SiNN (22 page)

Chapter Eleven

Driven by his stark longing for her, Toby kissed Lea clear
through the peak of her arousal and well after she’d grown slack. With her
weight supported by him, he experienced a sense of invulnerability. As though
he could do everything he’d always doubted, including having her.

Not just here or at this moment, but for a lifetime.

Yeah, sure, who are you kidding?

His hand stilled on her breasts.

Pulling her mouth free of his, Lea inhaled deeply, then
sighed it out, her breath caressing his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

He saw the concern on Jake’s face and experienced his own,
their worry and sadness over losing her.

Crap. Why was he thinking about that now? They weren’t at
that point yet, were they? There were quite a few hours before morning. Hell,
the sun wasn’t even close to setting.

Bolstered by his nutty reasoning, Toby squeezed Lea’s ass.
“We’re not.”

“Wait.” She swung her leg in front of his to keep him from
leaving her side. “Where are you going?”

“To the counter.” He pointed at the area past the glass
door.

Lea didn’t bother to look. “Why…what’s out there when I’m in
here?”

Despite her seductive tone and expression, Toby caught the
bleakness in her smile.

“You going to get another set of cuffs?” she asked.

“Not even close.” He pecked her lips and ignored Jake’s
arched brow. The kind that said,
this better be good.

Toby could only hope. Until Lea, he’d never indulged in
BDSM, role-playing or anything remotely kinky during sex. None of his dates had
ever brought it up or complained about it lacking in their bed play.

He wondered if they had any idea what they’d been missing.

At the counter, he scanned the labels of the bath and body
oils, lotions, and whatnot the housekeeping service had supplied. For years,
they’d worked for his mother and still provided these luxuries long after she’d
been gone. Stuff Toby had never really noticed.

Lea’s husky moan drifted from the shower.

From where Toby stood, he could see Jake’s hand in the
mirrored wall, his fingers exploring Lea’s anus, his mouth on her nipple.

Fast as can be, Toby unscrewed the containers and sniffed.
Several had a vanilla scent. Others smelled of roses, oranges, apples, even
bananas. The last had a floral fragrance he couldn’t quite identify. Grabbing
the ones he thought smelled the best or might please her the most, he returned
to Lea.

Her head rested against her right arm. Her eyes had narrowed
to slits. For the moment, she seemed unaware of Toby’s return, her only interest
being what Jake was doing.

Well fuck that.

Toby placed the containers on one of the glass shelves and
selected the vanilla-scented body lotion. A fragrance reminiscent of baked
goods, a cozy kitchen, family, unconditional love and safety. Everything he,
Lea and Jake had never quite known.

With his fingers slick from the lotion, Toby stroked Lea’s
neck.

Her lids fluttered. She inhaled deeply and smiled. “Wow,
that’s nice.”

Jake mumbled something, his words rendered unintelligible by
her breast.

“There’s lots more,” Toby murmured, running his forefinger
down her cheek. “The others smell of roses, apples, oranges, whatever you
want.”

She breathed, “I like what you’re using now. Rub it on me.”

Gladly. Toby upended the bottle in his palm, then gave what
remained of the liquid to Jake, who’d finally noticed that Lea’s “wow” hadn’t
been in reaction to what he’d been doing.

With Toby on her right side and Jake on her left, they
massaged the lotion into her breasts, across her belly and finally smoothed it
on her cunt, each part of her softer, more succulent than the last.

Lea sucked her bottom lip and whimpered, the sound saying
she wanted more.

“What else you got?” Jake asked. Not waiting for Toby to
answer, he opened one of the bottles, sniffed, then frowned. “Potpourri,” he
said, reading the label. “What in the fuck is that?”

Like Toby was supposed to know? “Haven’t a clue.”

“Smells like some kind of flower.”

“And something else. Cinnamon?”

“Maybe. It’s not bad,” Jake said, “but it’s not great
either.”

“No kidding, but could be women like—”

“Guys?” Lea cut in. “Remember this woman?”

Jake pecked her cheek. “You feeling lonely, baby?”

She slanted him a look.

“Let’s focus,” Toby said, slapping the bottle of rose body
lotion into Jake’s palm. For himself, he opened another container of the
vanilla stuff.

