some of the most delicious dim sum she’d ever had. She’d tried to ask about his day, he’d stonewalled her until Leo arrived, and they’d broken out the whiskey. She’d done her best to put aside the concerns about her mother, her parents, what they were going to do next, but tension was curled inside her muscles and threaded through her heart.
“A pedicure,” she said, not realizing what words had slipped out of her mouth until she’d actually said them. She giggled, and then pressed the back of her hands to her lips before anything else could be said.
Alex laughed, but Leo nodded. “Da . This is a thing we can do.”
Alex shook his head. “I don’t know if we have everything we need—”
Leo stood, pulling Alex up to his feet. “Come. I have seen your bathroom. It is better stocked than your average salon.”
“I don’t know how to give a pedicure,” Alex said, his tone verging on complaint.
“Then I will teach you something new,” Leo said.
Which was how it came to be that Zoey was leaning back on the couch, her feet in water almost hot enough to burn, rapid vibrations making her bones feel soft and strange. Leo had her left hand in his lap, digging almost viciously into the webbing of her fingers, dragging the tension out of her movement by movement.
Alex had her right hand, and his movements over her palm were more delicate, more sensual. He trailed a single finger down the middle of her palm, teasing over the thin skin at her wrist, replacing the hard feeling of stress and upset in her stomach with a soft, roiling feeling of luxurious need. It still felt wrong and off to want so much when there had been so much death and pain, but at the same time, she felt so incredibly human, so deeply present, and she didn’t want it to stop.
They toyed with her, and she loved it.
After a while, the water got cold. Leo seemed to know without her saying anything. He leaned down to shut off the vibration of the foot spa, and she sighed happily as he lifted her feet off, toweling them off with a soft, gentle towel. He poured lotion onto his hands and went after her feet and ankles with the same intense pressure he’d used on her hands. She melted under the touch of these two men who seemed to have no care in the world other than her calm and relaxation.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly when the touches changed from relaxation to seduction. Was it when her calves had melted into pudding, and Leo touched her knees to encourage her thighs to separate, and she was suddenly aware that she was wearing just thin pajama pants, and she could smell her own arousal, hot and spicy? Was it before or after Alex leaned over and pressed his lips against her inner wrist with a delicate sigh that made her shiver? She wasn’t entirely sure.
“Not fair,” she heard Leo murmur, on the edges of her awareness. “You have things to kiss, but I don’t have permission to do anything.”
She glanced down and saw Alex already looking up at her, his dark eyes warm with interest. There was a question in them, a soft sort of asking, and she had to smile. “I’m too tired to answer questions all night,” she said, letting her voice drop into a lower register. “You make the decisions.” She lifted her hands, interlocking her fingers and dropping them behind her head.
The heat that flooded his eyes—she hadn’t seen it since the first few times they’d been together. For so many of the last few nights, everything had been so far out of his control that he’d needed her to manage this part of them. She’d accepted that responsibility, and done it gratefully, but it didn’t leave her feeling fulfilled in exactly the same way. Everything inside of her gave a delicate shiver at the idea of Alex and Leo using her like their play thing. Doing whatever they wanted to her. Using her in any degrading way. She felt the smile spread not just over her face, but through her
“A pedicure,” she said, not realizing what words had slipped out of her mouth until she’d actually said them. She giggled, and then pressed the back of her hands to her lips before anything else could be said.
Alex laughed, but Leo nodded. “Da . This is a thing we can do.”
Alex shook his head. “I don’t know if we have everything we need—”
Leo stood, pulling Alex up to his feet. “Come. I have seen your bathroom. It is better stocked than your average salon.”
“I don’t know how to give a pedicure,” Alex said, his tone verging on complaint.
“Then I will teach you something new,” Leo said.
Which was how it came to be that Zoey was leaning back on the couch, her feet in water almost hot enough to burn, rapid vibrations making her bones feel soft and strange. Leo had her left hand in his lap, digging almost viciously into the webbing of her fingers, dragging the tension out of her movement by movement.
Alex had her right hand, and his movements over her palm were more delicate, more sensual. He trailed a single finger down the middle of her palm, teasing over the thin skin at her wrist, replacing the hard feeling of stress and upset in her stomach with a soft, roiling feeling of luxurious need. It still felt wrong and off to want so much when there had been so much death and pain, but at the same time, she felt so incredibly human, so deeply present, and she didn’t want it to stop.
They toyed with her, and she loved it.
After a while, the water got cold. Leo seemed to know without her saying anything. He leaned down to shut off the vibration of the foot spa, and she sighed happily as he lifted her feet off, toweling them off with a soft, gentle towel. He poured lotion onto his hands and went after her feet and ankles with the same intense pressure he’d used on her hands. She melted under the touch of these two men who seemed to have no care in the world other than her calm and relaxation.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly when the touches changed from relaxation to seduction. Was it when her calves had melted into pudding, and Leo touched her knees to encourage her thighs to separate, and she was suddenly aware that she was wearing just thin pajama pants, and she could smell her own arousal, hot and spicy? Was it before or after Alex leaned over and pressed his lips against her inner wrist with a delicate sigh that made her shiver? She wasn’t entirely sure.
“Not fair,” she heard Leo murmur, on the edges of her awareness. “You have things to kiss, but I don’t have permission to do anything.”
She glanced down and saw Alex already looking up at her, his dark eyes warm with interest. There was a question in them, a soft sort of asking, and she had to smile. “I’m too tired to answer questions all night,” she said, letting her voice drop into a lower register. “You make the decisions.” She lifted her hands, interlocking her fingers and dropping them behind her head.
The heat that flooded his eyes—she hadn’t seen it since the first few times they’d been together. For so many of the last few nights, everything had been so far out of his control that he’d needed her to manage this part of them. She’d accepted that responsibility, and done it gratefully, but it didn’t leave her feeling fulfilled in exactly the same way. Everything inside of her gave a delicate shiver at the idea of Alex and Leo using her like their play thing. Doing whatever they wanted to her. Using her in any degrading way. She felt the smile spread not just over her face, but through her
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