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  Disappointment dimmed the luster of her bright gaze. “We don’t have to have intercourse, if you can’t…you know…”

  He snorted. “That’s not what I meant. I can perform. I just have certain preferences you might not agree to.”

  Her brows drew together, giving her a slightly alarmed expression. “Are you a little kinky? I could be okay with that.”

  Amused by her eagerness to please, he tilted his head and smiled. “What exactly are you okay with?”

  She shrugged, embarrassment blending shades of pink across the tops of her breasts. “Most anything, I guess.”

  “Do you like to be spanked?” he murmured and tugged her nipple, pinching it gently. Pain was one of his preferences.

  She blinked, but the sharpening of her gaze said the idea intrigued.

  Bruno cupped the fullness of her damp breast and massaged it. “Would you let me enter any little place I want?”

  Her breaths shortened, and her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip. “I don’t know. But I’m willing to find out.”

  Bruno relented, knowing she didn’t have wide experience. Better and better. She had few preconceived notions of what might happen when the three of them were together. “Are you okay with sharing?”

  “Sharing?”

  “I’d like to invite Cord into bed with us.”

  “Cord?” The word sounded a little strangled in her throat.

  He lifted one brow. “You don’t find him attractive?”

  “He’s handsome, I guess—if you like big, clumsy jerks.”

  Bruno stepped closer, sliding a hand around her slick waist to bring her chest against his. “Cord makes up with stamina and size for any clumsiness. And he’s completely hot for you. He’ll do anything to please you.”

  Her head tilted back. Their mouths aligned. “You two have done this before?”

  Bruno nodded, sensing both her curiosity and arousal were piqued. “And how lucky are we that Cord and I are both attracted to you?” He pressed his lips to hers, circling his head to drag their slips softly together.

  The kiss was better than nice. Her lips were soft and pliant. Her breath sweet. Every part of his body awoke to the heat causing her body to melt against his. If he hadn’t been so obsessed with Cord, this woman could have consumed his thoughts.

  When he lifted his head, she blinked dreamily. “I’m not sure about this.” Her words were at odds with the blur of her reddened lips and her lambent gaze.

  He gave her a teasing smile, more sure than ever that this plan would work well—for everyone. “You wanted an adventure. A sexy fling with a man you barely know. Why not have two men? We’d consider it an honor. And you would have us both ready to serve your every need.”

  Her eyes glinted hungrily. “You’re sure Cord wants this?”

  Bruno glided his hand downward and gave her bottom an approving squeeze. “He’s waiting for us. Turn off the water and come with me now.”

  She reached behind her without taking her gaze from his and turned off the water. “Hand me a towel?”

  Bruno’s smile tightened. One more small test—one last chance for her to balk. “No towel. And no questioning anything I ask you to do,” he said quietly. “Come with me now, or I’ll just walk away. We’ll forget I ever mentioned it.”

  Her eyes widened. “But I need to dry off.”

  “We prefer you wet.”

  Chapter Two

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  We prefer you wet.

  That one bald statement, crisply enunciated, had been enough to make her melt. Seemed all Bruno had to do was suggest it, and her body would obey. The cream seeping between her folds didn’t have a thing to do with the other man waiting for her. Or so she told herself.

  And she tried hard not to think about what the two men would think about her.

  Jane wasn’t promiscuous. Not usually. But the coldness of her boyfriend’s rejection had been hard to forget. So had the sight of the younger woman he’d chosen over her, whose lithe body made her think that maybe she should have laid off the doughnuts and hit the gym more often.

  She’d lost confidence in her ability to attract a lover. The chance to get away from her own surroundings and her usual circle of friends had seemed like the perfect chance to rekindle her self-esteem. Bruno’s flirting had helped, but she’d needed him to act on his attraction. That’s why she’d resorted to drastic measures.

  Now, it looked as though she’d have plenty of male interest—a double-shot of testosterone.

  Jane shivered as she trailed behind Bruno, not allowing her blown mind a moment to second-guess her decision. With her hand tucked inside his, she strode through cool, air-conditioned air into blazing outdoor heat. She followed him out the gate, hoping no one in a passing car would get a glimpse of her naked body, but unwilling to demur for fear his wicked offer would evaporate like the water on her skin.

