Hammer’s nostrils flared as he glided the razor over the cottony foam. “Such a pretty pussy, Raine. So soft and slick. It’s wet from more than the water, isn’t it?”
Liam felt her tremble. He soothed her, caressing down her thighs, brushing his fingertips across the sensitive flesh behind her knees. “Answer him, love.”
“Yes, Sir,” Raine choked out, not meeting their stares.
“Good girl. Don’t be embarrassed. We like you aroused.” Hammer dropped a kiss on her hip before he rinsed the blade in the water and shaved off another strip of foam. “Spread your legs wider.”
Gliding his hand up the inside of her thigh, Liam nudged her legs apart, helping her balance her foot on the rim of the tub.
Hammer soaked the swollen pout of her pussy with the nozzle. She gasped as the spray grazed her clit. A moment later, he smoothed his thumb over her now bare mound, so close to her sensitive button.
“We’re done, precious,” he said thickly.
But no one moved. Christ, Liam felt the heat pouring from between her legs and leaned in to brush his lips across the firm globes of her backside. The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils and made his mouth water. Fuck, she crumbled his restraint. He’d last been inside her a mere three days ago, but it felt like forever.
Liam could see that Hammer wasn’t faring much better. His stare still hadn’t left her cunt. Beads of sweat had broken out across the man’s forehead, at his temples. Raine panted, little catching breaths that told him exactly how much she desired them. Liam glanced at the nearby bath oil before staring again at Raine’s ass, remembering all too well how snug and perfect she felt around his cock.
And if they stayed crouched here much longer, he had no doubt they’d be balls deep inside her in the next two minutes. While he’d love feeling Raine tight and hot around him, they couldn’t let her believe their time at the lodge was about anything other than her growth. Sex, if it came, would be the bonus they all reaped for her open, honest submission—nothing less.
“I think it’s time we let Raine dry off,” Liam growled between clenched teeth as he backed away.
Hammer jerked his head in Liam’s direction, and he could see the man visibly fight for control before taking a step back. “Yeah. Time for a breath of fresh air.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
“Good. I’ll get her damn clothes.”
Liam hands shook as he unfolded the towel and tried to cover Raine.
“Thank you, Sir.” She took it from his grasp, then bent over and wrapped it around her dripping hair—leaving her body entirely bare.
Well, hell. Liam almost envied Macen the task of digging through her suitcase.
“Hurry up, man!” he shouted.
“I’m working on it,” Hammer barked back.
Raine tried to smother a giggle and failed.
“Do you have something to say?” Liam asked her sharply.
She pressed her lips together, suppressing her amusement. “No, Sir. I enjoyed my bath. I hope you did, too.”
“Minx.” He swatted her ass. “Out of the tub you go.” Drawing in a deep breath, he took her hand and cupped her elbow to help her step free. The second she padded onto the fluffy bath mat, he released her. “Hammer, where are you with those clothes?”
The man stormed into the bathroom. “I’m right—” Macen let out a deep breath, devouring the sight of her from head to toe. “Fuck.”
That’s where this was headed, all right. Liam reached over to the counter and snagged another terrycloth sheet, thrusting it at Raine. “Dry yourself off. We’re going to step out for a moment. You’re free to do your hair and makeup. Leave the bathroom door open. There’ll be no touching yourself.”
“Yes, Sir.” A smile flirted at her lips as she grabbed the towel and shook it loose.
Hauling in a shuddering breath, he turned away and grabbed Hammer by the arm. “Let’s go.”
His old friend didn’t argue. He dropped a handful of black lace on the vanity, then raced him out of the room. Hammer beat him into the bedroom by a fraction, but Liam spotted the door to the balcony first, rattling it and cursing at the lock until it fell open.
With a groan of relief, he stepped outside. Macen followed. Instantly, the winter chill blasted them in a mighty gust as they looked across the sweeping vistas of the pine-dotted mountains. It was wintry enough to snow, and right now that felt damn good.
“This is better than a cold shower,” Hammer said.
“It is. I won’t miss my shirt for an hour or two.”
“It will take that long for the blood to leave my cock,” he grumbled.
“This won’t be easy. She laughed at us, mate. Giggled like a girl.”
“We’ll add that to her growing list of infractions.”
Liam slanted Hammer a dubious stare. “And which of us is going to spank her without losing control?”