Stay With Me by Maya Banks

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    “I’m tired,” she admitted.
    She knew she had her pregnancy to blame for some of her fatigue. Honestly, there were days she couldn’t even hold her head up, but she hadn’t slept well at all since she’d left New York to come on vacation alone.
    Logan’s expression softened. “I think we could all use some rest. I know I’d sleep a lot better with you cuddled between us. What do you say we take a nap, order in some room service and spend the day together.”
    She was tempted. God, it sounded like heaven. Her indecision and temptation must have shone on her face because both men honed in.
    “I’ll give you a foot rub,” Rhys said. “Logan can brush your hair. You always loved that.”
    Tears pricked her eyelids. It had been so long since they’d taken care of her. She missed them so much it was a physical ache. She longed for those much simpler days when they didn’t have anything more than each other.
    “We were supposed to talk,” she said firmly.
    “And we will,” Logan interjected. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. In bed, with you, talking.”
    “No sex?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
    Logan uttered a soft hmmmph.
    “No sex,” Rhys said, and Logan shot him the evil eye.
    She suppressed her smile and languidly began washing her body, raising one leg to run the cloth down then lowering it before raising the other.
    Two sets of male eyes were glued to the motion of the cloth, and unable to resist teasing them a bit, she lifted her arm, making her breasts bob above the waterline. Carefully, she ran the cloth down the length of her arm and then over the taut tips of her breasts.
    Logan’s breath released in a hiss, and he changed his position on the tub’s edge. His erection couldn’t be disguised, however.
    Feeling only a little guilty for inspiring lust she had no intention of sating, she tossed the washcloth aside and started to rise.
    Logan reached for her hand, and after a brief moment of hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his and let him pull her to stand in the tub.
    Water and soapy bubbles cascaded down her body, and she hurriedly stepped out to wrap herself in the towel Rhys held. She let herself be enveloped, not only by the warmth of the towel, but by the heat of his embrace as he gathered her tightly to him.
    “What would you like to eat?” Logan asked. “I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast.”
    She shook her head. “Nothing yet. I’ll wait and eat lunch with you and Rhys.”
    She tucked the end of the towel between her breasts and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the men to follow. The lushness of the bed called to her. Unable to resist, she shed the towel, crawled into the middle and collapsed facedown into the pillow.
    Tired. She was so tired.
    The bed dipped beside her, and gentle fingers tugged at her chin. “Sit up, baby, and I’ll brush your hair.”
    She struggled to her knees, but her breast glanced over Logan’s fingers. She nearly moaned when he tugged at one stiff nipple. He scooted against the headboard then turned her until her bottom was nestled between his thighs.
    Rhys sat down at the end of the bed and cupped one of her feet in his palms. As Logan gathered the long strands of her hair, Rhys began massaging her instep. She sighed deeply as the men showered her with love and affection. She soaked it up like a rain-starved desert would a drop of water.
    For several long minutes, they tended her, the only sounds being her sighs of pleasure. When she was nearly asleep sitting up, Logan leaned down and kissed the curve of her neck. A delicate shiver cascaded down her spine.
    Rhys let her foot fall as Logan maneuvered from behind her. He plumped pillows and situated her in the middle as they took their places on either side of her.
    Rhys reclined on his side, resting his cheek in his palm as he gazed at her. Logan adopted a similar position and let his fingers drift lazily over her hip and down her