Dixie Lynn Dwyer by Double Infiltration

wrong?” Carl asked her as he sat back.
    Richie grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up.
    It was as if he understood why she didn’t want them to touch her.
    “We’ll take that pain away, baby. The feel of our hands will replace his.”
    She threw herself against him and hugged Richie tight. They were so amazing, and she needed them so badly something ached deep inside of her.
     
    * * * *
     
    Richie knew the fucker had hurt her. Son of a bitch, he was seeing red right now, and he needed every ounce of strength to not lose it. Juliet needed them. She needed reassurance, compassion, and love, and damn it, he would give her just that. Never in his thirty years of life had he felt so compelled to possess something, never mind someone. Those were the exact feelings he felt deep within him as he carried a shaking, beautiful, delicate woman to the shower.
    Carl got the water ready as Richie lowered Juliet’s feet to the ground. He slowly caressed her arms then cupped her face as she held her palms against his hands. Her eyes were glossy and red from crying so much. It killed him to see her in such pain. He wanted to take all of that away and heal her and protect her. She was going to learn to trust him and Carl. She was going to let them protect her the best way they knew how. He didn’t care if it was extreme or overkill. He wasn’t taking any unnecessary chances with his woman.
    “Hush now, sweetheart. You let Carl and I help you to relax. We’ll take a nice, hot shower then snuggle in bed. You’re our woman, Juliet, and we take care of what belongs to us.” He leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. He felt her tiny, delicate fingers press tighter against his hands and her body tense only a moment as Carl pressed his hands to her hips. Richie continued to love her mouth, her lips, and her tongue while Carl helped her out of the skirt she wore. When Richie released her lips and stared down into her precious face, his heart hammered in his chest. His cock begged for release from his jeans. He stepped back and lifted her camisole up and over her head before tossing it to Carl.
    He looked her over.
    “God almighty, woman, you are gorgeous.” She swallowed hard as Carl placed his hands on her hips from behind her. Richie took his eyes off her for one moment to lift up his shirt and remove it. He quickly undid his pants and stepped out of them. She looked him over as Carl kissed her neck, and she reached up to hold Carl’s face closer to her skin.
    “Nice and easy, baby. Nothing but your two men loving you,” Carl whispered then pressed his fingers under the small strap of her thong panties and pushed them down.
    Richie stared at her belly ring. He ran his thumb over the body jewelry then smiled down at her. She was a tiny little thing. Like some pixie doll with long, flowing red hair, plump red lips, huge blue eyes, and a glow that told him he would never be the same once he was ultimately submerged in her.
    He took her hand and led her to the shower.
    Juliet hesitated a moment as she looked up into his eyes. He cupped her cheek. “We’ll take care of you.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Carl watched as she leaned back and let the water spray over her. Her eyes were closed. Her firm, large breasts pushed forward as she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair. He reached for the soap, and Richie reached for the shampoo. Together they bathed her. Carl paid extra attention to her breasts then her belly as Richie helped to rinse the shampoo and then conditioner from her hair. Carl heard her soft purr, and when he glanced up, he saw Richie massaging her scalp and kissing her neck. He glided soapy fingers from her calves up to the V between her thighs. He paused the moment he saw the red marks. They looked like finger marks, and his gut clenched.
    He took a deep breath and moved upward, caressing gently over her skin. When her hand came down over his, he stared up at her. Richie wrapped his arm around her