He bit back a grin. Well, his brother took charge of him except for those times when he reversed things—when he took over and deftly maneuvered Robert, all for his own good, of course.
Over the last few months, David had been worried about him. He’d seen signs of the stress that had been Robbie’s constant nemesis before they’d made the decision to come home. Being a doctor meant he truly understood the degree to which stress could be a real killer.
He didn’t spend a lot of time speculating about the what-ifs in life. He pretty much rolled with the flow. But every once in a while an event would stand out, and he’d savor it.
It occurred to him, as he watched the way the latent sub in Jillian responded to the not-latent-in-the-least Dom in Robert, that a woman’s virginity extended to more than just the state of her sexuality. It didn’t matter in that moment that Jillian Gillespie had been married, given birth to a son, and then gotten divorced.
She was an innocent, a woman who’d likely managed to get to where she was today by a series of lucky, but unplanned moves.
Robert leaned forward and kissed her, a small, gentle brush of lips on lips more brotherly, he thought, than lover-like.
David met Robbie’s gaze. Until right at that moment he hadn’t realized how emotionally involved his brother had already become with Jillian.
“Let’s get you out of the hot water, love,” David said. “We still need to rub you down.”
Jillian turned to look at him. Her eyes looked bright, as if the finest sheen of tears covered them.
“Rub me down? You mean, like you would a horse?”
David nodded. “Horse liniment
would
likely be the best medicine right now, but we don’t have any. Sorry, love.” He laughed when she gasped in outrage. She’d soon learn how much he loved to tease.
Because she’d turned her head to face him, he mimicked his brother’s gesture, and gave her a soft kiss. It took all his considerable will to keep it short and sweet. “But for today, you’ll have to be content with ordinary moisturizer. Besides, it’s not the lotion so much as what we’re going to do with it that matters at this point.”
He recognized the moment unease began to set in. This was when they were in danger of losing her. He sensed if she walked out the door now, it would take them a long, long time to coax her back.
He moved smoothly, easing out of the tub. Yanking one of the fluffy heated towels off the rack, he dried himself quickly. Then he reached for another towel and turned back to the tub.
Robert lifted Jillian from the water and handed her over to him.
“I really can walk, you know. I can even dry myself off, too. You may be amazed to learn I’ve actually been bathing myself since before I turned five.”
“We know that, Jillian.” David kept his voice gentle, using a tone he’d been told by his patients was very soothing. “But we like carrying you and lifting you, holding you and drying you. Think of us as your own very personal support staff.”
He sat on the small chair in front of the vanity with Jillian on his lap, and gently blotted the water from her rosy flesh.
Robert dried himself then brought a smaller towel over and used it to soak up some of the water from Jillian’s long, blonde hair. He gently worked the elastic off her hair. David guessed Robbie did a good job of it because she didn’t even gasp. He continued to work gently, until her tresses no longer dripped. Then he bent over, kissed the top of her head, and left the bathroom.
Knowing Robert intended to get the bed ready for them, David turned all his attention on the woman in his arms.
He had to work to keep his focus on drying her, and not on leering at her pert and tasty-looking breasts. Robert was right, she did have nice boobs. Slightly plump, with large light brown areolas and responsive nipples, Jillian’s breasts had shot up to the top of his list of favorite things.
As had her strong, shapely legs, her sweetly indented waist, and, Lord have mercy, the prettiest little pussy he’d seen in a long, long time.
He noticed the change in her breathing as he’d been drying her. He hadn’t
meant
to do anything but dry her. David sighed. In this case it wasn’t the intention, but the result that mattered.
“Spread your legs for me, Jillian.”
Jillian had become aroused again, and he had no intention of not finishing what he’d accidentally started.
There was something sweetly shy about the way Jillian did as he asked.
His gaze never leaving hers, he used his fingers to stroke a line from the bottom of her slit up to her clitoris. He felt her flex beneath his touch and watched as her nipples tightened and an expression of lust glossed her eyes. Her breathing hitched and sweet, sweet moisture seeped from her pussy onto his fingers.
The sound of her tiny whimper made him smile.
“Come for me, baby. I want you to come all over my fingers.”
Movement drew her attention away from him for just a second, and he wondered what her reaction would be to having Robert come back into the bathroom to watch him playing with her cunt.
She flicked her gaze up to his brother, who nodded to her in turn. And then Robert said, “Enjoy it while you can, Jillian. After today you’ll have to earn your orgasms.”
“
Earn
them?”
David grinned. Their Jillian was going to be a handful, he just knew it. That was all right, because so could he be, too.
He slid two fingers into her pussy, and began to finger-fuck her, his rhythm slow and deep. He used his thumb to stroke her clit, a back-and-forth motion he timed perfectly with the in-and-out movement of his fingers.
“Oh, oh!” Jillian’s eyes widened as her juices gushed on his fingers and her vagina clamped down hard, surrounding them. The spasms of her climax shivered through her, and he couldn’t help but smile in response.
Obviously, she wasn’t used to enjoying orgasms. It would be a pleasure to help teach her how to hold off her own release, in order to increase it.
She mewed as the last of the bliss ebbed away. He felt her become even more relaxed in his arms. He wouldn’t be surprised if she fell asleep as they began to work on her legs.
“Good girl.” He hugged her close and then stood with her in his arms. “Now let’s get you where we really want you—on the bed.”
“This is the biggest bed I have ever seen! What do y’all call this size of bed, anyway?” Jillian had been too overwhelmed by her unexpected circumstances, and by the man himself when Robert had carried her past the bed into the bathroom earlier to even notice it. Now she wondered how she could possibly have missed it. She’d been in a king-sized bed once, and she knew without a doubt the one she was now sprawled upon was a hell of a lot bigger than that one had been.
