I jerked my head up when I heard a snort. Elias and Anthony stood side by side, partial erections on display.They're not immune to me either.
“What are you doing?” Elias asked, voice full of laughter.
“Rinsing!” I stood up, wondering why they acted like they'd never seen me rinse my lady biz before.
Anthony's face lit up as he grinned, obviously trying not to. “That'show you rinse yourself? You know we have a removable shower head just for stuff like that?”
I tried to remember all the times we'd bathed together. They'd rinsed me many, many times, using the removable spray, but I couldn't remember a time I'd rinsed myself. Our shower time inevitably led to sex, and we sometimes started with that same spray. My cheeks heated as I thought about it.
“Uh, well, yeah. I thought you put this spray in just for me.” I shrugged and walked toward the door, a little embarrassed.
They caught me before I got out, Anthony wrapping his arms around me first while Elias turned the water off, then I was in both of their arms.
“Don't ever be embarrassed with us, Coya.”
“Yeah, we laughed because it was cute to see you bent over, with that pregnant belly hanging down. Not because you did something stupid or silly.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, I know. I know you'd never make fun of me. I'm just such a ninny right now.”
They tried to wrap me up, but I shooed them off to put my hair in a towel first, then smiled and opened my arms so they could continue babying me. They needed to shower me with attention, and I needed to receive it.
After several seconds of nuzzling and kissing, they let me go to walk into the bedroom.
“I'll get our clothes,” Anthony said.
“I'll get hers,” Elias responded.
I sat on the side of the bed and blotted my hair with the towel, listening to them talk about what I might like to wear. “Something comfortable, like yoga pants and a big shirt!” I called.
They came out with comfy clothes for all three of us just as Axoular walked back into the room with a tray piled high with food.
The smell hit me, my new senses overloaded with the aroma of the bacon and coffee. “Ohhh, I didn't realize how hungry I was.”
“You haven't eaten for a week,” Anthony said, walking toward me bare-chested, wearing striped pajama pants and socks. Elias followed in similar attire. Anthony put on a shirt and handed one to Elias before taking my clothes from him and crouching to put comfy cotton bikini briefs around my ankles. I dutifully stood, having done this song and dance many times before. They loved to dress me. Sometimes I thought I was their own little dress-up doll.
Anthony pulled my panties up around my hips. I arched an eyebrow at him and ignored how good it made me feel. It wasn't the time. We had to figure out what the hell we were going to do.
“Sorry, Coya. I can't seem to help myself.” Anthony chuckled.
Axoular cleared his throat and pulled a small table over from the sitting area, before moving the tray from the other side of the bed where he'd set it. He carefully avoided looking at my naked body.
“It's okay, Axo. You're mine now, even if we haven't really made it official. After what we went through together, I don't want to be apart from you any more than I do them.”
“I don't want to be apart from you either, Riley, but we're still new, and I'd like to take it slow. This is new to me, the multiple partner relationship.
“Taking it slow sounds great,” I said as my pants were put on me. I took the shirt and put it on myself, ready to eat, not be coddled.
I sat in front of the tray and tried to lean forward and move the cups full of warmed blood in front of the couch for Elias and Anthony. Two identical heaping plates of food were for me and Axoular, so I moved them and the glasses of juice in front of our chairs. By the time I was done I had to sit back and take a breath. Leaning that far forward was murder on my lungs.
The food was amazing. Bacon, eggs, biscuits, gravy, fried potatoes, everything a southern girl could ask for.
Not much talking happened while I ate. Anthony and Elias sipped their blood and couldn't take their eyes off of me.
Axoular ate as much as I did. “My appetite was horrible while you slept,” he said.
“How'd you keep me hydrated?” I asked.
“IV,” said Anthony. “You pulled it out in your sleep last night. The healer should be here soon, and would've put it back in.”
