Stay With Me(15)

“I’ll give you a foot rub,” Rhys said. “Logan can brush your hair. You always loved that.”

Tears pricked her eyelids. It had been so long since they’d taken care of her. She missed them so much it was a physical ache. She longed for those much simpler days when they didn’t have anything more than each other.

“We were supposed to talk,” she said firmly.

“And we will,” Logan interjected. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. In bed, with you, talking.”

“No sex?” she said with a raised eyebrow.

Logan uttered a soft hmmmph.

“No sex,” Rhys said, and Logan shot him the evil eye.

She suppressed her smile and languidly began washing her body, raising one leg to run the cloth down then lowering it before raising the other.

Two sets of male eyes were glued to the motion of the cloth, and unable to resist teasing them a bit, she lifted her arm, making her br**sts bob above the waterline. Carefully, she ran the cloth down the length of her arm and then over the taut tips of her br**sts.

Logan’s breath released in a hiss, and he changed his position on the tub’s edge. His erection couldn’t be disguised, however.

Feeling only a little guilty for inspiring lust she had no intention of sating, she tossed the washcloth aside and started to rise.

Logan reached for her hand, and after a brief moment of hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his and let him pull her to stand in the tub.

Water and soapy bubbles cascaded down her body, and she hurriedly stepped out to wrap herself in the towel Rhys held. She let herself be enveloped, not only by the warmth of the towel, but by the heat of his embrace as he gathered her tightly to him.

“What would you like to eat?” Logan asked. “I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast.”

She shook her head. “Nothing yet. I’ll wait and eat lunch with you and Rhys.”

She tucked the end of the towel between her br**sts and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the men to follow. The lushness of the bed called to her. Unable to resist, she shed the towel, crawled into the middle and collapsed facedown into the pillow.

Tired. She was so tired.

The bed dipped beside her, and gentle fingers tugged at her chin. “Sit up, baby, and I’ll brush your hair.”

She struggled to her knees, but her breast glanced over Logan’s fingers. She nearly moaned when he tugged at one stiff nipple. He scooted against the headboard then turned her until her bottom was nestled between his thighs.

Rhys sat down at the end of the bed and cupped one of her feet in his palms. As Logan gathered the long strands of her hair, Rhys began massaging her instep. She sighed deeply as the men showered her with love and affection. She soaked it up like a rain-starved desert would a drop of water.

For several long minutes, they tended her, the only sounds being her sighs of pleasure. When she was nearly asleep sitting up, Logan leaned down and kissed the curve of her neck. A delicate shiver cascaded down her spine.

Rhys let her foot fall as Logan maneuvered from behind her. He plumped pillows and situated her in the middle as they took their places on either side of her.

Rhys reclined on his side, resting his cheek in his palm as he gazed at her. Logan adopted a similar position and let his fingers drift lazily over her hip and down her leg.

“Don’t leave us, Catherine,” Logan said abruptly. “I know you’re hurt and angry, but we can work this out.”

“Can we? And are you speaking for Rhys now?”

Both men looked startled at the bitterness in her voice.

“Of course he doesn’t speak for me, Cat, but in this case, everything he says is true. We can work this out. I love you.”

Her lips turned down into a resigned moue. “There’s so much I want to say,” she said in frustration. “So much that should have been said years ago.”

“Then say it now,” Logan said calmly. “We can’t fix it if we don’t know what’s wrong, and damn it, Catherine, we—I—want to fix it.”

She looked at her fingers clasped together in her lap. She pressed them together until the tips whitened. “Each of you has been handing me off to the other for a long time. Taking a team approach to our relationship.”

Logan’s protest was swift, but she silenced him with a look. “Let me finish. It’s true. At first you both took your commitment to me very seriously. You took nothing for granted. Over time it became easier for the two of you to rely on each other instead of nurturing your relationship with me.”

Logan made a strangled sound of irritation. He’d never been able to stomach touchy-feely emotional talk, and she knew it, but he couldn’t avoid it this time. She would have her say. Rhys was more subdued. He wore an almost guilty expression as if she had touched on something he’d already realized.

”That’s bullshit,” Logan muttered.

She eyed him straight on. “You didn’t have to be there all the time if Rhys was around. Rhys didn’t have to feel bad about missing an event or special occasion if you were going to be there. You tag-teamed me instead of treating our relationship as one between the two of us instead of the three of us. You had it good. One of you was on standby at all times. Can’t pay attention to poor ole Catherine? She has two husbands. She doesn’t need but one around, right? Well, you were wrong.”