Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
All her worries were getting on top of her and she needed a break. She shifted in the water and felt her clit throb again.
What would it hurt to give herself some release?
Jack had grumbled at her until she’d eaten half of her sandwich, his dark eyes worried and attentive.
Then there was Ian. Grouchy, bossy, and so darn strong.
She touched her nipple, letting out a sharp breath. That felt so good. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Ian sucking on her nipple, pinching, then soothing the sharp pain with his tongue.
Meanwhile, Jack’s tongue would be against her clit. Oh, damn.
A knock on the door interrupted her.
Monkeyballs!
What was she doing? She couldn’t make herself come when they were on the other side of the door.
Such a knob.
“Yes?” Did she sound normal? Or like she’d just been touching herself. Her clit wasn’t happy about the aborted orgasm.
“Maggie, it’s time to get out,” Ian said. “It must be getting cold in there.”
“Um, yes. Okay! One minute. I need to put that T-shirt back on.” She wrinkled her nose as she attempted to pull on the wet T-shirt.
“I can get you out without looking,” he said. “Don’t put it on, it will be cold and horrible.”
It was.
“All right. But no peeking.”
Dear Lord.
As if he wanted to peek at her tiny boobs and nearly non-existent curves.
The door opened and he stepped in, his gaze averted.
“I’ll stand up and then you can just lift me out,” she said. “I’m sure I could do this myself.”
“You won’t stand up,” he barked. “You could slip. I’m going to lift you, then grab the towel.”
How was he going to do that without looking?
He came to the side of the big bath, his head turned to one side. Then he reached down to pick her up.
She assumed he was attempting to grasp her under her arms.
Only, he missed entirely and grabbed hold of her boobs. She let out a yelp and he withdrew his hands. His gaze turned to her, taking in her body with a heated gaze.
“Ian!” she cried, trying to cover herself.
“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered.
“I thought you could do this without looking at me!”
“I really didn’t mean to look.”
“Okay. It’s all right,” she reassured him.
“I’m not sure which of you is redder,” Jack drawled.
She gasped and looked over at where he was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, as he grinned in amusement.
“Jack!” they both said.
“What? I didn’t say I wouldn’t look.”
She glared at him.
“Fine,” Jack said. “I’ll get the towel. And I won’t look.”
“Let me try again,” Ian told her. “Reach up for me.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but grasped hold of his upper arms as he grabbed her under her arms, lifting her.
“There, see. I did it without looking.”
Jack quickly wrapped the towel around her. Then Ian picked her up, carrying her out to the bedroom.
“Wait! I need to dry off!”
“You can’t do that on your own,” Ian said gruffly. “You might fall.”
These guys were too much. But without protesting she let Jack kneel in front of her and use an extra towel to dry her feet and legs. Then he moved to her arms.
Standing, he grabbed an oversized T-shirt that looked like it belonged to him or Ian.
“Um, I have my own clothes, guys.”
“This will be more comfortable,” Jack replied before pulling it over her head. She had no choice but to put her arms in the sleeves. “Besides, I like you wearing me.” He winked at her as she groaned.
That was terrible.
But at least it was a more Jack-like answer. Which set her at ease.
She didn’t miss intense Jack.
Nope. not at all.
Hmm. Denial had always been one of her biggest flaws.
“Is Uncle Willy all right?” she asked, trying to get her mind off ‘wearing Jack.’
What would it be like to feel his naked skin against hers?
“I just checked on him before,” Ian said. “He’s sleeping. We got him a monitor too. The nurse will be here soon.” He set her in the middle of the bed, then picked up what looked like a baby monitor from the bedside table.
She eyed it suspiciously. “I’m not a baby.”
“No one said you were,” Jack replied easily as he settled in front of her and proceeded to slip some fluffy socks on her feet.
Where had he gotten those from?
They were bright yellow and so darn cheerful. Definitely not something she would buy.
And yet you’re not telling him to take them off . . .
Only because she had cold feet.
“It’s just a tool we can use to look after you,” Ian said in a suspiciously casual voice.
Yeah. She just bet it was.
“Want to see what else we got you?” Jack asked, bouncing slightly on the bed.
“Jack, her hip.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Are you all right?” Jack asked.
“I’m fine. My hip isn’t that bad.”
“Here.” Jack grabbed a shoe box from the floor and handed it to her. She stared at what was written on the side.