Page 102 of Depraved Boys

“Don’t leave any gaps between doses, or you’ll regret it,” said Sebastian.

“Right.” I reached down into the shopping bag I’d borrowed from Aunt Hortense and pulled out into my baggie of painkillers.

“What have you got?” Sebastian looked over my shoulder. “Codeine phosphate, ibuprofen, and Zopiclone. I was on the same after my accident.”

“Did you have any memory loss?” I asked.

“Fortunately, I didn’t hit my head.” His gaze flickered over my hair. By now, the cuts in my scalp had scabbed over, and I’d gotten rid of the bandages. “But the broken wrist and ankle wasn’t fun. Neither was the wait for mountain rescue.”

I extracted the correct number of pills from each bottle and placed them in the back of my throat. Then with a nodded thanks, I took the glass of water and downed its contents. Having recently finished a course of medication designed to protect me from the dangers of close contact with raw meat, I was no stranger to swallowing pills.

“Did you go to the Royal Infirmary?” I asked.

“At first, but Grandfather had me moved to London and kept me at his side for the entire summer.”

“He even missed his welcome party,” Leopold said from the stove.

Sebastian’s lips spread into a grin that made my heart flip-flop. His eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that promised I would enjoy whatever he planned to do or say next. “I was there. But I met the most fascinatingly beautiful girl. After giving her a ride home, I didn’t feel like socializing.”

My cheeks warmed. I dipped my head and gazed at him through my lashes. It only made his grin widen.

Leopold brought a huge pitcher of mulled wine with two filled glass mugs containing cinnamon sticks, fruit slices and star anise on a tray with a mug of steaming, hot chocolate. The spicy aroma coming from the wine made my mouth water. He sat on my left and placed the tray on the coffee table. “It must have been a good, hard ride.”

“She ran away once things got interesting.” Sebastian placed a hand on my thigh and gave me a gentle squeeze. “But she won’t escape me this time.”

I pressed my legs together, remembering that sizzling hot kiss and the way his hands trailed up my inside thighs and to my pulsing clit. It had been a pleasant awakening, and I couldn’t wait to kiss him—kiss both of them—again.

Leopold chuckled. It was a low, deep sound that made the pulse between my legs quicken. “Ah… Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs.”

I swallowed hard. “Are you quoting Romeo and Juliet?”

“Merely predicting the evening’s events.” He smiled into his glass of mulled wine.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. After nearly a week spent on Uncle Trevor’s sofa, I was ready to sink into that soft, huge bed. But with my sore shoulder, would I live up to Sebastian and Leopold’s expectations? “Um… Guys? I’m not sure I can—”

“Willow.” Sebastian’s hand left my thigh, and he placed his arm around my shoulders in a comforting embrace. “Even a horny dog like Leo knows you’re still not up to anything strenuous.”

I turned to Leopold, who gave me an eager nod. “Sorry, Wills. Force of habit.”

We sat in companionable silence, enjoying our drinks until a timer went off, indicating that the food was ready. The pleasant scent of roasted chicken mingled with the aromas of spiced wine, making my stomach rumble. It felt like an eternity since I’d had a decent meal.

Dinner was exactly how it smelled. Sumptuous. The roasted chicken was moist and flavorful, the vegetables fresh, and the sage and onion stuffing herbalicious. I polished off my portion but was too stuffed to enjoy the profiteroles Leopold had plated for dessert.

Once we’d eaten, he swept his gaze over my borrowed clothes. “We’ve been terrible hosts.”

“What?” I asked.

“You’re our convalescing guest, and we didn’t even offer you a bed bath.”

I glanced across the table at Sebastian, who smiled and shook his head. “Tell him to bugger off.”

“What does this bed bath entail?”

Leopold stood, and my gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants. “Let’s retire to the four-poster, and I’ll give you a blow-by-blow demonstration.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

My first instinct was to glance at Sebastian, who gave me the kind of lazy grin that told me he would not only let Leopold take the lead, but he would participate in this ‘bed bath’ the moment it got interesting.