Together, they rubbed Lea down until her body glistened from
the concoctions, she smelled good enough to eat and her whimpers had turned
into contented moans.

Grinning, Jake ran his fingers over Lea’s cuffs and spoke to
Toby. “Can you turn on the showerhead behind us without this one coming on?”

“Not a problem.” He went to the control panel.

“Gently,” Jake advised.

What else would do for their baby? Toby adjusted the flow so
it would come out as a faint spray, not unlike a pleasant spring rain. He
tested the water’s temperature. When it was nicely warm, he turned on the
shower.

Within minutes, plumes of steam drifted around them, fogging
the mirrors, creating a decadent, sensual cocoon where anything could happen
and should. Moisture streamed down Lea’s calves and feet. Her smile grew
luminous, saying she liked it. Trying to get closer to the flow, she tugged
hard on her cuffs, causing the metal to clank against the fixture.

“Hey,” Toby said, using his body to push hers back. “You
don’t want to break anything in here, do you?”

Lea regarded him with an expression that was pure
SiNN…provocative and bold. “Aw, are you worried?” Pushing to her toes, she
leaned close, but spoke loudly enough for Jake to hear. “Have I injured you?
Already?”

Smiling at her sass, Toby swatted her butt.

She yawned and stretched. “Is that the best you got?”

“Nope,” Jake said, joining them. With his hand on her hip to
keep her still, he spanked Lea fast and hard.

Her face registered sensual rapture, not pain.

Toby’s cock hardened.

“Here.” Jake handed him one of the damp sponges.

He tossed his from hand to hand. “Now what do you think we
can do with these?”

Lea gulped more air. “No need to use that to shut me up.
I’ll be good,” she promised.

Toby leaned down to her until the tips of their noses nearly
touched. She smelled of vanilla, roses and bacon. A mouthwatering combination.
“Not to worry. If Jake or I want you quiet, we don’t need sponges.”

“So true.” Jake kissed the inside of her arm. “That’s what
tongues and cocks were made for.”

Lea smiled wickedly. “Promises. Promises—whoa.”

“You like that?” Toby murmured, running the sponge between
her legs again.

She paused to swallow. “What do you think?”

He thought when this was over, another part of his heart and
hope would have died. Just as it had when his mom relinquished custody of him
and his father had remarried and had new sons, devoting his time to them.
Before Lea, Toby hadn’t considered allowing himself to feel deeply about anyone
again, not even Jake. It was too risky. There was always a mountain of pain
after the good times that lasted no longer than the blink of an eye.

“Quiet,” he said, harsher than he’d intended. He caught the
way Jake looked at him and suspected Lea was doing the same.

Sinking to his knees, Toby took control of bathing the lower
part of her while Jake was in charge of the top. They used a lilac-scented body
wash and shampoo to work up a frothy lather. Bubbles ran from her ass to her
anus, over her vulva and vaginal lips, around her nipples, down her throat.
Satisfied with what they’d accomplished, Toby directed the showerhead to spray
her clean.

Given the steamy mist and the way he and Jake had rubbed her
with the sponges, each part of Lea glowed, her skin the color of a blush, oh so
fragrant and beaded with moisture. Toby stopped himself from licking off even
one pearl of water. He wanted to remember her as she was now—damp hair clinging
to her neck and breasts, her belly trembling with her quiet sigh, the sparkly
diamond in her navel, her beloved cunt so naked, so accessible to a man’s
needs.

He might have stared at her forever if not for Jake leaving
the shower. “Hey,” Toby called out. “Where you going?”

Jake stopped short of the bedroom’s doorway, water puddling
at his feet. “Be back in a sec.”

Why leave at all and at this point in their play? That was
so unlike him, especially when he was sporting a monster erection.

Toby’s belly rolled. Had Jake heard one of their cellphones
ringing? Was Nunez calling? Would they have to leave now, hours sooner than
they’d planned?

“What’s wrong?” Lea asked.

Toby shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Sure it is. I can see it on your face. Why’d Jake leave?
Where’d he go?”

Before Toby could think of a reasonable answer or a lie,
Jake padded back into the room, holding the handcuff key Toby had left on their
tray of food.

Once the cuffs were off, Lea shook her arms, then rubbed her
wrists.

