Raines, Elizabeth - Sold [Wicked Missions 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines Page B

want you, more than you could possibly know. But …I’ll never force you. When I make love to you, it will be because you want me to.” His reached out to brush his knuckles across her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle from such a strong man. “Let’s learn to get along. Deal?”
    Her whole life, Lyrianna had been convinced that luck had never been on her side. The day she’d been sentenced to the penal colony on Delta, she’d been convinced it never would be. Today, she realized she’d been wrong. Because by ending up in the hands of these two wonderful men, she had a chance at a new life. She was attracted to them, to both of them, and suddenly felt no reason not to explore that attraction.
    Luck had finally come to her.
    “Deal,” she replied. “Now I need a bath.”
    “Well, then,” Brandon said, “would you like some help with your hair?”
    “My hair?”
    He took her hand in his. “What I’m asking is if you’ll let me help wash your hair. It’s been ages since I spent any time with a woman. I just want to touch you, to run my fingers through your hair. It’s so beautiful.” His lips curved into a shy smile as he reached out to rub a tress between his fingers. “I promise I won’t attack you or anything.”
    Lyrianna smiled back, empathically picking up on his sincerity. She also read the concern for her feelings and couldn’t help but be touched by it. With another smile, she sucked in a deep breath and turned to dive into the water. She swam beneath the surface a few yards away and then a few yards back before popping back up to her feet. Giving her head a shake that sent the wet tendrils flying, she grinned at Brandon. “Well, it’s good and wet. Think you can work some shampoo through it for me?”
    His hands trembled as he tried to open the cap on the bottle. She finally took pity on him, flipped the cap open, turned her back to him, letting her head fall back so her wet hair hung away from her body, and closed her eyes.
    Brandon was tender as he worked the shampoo through her hair, rubbing his fingers over every inch of her scalp and combing them through the strands. He acted as if he thought she was delicate and in need of gentle handling. Since her eyes were closed, she never knew where he’d touch next. Soon, she began to gasp each time his hand brushed her shoulder or her neck. She caught his hushed growls, and each one sent a wave of longing through her. Such a mundane task, she’d never once considered that the sharing of it could be so intimate, so exciting. Every touch of his hands on her scalp or his fingers threading through her hair sent a jolt to her pussy.
    She let out a squeal and opened her eyes when he suddenly swept her into his arms.
    “Close your eyes again,” Brandon said. “I’m just going to help get the soap out.”
    Lyrianna obeyed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he tilted her down until she felt the water lapping against her scalp. A second set of hands worked through her hair. Carter had joined them.
    A wet hand smoothed over her forehead. “Just wiping away the suds so you can open your eyes,” Carter said, his voice a bit hoarse. “Okay, Lyrianna. We’re done.”
    Her eyes fluttered open as Brandon cradled her hard against his chest. Since her hair was done, she should probably tell him to set her back down. But she didn’t want him to. Being held in his strong arms felt so…right.
    “Can I…can we…?” Carter seemed nervous. “Can we bathe you too, honey?”
    Hearing the endearment this time didn’t raise her temper. It raised her libido as the nickname rolled off his tongue as if he really felt something for her. “Bathe me?”
    Brandon pressed his lips to her ear, sending shivers over her skin despite the heat of the water. “We want to touch you, to put our hands on that gorgeous skin.”
    “I thought you wouldn’t force me…”
    “No force.” Carter gently stroked her arms. “Just touching. Just helping you wash. No