  Then she was stepping through their front door and walking down a darkened, narrow hallway. The bedroom she stepped inside was glaringly masculine—browns, reds, deep burnt golds were picked up in the paint, the bedding, and the few candles that burned across the top of a dark dresser. Blinds and curtains were pulled shut. The overhead fan spun slowly above them, but the globe was extinguished.

  Cord stepped out of the bathroom door, completely naked, and halted, his eyes widening on her.

  “Bruno said you wanted this…” she began, growing embarrassed the longer he stared across the expanse of the king-sized bed.

  “I do,” he said, his voice sounding thick and little garbled. “I’m just surprised you agreed.”

  “I am, too,” she admitted.

  Droplets of water clung to his shoulders. He raked a hand through his damp blond hair, and she couldn’t help but notice the slabs of muscles that shifted across his chest and along the back of his upturned arm.

  Her breath caught, and her nipples tingled.

  Bruno’s fingers tightened on hers as he pulled her around the end of the bed.

  Her feet dragged across the thick carpet the closer she drew to Cord, because she was so exposed—and so intensely aware of the arousal that jerked his cock and tightened her cunt.

  Suddenly shy, her gaze slid away. She didn’t want to see the triumph in his eyes. Didn’t want to know if he ogled her flesh. She wished she could cover her breasts and her pussy, but she only had one spare hand, so which part did she want to shield? And why did she have that urge? She’d wanted to be fucked. By the look of the thick cock rising between his legs, she’d get exactly that.

  Bruno raised her hand and placed it on Cord’s palm. “Keep her busy until I’ve had a chance to get rid of the dirt.”

  Alarm shot through her. He’d said it so matter-of-factly. Without emotion. Sure she’d wanted sex, but she’d really hoped for a little respect, maybe a little affection so that this situation didn’t feel quite so crude. “You’re leaving us alone?”

  Bruno’s dark brow held a hint of challenge that told her to behave. “Cord’s my friend. And he didn’t make the best first impression.” His gaze swung to Cord. “Try not to frighten her away until I get back.”

  She continued to stare at the door long after it closed quietly behind Bruno. Time ticked slowly as she reminded herself to breathe—she was naked with a man she barely liked, but, sweet fuck, she wanted him.

  “Would you like a drink?”

  The graveled rumble of his voice spoken so close felt like a physical caress—not an unpleasant sensation. Her nipples beaded tighter; her breasts grew slowly harder. She was aroused just knowing he stared.

  Still, she didn’t want to enjoy a thing about him—until Bruno returned and forced the issue. Following the instructions of the man she’d wanted first somehow made it feel right.

  But how to put Cord off for now? “P-please,” she whispered haltingly. She’d nurse the drink, hold it in her hands, and stare into the glass until Bruno returned. If only her glance wasn’t tempted by Cord’s rugged body.

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sp; As he turned away, she couldn’t help staring at his backside. She didn’t think she’d ever seen muscle like that on a guy. Every movement flexed deeply; ripples defined the large musculature curving over his ass and thick thighs. The perfect ass was topped by a lean waist and shoulders that could span a doorframe. She wondered how firefighters who spent so much time sitting around a stationhouse managed to keep in such great shape. But both Cord and Bruno didn’t have an ounce of extra flesh on their bodies.

  She wondered if they minded the extra twenty pounds that plumped out her own frame. Her ex sure had. “I’m not sure about this,” she muttered, certain Cord’s sheer weight could squash her like a bug. She didn’t repeat the thought to herself, because suddenly the image of him lowering his bulky frame over hers made her stomach tremble.

  He didn’t reply at first, just poured the two glasses of red wine from the decanter on the dresser and returned. “We don’t have to do anything,” he said, handing her a glass. He sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs spreading to accommodate his aroused cock and heavy balls, and patted the space beside him, a small rueful smile quirking one side of his mouth. “I promise I won’t fall all over you.”

  Reluctantly, she perched on the edge, looking anywhere but at his cock. “This doesn’t feel really odd to you? Us both naked. Bruno in the other room.”

  He lifted his chin at her glass. “Take a sip. It’ll help your nerves.”

  “I’m not nervous.”

  “Sure you aren’t. You always sound like you’re gasping for air.”

  “Okay, so I’m a little nervous,” she said, starting to get annoyed again. She took a sip, and then tilted back the glass to take another, bigger swallow. So much for nursing it.

