“That just earned you extras,” Kellan growled.
“What? Nooo,” she cried. “I don’t deserve extras.”
If she’d stomped her foot, he wouldn’t have been surprised. There was a definite pout in her voice.
Then Eli landed several more spanks on her ass. It was bright pink by now, bordering on turning red. Not too much, not too little.
His brother knew how to spank nervous, naughty girls like Arabella. Although he knew that none of the women he’d spanked in the past were as important to Eli as this one.
When he was finished, Eli drew her into his arms and held her tight. She wasn’t crying, but she still clung to him tightly.
Kellan moved closer, placing his hand over the back of her head to massage her scalp.
She moaned as he rubbed the tension away.
“You did so well, Butterfly,” he told her quietly. “Such a brave, beautiful girl.”
She leaned into Eli’s chest as Kellan continued to massage her head and Eli kept whispering to her about how amazing she was. How beautiful and stunning.
And how she was theirs.
Finally, she straightened and glanced up at Eli and then back at Kellan. Her cheeks were flushed but she didn’t look scared or worried.
In fact, she seemed almost happy.
That knot of tension in his stomach eased and he realized he hadn’t been entirely certain of her reaction.
“How was it?” Eli asked. “Too sore? I didn’t scare you? Did you feel safe?”
“I feel pretty good. Not sore or scared at all. I promise.”
“That’s good.” Eli held her face between his hands as he kissed her forehead “Now, we need to get that conditioner out of your hair and Kellan needs a shower because he stinks.”
“No, he doesn’t!” she protested.
He glared at Eli who just grinned. And Kellan could see that a weight had been lifted off his brother’s shoulders too. Eli slid out of the shower before he could retaliate.
He’d always been a slippery bastard.
“I’ll wash the conditioner from your hair,” he told her gruffly.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be really quick and get out of your way.”
“You’re not in my way. And I want to do it.” Surprisingly, he meant that. He really did want to do this for her. “I’m not very good at . . . intimate things. I don’t mean sex. I mean showing that I care about someone. Because I very rarely do. I love my family, of course. But I am not affectionate with them. I don’t demonstrate my feelings. But with you I recognize that I need to try and do that. So we’ll start with this and move forward.”
She turned to him. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not happy with. If it makes you feel uncomfortable then you shouldn’t do it.”
“That’s not it. I want to. I’m just . . . unsure where to start. And that’s hard for me. Because I am used to always knowing what to do. I’m the person who tells everyone what to do when they can’t decide.”
“And are you always right?” she asked.
“Of course. Now, let’s wash this conditioner out, then Eli can get you dry and dressed.”
“You mean I get to leave the bed?” she asked. “You guys are admitting that you were wrong?”
“I will never admit to being wrong.” Kellan tapped her nose. Then he turned the shower back on and waited for it to warm up, testing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold before he helped her tilt her head back so she didn’t get too wet.
“Do you need to wash anything else?” he asked as he rinsed her hair.
