Lick Is A Four-Letter Word (3 page)

“Oh
God,” she muttered. She wished she could put her hands over her cheeks, hide
her blush, but she couldn’t let go of the paper.

“Come
on,” Josh said, patting the table. “It’s not soft, but it’s better than
standing.”

Troy
walked over to her.

Felicity
pressed back against the door as he stopped in front of her. Up close, his
pecs
looked even more amazing. He was big.
Really big.
And warm. He was close enough she could feel his
body heat radiating from him. She licked her lips nervously, wishing she could
push her glasses up, but her hands were occupied.

Unexpectedly,
he tugged on her arm. “Come on. Your feet look cold.”

She
jumped when he touched her, but the shock of his warm fingers on her skin
derailed her objections. He towed her over to the table. Awkwardly, she climbed
up on
it,
sure that she was flashing them. The paper
gown crinkled as she arranged herself. Thankfully, neither man leered at her as
she finally settled down, though
Troy
didn’t budge from his spot next to her table. He’d managed to tuck his paper
gown
thingie
around his waist somehow, leaving both
of his hands free.

When did he do that?
she
wondered.

“Give
me your feet,” he said.

Felicity
blinked. “What?”

“Your feet.”
He stuck his lollipop in
his mouth and wiggled his fingers at her. “I do a mean foot massage.”

She
didn’t understand what was happening. “Why would you want to give me a foot
massage?”

Josh
hopped down and walked over. Just like
Troy
,
he looked even better up close than he did across the room. Felicity clutched
her paper sheet with both hands, hoping they couldn’t tell how overwhelmed she
felt.

“You
were limping.” He frowned down at her legs.

Felicity
hid her left foot behind her right one. “So?”

Josh
looked up at her, brown eyes warm. “You hurt your foot sometime, right?”

How the hell did he know that?
Was he psychic?

“Don’t
push her, Josh,”
Troy
said around his candy.

“You’re
the one who offered a massage,” Josh retorted.

The two of them bicker like little boys.
It was impossible to keep feeling intimidated when they were acting
like this. Felicity giggled, the tension fading a little from her spine.
Little
boys with amazing, grown-up bodies
, she thought.

At the
sound, the men left off arguing.

“I
broke my ankle a few years ago,” she explained, shrugging. “I had to have a few
surgeries, and it didn’t heal perfectly.”
Such
a simple explanation for the event that changed my life forever
, she
thought bitterly. “I can walk, though.” It seemed important to mention that.

“Oh,
that sucks,”
Troy
said, going to his knees easily.

Felicity
blinked.

He
snapped his fingers.
“
Gimme
your
foot.”

She
squeaked as he reached out and put a hand on her ankle. He was serious? Did she
really want to let him do this? “I’m not sure—” she began to say, then he slid
his warm hands around the joint, massaging gently. She shivered. “Oh God, that
feels so good.”

Troy
grinned up at her.
“Yeah?
Excellent.”
He kept the pressure gentle.

When
Josh went to his knees right next to his friend, she had to swallow, hard.
Two hot men on their knees in front of her?
No one was going
to believe this one.
She
didn’t really believe this was happening.

He
picked up her right ankle, the good one, and began massaging her foot.
“This okay?”

She
nodded jerkily. He smiled at her and bent to his task, dark hair sliding over
his face.
Troy
sucked on his lollipop as he ran his thumbs over her arch, then down to her
toes. Felicity concentrated on keeping her knees carefully shut so the men
wouldn’t get an eyeful, but she couldn’t help moaning at the amazing sensations
their hands wrung out of her body.

“Feels
good, doesn’t it?”
Troy
murmured,
hands busy.

Felicity’s
legs relaxed a little. “Yeah,” she breathed, amazed at how much residual pain
his touch soothed away.

“I bet
this joint hurts you all the time,”
Troy
said around his lollipop. It was small enough now he’d tucked it into his
cheek.

She
shrugged. “Sometimes it’s worse than others.”

Josh
nodded. “
Troy
broke his wrist a few years ago. He still gets weird nerve spasms. The only
thing that helps them go away is a massage.”

“Oh,”
Felicity said, faintly, imagining Josh rubbing
Troy
’s arm.

“I got
pretty good at it,” Josh continued, running his fingers over her good ankle.

Felicity’s
womanly instincts sat up and wagged their tails at her. What else did Josh massage?

He
looked up at her and she felt a little light-headed when his eyes met hers.
God, he was gorgeous. He let his hand slide up her leg to her knee. She gasped.
No man had touched her there in years, not since her husband had died in the
same car crash that had screwed up her ankle.

“Sorry,”
he murmured, eyes hot as he slid his hand back down. He curled his warm palm
around her instep.

She
swallowed, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t upset, not exactly. She wasn’t
entirely comfortable, either. “It’s okay.”

“Does
that feel better?”
Troy
asked.

She
glanced over at him. He’d stopped rubbing her sock-clad foot.

“Yeah,”
she said, fiddling with her glasses so they couldn’t tell how turned-on she
was.

Very
deliberately he held her gaze and slid his hand up to curve around her calf.
“How about that?
Still okay?”

She
gulped, and bit her lip. Clearly neither man wanted to hurt her or they would
have already. And every time they touched her, they asked permission. Did she
want to accept what he seemed to be offering? She found herself nodding.
“Yeah,” she whispered.

