Ella sat up suddenly awake. She stared around the dark room until she felt the chill against her bare skin and then reality greeted her with the truth of her actions.
"Oh no," she moaned as she covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. "What have I done? What am I doing?"
Panic seized her as she tried to move causing her to get as far as tangling her limbs in the bedding. She lay down and waited. She could leave but she would not get far. She could kick her pride and ask for a loan to get her out of the house but how would she leave and where would she go? The chill of the night air sent her snuggling into the covers seeking some warmth.
She remained in bed trying to think but she was too frustrated to form a plan. Why had she allowed herself to come this far? First, she allowed, no encouraged, Ryan to kiss her in the bathroom. As embarrassing as it was, she should have been grateful that he had pulled away. Then she nearly molested Scott on the sofa in the beautiful suite that the Montgomery brothers had so generously offered her.
Trying harder not to remember brought the memories clearer in view. Both times had started with a hug, which was surprising since her entire body had been labeled a no touch zone. When Ryan and touched the skin hidden beneath her shirt, she had nearly begged him to touch her breasts. When Scott had made the same move, she begged again and he eagerly complied.
"They must think you're a slut," she murmured in the dark. "God, what a disaster."
She shifted to her side, then moved to her back, and finally turned to her other side. When she flipped onto her belly, the soft linen sheets gently rubbed her still sensitive skin. She wiggled and then stretched trying to recreate the sensations from last night but the only thing she could rouse was the frustration typically associated with a failed attempt at masturbating. She groaned and decided to leave the bed.
In the darkness of the room, she could not locate her clothes but she hesitated before reaching the bedside lamp. The thought of walking around bare ass as she searched for her panties did not appeal to her. A dim light beckoned from the bathroom. After a moment's contemplation, she decided to make a run for it and take a shower.
She squealed with delight as various shower heads rained down on her. Although she had never understood the point of having more than one, she was certainly enjoying the treatment she was receiving now. One above her head provided a consistent spray to wet, wash and rinse her hair and body. Several behind her back sent intermittent jets pounding at the tension knots residing beneath her muscles. The third set in front of her, the ones that were secretly becoming her favorites, danced in a series of patterns that teased her belly and nipples. She stared at the hand held nozzle but resisted the temptation to use the jet to mimic the motions of Scott's fingers from earlier.
With a shake of her head, she found the shampoo, conditioner and body wash dispenser mounted on the wall and quickly continued her bath. The soft pile of the washcloth did not help to calm her arousal but only made her regret the absence of real hands.
Quickly rinsing away the soap, Ella stepped from the stall and wrapped a bath sheet around her naked body. When she stepped into the bedroom, she almost screamed when she found Connor lying across her bed obviously waiting for her. Dressed only in faded jeans and a smile, he could be the centerfold of her dreams.
"I heard the shower," he explained, "And couldn't remember if you had everything you needed."
"Uh," she started and for a moment considered telling him exactly what she thought she needed although he probably knew it better than she did. "I'm sorry I disturbed you. I didn't realize you would be able to hear me."
"You didn't disturb me. I'm an early riser," he explained. "With two kids and a business, I've discovered the early morning hours are the only time I can, well, take care of personal business."
"Oh, well I can just stay in here so I won't disturb you anymore."
"Don't be silly," he said as he stood and walked to the bathroom. She watched in silence as he returned with a small bottle in his hands. "Turn around."
The command was gentle but Ella could tell he expected her to obey. As she twisted away from him, the towel rubbed her nipples bringing them to life. She reached for the fold that secured the linen around her and closed her eyes trying to focus on anything except the man standing behind her.
Ella waited and realized that she was anticipating his touch. She could hear his movements, the flip of the bottle's cap and again when it was closed. Facing the bed, she was surprised to see the little bottle sail past her and land on the quilt.
When he finally settled his hands on her shoulders, she gasped and nearly jumped out of his reach.
"Easy," he said as he held his hands still. "You deserve a treat but you'll never appreciate it if you don't relax."
"Uh, Connor?" she whispered quietly. "You should know that...I'm not, well, it's just that you might want to know that yesterday I...I...I kissed, uh..."
"You kissed Ryan in the bathroom?"
"Yeah. He told you?" she asked feeling a little irritated.
"Not really," he answered as he started moving his hands across her shoulders. She shuddered from the mixture of heat and silk sinking into her skin. Connor continued rubbing her shoulders in silence until he moved his hands over her arms and down to her wrists. "And Scott didn't really tell me how he made you come on the sofa twice last night either."
"Then how...how would you know?"
"I asked," he simply stated. "We had agreed to allow you one night of rest so you could get comfortable with us but neither of them could do it."
Connor's hands moved up her arms until he reached her shoulders. Instead of returning to her back, he reached in front of her and started massaging the area beneath her collarbones. His hands dipped lower until he touched the swell of her breasts. Ella inhaled and fought the urge to push herself into his hands.
"And now you're here," she whispered as his hands lingered.
"Technically it's morning," he answered and tugged her back against his chest. "I deserve a reward."
Ella turned her head seeking his mouth. He claimed her lips in a move that lacked the gentleness Ryan and Scott had used. She moaned against the sensual assault but instead of protesting, she lifted her arm to place her hand on the back of his neck.
