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shaken Clay. She knew they had just set out to dominate and punish her, and she had turned to tables on them by giving over the control of her body and its responses to Clay and Johnny. She was the one who had controlled them in the end. She had made them both lose control and knew she wanted to experience that again and again. It was a heady, powerful feeling. It had her confidence returning, and she knew no matter how much they dominated her, held her down, and pleasured her, she was the one in control of all their pleasure.
Tara heard Clay’s breathing finally slow and noticed his limbs had stopped shaking. She stared into his eyes as he pushed himself up further on his arms so he was once more on his knees between her legs. She saw his gaze move to his brother and knew he was watching Johnny massage her arms and legs, helping to ease her back down from her climactic high. Tara moaned and closed her eyes again. She gave a sigh then curled up on her side, fighting sleep, content at being in their home and at finally having her two men love her with their bodies. She felt Clay curl up at her back, and Johnny climbed into bed, pushing his back up against her front. She wrapped an arm around Johnny’s waist, breathed in his masculine scent, and drifted into sleep.
Chapter Eight
Tara took a long, hot shower, relishing the feel of the water on her sore body. She washed her hair and skin then stepped out. Tara stretched and groaned as her sore muscles protested, as well as the sensitive flesh between her thighs, and slipped into the bath she readied earlier. She savored the warm water she was now soaking in, her muscles easing as the water penetrated to her bones. Once done, she dried off and exited.
Tara walked into the bedroom, a large bath towel wrapped around her breasts and ending just below her knees, and stopped as she saw Johnny enter the room with shopping bags in his hands. She watched him as he placed the bags on the bed, walked up to her, tilted her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, and kissed her. He had embers firing her body up as he plundered her mouth with his lips and tongue. He drew back from her after she had slumped against his chest, holding her upper arms to steady her as she looked up into his face.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Sore,” Tara blurted then lowered her eyes as she felt her cheeks flush with heat.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Tara. You’re such a sexy little thing,” Johnny stated then gave a bark of laughter, and she knew he had noticed her cheeks flushing red. “I bought you some clothes, honey. Why don’t you get dressed? When you’re done, come into the kitchen. I’ve just made a fresh pot of coffee.”
“Where’s Clay?”
“He’s out in the barn. He’ll be back soon. Hurry up, sweetheart,” Johnny commanded, turned her around by her shoulders, and then popped her ass before he walked out the door.
Tara sighed as she watched his denim-covered ass until he was no longer in sight. Her heart was so full of love for Johnny and Clay. She had loved them for such a long time. She wanted nothing more than to tell them she loved them, but didn’t want to say those three words for the first time. Not until she was sure they loved her, too. Sure they said they wanted her, had wanted her since she was a teenager, but wanting and needing were vastly different from loving. There was no way she was putting herself, her pride, on the line before she knew for sure her love was returned. She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but where those two men were concerned, she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Tara pulled out some sexy underwear Johnny had purchased from a lingerie shop, found some jeans and a T-shirt. She pulled on the new clothes and then put the rest of the clothes away. It looked like he had bought her enough to last an entire week without her having to do any washing. She was going to be paying off her debt for the
Tara heard Clay’s breathing finally slow and noticed his limbs had stopped shaking. She stared into his eyes as he pushed himself up further on his arms so he was once more on his knees between her legs. She saw his gaze move to his brother and knew he was watching Johnny massage her arms and legs, helping to ease her back down from her climactic high. Tara moaned and closed her eyes again. She gave a sigh then curled up on her side, fighting sleep, content at being in their home and at finally having her two men love her with their bodies. She felt Clay curl up at her back, and Johnny climbed into bed, pushing his back up against her front. She wrapped an arm around Johnny’s waist, breathed in his masculine scent, and drifted into sleep.
Chapter Eight
Tara took a long, hot shower, relishing the feel of the water on her sore body. She washed her hair and skin then stepped out. Tara stretched and groaned as her sore muscles protested, as well as the sensitive flesh between her thighs, and slipped into the bath she readied earlier. She savored the warm water she was now soaking in, her muscles easing as the water penetrated to her bones. Once done, she dried off and exited.
Tara walked into the bedroom, a large bath towel wrapped around her breasts and ending just below her knees, and stopped as she saw Johnny enter the room with shopping bags in his hands. She watched him as he placed the bags on the bed, walked up to her, tilted her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, and kissed her. He had embers firing her body up as he plundered her mouth with his lips and tongue. He drew back from her after she had slumped against his chest, holding her upper arms to steady her as she looked up into his face.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Sore,” Tara blurted then lowered her eyes as she felt her cheeks flush with heat.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Tara. You’re such a sexy little thing,” Johnny stated then gave a bark of laughter, and she knew he had noticed her cheeks flushing red. “I bought you some clothes, honey. Why don’t you get dressed? When you’re done, come into the kitchen. I’ve just made a fresh pot of coffee.”
“Where’s Clay?”
“He’s out in the barn. He’ll be back soon. Hurry up, sweetheart,” Johnny commanded, turned her around by her shoulders, and then popped her ass before he walked out the door.
Tara sighed as she watched his denim-covered ass until he was no longer in sight. Her heart was so full of love for Johnny and Clay. She had loved them for such a long time. She wanted nothing more than to tell them she loved them, but didn’t want to say those three words for the first time. Not until she was sure they loved her, too. Sure they said they wanted her, had wanted her since she was a teenager, but wanting and needing were vastly different from loving. There was no way she was putting herself, her pride, on the line before she knew for sure her love was returned. She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but where those two men were concerned, she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Tara pulled out some sexy underwear Johnny had purchased from a lingerie shop, found some jeans and a T-shirt. She pulled on the new clothes and then put the rest of the clothes away. It looked like he had bought her enough to last an entire week without her having to do any washing. She was going to be paying off her debt for the
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