My mouth blurted out, "Yes, please," before I could stop it.Shut up!
My eyes drifted from their faces to their bodies. They were both clad in only pajama bottoms. They sat facing me, and their strong chests and six-pack abs were on display. My lady bits tingled.Dang it, calm the heck down.It’s been a while, but these are your dead husband's best friends. I tried to reason with my enflamed sex drive.Inappropriate, don't you think?The Notorious V.A.G. didn't appear to find it inappropriate, and I pressed my knees together in frustration.
My eyes moved up to their faces as I warred with my libido, and I found them smirking at me.
"Don't feel bad, Riley. I know it's been a long time for you. We’ll go put shirts on," Elias said.
"Oh, please!" I exclaimed. "I'm perfectly fine. If you're sleeping here, lie down. I'm tired."Liar, liar, vagina on fire.I grunted at the thoughts running through my mind.
Anthony reached over and turned out the light and they climbed into bed on either side of me. Crammed between those two, the queen-sized bed shrunk to the size of a twin. I quickly became overheated from the warmth of their half-naked bodiesso closeto mine. I kicked the blankets off of us and huffed out a quick breath.
“I can’t sleep,” I grumped.
“You never used to be able to sleep unless you’d exhausted your body. You’re definitely emotionally exhausted, but physically you’re raring to go.”
He hit that nail right on the head.
“Well, I’m too tired to go run, Elias, so what would you suggest?”
Anthony let out a snort. “I have a few suggestions,” he said. “The most innocent would be you let me give you a massage.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me in mock seduction.
A massage sounded nice. “Are you going to want me to return the favor?” I asked suspiciously.
“No, I’m okay. You’re the one that’s tense and can’t sleep.”
“Well, okay then, thank you.” I rolled over onto my stomach.
“Lift your butt,” Anthony commanded.
I pulled up my butt so he could take off my pants, thankful I wore clean underwear. Even if they weren’t Victoria’s Secret, at least they weren’t my period panties. Pressing my breasts down onto the bed, I struggled to get my shirt off without flashing both of them.
Elias chuckled in an especially deep voice, “I’ve seen your parts, remember?” My cheeks burned as I sat up and removed my shirt. I held Elias's gaze with a challenge in my eyes, daring him to move his gaze to my breasts. Ever a gentleman, he held my eyes. I broke our staring contest to see Anthony staring unabashedly at my breasts. My nipples tightened, and the blush on my cheeks spread to my body. I rolled over and buried my flaming face into the pillow.
Strong fingers danced down my spine and a moan started low in my chest. Anthony’s fingers played a song only he could hear. My sex drive was doing a good job of behaving until Elias massaged my upper thighs. In an instant, I was covered with an entirely different kind of blush. My moan became throatier, and Elias's hands paused.
“Are we hurting you?” he asked, the picture of courtesy. “Sometimes we're stronger than we realize.”
“I’m fine,” I squeaked into the pillow. I realized I was breathing like I’d run a marathon and forced myself to calm. Anthony made circular motions up and down my back with his palms. He went down my love handles and then…he didn’t stop.Sweet mother. He’s massaging my tush.Ms. Lady Bits, that fink, drenched my panties. Elias and Anthony stopped massaging at the same time.
Elias put his hand on my thigh. “Riley, do you want us to stop?”
“God, no! Why would you ask me that? You just got me started!” I replied, rather snottily. “Keep going! Uh, please?”
Anthony continued in a seductive voice, “It’s…Well, we can smell your excitement.”
Any semblance of a blush on my body was gone as all my blood dropped to my vagina. I was simultaneously embarrassed and overwhelmingly turned on by that little announcement.
“Does…does it bother you?” I asked shyly.
Elias cleared his throat. “Riley, I’ve dreamed of the scent of your nectar for the past five years.”
“That goes for me too,” added Anthony.
Sitting up and whirling around to face them, I fought giggles. “You called it my nectar.”
I got no reply. Instead, they stared at my body like they wanted to eat me. Maybe they did. The thought of them biting me was a powerful aphrodisiac, which confused me further, considering how squeamish I‘d been when they drank blood.
“Guys?” I whispered. They snapped their eyes to my face. “Can you make me forget? For tonight? It’s a horrible decision, and we'll regret it, and I don’t know enough about you and blah, blah, blah.” I fixed a stern stare on Elias. “And I’m totally not over the fact that you lied and spied on me. But I want to forget my life and focus on how you can make my body feel.”
