Love Under Two Jessops (8 page)

“Holy hell. I’ve never seen anything like…hang on.” Andrew began to thrust up into her, hard and fast and deep.

Sweet achievement filled her as she realized he was close to coming, too. She’d already had a couple of orgasms, so this sensation, this different kind of fulfillment, was enough for her for now.

Andrew’s right hand left her hip and zeroed in on her clit. He stroked it only once, and then pinched it.

Chloe swallowed once more and clenched her inner muscles as the orgasm came out of nowhere and swept her away in wave upon wave of electric ecstasy.

“I’m not done with y’all yet. So don’t be thinking you can tuck me in and say nighty-night.”

Chloe decided to get that out there, just in case these two hunks thought they could coddle her and cuddle her and put her to sleep.

They probably can, but that would not be my preference right now
.

“That’s why I’m carrying you into the shower, baby girl.” Grant’s deep voice rolled around her belly like the rumble of a Harley. The breath of his words kissed her ear, and it was all she could do not to shiver. “We’ll let the water wake you up a little.”

“God, I could really get used to being carried around like this.”

“You will, love.” Andrew had gone ahead of them, and as Grant stepped into the master bathroom, his voice, nearly as deep as his brother’s, echoed in the cavernous room.

Even behind her closed eyelids she could tell the lights just dimmed. She knew Andrew had done that so she wouldn’t be bothered by the sudden glare after the relative darkness of the bedroom.

As the water in the shower came on, Chloe stirred herself enough to raise her head off Grant’s shoulder, open her eyes, and look around. Most of the room had been done in red cedar planks—she recognized the wood on a couple of levels. First, because the spa she worked at in Dallas had a sauna that had used the wood. Second, of course, was the scent of the wood itself. A wonderful, warm scent, it called to the spirit to relax, to indulge and enjoy.

The exception to the red cedar in the room was the shower enclosure. All glass walls and marble flooring, it looked large enough to hold a party in. Just the idea had her mouth sliding into a grin.

“You like the room, baby girl?” Grant had come to a stop in front of the shower, his eyes fixed on her.

A large showerhead in the center of the ceiling inside the stall rained down. Chloe thought it would be like stepping under a waterfall. Then she saw the other four showerheads, all of them wands. On either end of the large cubicle, two were high up, above her head. The other two seemed to be about waist height as they were fixed about three feet below the upper ones.

She turned her smile on Grant. “I hope you’ve got a
really
good hot water heater. I like my showers hot and long.”

He chuckled. “Actually, we have two, just for the master bathroom, alone.”

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Grant looked over at his brother, and then met her gaze again. His soft smile touched her. “We know for certain that we have, Chloe.”

Had she actually believed Grant was gruff and surly?
Why, he’s really just a big ole teddy bear at heart.
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Thank you.”

“That’s because you weren’t with us.” Andrew leaned over and kissed her, a quick, lusty little kiss that made her want to beg for more.

“Damn straight.” Grant stepped into the shower without putting her down first. He maneuvered them so she wasn’t overwhelmed by the spray.

Finally he set her on her feet but kept his hands on her. She rested her cheek against his chest for just a moment, and then straightened up. Closing her eyes, she turned her face up to the gentle waterfall raining down from overhead.

“Now I recognize you,” Andrew teased. “You’re a water nymph.”

“Oh, yeah. I do love me some aqua-pampering.” Chloe had always loved the water. Her parents had erected a small four-foot-deep pool in their backyard when she’d been ten, and she could remember how they’d finally had to seal the thing in late fall when it really was too chilly to swim.

Chloe hadn’t minded the cold and at the time had protested vehemently.

“Then I guess you’re going to love the hot tub.”

She hadn’t even really noticed the hot tub, but she imagined it would be top of the line. “Oh, you betcha.”

“Tilt your head back, Chloe-doe, and close your eyes for me.” Andrew tugged gently on her hair to underline his words, and she complied. A familiar, lightly floral scent filled the room, and she marveled that they’d somehow had her favorite shampoo on hand.

Andrew began to massage her scalp and she couldn’t hold back the deep, purring sound that emerged from her. Chloe didn’t even mind that the men both chuckled in that smug, aren’t-we-
good
kind of way they had.

She’d be the one making them moan with pleasure right soon enough. Why, the next time she had them under her power she’d…

Chloe’s thoughts shattered like crystal when Grant slightly brushed his soapy hand over her slit. Up and down he followed the lips of her pussy, taking a moment with each stroke to rub his thumb over her clit.

“Oh, God!”

“Go up for me, Chloe.”

The commanding tone of his voice just made everything inside her tingle with renewed arousal. While Andrew chuckled and continued to scrub her hair, Grant moved his fingers in an ever-quickening pace.

She couldn’t help but go up, the urge to climax a visceral presence within her. Water continued to pour down, and she was vaguely aware that Andrew rinsed the shampoo from her. But every fiber of her being focused on those talented hands of his brother’s.

“Go over. Go over for me now, baby girl.”

Oh, God, how did he
do
that? Chloe’s body reacted instantly to the command, a response completely outside of her conscious control. She stiffened, and her back arched as the first seismic tremors zinged through her.

Before she could open her mouth, Grant’s lips covered hers, swallowing her scream and drinking her rapture as if it was the most heavenly nectar in the world.

Orgasmic bliss slid into knee-weakening satiation. Andrew’s arm slid around her waist and kept her from becoming a graceless heap over top of the shower drain.

Grant’s tongue gave hers one last luscious lick, and then his mouth blossomed into a huge smile.

