Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Now that we’d earned Ashlyn’s forgiveness and love, I couldn’t hate Marco. I couldn’t regret my choices or his actions, because they’d brought Ashlyn into our lives.
“No one’s punching anyone,” she interjected firmly.
Marco chuckled. “Okay, princess. Whatever you say.”
Ashlyn might do as we told her, but we’d do anything for her. She was ours, but we belonged to her.
Chapter Twelve
Ashlyn
I loved my men, and they loved me. They’d made that clear over the last week, both of them doting on me as I recovered my full strength. Neither of them had left my side for more than a few minutes since we’d confessed our feelings for one another. Both Marco and Joseph had ignored their fathers’ calls. I knew my men were expected to help look for the people responsible for poisoning me, but they cared more about seeing to my needs than serving their fathers.
Good. It was past time we all started living for ourselves instead of bowing to pressure from our parents. After all, I hadn’t been the target of the poisoning. If someone was out to get Joseph’s father, that was his business.
I let out a happy little hum as I sank into the warm bath. Ever since we’d all admitted our love for one another, Marco had been more attentive than ever. He took his responsibilities for my wellbeing very seriously. Between Joseph’s constant affection and Marco’s daily pampering, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
“It’s not too hot is it, babygirl?” Marco asked as the water level rose higher, fluffy bubbles covering my abdomen.
“It’s perfect.”
I smiled up at him where he knelt beside the tub. At first, I’d thought it was odd that he didn’t want to get in the massive bath with me. But I’d quickly realized that he wanted to take care of me. This was more than sensual play for him. It was an essential part of who he was. He needed this from me: my trust, my love.
He returned my smile and reached for the showerhead that was attached to the faucet. He’d never done that before. Usually, he massaged my shoulders and washed my hair while I languished in the warm water. This time, he’d piled my hair on top of my head in a bun, keeping it from getting wet.
When the bath was only half-full, he turned the knob so the water sprayed from the showerhead. He directed the spray away from my body while he squirted body wash onto a pink loofa.
He brushed the soapy loofa over my shoulders, applying light pressure at my nape as he rubbed in soothing little circles. My eyes slid closed, and I reveled in the feel of Marco caressing my body.
He continued to gently scrub my skin, making his way down my chest to tease around my breasts. Despite the warmth of the bath, my nipples pebbled, aching for attention. The loofa brushed over the tight peaks, and I arched forward with a gasp.
His low chuckle rumbled through me, the pleasure in the sound making warmth flood my chest.
Then, the heated spray from the showerhead hit my breasts, and my head tipped back on a moan.
Marco kept the water directed at my chest, stimulating my nipples while he worked his way lower with the loofa. It dipped below the waterline, and he rubbed it over my swollen pussy. I let my thighs fall open, welcoming him to wash me in this erotic way.
My eyes flew open when he pushed the loofa back farther, stimulating my sensitive asshole. At the same time, he brought the showerhead down so the spray landed directly on my clit.
My fingers scrabbled at the edges of the tub, searching for something to hold onto as I cried out at the shock of pleasure.
Marco laughed again, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Let’s get you nice and clean for Joseph, princess.”
My lashes fluttered as ecstasy pulsed through me, and I struggled to focus on him. “What?” I asked faintly.
“Joseph and I discussed it, and we decided you’re ready. For both of us.”
The thought of both of them penetrating me at the same time sent a fresh wave of lust rolling through my body, and I moaned. They hadn’t touched me sexually while I’d been recovering, but prior to that, they’d worked to prepare my body to take Joseph’s cock in my ass.
I squirmed in the water, and Marco took the showerhead away from my clit.
“No!” I gasped, grabbing for it. I’d been close to orgasm, and he’d denied me.
“Greedy girl,” he laughed. “We have to wait for Joseph.”
He rubbed the loofa over my asshole again, giving me just enough stimulation to make me crave more.
“You’re being mean.” I pouted.
He kissed my forehead. “You’re going to come so hard for Daddy and Joseph. No orgasms before we’re both inside you.”