Page 29 of Theirs to Treasure

Josie let out a little squeak of surprise as he caressed the seam of her sex with two fingers, up and down. God, he could do this for hours. For days.

He parted his legs and crooked his knees so that she was nestled against his cock. The torture felt sublime as she was spread out before him. He trailed his two wet fingers up her body to her back, so that he could work on the laces of her corset.

“You can’t take it off her right now,” Sam interrupted.

“Josie, why can’t I take it off?” Chance asked her.

“After compressing my nerve as badly as I did, I need to keep either a corset or brace on to keep my spine supported.”

There was no way he was going to ask the how’s and why’s of the injuries, not at this moment. But he was going to find out enough for tonight’s play. “Which vertebrae were injured, Zee?” he asked as he traced her breasts that spilled over the top of her corset.

“The ones in the middle of my back, T-Four and T-Five. I’ve had multiple surgeries since the accident first happened then more when the disks ruptured.”

“Fuck,” Chance said softly into her ear. “I hate the idea of you ever having been in so much pain. Not physically, or emotionally.”

“I’m fine now. I’ve learned coping skills, and I’m here with both of you, aren’t I?”

Chance heard a real question in her voice.

“What, Zee?”

He moved his hands slowly, one cupping a generous breast, the other splayed across her stomach. “What are you asking?” he coaxed.

Chance watched as she covered his hand on her belly, and then tugged at the hand that Sam had been holding all this time so that it rested beside Chance’s. “How does this work?”

Chance looked at her question from every angle, and he knew she wasn’t asking about the sex part. “You mean how are we comfortable with the both of us being with you? Sharing you?” Chance finally asked.

She didn’t look at either of them, she just jerked her chin up in a nod.

“She was worried about that this afternoon when I picked her up,” Sam said.

“Russell didn’t seem to want me, but he always accused me of smiling at other men.” Josie’s words were low and anguished.

“I love seeing Chance touching you,” Sam said as he drew his hand out from under hers. “That’s part of this dynamic.”

“But Chance, you seemed hurt when I’d been with Sam. You’re both going to end up jealous.” Her voice was picking up power. “I just know you will. It’ll be just like Russell said. I’ll have ruined things not between us. I don’t matter, but I’ll have ruined things between you.” She pushed against the mattress, trying to get away from Chance, then gasped.

“Zee, you’re hurting yourself,” Chance admonished.

“Better I get hurt, than the two of you,” she cried.

Quickly. Gently. Decisively. Chance had her on her back in one smooth motion, he hovered over her, his weight resting on his forearms. He glanced over at Sam, questioning whether this was a good position for her.

“Josie, are you comfortable?” Sam asked her.

Hell, I could have done that.

“I’m fine. You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” Tears matted her eyelashes. She was killing him.

“I’m going to fucking find Russell and beat the shit out of him,” Sam snarled.

“Dial it back Booth,” Chance commanded. “The last thing Josie needs is either of us spewing anger. Look at her, she’s trembling.” Chance kissed away one tear. Two tears. Then a third. “Sweetheart, Sam might be an ass, getting all twisted up when we have you lying here damn near naked in bed with us. But this Russell bastard was a malevolent prick who played mind games on you.

Chance took a leap of faith. “What did your friends think about this guy? Your sisters? Did anyone like him? Did anyone think he was a good guy?”

“They all hated him,” Josie admitted.

“Did he have many friends?”