Page 84 of Cherished By the Sinners

Magnus turned around and prowled up to her.“We have an hour and a half before we have to leave this suite and get to that meeting.”He tilted his head.“Would you be interested in a few orgasms?”

“Now?”she asked.

He nodded.

Mason pulled her to him so she was plastered against his side.

She blew out a breath.“I would love that, but...I’m exhausted.Could we just, sleep together?I mean...sleepsleep?I need a nap before this big meeting, and I’d like to go slow with the sex stuff.I’ve never had time to figure out what I like.I also don’t know what all my stress triggers are, so...”

Magnus’s fingers shook as he cupped her face.“You are in charge in the bedroom.You will tell us what you want, and if you’re not sure, we’ll explore things with you.Slowly and carefully.”

“Our goal is to make you happy,” Mason said in her ear.“Would having a nap with us make you happy?”

“Yes.”She paused, thinking about it.“Yes, that sounds really good.”She swallowed hard.“Before I came to work here, I couldn’t remember when the last time anyone touched me because they cared about me.”

The two men drew her back into the bedroom, and over to the bed.

They moved to get on the bed, but she stopped them.“Take off...your clothes.I want to feel your skin against my skin.”

The two very large, very muscular men looked frightened.

“All of our clothes?”Magnus asked.

“We don’t want to scare you,” Mason added.

“All of us will leave our underwear on.We’re having a nap, that’s all.”She pulled off her clothes except for her panties, and slid onto the bed.

Magnus and Mason finished undressing, except for their black boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide their massive erections.

She stared and tried to remember how to breathe as they climbed onto the bed with her, one on each side of her.“Wow, you two are huge.”

They paused.

“Do we frighten you?”Magnus asked.

“No.”She laughed.“I should have guessed that you’d be built large everywhere.”

When they didn’t move, she waved her hands at them to come closer.

Their bodies were muscular and honed, and beautiful to look at, but now that they were nearer, she saw scars.All kinds of gouges, slashes, stab marks.So many of them, on their chests and shoulders and arms, and on their backs too.Their clothing had hidden it all.

Like the ones on her back.

She traced over a pattern of scars on Magnus’s side, covered mostly by an intricate Viking-like spiral tattoo.“How did you get this?”

“Most of my scars I’ve gotten in battle.”His eyes followed her fingertips as she traced one scar after another.

“I’m not the only one with scars,” she said softly.She looked over her shoulder at Mason and found that he too had scars.His were scattered across him in a completely unique pattern.

They’d both suffered the same kind of pain as she had gone through.Something inside her, deep in her gut, unwound.

“Put your hand on my back,” she asked Mason.

He didn’t move.“You had a bad reaction the last time I did that.”

“I know something now that I didn’t then.”

“What?”