“I had to kiss you, otherwise you might’a drowned.”

Chloe returned his smile even though she now felt completely boneless. “Such a dedicated first responder. Always looking out for another’s safety.”

“Damn straight.”

“Come on, Chloe-doe, let’s get you finished, here.”

Chloe snorted. “I think Grant just took care of that little thing.”

Andrew laughed and hugged her tight. Grant reached over her shoulder and picked up a bottle.

“Conditioner. You have to have conditioner on your hair. I only have one sister, but I know all about the importance of conditioner.” He followed his words by pouring some onto his hand and then working it into her hair.

She felt Andrew move and then the overhead waterfall tapered. They were still being showered upon by the other four faucets.

“Damn straight we know about conditioner,” Andrew said. “The way that little hellcat reacted when we pranked her, yeah, that’s something I won’t ever forget, either.”

Chloe had met their sister, Rebecca, and she didn’t know that “hellcat” was a name she’d have affixed to the petite, nearly waiflike woman.

“Um, so what did y’all do to her, anyway?”

She had her eyes closed, but she could almost feel them looking at each other, trying to decide which one of them was going to “come clean.”

The unintentional thought-pun nearly made her snicker. It took all she had to keep from laughing. It wouldn’t do to let these two know just how easily they could charm her.

“Well, I was only sixteen at the time, you have to understand,” Grant said. “Becca, she was thirteen and
always
in the bathroom doing one thing or another. For long fucking
hours
on end.”

“She was kind of vain at that age,” Andrew said.

“I’m getting a lot of qualification before you give me the actual answer. That’s
never
a good sign. Gentlemen, pay attention here. What. Did. You. Do?”

Grant sighed. “I covered my eyes, snuck into the bathroom while she was showering, and stole her conditioner. She was washing her hair—we wouldn’t have deprived her of being
clean,
for God’s sake. We just figured the conditioner was—you know—prissy and fussy and completely unnecessary. After all,
we
didn’t use conditioner.”

Chloe knew she shouldn’t have laughed, but the aggrieved sound of Grant’s confession just made the entire episode seem silly.

Behind her, Andrew tugged her hair lightly. When she tilted her head back, she felt him begin to rinse her hair using the shower wand. “Not only did she tear a strip off us, but Mom grounded us for a whole damn month! Over
fucking
conditioner!”

Chloe found herself in the bizarre position of biting the inside of her mouth to keep her amusement hidden. Andrew was exquisitely careful in rinsing her hair and had sounded sublimely irked at what he obviously still believed was a great injustice done to him and his brother.

When she straightened again, Grant had lathered his hands and began to run those hands over the front of her body.

Chloe was going to have the cleanest breasts in all of creation.

Although his attention was fixed on his work, the conversation clearly had his attention, too. “Can you believe mom grounded us, even though we immediately handed the damn stuff back to the little brat? I suggested that Becca just go and use it but
no
, she insisted she’d have to wash her hair again and she couldn’t do that for two whole days because of something called pH balance.”

The look on his face was so reminiscent of teenage-boy disgust that Chloe laughed. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry, but I can feel sorry for both you
and
Rebecca.” She could just imagine the furor that their little prank had caused, and that it remained a bone of contention between the siblings for years to come after the deed was done.

“Yeah. So you can be sure we’ll never make that mistake again,” Andrew said.

“I’m glad to hear that you’ll respect my prissy grooming products,” she said. “Being an esthetician, they’re kind of important to me.”

“We wouldn’t do anything like that to
you
.” Andrew sounded very sincere.

“Of course not,” Grant said. “You’re our woman.”

“Mmhmm, and Rebecca was you sister.” Chloe grinned, because no matter how hot, or how nice and sensitive men could be, they still carried that pesky Y chromosome and were, therefore, a little defective. She felt compelled to explain things to them. “Your thirteen-year-old sister, who was likely just coming into the first blush of her
womanhood
. And her two, much older teenaged brothers conspired to
breach the sanctity of her private bathing time
…” She let the sentence hang, because Grant jerked his head up and looked over her shoulder—clearly meeting his brother’s gaze.

“Well, for God’s sake,” he said. “It never even crossed my mind that
that
was why mom grounded us.”

“Holy hell, me neither!” Andrew said, “It’s a miracle she didn’t have the dads take us out to the woodshed.”

“Yeah, except we didn’t have a woodshed,” Grant said.

Chloe smiled, because these men had proven they weren’t as thick as some she’d met. An urge overcame her and she tried to hide her yawn, but Grant saw it.

“Let’s get you rinsed and dried off, and tucked into bed, baby girl.”

“Mm, yeah, let’s do that.” Chloe was all for going back to bed. “I’m definitely ready for act two.”

“Act two is definitely doable.” He leaned forward and kissed her, a way too fast and entirely too light kind of a kiss. “After you get some sleep, first.”

“But I’m not tired.” And didn’t her body betray her by coming up with another yawn just then?

“Of course not.” Andrew’s voice reeked of smirk, but gently so.

“Chloe, we know how much work you’ve been putting into that spa of yours. Maybe we haven’t been with you every day for the last month or so, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t know how busy you’ve been, or how hard you’ve worked. Hell, I’m tired just thinking about everything you’ve accomplished in the last few weeks.”

“I
have
to work hard. This business has to be a success, because Grandma Kate’s counting on me.” How could she put into words the urgency she felt about this? Kate Benedict had taken a huge chance, entrusting her with a sizeable investment, when the woman really didn’t know her very well at all. So few people had ever shown so much faith in her. She felt compelled to deliver over and above all expectations.