BELLA
Fred’s eyes narrowed on me with an intensity that made me self-conscious. The vast blue of his eyes dilated as he took a step forward, his jaw getting taut as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Who said you aren’t sexy?” he repeated in a murmur like he was waiting for me to mention a name so he could haul the person’s head to me as a souvenir.
“Nobody,” I said, my eyes going to the floor as my heartbeat accelerated. Even as I humoured the thought, I couldn’t help but reflect again on the image that stared back at me in that mirror. It was like a faintly distorted version of myself, somehow worse than the last time I remembered looking at my reflection. There were slight hollows beneath my eyes and an endless mar of my once supple skin.
How could anyone call it beautiful?
“Your eyes are as beautiful as ever,” Blue said, digging out my thoughts as he stood on the other side of Fred.
“I could swim in that sea of blue forever.”
Fred was the first to get to me. His fingers traced the delicate skin of my neck, his gentle fingers slowly easing off my anxiety.
“I look beautiful?” I asked in a whisper, unsure if they were just dishing out compliments to placate me.
“More beautiful as a fresh flower,” Blue said.
“Words can’t describe your beauty,” Fred muttered as his fingers moved to my boobs.
Even with these imperfections, they still found me desirable.
However, more than my happiness at their words was a realisation that they seemed to have forgotten how pissed they were minutes ago.
“Do you still think I’m beautiful with this baby bump?” I peered up, anxious.
“Yes, we do,” both of them said at the same time. Fred leaned down, his breath fanning my neck and collarbone as he buried his face there. My eyes closed on instinct and I sucked in a quick breath as his lips ravished my neck.
I was aware of Blue sneaking being me, pressing his body to my arse. “You think you’re not sexy?” he asked, murmuring close to my ear. “Then how come I find you irresistible as ever?”
To further prove his point, his cock hardened behind me. I heard the unbuckle of his belt and the slow descent of his pants to the floor.
Standing between them, I felt exposed and safe in a way I hadn’t in a long time. Fred’s eyes held mine, unwavering, his sea-blue gaze as warm and enveloping as his hands on my waist.
“Bunny,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet promise that made me ache for things I was too self-conscious to request, “You’re beautiful.” The sincerity in his tone made me ache as I slowly allowed the words to sink in me. His hand brushed across my cheek, his fingers gentle and reverent. A soft shiver ran through me as his lips found mine. With a soft grunt, he dived past my lips, tender and unhurried, as if he wanted to savour each second and imprint it in my memory.
Behind me, Blue’s presence was strong. His hands rested on my shoulders, his fingertips pressing in just enough to send a quiet surge of warmth through me.
“You don’t see what we see,” he whispered in a voice that settled between my thighs. I could feel him watching me like he was memorizing every detail of me from scratch. The reassurance in his voice was soothing and it eased through me, easing away the doubts I clung to. He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and let it linger there as if reminding me I was worth cherishing.
Fred’s mouth moved to my cheek. “Bunny, every part of you… it’s beautiful,” he whispered. His words seeped into my heart, leaving me feeling treasured. His fingers traced a gentle path down my arm as he drew closer, his warmth wrapping around me as he held me with such care.
Something was poking me now. With a soft moan, I realized that Blue had probably taken off all items of his clothing. I felt him lean in, his hand sliding over mine as his voice resonated in my ear, “You’re everything we could ever want.”
Their words filled me, each touch like a quiet promise, and for the first time, I felt myself believing that I was actually still sexy even in this state.
Slowly, with his lips joined to mind, Fred took off all items of his clothing. They were gentle, cradling me like a fragile object. I enjoyed the pampering but sometimes it amused me, especially when I remembered how Blue used to be.
The dim lighting of the study cast soft shadows across the shelves, creating an intimate warmth. The scent of old books and polished wood lingered in the air and mixed beautifully with their masculine scents.
Fred’s hand on mine was firm but gentle as he guided me slowly toward the lounge nestled by a wall of thick, leather-bound volumes. Each step was deliberate and his gaze never left mine even as we moved. Blue trailed close behind, digging into me with his eyes like a starved beast placed before a feast.
They led me to the chair and let me sink into the plush cushion, sprawling my trembling form against the fabric. The rich leather beneath me was cool.
With sweet murmurs, to tell me how much they loved me, Fred helped me remove my undies before standing, to peer down at me like Blue was doing.
When I looked up, they were standing before me, both stripped of any form of clothing, their forms illuminated in the dim light filtering through the high windows. Their eyes held the same reverence as before, but there was a new intensity there. Their eyes now glowed a beautiful gold that made me shiver.
A smile tugged at Blue’s lips as he took in every inch of me with quiet admiration. Fred’s expression was warmer as his eyes were filled with something almost tender. The fascination in his gaze showed that he wanted nothing more than for me to feel exactly how they saw me.
Surrounded by centuries of knowledge and past events, I realized just how lucky I was to have them around me.
Pressure built in me and I found my fingers drifting between my thighs, rubbing on the soft bud there.
“I can help with that,” Fred murmured hungrily as he leaned into my sprawled form, his lips releasing a clear line of natural lubricant.