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“ G et my dick wet,” Ian ordered, pressing the head to her lips. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Christ. It felt so good to be filled by them both.

By now, Jack was fully seated inside her and his fingers moved around to play with her clit.

She sucked in a deep breath as Ian drew back.

“Need to move you onto your hands and knees,” Jack told her before he slid her off him.

Then she was back on her hands and knees, Ian’s cock above her face, and Jack was sliding back into her. She let out a low moan of pleasure as she reached up with one hand to grab Ian’s dick. He slid onto his knees at the edge of the seat so she could reach him more easily.

Then she sucked him in deep while Jack took her with hard, short thrusts.

She was so close again already.

“If you need us to stop, then you slap my thigh,” Ian told her as he moved in and out of her mouth. “Okay?”

He drew right back so she could speak.

“Yes. Please. More.”

She wanted him to use her mouth. For Jack to take what he needed from her pussy. She just needed them.

“Christ. So fucking beautiful,” Ian murmured.

Jack ran his hand down her back, then placed it on the back of her neck, squeezing.

Hell’s bells.

It was like he was touching her clit. He held her there as Ian took her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, that’s hot,” Jack told her. Then his hand moved from her neck and went underneath her to toy with her clit.

She moaned around Ian’s cock.

“Fuck,” Ian groaned. “Your mouth feels so good, Little girl.”

“You want to feel where I am,” Jack said. “Pure heaven.”

She’d never experienced anything like this. Two men taking her . . . talking about her.

“I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow me down, aren’t you? Every last fucking drop,” Ian told her.

Holy heck.

She was flooded with need as her orgasm started low in her belly, shaking her with its intensity as she came.

“I’m coming,” Ian told her before he filled her mouth. She drank him down, not letting anything escape. She loved the sound of his harsh breathing, the quiet moan he couldn’t stop from escaping.

She’d done this to him.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” Jack let out a loud groan as he pressed deep inside her before he came.

She dropped her head forward, trying to calm her racing heart. Jack slipped out of her and she felt his loss. She wanted him back inside her. She didn’t want to lose either of them.

A sense of loneliness filled her, which was ridiculous.

But then Ian pulled her up into his arms. And warmth flooded her again.

That should make her nervous and perhaps later it would. But right now, all she felt was relief.

“Come on, Little girl. Let’s get you into a bath. How is your hip? Fuck, we probably shouldn’t have had her on her hands and knees.”

“What hip?” she mumbled. “I don’t have any hips. And all of me is hunky-dory.”

“Hunky-dory?” Jack asked, sounding amused. “Is that a medical term?”

“Uh-huh, just ask Jameson.”

Drat. She wished she hadn’t brought up his name. Now Jack and Ian would be reminded that he wasn’t here like they wanted.

But neither of them said anything. Instead, they took her down to her bedroom and Jack ran a bath while Ian held her on his lap.

“I’m being lazy. I shouldn’t be taking a bath in the middle of the day. I need to get ready for tomorrow.”

“You can do that later,” Ian told her. “Right now, you’re going to let us take care of you.”

Darn it. That sounded so nice that she didn’t protest any further.

Ian carried her into the bath when Jack called out that it was ready. He checked the temperature first before lowering her in.

“Don’t you trust Jack?” she asked in amusement.

“When you’ve been on the receiving end of his pranks, then you tell me how much you trust him.”

“Hey!” Jack protested. “I would never do that.”

“What? Prank me?” Ian asked as he picked up a cloth and started to wash her.

“No. Prank Maggie.” Jack winked at her. “You’re fair game.”

Ian grumbled to himself.

“I can, um, wash myself, you know,” she told him.

Ian paused and something strange filled his face. “You don’t want me to wash you?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” she said hastily. “I like when you guys take care of me.”

“And we like taking care of you.” Ian grasped her chin, tilting her face back. “So let us do that, yeah?”

“Okay,” she agreed as Jack’s phone buzzed. He was sitting on the counter, watching them. Which probably should have felt weird. But she liked that he wasn’t running off to do something else.

“Hux is going to drop William back here in about an hour. He thought he better give us a head’s up.” Jack wriggled his eyebrows.

Dear Lord.

How did Hux know that something had gone on?

“There’re no cameras up there, are there?” she asked, her heart racing.

“No, Little girl,” Ian told her as he ran the cloth over her pussy lips.

Shit, they were so sensitive that it was almost too much. Yet, not enough.

“Do you think I’d ever allow anyone to see you naked?” Jack said in a dark voice.

Okay. She’d forgotten about intense Jack.

“No,” she said.

“That’s right. Hux has just picked up on some of the tension between us,” Jack told her.

Was it that obvious?

“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” Ian asked. “You should rest tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine. I just fucked the two of you on a sun lounger, nothing too strenuous.”

Lord, please don’t blush.

She was full of false bravado.

Ian frowned while Jack grinned.

“We must be doing it wrong if it wasn’t too strenuous,” Jack drawled.

“Hmm, seems we’ll have to try harder,” Ian added.

Yikes.

“I still think you need an early night,” Ian told her. “I’ll make burgers. No, wait, you need something healthier. Salads.”

