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  And then Brax’s hands came across her waist, suddenly warm and…titillating. She wanted to lean into his embrace. She shook off the feeling. What was wrong with her? How could she feel this warmth…this excitement?

  It must be the warmth and humidity in the cave.

  His thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her filthy orange cotton scrubs and pulled them down her hips.

  Jett’s eyes followed, watching as her abdomen was bared, the jewel in her bellybutton exposed for the first time. It had been a college thing; she and her roommates had traveled downtown and gotten the piercings. With much more money than she made, her friends had gone on to experience tattoos, but this was it for her. The one extravagance in her life.

  His gaze glittered when her mound was exposed. She felt Brax’s breath behind her, suddenly heated as he exhaled down the curve of her buttocks, moving the scrubs down over her legs, over her knees, down her feet.

  She lifted a foot, stepping down when he bared it, then the other. Finally, she stood naked, more than aware of Brax’s touch as he settled his hands on her hips and moved back up her body. This time when she watched Jett, his eyes met Brax’s over her head. His gaze on his brother, he unsnapped the charcoal gray cargo pants he was wearing and pushed the fabric down his hips.

  Holy stars, his body…there were no words. She knew how muscled his chest and arms were. Both brothers were shirtless when they’d come for her. But suddenly she was aware of the perfect V his chest tapered to at the waist. The sexy cut of muscles in the side of his hips. The…huge, smooth cock that sprang forth, erect as a marble sculpture. He stepped from his pants and her eyes were drawn to the long, heavy muscles in his thighs, the perfection of his calves—even the green of his toenails.

  But mostly his cock.

  Her eyes were drawn there. It jutted out from his body, large and intimidating with its strange solid green color. The head wasn’t large; it almost ended in a point. But it was also slick and smooth. Weirdly smooth—no hair, no bulging veins, nothing.

  Jett held out his hand.

  She tore her eyes from his erection and studied the hand. Like his toenails, his fingernails were tinted green. His forearm was strong and muscular—definitely masculine. He held it still and she realized he wanted her to take it. Slowly she reached out.

  She gasped when they connected.

  As if he was impatient—or angered at her gasp, he yanked her to him. She stumbled when her naked body mashed to his, but he simply stooped and picked her up with an arm hooked under her knees. He carried her into the warm, bubbly water, leaving Brax behind. She looked over Jett’s shoulder to see Brax calmly undressing also—and then Jett was settling her down into a nook area.

  There were seats underneath the water. Either stone or something else was shaped into a seat which she settled into, watching as Jett took the seat across from her—not far away. The alcove they were in caused the heated water to swirl around them in bubbles.

  Brax entered the pool, the water coming to just below his waist but covering the cock she would assume matched Jett’s.

  Brax had brought something into the water with him, a small pail that he placed on the edge of the boulders at the edge near them. Inside was a powdery substance that looked like fine sand. He scooped a handful out and reached for her arm, lifting it above the water. Then he began to massage the sand into her hand, up her forearm, her upper arm, over her shoulder.

  “Hold your hair up,” he instructed.

  She grabbed the heavy weight, twisting it into a loose knot, and held it with both arms to the top of her head. Brax lifted her with both hands at her waist, and before she knew it, his lap slid to the small seat where she was. She was plopped back down onto his naked lap.

  She was never more aware of his skin against hers. It felt rather comforting. Warm. It didn’t feel unusual, but almost familiar, like she’d sat here often, even though this was the first time. This was the oddest situation, one washing her with the other watching intently.

  Brax took one of her arms, lifted it to hold it outstretched, and gently massaged the fine grit into her, washing away the grime and filth. He washed her back, her neck, her throat, and then moved to her other arm. He cupped water with his hands, and rinsed it all off. So far, her hair was staying tied in a knot, so she held still, perfectly balanced.

  In front of her Jett stood, took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. Still seated behind her, Brax washed her torso, lower back. His hands roved lovingly over her breasts, careful around her nipples, which of course hardened.

  Jett stared down at them, strangely unblinking, as if he didn’t want to miss a moment.

