"Which one?"

Kellen surprised her by surrounding her in and embrace, which was now quite warm. He inhaled deeply. "Honeysuckle," he said. "You smell amazing," he whispered to her as Owen started rattling around in a cabinet on the other side of the room. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

Lindsey shuddered at the thought of this man with his head between her thighs. She wanted to fist his long, silky hair in both hands and rock her pussy against his face. And she wanted Owen to thrust into her mouth so she could suck him while Kellen ate her out. She wasn't sure if they were up for suggestions, so she just clung to the thought and Kellen's hard chest until Owen returned and unfastened her bra with a practiced flick.

Lindsey moaned as Owen's hands reached around her and began to rub oil into the skin of her belly. He started the sensitive flesh just above the waistband of her panties and worked his way up, fingers rubbing in small circles, thumbs massaging more deeply into her flesh. An instant later Kellen dumped some of the sweet smelling oil on his hands and standing before her reached around her to rub the oil into the flesh of her lower back. They worked their way upward—both thorough, both meticulous, both gentle in their muscle-loosening technique. Owen took two more handfuls of oil and covered her breasts, massaging them in slow circles. She was tempted to lean back against his chest, but Kellen's hands were working her back just beneath her shoulder blades and she didn't want to interrupt the duel assault on her senses. She couldn't even open her eyes to look at the magnificent specimen of a man before her. She could only concentrate on the sensation of their hands turning her muscles into delighted pools of relaxation.

"She has beautiful breasts," Owen whispered. His breath stirred her hair and though his body wasn't pressed against her back, she could feel the warmth of his skin behind her.

"They are beautiful," Kellen said. "Every inch of her is beautiful."

Lindsey wanted to deny it. She'd been carrying around a few extra pounds recently and felt decidedly plump most days.

"The give of her flesh will look beautiful in your ropes," Owen said.

So they had noticed she wasn't rail thin.

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Owen's hands slipped under the curves of her breasts and lifted them. "We're going to have to devise a way to keep these pretty pink nipples hard."

Something warm and wet slid over the surface of one straining tip of her breast. Lindsey's eyes flipped open and her mouth dropped open in wonder. She glanced down to find Kellen licking her nipple as if trying to capture the last bit of pudding at the bottom of a parfait glass.

Owen caressed her breast.

Kellen rubbed his lips over its tip.

Oh God.

She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through Kellen’s shoulder length hair. It felt like silk against her fingers.

He tilted his head so he could look up at her while his tongue laved her tender nipple. His eyes were so dark, they were almost black in this lighting. His stare drew her in until she couldn't tear her gaze away.

"We definitely need to keep them hard," Kellen said. “So pretty when they’re hard.” He flicked her other nipple with his tongue and her entire body jerked. "We'll have to set up the rings."

She had no idea what he meant, but rings, ropes, whatever. She wanted every experience these two could offer her body.

Kellen gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before kneeling before her on the floor. After collecting more oil from the bottle on the dresser, he began to massage it into her thighs. His forehead rested against her lower belly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. "God, baby, I can already smell your excitement." He nudged her thighs farther apart, hands working oil into the insides of her legs.

“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.

“Yes.”

“And Owen?”

“Yes. Both of you.”

“Are you wet?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pussy quaking with excitement.

“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”

"You can't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.

"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying Shade."

"Talking."

Kellen snorted. "Figures."

"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.

"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."

Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.

"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."

"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."

Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.

"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."

She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”

Owen pushed the drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."

"Red and green?"

He nodded. "And gold."

Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."

She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.

"This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey," Kellen said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.

"I don't want to back out," she said. "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to me."

They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.

Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.