“Better?” Jake asked.

“Depends.” She glanced from him to Toby like she didn’t know
what to expect and wasn’t too thrilled that this might be the end of their fun,
the beginning of their separation. “What now?”

Jake tossed the cuffs and key out of the shower. They
clattered across the marble floor. Turning back to her, he planted his hands on
his hips. “Time for you to take care of us.”

It was an order Lea hadn’t expected and one she’d have no
trouble obeying.

If this was all they’d ever experience together, she wanted
their last days to be memorable. Something Jake and Toby would use as a
benchmark with other women.

Would there be other women?

Was she seriously crazy? Of course there would be and soon
too. They were young, virile, good-looking men with a pressing hunger for sex,
and more importantly, a yearning for someone to love them.

Whomever they met and fell for, Lea hoped it would be
someone worthy. If any woman dared injure their hearts and Lea found out, she’d
locate those bitches and would make them pay.

“What’s your pleasure?” she asked.

“Everything,” Toby said.

“Surprise us,” Jake ordered.

Oh, she would. After closing the door, Lea adjusted the
showerhead on her side, then went to the control panel, turning the dial for
the hardest flow possible. “Stand back,” she warned.

Neither man moved.

“Your funeral.” She turned on the water.

It pelted their groins.

With the timing of synchronized dancers, they stepped back
so their thighs and knees got the worst of it.

With a smile, she turned another dial that activated the
next set of jets. These were directed at their asses.

Again, they moved in harmony, glancing behind at the spray.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Lea grabbed the
potpourri body lotion. Jake’s hand shot out, stopping her from smearing the
stuff on his cock.

“Think again,” he said.

He sounded so damn rough and dangerous. Lea’s belly
fluttered. “That’s right,” she purred, “you guys don’t like the way this
smells. I’ll use the rose-scented one on both of you.”

“Not a chance,” Toby said. Stepping behind Jake, he grabbed
a thick bar of white soap from one of the glass shelves. “This’ll do.”

She gave it a sniff and wrinkled her nose. “It doesn’t have
any scent.”

“Exactly,” Jake said. “Go on, wash us.”

Lea sank to her knees and sat on her heels. The water
pounded her back. She barely noticed, there was too much else capturing her
attention. God, her men were tall and built so beautifully with broad
shoulders, trim waists, narrow hips and luscious cocks. It took all of her will
not to lick her lips. “Let me get this straight. Your virility’s safe as long
as you don’t smell good.”

“Something like that,” Toby said. Again he reached over,
this time grabbing a fresh sponge, which he tossed to Lea.

It hit her boobs and dropped between her thighs.

“You feel the same?” she asked Jake.

He worked his mouth, clearly fighting a smile. “That’s the
way it is, baby. We gotta smell like guys.”

“How about you smell like me?” She took his cock in her
mouth, her tongue swirling around the back of his crown, a guy’s most sensitive
area.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.

Proud of her effect on him, Lea released his rod and took
Toby’s next.

“Hey,” Jake whined.

Toby choked out his words. “Don’t fucking stop. I swear if
you do, I’ll— God.” He pushed to his toes at Lea licking the back of his crown,
giving him the same amount of time and devotion she had to Jake before pulling
away.

“What are you doing?” Toby complained.

What did he think? Their balls were wired for pleasure too.

Lea fondled his sac and Jake’s, loving the weight and warmth
of their testicles, gauging their reactions. Their shoulders tensed, they
clenched their fists, muscles ticked in their pecs and biceps, toes splayed.

She had them now. While they were still sucking air, Lea
released them, soaped up the sponge and drew it across Jake’s thick, dark bush,
then over Toby’s slightly lighter curls.

Water and suds streamed down their cocks, balls and thighs.

Toby moved first, cupping the back of Lea’s head, no doubt
to direct her mouth to his cock. She slapped his hand away. He frowned.

“Watch,” she said, squeezing the sponge. Capturing the
bubbles in her palm, Lea ran them down the length of Jake’s erection. He
groaned. She murmured, “This is what I’ll be doing to you in a sec.”

“Fuck that,” Toby said. “I want it now.”

She leaned over and licked the side of his balls. “You don’t
like this?”