  When as much of her body was washed as could be, Jett lifted her. He pressed her naked body against him, his face against her breasts, his arms just beneath her butt. Carefully he brought her to the edge of the pool, where he set her on a rock above water. Then he washed her legs and her feet with the sand.

  From her vantage point on the rocks, she looked toward the area where they’d been. Back where Brax still was. He remained in the same spot at the seated rocks and washed himself.

  Jett’s touch was different than the touch of his brother. Stronger, rougher, a bit more sure and no-nonsense. When he finished, he lifted her again and brought her back to Brax where she sat on his lap again. His hands continually touched her as if checking for leftover sand to brush away.

  Before them, Jett began to wash himself, uncaring that she watched unabashedly. His hands were large as he rubbed sand into himself, cleaning the slime from his skin easily. She wondered where they had been that they were covered in the clear gel. It didn’t smell like anything but glistened on their bodies, making their scales more pronounced.

  There was nothing as beautiful to Heather as a male form, and there was so much to look at here. So many unusual differences to explore. They gleamed with wet, shiny muscles. What would they feel like if she rubbed them? Would they groan? Hold still?

  Lost in the distraction, she yelped when Brax’s fingers brushed over her bare pussy. His thick digits cut through the folds as if washing her with water only—but caught her slickness on a finger. She was mortified. Her cheeks warmed that he knew—and at such a personal act, but what did she expect? She was sitting on a guy’s naked lap. He’d washed nearly every inch of her, and here she was, ogling his brother’s bath and growing turned on from it.

  Brax ignored her yelp and slowed his touch to a sensual skim. Tenderly he explored her folds, making her catch her breath in horror.

  He knew.

  Her labia plumped even more with his touch.

  Jett ignored her, still massaging his own body. But it appeared his hands slowed on himself and made more of a show.

  She was sure her sex was swollen. She didn’t even feel embarrassed that Brax knew anymore, because it felt so good to be touched there, though she wondered if Jett was aware. But he couldn’t be; the brothers hadn’t spoken a word between them. Instead, Brax touched her gently under the water, sliding his finger through her cleft, smoothing along one side of her labia then the other. He came back up and circled her clit, now throbbing for his attention.

  And now Jett definitely knew. Even if he couldn’t see exactly what was going on under the water, it was obvious where Brax’s fingers played.

  A sigh escaped her when he touched her clit directly. He splayed one hand wide on her belly, encouraging her to lean back against his torso. His palm felt hot where it possessively pressed, but his touch felt heavenly.

  Jett stared into her eyes as he slowly washed his cock. His hand stroked it, over and over.

  Brax increased his pressure, rubbing her clit like a pro. She sobbed out when the orgasm burst from her, ripping through her on a harsh, masterful shudder.

  Brax’s touch slowed, and he covered her pussy with his whole hand, the warmth comforting her clenching sex as she still throbbed. Satisfaction gleamed in Jett’s eyes.

  God. On a sudden whiff of embarrassment, Heathe
r squirmed with awkwardness, clenching her eyes and turning to hide in Brax’s strong chest, her face pressed against his neck, one arm thrown over his shoulder. After a brief pause, he stroked her back in long, comforting strokes.

  She could hear the splash when Jett sat down in the water.

  “It is all right,” Brax whispered against the top of her hair. “Shh.”

  She breathed against his throat, aware again of the brothers’ silence. They could talk. They spoke to her. But they never seemed to share words with each other—yet seemed to know what the other wished. They probably had a sense of twin communication. It wasn’t unheard of, and who knew what anomalies alien twins would share.

  After a few minutes, she felt Brax’s hand stir again, gently against her as he probed her labia, rubbing her slick juices away to mingle with the water. Behind her, Jett stood. She could hear the splash of the water as he made his way to the edge of the pool.

  Brax rose, setting her on her feet. He took her left hand in his left hand, holding it across his body, and held his right against the small of her back, leading her to the edge of the pool where Jett waited with a thick towel. Once they were at the edge, Brax dropped her hand and lifted her with two hands at the waist, setting her on the ground near Jett.

