Cherise was lean, so likely Judith got the genes from both sides of the family.
When Judith unlocked the door to the attic, Nelson was surprised. He hadn’t been aware that he’d had an image of what her domain would look like, but it hadn’t been this.
The door opened into a narrow entryway only about four feet wide, facing a wall covered with dozens of family pictures. Holiday snaps, historical pictures of her ancestors, and photos of vacations and the people she’d shared them with. The wall extended maybe ten feet, finishing with another wall at right angles to it, also filled with photographs. Only after they’d passed through what had effectively been an S bend, completely blocking any view of the room itself, did he see a huge open expanse that must have been half the length of the house. It was divided into spaces. The first one was a living area with comfortable arm chairs, bookshelves, a couple of low end tables with reading lamps on them, and a large TV on a wall. Big windows looked out over the backyard and to the farm itself.
The second space appeared to be a formal dining room with a fully furnished kitchen, but Judith walked them straight past it before he had a chance to look at it properly. Beside the kitchen was a short hallway with a door, but this door was open.
Her bedroom was another large room, and the bed was more than big enough for the four of them. Hell, it was big enough for six people. He’d never seen such a huge bed.
“Wherever do you get linen for such a huge bed,” asked Naftali.
Of course sourcing items people needed was his job.
“This bed was made for a movie. The funding for the movie fell through, and I thought it’d be fun to buy it. So it came with the sheets and comforters. I’ve never used the blood-red sheets and matching comforter cover. But maybe I will one day,” she said with a naughty glint in her eyes.
He looked at the bed. The sheets were a girly pink, and the comforter was the same color. He could deal with that. But red might be entertaining as well. Right now he was more interested in getting his woman naked and onto the bed than any color the bedding might be.
She sat on the end of the bed, kicked off her shoes, and looked at them. Then she said very softly, “Since you want to protect me, I’d be really safe if you came to bed with me.”
Nelson grinned. He’d never been propositioned by a woman before, but since these exact thoughts had been going through his mind for days, there was no way he was going to let that put him off any more than pink, or even red, sheets would.
“That’d be wonderful. We’d very much like to guard you up close and naked. But first you have to get undressed.”
“I will, but I’d like to look at you three naked as well. It’ll take me three times as long to look at you as it will for you to look at me.”
Nelson wasn’t at all sure that was accurate. He was pretty sure he could look at her naked for hours. But he bent down to unlace his boots. Once again, it was what he wanted, so there was no sense in arguing about it.
He heard the thumps as his brothers removed their boots as well, and then he pulled his belt out of his jeans. “Has anyone ever tied you up for sex?” he asked, rubbing his hands along the leather.
She giggled. “Take a closer look at the design of the headboard.”
She pulled the top drawer of the nightstand open, but he was looking at the bed frame. It was metal, very sturdy, which it needed to be if five or six people were going to get on it at once. But he could see what she meant. The metal pattern included bars and designs that would make an excellent support for ropes or handcuffs.
“That must have been some movie they planned,” said Naftali, saying exactly what he was thinking.
“They didn’t say, but porn came to my mind when I saw the pictures of the bed as well.” Now she really did laugh out loud. It was a pretty, feminine laugh and tugged at his cock as much as the
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