Chapter 10
Chantelle jerked in her sleep, sat bolt upright a second later. Darkness…She should be cold, wet, wrapped in rough water-soaked blankets and sitting on a hard floor. A gentle touch on her thigh told her she was home. Though one of Bobby’s hands lay hot and heavy on her leg—and both Bobby and Sam’s smells informed her they were alert to her needs—they didn’t move and spoke not a word. Good. Chantelle closed her eyes, letting familiar surroundings seep into her consciousness, soothing her.
Such a long day with her two men fussing over her. Despite her declaration at the hospital and her need to have Bobby and Sam close, once she was home s*x hadn’t seemed so important. Time spent filing her split nails and shaving her legs, putting a treatment on her hair, made her feel human. M