  Jett dropped the towel around her shoulders, rubbing her briskly. From behind her, Brax pulled from the water and got another towel to dry himself with.

  Jett’s touch was impersonal as he dried every inch of her, even lifting her breasts for droplets of water there. He rubbed between her legs, gentling his touch. Then he draped the towel over his shoulder and grabbed for a large, cotton T-shirt. He snaked it over her head, and she pushed her arms through the sleeves. The shirt fell to mid-thigh. Then Jett reached for her hand, leading her through the cave and back to the house, leaving Brax to follow.

  He didn’t care that he was completely naked save for a towel around his neck and she watched the brilliant muscles of his ass contract with each step.

  Chapter Two

  The female was so shocked by their appearance she’d nearly fainted on the battlefield. Jett locked his jaw, refusing to allow the hurt to show. They’d really thought she’d be the one. They’d shared letters back and forth eagerly. They thought they’d gotten to know her heart. Here they had her in their clutches—saved her from the rest—and she nearly fainted at the sight of them.

  He’d forgotten how horrifying they were to others. How disgusted the scientists who created them appeared. The gasps and jeers as they walked from the hovercraft into Xenia to live, the giant walls protecting them from curious human eyes.

  Somehow, they’d forgotten all that until the beautiful little female nearly fainted.

  It had been disappointing and for once, Jett wasn’t sure what to do. But Brax had laid his hand on his shoulder to calm him and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder to leave the field, the noise, and the people behind. When they reached the edge of the forest he set her on her feet where she swayed dizzily. He took hold of her upper arm and indicated Jett should take the other. “Come,” he said to the girl, and the trio had walked gingerly through the shade of trees.

  “What are you going to do with me?” she’d babbled, her voice nervous with a thread of terror. She avoided looking at the differences among them.

  Jett didn’t speak, afraid his disappointment would show in the tenor of his voice. Brax obviously didn’t want to point out Jett’s lack of speech by being the only one to respond to her, so he said nothing either.

  Tears ran down her cheeks unchecked, but honestly, they were at a loss as to how to deal with it. So they did what any sane Xeno Sapien would do. Brought her into the den—the familiar den that she’d lovingly cleaned for them for weeks—and chained her to the stove.

  Then, he and Brax headed into the cave behind the den that housed the hidden hot springs. They didn’t need to hide away to speak, of course. They could communicate with each other mentally. But Jett needed a moment.

  “What now?” he asked, wringing his hands. “She doesn’t like us.”

  “She’s been through a lot. She’s dirty. We’re dirty.” They were covered in slime from their hibernation cocoons, a recent necessity to heal them. “We’re in the bathing pool, so grab a shirt for her to wear, and we’ll wash our mate. She’ll see that we care for her.”

  “She’s terrified of us.”

  “We were terrified of her. We hid in the bushes for weeks watching her. Slowly her strange looks grew on us. This is the first time she’s seen us. Perhaps Robyn was right and we should have introduced ourselves earlier.”

  Well, when it was put like that…

  They slipped back into the house, but she was exhausted, huddled into a ball on the kitchen floor. For a minute, Jett regretted chaining her, but he had no idea if she’d try to run. And he had no idea how the other Xeno Sapiens would feel about her should they find her running through the community. So they gathered their towels and materials they would need and let her sleep for a few more minutes before waking her to take to the pool.

  She was reserved and silent, though she no longer flinched at their touch. Once in the pool, she allowed Brax to bathe her, to hold her even. But Jett? She’d stared at him with wary eyes.

  It hurt. She preferred Brax to him.

  Somehow, they’d never imagined that scenario. They were identical in every way but personality. It had never occurred to them that she wouldn’t love them equally.

  But when she sneaked a peek as he washed himself in the pool?

  Wait. Slow down and wash your cock. Brax’s voice had come across clearly in his head. She watches.

  So he did as his brother suggested.

  Her breathing has deepened. I am going to check her for arousal.

