pull his hand under. We moan in sync as his hand strokes my clit, and I push his finger inside my slit. He gently massages my breast with his other hand as I grind on his fingers, desperately needing to find release. To forget everything, if only for a short while. It’s beenso long that his expert fingers send me crashing over the edge, far too soon. I cry out Gage’s name as I shatter on his hand, cumming hard and urgently, feeling his cock throbbing hard against my back. I fall back against his chest, a giant grin on my face, and he leans over to kiss me.
“Maybe I can get over my water aversion quicker than expected this way?” I suggest with a grin.
Gage grins back, happy to see me smile. “I’d be honored to help.”
“You were supposed to be getting clean, not dirty,” Ace quips from the doorway. I hadn’t even heard him approaching. He doesn’t seem mad, though, quite the opposite.
Cash appears behind him, a smile on his face at the sight of us. “Wanna come downstairs and check out what we set up while you two lovebirds were busy?”
I nod, feeling lighter and less anxious—it’s incredible what an orgasm can do.
Much to my delight, the surprise is that they’ve rearranged the living room floor space to make room for two of their mattresses from upstairs to create one giant bed.
“Movie night and pizza,” Cash says proudly.
“The pizza is on its way already,” Ace adds.
I feel touched by their thoughtfulness. “It’s perfect.” I’m also feeling confident that, with all three of us in a bed, I can convince them that I’m ready for us all to have sex together. I want to be with my men tonight.
When the pizza arrives, filling the room with the comforting smell of molten cheese, we put on the movie—I chosea soothing, nothing-bad-happens chick flick—and climb into bed. I’m wearing a pair of panties and a strappy top, and the guys are all in their boxers. Surely, there’s no way we can all resist temptation all night long? I tell myself.
However, when I wake to the guys all sleeping soundly beside me, sunlight streaming through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the beams, and birds singing outside, I realize that I must have fallen asleep during the movie before I could enact my grand seduction.
Some femme fatale I am…
