Page 38 of New Nebraska Heat

Hunter rose with a quick, “I’ll get it.”

I watched his retreating back and melted inside for theseamazing guys who had shown me such kindness, protected me, given me the type of care that, until very recently, had only existed in memories. They were both so special to me.

What if I needed them both—

All thought fled as Bryce’s hand caressed my thigh through my pantyhose, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

My breath caught in my throat as his palm slid higher, under the hem of my skirt. Caressing places I’d never let anyone else touch, his fingers running over my scars like they weren’t even there.

The rush of warmth from his attention turned scorching.

Suddenly my hair stuck to the back of my neck, and sweat beaded on my brow. I fanned myself with my free hand in front of my face, trying to get some cool air on my sweltering body. My cheeks and forehead were pulsing, my blood searing, as Bryce’s hand moved up further, massaging my thigh.

His fingers brushed another scar and I couldn’t take the heat.

I jerked back, bumping into Hunter, who’d returned just in time to stop me falling onto the rug below. “You okay?” His brow creased, the back of his hand coming to my forehead. “You’re burning up.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I think. I just need to cool off in the shower.”

It felt like I’d come down with a sudden fever, or maybe embarrassment?

Bryce was now sitting up, shirtless. His body near perfection, his brown eyes still aflame, but his face dejected. “I’m sorry, I should have asked… before touching you like that. Please, forgive me.”

I waved a hand, trying to maintain composure despite the heat still washing through my body. “There’s nothing to apologize for, really. I’ve just had a long day, too many delicious carbs”—I faked a yawn—“We can do it another time soon, I’m sure.”

Both guys looked upset, and like a coward I ran into my room.

It had been a wonderful moment, one that had awakened new flames of desire in me. The problem was, those same flames werenow burning too hot to be explained away as simple desire. My skin felt like I’d laid in the blazing summer sun for twelve hours straight.

Boiling inside and out.

I needed to cool down.Right now.

The water hissed from the showerhead, coating my body in a heavenly blast of icy spray. As I tipped my face back in the chilly water, the heat dissipated. Then I noticed wisps of steam escaping my skin.

I watched the tendrils with a small frown. Maybe it wasn’t embarrassment, but magic.

Maybe I wasn’t as immune to Bryce’s condition as we all thought? I mean, I definitely didn’t feel any crippling pain, but… that heat. We might need to be more careful next time.

When the last of the unnatural warmth left me, the relief came fast and gooseflesh began to pimple my arms. I cautiously turned the shower temperature dial until the jets became lukewarm.

My pulse fluttered in my neck, still riding the unexpected thrill of Hunter’s gentle, giving lips and both of their hands all over me. My body reminded me what I should be craving as a healthy twenty-two year old… but I’d never had the opportunity with a man. At least, one I wanted.

Now I was struggling not to think about having two at once. I almost laughed out loud at myself. Maybe it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts…

I closed my eyes and envisioned Hunter and Bryce both standing shoulder to shoulder in front of me. Nothing hiding their bodies from my gaze. My mind filled in the blanks I hadn’t yet seen, every muscle would be tight and defined. Their eyes wild with desire, and their cocks hard, and ready for me.

I was the one who’d turned them on out there. Not some elemental girl or sexy fashionable vampire. Me.

A fresh wave of heat flooded me at the memory of them lookingat me with desire in their eyes. They wanted me. This time the heat felt natural and it pooled low in my belly.

I turned the dial a fraction warmer, then squeezed a cool dollop of my lavender shower gel into my cupped palm. Working the gel into a lather, I rubbed it all over my body, the layer of bubbles coating my skin in slippery, soft swaths of soap. My hands lingered near my thighs, even higher up than Bryce had been.

I hadn’t touched myself between my legs since I was in high school, and the thought made nervous butterflies take flight in my stomach.

But I just had to. My eyes still closed, I caressed my soap-covered breasts, circling my fingertips around my nipples. I thought of the way Bryce’s touch felt nervous, and reverent, and how Hunter’s touch was more… playful and flirty.

One palm skimmed down my stomach and between my thighs as the other clasped the shower’s steel rail to steady myself.