  The female had squeaked as his brother’s hand moved under the water.

  Well? Jett demanded, unable to stand it any longer.

  Yes. Brax’s mental voice softened. She is wet. She is aroused by you, brother.

  Bring her to completion. We don’t want our female to ever need.

  Are you sure you don’t want to? It is the sight of you that aroused her.

  No. It is your touch she seeks, not mine.

  So he watched as Brax pleasured her. His satisfaction came from knowing her climax was reached in under five minutes. She was on her way to accepting him if just the sight of him could ratchet her need that high.

  After her orgasm, she turned from him and sought Brax’s comfort again. Jett clenched his jaw, feeling defeated. Still, he wouldn’t say anything. If she wanted Brax, he could endure watching only. His brother’s pleasure was that important to him. If the love was meant for Brax alone and she only tolerated Jett’s presence, so be it.

  She will sleep with you tonight. I can wait until tomorrow. Brax offered.

  It is you she prefers. It was hard for Jett to admit, but they had always been honest with each other.

  I have another idea. Let us allow her to grow used to you. I will vanish until she accepts you. Then I will return, and you leave. Eventually, she will grow used to both of us. We will ease her into it.

  Where will you go?

  Brax’s mood lifted as if he grinned mentally. I shall bunk with Lily tonight. Jason is working the night shift. If our mate needs more time alone with you, I shall disrupt Beast and Sunny’s night tomorrow.

  At least Jett wouldn’t have that problem. Heather would accept Brax easily enough, and he could return home much quicker than Brax.

  Brax brought her to the large pillow that worked as a sofa in the living area, lowering the lights and lighting the candle instead. Then he went to the fridge.

  Before heading to the arena, he and Brax had run over to the mess hall and grabbed a tray, piling it high with meats, fruits, different cheeses. Even some nuts. They’d set it in their fridge before heading off to rescue the little human female.

  When she looked relaxed enough—even though her gaze followed Brax to the kitchen—Jett sat ca
refully on the pillow. She whipped her head toward him.

  “I am Jett,” he said.

  “I know.” Her voice was a sexy whisper.

  He wanted to cringe. Of course, she knew. It was why she preferred Brax and his easygoing personality.

  “I’m Heather,” she said softly.

  He felt the barest semblance of a smile ghost his lips, turning up the edges. She’d just climaxed to his naked form. Introductions seemed a little ridiculous.

  She smiled, too—before looking alarmed at the closing of the front door when Brax slipped out after leaving the tray of food on the small table.

  “It’s all right,” Jett said.

  “He’ll…return?”

  “He will,” he assured her. She seemed to calm, and it tore a piece of his heart. To cover his distress, he reached for the tray, yanking it toward them.

  She looked a bit wary at his jerky, harsh movements.

  He held up a grape and a bit of cheese. “Try it.”

  Obediently, she opened her mouth. He popped the food in and watched her chew.

  “Good?”

  “Very,” she said, swallowing.

  He grunted his acknowledgment and used one of the tiny forks to get a piece of meat with cheese. He fed her, watching her small flat teeth as she grabbed it from the tines of the fork.

  He couldn’t imagine those teeth someday gently teasing his excited cock. Would she do that for them?

  “Where did he go?” Her question shattered his fantasy, making him grumpy.

  It was Brax on her mind. Always Brax.

  “He is visiting another. We do not wish to overwhelm you. This is all new to you, and you just spent weeks alone in a cell. We remembered being overwhelmed by people when we were released from our solitary existence.”

  Sunny had assured him that Heather wasn’t locked up. She had been able to roam the jail. If she wanted to. It seemed she didn’t. He wished to get her back to the point where she enjoyed life.

  “So you’re stuck babysitting me?”

  He shrugged. He could hardly think of her as a baby. Just thinking of her luscious form, the creaminess of her skin, the strip of red between her thighs—all he wanted to do was part her legs and bury his face there. If one day she would tolerate his attention and his tongue. She didn’t have to grow affectionate toward him the way she would with Brax. He was okay with that.