Page 19 of Take Me Slowly, Part 1 (Aurora Hollow duet #1)

RILEY

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked.

"It's a great idea." Connor tried the door of Leah's place before pulling out a key and unlocking it.

A couple of summers ago, he and I painted the insides of several of the rental properties on the street. To make it easier, the owners made several copies of the keys. Evidently some of them never made their way back to them.

The sound of splashing water convinced me that maybe this was, in fact, an excellent idea.

Connor stepped inside, leaving me to close the door behind us.

"Is someone there?" Leah called out from the bathroom. She sounded nervous. Like she thought people broke into the place to do inappropriate things to her.

We didn't break in, but if we hadn't had a key, we would have. As for the rest…

"It's just your friendly neighbourhood assholes," Connor called back. "Are you naked?"

"Please be naked," I said with a grin.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was higher now. "How did you get in?"

Connor stepped over to the door, dangling the key from his fingers.

I was right behind him. To my disappointment, her body was mostly obscured by bubbles.

"Why do you have a key?" She narrowed her eyes at us.

"So I can let myself in," he said easily. "Why else? How are you feeling tonight?"

I dropped my gaze to where her feet peeked out of the water. Just the tips of her toes, nails painted deep red.

"Connor was worried about you," I said. "Because you were standing for hours." I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I wasn't worried," he argued. "I was curious." But his hazel eyes held an edge of concern.

"He was worried." I nodded. "I think his exact words were, 'if she's overdone it, I'm going to tie her to her bed.'"

"The last part is right," he said.

Asshole wouldn't admit it, but I was telling the truth. I saw the way he looked at her when she left the Frosty Brew. She pushed herself too hard.

What I wanted to know was why. She barely knew his father.

Or him for that matter. She could have walked away and left us to sort things out.

Plenty of people would have. But not Leah fucking Kent.

No, she had to stick around and help, even if it meant messing herself up.

She was too fucking noble for her own good.

"Did you bring the rope or handcuffs?" Connor asked me.

I patted my pockets. "I seem to have misplaced them. There must be something around here long enough to go around her wrists."

"Why are you really here?" Leah asked. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, like the idea of being bound while we worshipped her body was appealing.

"Checking on what's ours," he said. "In case you had someone else here."

"As you can see, I'm alone." She gestured around the bathroom.

"Shame." He took a couple of steps toward her. "I was looking forward to kicking some ass."

"I was looking forward to kissing some ass," I said.

He gave me a sharp look.

"I mean it literally, not like I'm sucking up," I said. "Would you like it better if I said I wanted to bite some ass?"

He shrugged. "All of those are good."

As long as it was his ass, or Leah's, I was biting or kissing, he’d allow it. Or licking, for that matter.

"Now you've seen I'm fine and no one else is here, you can go," Leah said. "It's late."

"It's not that late," Connor said.

We weren't leaving until we were ready. She must have known that.

"Do you need help getting out of the bath?"

"It's my turn." I stepped deeper into the room and glanced over at him, challenging him. Like I'd fight him for the right to help her out of the bath.

But I hadn’t forgotten he also liked to watch.

He pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and offered it to me. "Be my guest." Stepping back, he leaned against the door frame, his gaze on both of us.

There, that flicker in his eyes. He knew. He remembered. And I was going to give myself a show.

I offered my hand to Leah, who clasped it and let me pull her to her feet. Showing off her whole, gloriously wet body.

My cock was instantly hard.

She stepped carefully over the side of the bath onto the bath mat.

I wrapped the towel around her. She started to take it from me, but I wouldn't let her.

Instead, I dried her slowly, rubbing the towel from her shoulders, down to her biceps.

In small circles, I rubbed it across her skin, wiping all the moisture from her, and leaving her pink.

"I can do that," she told me.

"Be a good girl and let him finish," Connor said.

Her eyes went darker and she stood still, her lips parted slightly.

I worked my way down lower, over her back and down to the curve of her ass. I dried each cheek like it was a work of art. One soft, round apple at a time. Carefully, I crouched to dry one leg, then the other.

"Turn around," Connor ordered.

Her eyes on him, she turned around slowly.

"Good girl," he said softly.

She swallowed hard.

I started to dry her from the ankles up, slowly inching my way up her thighs. I pried them apart and dried in between them. Inhaling her warm, heady scent, but only gently patting her pussy. I wanted her aching for my touch. Hoping for more. Begging.

