"I like the way you think," I said, offering no resistance. Of course not. Not when a hot bath and orgasms were next on the list.
CHAPTER 3
HARLOW
"I'm going to be a prune in a minute," I said, raising my hand to look down at my wrinkled fingertips. "Too late."
Boner took my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips to kiss them. "You're still gorgeous." He dipped his other hand in the water. "It's getting a tad cold."
"I'll help her out," Cass said quickly, elbowing Boner out of the way.
"Steady, young Titmus," Boner said. "We can both help her."
"Me too," Archer said from over near the towel rack. He grabbed a towel and started to hurry forward.
I held up my hands, wrinkled palms out. "I can get myself out of a bath."
I gave them a look to remind them if I could get out of an industrial vat, a bath was nothing. For a moment I thought they'd all step back and give me space to climb out of the water.
I should have known better.
Boner reached in between my feet and pulled out the plug.
Cass wrapped a hand around my wrist and eased me up.
Archer stepped over to wrap the towel around me.
"See, nothing to it," Boner said lightly.
I smirked at him, but let Cass help me the rest of the way out of the bath.
After all, I didn't want to slip on the floor and crack my skull open. That would be very anticlimactic. At least it would be easy for them to clean my blood off the tiles. If I was going to die, I might as well be considerate about it.
"You smell good," Cass said, pulling me away far enough so he could be the one to towel me dry.
"Are you going to fight over me all day?" I asked.
"When you say 'all day,' do you mean just today?" Boner gave me a sideways look, his bun flopping to the side before he adjusted it. "Because I wasn't planning on stopping, personally."
"Me either," Cass said with the same enthusiasm.
"Same," Archer said simply. "I don't know what the statistics are about men spoiling their women. I'm going to guess it's not high enough."
"You're going to make up for that? The three of you?" I teased. If they planned to raise the average as a whole, this was a good start.
"That's exactly what we're going to do," Boner agreed. He slid another towel off the rack before stepping over to dry my hair.
All I could do was stand still and let them dry me, although I felt like a Barbie doll. If they made Chef Stabby Barbies, that was. Why shouldn't they? Barbie had every other career under the sun. Why not vigilante serial killer?
Okay, it wasn't child-friendly, but still, there was a gap in the market. Not one I had any intention of either filling or suggesting to Mattel that they fill.
I doubted they'd even consider the request anyway. Which is probably just as well. Did we really want a generation of children growing up as aspiring serial killers? My guys and I were cool, but there were enough of us as it was. Girls should aspire tobetter things, like becoming an astronaut. Or a teacher. Or a hockey coach.
Cass dried the top of my feet and tossed the towel in the corner. When he rose from a crouch, his eyes were dark. The front of his pants tended. He slid his knuckle down my cheek, his fingers trembling, with barely contained need.
"Now she's clean, it's time to make her nice and dirty," Boner said. He finished drying my hair and tossed the second towel down with the first.
Cass and Archer each took one of my hands in theirs and led me out of the bathroom.