Troy
glanced at Josh, his expression complicated. Josh nodded minutely and slid his
hands back up to her knee. They were very warm. Felicity’s
breath
quickened.

“What—”
She had to stop and clear her throat. “What are you doing?”

They
turned their faces up to her. Felicity gripped the table as though her life
depended on it. These kinds of things did
not
happen to her.
Never.
Not ever. She was nerdy and bookish and introverted.
The only reason she’d ever been married was because she and Pete had been
friends in school. Her husband had been just as nerdy and introverted as her.
When she’d lost him, she’d had to relearn how to function by herself.

“I want
to kiss you,”
Troy
said. He reached up and took out the stick he’d tucked into his mouth. The
lollipop was gone. “May I?”

She
stared at him. “You want to kiss me?”

He
smiled.
“Yeah.”
He tossed the stick onto the
paper-covered table.

She
licked her lips.
“Really?”

He
laughed and stood up.
“Yeah, really.
Why wouldn’t I?
You’re pretty and sweet and you seem nice.”

She
blinked. “Guys don’t usually want to kiss me.”

Josh
stood up too, frowning. “Clearly you’ve been hanging around with really dumb
guys, then.”

Felicity
bit her lip, nerves getting the better of her. “I’m a nerd,” she blurted out.

Troy
chuckled. “What, because of these?” He flicked a finger at her glasses.

She
nodded. “And I can’t walk very well.”

Josh
rolled his eyes. “Really, really dumb guys.” And before she could protest, he
leaned in and kissed her.

Felicity
gasped, not expecting it.
Troy
had been the one who’d asked, but Josh was the one whose lips teased at hers,
demanding she open up. He rubbed his mouth against hers, lips clinging, and she
realized that the reason he looked so handsome wasn’t just because of his
eyes—it was because his upper lip had a delicious curl in it. She could feel it
against her mouth.

He put
a hand on her cheek. “Open up for me, Felicity.”

She
did. She couldn’t help it. Her body yearned toward his.

He
smiled against the corner of her mouth and then dipped in, his tongue stroking
hers lightly before retreating. He was so warm and he tasted slightly like
cinnamon. She couldn’t get enough. She craned toward him, wanting more, but he
pulled back.

Felicity
opened her eyes. Josh smiled down at her, but then
Troy
put two fingers on her chin and turned
her head.

“My
turn,” he murmured, smiling.

She
stared at him. He leaned in and kissed her.

Felicity
moaned softly as his full lips settled over hers, impossibly aroused just from
this. He tasted sweet, just like she’d expected, but underneath was a hint of
spice. He deepened the kiss, devouring her until her head went back. He kissed
down her chin, sending tendrils of heat rocketing through her body. Just as she
reached to touch his face, pull him back to her mouth, Josh kissed her again,
teasing and teasing until she grabbed his hair. It was silky smooth and she
gripped it, not caring anymore that her paper gown was gaping open.
Troy
nibbled at her
collarbone as Josh licked into her mouth and Felicity decided that if she was
dreaming, she didn’t want to wake up.

When
the door sprang open, the three of them froze. Felicity looked across the room.
An attendant stood in the doorway, eyes wide. A man holding a drill and some
sort of metal pick stood behind her, gaping.

“Shit,”
Troy
muttered
against her skin.

Felicity
pulled away, frantically grabbing the paper and covering up her breasts.
Mortified, she crossed her legs and hunched into herself.

“I
second that,” Josh said quietly. He gave her a quick kiss to her temple and
stepped back.

“We’re
leaving,” he told the attendant. “Can you unlock the bathroom door?”

The
little old lady nodded, still speechless. While Felicity tried to strategically
arrange the paper drape over her knees,
Troy
sighed. He ran his thumb over her lips briefly and then followed the attendant
to the bathroom, hands over his groin. Felicity held very still, as if that
would keep everyone from realizing she was there.

The
attendant used her key to unlock the door, and
Troy
disappeared inside before Felicity could
blink. He emerged not long after, hitching an old pair of jeans over his
chiseled hipbones. “Your turn,” he said to Josh.

Josh
nodded. Felicity’s eyes dropped to
Troy
’s
crotch where he was attempting to zip up. He wasn’t having much luck. His cock
wasn’t cooperating and she looked away, embarrassed.

The
attendant scurried out as Josh went into the bathroom. The locksmith cleared
his throat. “The lock is out, so it won’t get stuck again.” He shoved a piece
of cardboard into the doorway, then shut the door, using the paper to wedge it
shut.

“So,”
Troy
said, pulling on his
shirt. It was red and tight and made his dusky skin look amazing.

Damn.
He’s all put away,
Felicity thought, slightly
disappointed.

“We’ll
be out of your hair in just a sec,” he continued.

Josh
walked out of the bathroom, already completely dressed. His jeans were also a
bit snug at the groin. His blue t-shirt was looser than
Troy
’s, but the color complemented his hair
and eyes.

“You
ready?” he asked his friend as he adjusted the button on his jeans. The thick
bulge of his cock was clearly visible.

Felicity
blushed, thinking about why both men were having such trouble with their pants.

“Yeah,”
Troy
answered.
“You going to be okay?” he asked, looking at Felicity.

“Of
course,” she said, jerking her eyes away from his hands. He’d tucked them in
his pockets, obscuring the line of his erection. She squirmed on the table,
feeling even more naked now that they were dressed.