Her gaze dropped to watch me work my way up her belly and carefully over first one breast, then the other. Avoiding her stiffened nipples for now.

Finally, I patted her face dry and wrapped the towel around her hair.

"Such a good fucking girl," Connor said. "Did you like that?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," he said. "Now you can be a very good girl and let Riley make you come with his tongue."

"Yes please." I hung the towel back up on the rack, making sure the ends were evenly lined up with each other, and turned back to her. My hands on her warm, bare hips, I lifted her onto the counter top beside the sink.

"Show me her pussy," Connor said.

Without a glance back at him, I gripped her thighs and parted them, putting her beautiful pussy on display for both of us.

"So pretty," he said. "How wet is she, Ri?"

I slid the tip of one finger down the middle of her slit, making her quiver. "So fucking wet," I said reverently.

"Of course she is," he said. "Show me how you make her come."

I couched and lowered my face between her legs, swiping my tongue over her pussy. She tasted like the sweetest nectar the gods ever made. Sweeter. Headier. Addictive as fuck.

"Leah, play with those beautiful nipples of yours," Connor said.

She didn't seem to know where to look next, at me or at him, so she switched back and forth, while raising her hands to her breasts and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Just like that." In the periphery of my vision, Connor leaned his head back so he could watch both of us. His cock must have ached like a bitch. Mine did.

My erection was trying to escape from my jeans. If I was any harder, I'd burst the seams.

Connor barely seemed to notice. His attention was on the way I sucked Leah's clit and the way her hips rolled to meet me.

"Put a finger inside her," Connor said. "Now two."

Leah moaned and whispered my name.

That must have been too much for him. He hastily undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. His hand wrapped around it, he fisted himself slowly while I licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"How close are you?" Connor asked.

"So close," she said breathlessly. "So, ahhh." She started to throw her head back.

"Eyes on me," he ordered.

I looked over to him, then back up to her face.

She dropped her gaze so I saw and felt the exact moment she came apart from my mouth. Her lips dropped open and she moaned, her whole body stiffened except her hips, which were still meeting my licks, moving automatically as if they had a mind of their own.

"So fucking hot." Connor’s words came out on a ragged breath. He was close to coming himself. He pumped a couple more times while stepping over closer to us.

"How close are you?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"So fucking close," he said. "I'm going to—" He came hard, squirting a string of cum, coating the side of my face and her thigh in his pearly release. He went on pumping himself, milking every drop until his orgasm faded away.

I sat back on my heels and wiped a hand over my cheek, grinning as it came away with cum. "I love it when you do that." I stuffed my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, then turned to click Leah clean.

She writhed, her hands to either side of her on the countertop. "That tickles."

I didn't stop until all the cum was gone. Then I sat back and smiled like the Cheshire cat. Or the cat that got the cream. "You were right Connor, this was a good idea."

"I'm always fucking right." He tucked his cock back into his jeans and did them back up. "Leah, do you need anything? You've got enough pain pills?"

She seemed surprised at the question, as if she expected us to stay all night and fuck her until she was raw.

We would, but not tonight. Not while she was swollen and uncomfortable because of her need to help us, and this town. When we did fuck her, she’d be completely comfortable until we were done. Then she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

"I have what I need." She let me help her down from the counter top, but winced as she stood upright.

"Good. Pyjamas?" Connor took a step towards the door.

"In the drawer beside my bed," she said.

He nodded for me to help her into her bedroom while he rummaged around for her pyjamas and helped to get her comfortable.

"Sweet dreams," I said, leaning over her while she lay with her hair fanned out across her pillow. I kissed her forehead and stepped back for Connor to do the same.

"Thank you," she said. "For the help and the orgasm."

"Thank you for helping at the pub," I said lightly. I never felt the urge to lie down beside a woman, gather up and sleep next to her. I wouldn't tonight, but I badly wanted to.

"Any time," she said sleepily. "You can leave the key on the table before you go."

Connor chuckled. "Not a fucking chance, honey. While you live here, I'm keeping a copy."

Of course he would. Knowing he could come and go whenever he wanted to wasn't a thing he was going to give up. Not tonight. Probably not ever.

"Maybe I'll move then." She rolled onto her side and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Then I'll get a key to that place too," he said.

If she thought for a moment he wouldn't, she better think again. She was ours. We weren't giving her up that easily.

"He really will," I said. "Connor is persistent."

"Exactly," he said. "I always get what I want." He grabbed my sleeve and tugged me out the door.