“You can’t promise burgers and then switch to salads,” she told him. “That’s just mean.”

“Jameson said we’re not feeding you properly. You need vegetables and lean protein.”

“Yeah, but Jameson isn’t here. We are. So we can do what we want.” She grinned at him.

He plopped some bubbles from the bath on her nose. “You think you’re going to get your way by smiling at me sweetly?”

“Well, I was hoping.”

Ian got that look on his face. The one that said he was about to start a lecture.

Oh, goody.

“Maybe we could have a burger with a salad on the side,” Jack suggested.

“Please, Ian.” She gave him puppy dog eyes.

“I suppose that’s acceptable. If you eat your salad.”

“I will! I’ll take three whole bites.” That was a lot. Right?

Ian raised an eyebrow. “Three whole bites, Little girl?”

She mimed three big bites, then she giggled.

Oops. Her Little was out in full force. Probably the bubble bath.

“I love bubble baths.”

“Do you?” Ian murmured. “You look cute as a button.”

“Cute as a button?” Jack repeated. “I’ve never heard you say something like that.”

Ian went red.

“Well, I think you’re as handsome as a superhero,” she told Ian.

“Yeah?” Ian raised his eyebrows.

“I mean . . . perhaps not Aquaman handsome . . . but you know, definitely more handsome than the Joker.”

“You brat!” He tickled her and she let out peals of laughter.

“Mercy! Mercy or I’ll pee!”

“She can’t handle being tickled,” Jack warned. “She really will need to pee.”

“Let’s get you out and onto the toilet then. We should have put you on the toilet first. Women are supposed to pee after sex.”

“Daddy!” She put her hands over her ears. “La-la-la!”

It took her a moment to notice that Ian had frozen. She dropped her hands, and then she realized what she’d said.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make him uncomfortable,” Jack sang. “He’s one very happy old chappy.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Jack?” Ian asked. “Like doing a perimeter check?”

“Why . . . anyone would think you were trying to get rid of me. Why? So you can fuck our girl? Or so you can dress her up in something frilly and pink and do her hair?”

Frilly and pink?

She didn’t really do frilly and pink . . . when she was in Big headspace. But her Little . . . well, she didn’t like the idea of frilly but she could possibly do pink.

“You like that idea?” Ian asked with a slight frown. “I’ve never seen you wear anything close to pink or frills.”

She shrugged. “Maybe my Little likes the idea of some changes. But not while I’m in Big headspace.” She pointed at him fiercely.

“Don’t point your finger, Little girl.” He tapped it lightly, looking thoughtful. “I don’t have any clothes here with me for a Little girl.”

“I don’t need anything.”

“Yeah, you do,” Jack said, looking seriously. “And if there’s anything else you need, then you have to speak up.”

Ian nodded. “Right. Let’s finish cleaning you up, get you on the toilet to pee, and dressed before your uncle gets home.”

“Eek!” How had she forgotten that Uncle Willy was getting home soon?

She tried to push herself out of the bath, but Ian placed his hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing? Uncle Willy will be here soon. You both need to leave my room.”

“Scared you’re going to get into trouble for having boys in your room?” Jack asked. “I haven’t played this game in a long time. Shall I go out the window? It’s not much of a drop.”

“No! I just . . . I don’t want Uncle Willy to think . . . we barely know each other.”

“It’s all right, Little Misfit,” Ian told her. “He’s teasing you. He won’t be home for another twenty minutes. Don’t stress. Does he know about your Little?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“You don’t think he’d be understanding?” Jack asked, looking serious.

“I don’t . . . I don’t want to find out. My family definitely wouldn’t understand. Uncle Willy is the only one I feel close to. He saved me when I needed help and I can’t lose him.”

“I think if anyone would understand, it would be him. He’s lived here. Was his wife a Little?” Jack asked.

Her eyes widened. “I don’t know! And that’s not something I can ask him either. Don’t you have a perimeter to check?”

“Ouch! It’s like an arrow . . . to . . . the . . . heart.” Jack stumbled out of the room.

“Don’t worry, we won’t say or do anything,” Ian told her.

“Thanks.” She gave Ian a grateful smile.

“Now, get onto your hands and knees so I can wash your bottom.”

And all that gratitude was gone.

“Ian!”

“What?” He gave her a confused look.

“You can’t wash my bottom.”

“Of course I can. I have a cloth.”

“Ian,” she groaned. “That’s not the point. I don’t . . . you can’t . . .”

“Little girl, I want to take care of you. It’s more than a want. It’s a need. To make sure you’re happy and safe. That you’ve got enough to eat. That you’re clean and warm. I haven’t been able to care for anyone like that in a long time.”

Right. So, was this just about his need to care for someone? Could she have been anyone?

“I haven’t felt like it. Until you.”

That tight knot in her stomach started to unravel.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Even though this is really embarrassing.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She moved to her hands and knees and let him run the cloth over her bum then between her butt cheeks.

Sheesh.

After he lifted her out of the bath, he dried her and set her on the toilet.

“Okay, I draw the line at peeing in front of you. A girl needs some privacy, you know.”

He stared down at her for a moment. “All right, Little girl. I wouldn’t dream of invading your privacy.”

She barely held in her snort of disbelief.