The bedroom had to be
at least
as large as her living room and kitchen combined in her new apartment. The bed was—well, gargantuan was the adjective that came to mind to describe it.
Robert and David both laughed, and then Robert got onto the bed by her feet. “We just call it a Lusty-sized bed,” he said. “Most of the master bedrooms in town tend to have larger beds than normal.”
Jillian thought about it and decided that particular piece of furniture would really have to
be
larger than the norm, considering that in a lot of cases it would be shared by more than two adults.
“It’s very comfortable.” She didn’t even think about the fact that she was completely naked, and, well, kind of spread-eagled in front of these men. They were naked, too, and they’d already seen all of her and touched most of her.
She was reasonably certain that they would honor their word and not fuck her tonight. Jillian pushed away the emotion that came over her at the thought, an emotion that felt very much like disappointment. Instead, she focused on something remarkable.
She was naked in front of two men and felt okay with that fact.
She’d never been a woman who could be completely comfortable in her skin, and yet here and now, she felt
good
. There really was something about Robert and David Jessop that set them apart from any of the other men she knew. Could she chalk her unusual reaction to these hunky twins up to something as elemental as pheromones?
Jillian sighed and then gave in to the urge and stretched out her legs. She froze in mid-stretch, sucking in air when searing pain stabbed her thigh, turning her vision nearly white and dredging a scream from her soul.
“Uh-oh. Okay, sweetie, hang on.” Robert moved up the bed until he knelt beside her and helped her turn over onto her stomach. “Where did it get you, Jillian?”
“Right leg, midway between my knee and my hip. Ouch, damn it, that
hurts
. Make it stop, please make it stop.” Jillian tried not to cry as the cramp refused to let go. Tears gathered against her will, and she began to puff breaths, just as she had so many years ago when she’d had to cope with labor contractions.
“That’s your hamstring, honey,” David got on the bed on the other side of her. “It’s going to hurt a bit when we begin to massage it, too, until we can get the knot to ease up.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.” Jillian grabbed one of the pillows, and pulled it close. “Okay, I’m ready. Just do it.
Please, oh please
.”
“If the pain gets too bad, you can always use it.” Robert ran his hand up and down her right leg gently. “Oh, baby, it’s a monster cramp you’ve got here. The entire right semimembranosus is hard as a rock.”
David likewise ran his hand up and down her left leg. The pain was too huge a presence for her to even appreciate their touch.
“This one isn’t pulled as badly,” David said, “but you’ve got at least one knot that I can feel along your left semitendinosus.”
She’d picked up enough medical terms working in the clinic for five years to know the exact area they were referring to, which was where she could expect to find knots and cramps after overdoing things.
Jillian had received massage therapy once before, but for a shoulder problem, not a leg problem. She knew how painful it could be when the knots were fierce, and didn’t think that differed from one area of the body to another. But she also knew ignoring the knots wouldn’t help, either. “It’s all right. Just do what you have to do.” She whimpered then, because the damn cramp seemed to be getting worse.
“Breathe deeply, Jillian, a couple of nice, deep cleansing breaths. Relax. Do it now.” Robert’s tone had changed. No longer the tender voice of an indulgent male, his tone held the sharp edge of command. This was the same tone he’d used a couple of times already, and it was the one that seemed to not only get her attention, but get her juices flowing, too.
Jillian immediately obeyed him and inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled through her mouth, and ordered her muscles to stop contracting.
Just like when I was in labor
.
She focused on the bedroom door. Standing open, it allowed her glimpses of the hall beyond. She found her focal point, the edge of a painting hanging on the wall.
As she inhaled, she took in the scent of the house, the men and an almond-like aroma that probably came from the moisturizer they used on her skin.
She didn’t use the pain, as Robert had suggested. That wasn’t something she consciously did. It just sort of happened when she needed it to. Whatever had driven her to push herself in the first place, whatever the inner panic was that had threatened to take her over seemed to be gone, now.
Makes sense. How can I worry about what sort of an impression I’m going to make on the doctors tomorrow morning when they have me naked on their bed now?
So she didn’t use the pain but she
did
focus outside of herself, letting go of not only the tension, but her mental meanderings as well.
Jillian heard them talking, a quiet kind of exchange that told her how close of a relationship the two men had, and how alike they thought. Their hands moved over her body, one pair on each of her legs. The pressure and technique they used as they worked to stretch her muscles and loosen the knots seemed nearly identical. She flinched when David moved his hand in a slow, upward sweep of her left leg, the pressure firm and unrelenting even when he encountered the knot.
Jillian exhaled through her teeth, temporarily tensing her entire body in response to the bite of pain.
“Sorry, honey.”
“Jillian, relax! Breathe, now!”
They might be twin brothers, but they sure possessed two very different bedside manners.
She knew herself well enough to understand that it was Robert’s commanding tone that could reach her more effectively than David’s tender coddling.
She immediately responded to his orders, relaxing into the pillow and inhaling deeply.
“Good girl. I want you to silently count how many times I brush your ass. Like this.” Robert’s hand stroked up, and then his fingers, whisper-soft, stroked the very point where her ass and her leg met.
“Okay.” She knew he was giving her something to focus on, but she didn’t know if she’d do a good job of it. She knew he’d ask her how many times, and that he’d have the correct number in that very well-disciplined brain of his. It would be a miracle if she managed to arrive at the same number. Her mind tended to wander at times.