  “Um…that’s probably enough. It’ll go straight to your head.” Cord took her glass and set it beside his on the bedside stand. “So, why’d you agree to come?”

  She ducked her head. “I’m attracted to Bruno. He asked.” His soft sigh made her feel mean. “Not that you’re not handsome. I just never would have considered something like this.”

  “And now that you have considered?”

  “There really hasn’t been time to think about it. Bruno insisted I come now.”

  “And you’re going to do what he asks? Anything he asks?”

  Jane sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and felt heat sweep her face again. “Like I told him, I only have a couple of days left here. If I’d waited for things to take their natural course…” She shrugged, not feeling comfortable enough to admit the rest out loud, although he’d gotten the gist.

  His gaze narrowed, but not in a mean way. He looked a little confused. “Do you think you would have changed your mind if you had time to reconsider?”

  Knowing any prevarication at this point would be completely transparent, she drew a deeper, ragged breath. “Truth is,” she said softly, turning reluctantly to face him squarely. “Since the moment he suggested it, my body’s been so tight, so aroused, I can hardly breathe. I think you’ve noticed.” There, she’d said it. Told him as blatantly as she knew how that she wanted to have sex with them.

  His eyes warmed, locking with hers. “I noticed. But you’re too tense.” Slowly, he lifted a hand and slipped it under her hair, sliding it around the back of her neck.

  While he used the calloused pads of his fingers to knead her neck, his gaze raked her body, lingering on her breasts, which were tight and growing every bit as ripe with arousal as the folds that grew plump and damp between her legs.

  When his gaze slid to her sex, she saw a fierce, predatory glint darken his silver-gray eyes, and suddenly it didn’t matter that outside this room he’d irritated her at every turn.

  Here, seated naked at his side, her body didn’t care that her mind had already written him off—she’d trolled for his best friend. This man, however, radiated a raw sensuality that heated every inch of skin his glance touched.

  As natural as if they’d done it a thousand times, she let her head fall back into his cupped palm and closed her eyes, surrendering.

  He murmured something deliciously obscene, and then bent toward her. His lips supped at hers, tugging the upper then the lower lip between his teeth. His tongue surged into her mouth, and she suckled it, trying to draw it deeper, while her thighs clenched, and her arousal wet the bedding beneath her.

  She didn’t demur when he slowly lowered her to the bed and continued the kiss, his upper body covering hers, heating her skin. Her nipples beaded, tangling in his chest hair—a sensation so erotic she gasped into his mouth.

  When fingers slid between her clamped thighs, she didn’t resist the little nudge and opened, letting him slide fingers inside to cup the curve of an inner thigh.

  Only his tentative touch wasn’t nearly enough. And because she’d already let him know she was eager for it, she decided she’d let him know she was well beyond needing her body readied for play. She reached down and shoved his hand upwards until it covered her pussy. Only then did she murmur encouragements against his lips, deepening her kiss as her belly continued to quiver and her breaths shortened.

  Long fingers strummed the outer lips of her pussy, rolling over them, applying pressure but never stroking between, until her hips were rolling, pumping against the press of his fingers, trying to tell him wordlessly that she didn’t want him taking it slow. She needed fingers shoved deep into her moistening channel.

  Cord’s tongue stroked deep into her mouth, sliding along her tongue, surging deep into her mouth in a rhythm she matched the rise and fall of her hips. When another set of hands shoved apart her legs, she growled against Cord’s mouth.

  Her thighs were lifted and draped over hard shoulders, a mouth burrowed between her folds, a tongue flicked her clit, and suddenly she bit down on Cord’s tongue, forcing him out of her mouth so that she could scream.

  Her body bowed hard, and an unrelenting tremor kept her twisting beneath Cord, her mouth sliding over his shoulder, inarticulate sounds escaping her as her orgasm slammed through her.

  When it ended, she fell back and closed her eyes. “That…hasn’t happened before,” she said shakily.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never come before,” Cord’s amused voice rumbled in her ear.

  “I’ve never lost control like that—so fast and hard…” Her eyes fluttered open.

  Bruno’s lips pressed a kiss against her inner thighs, and then he climbed onto the bed, kneeling opposite to Cord.

  She realized her face was bracketed by two thick, fully engorged cocks. Neither man had taken his pleasure yet. Both smelled amazing—of spicy soap and muted musk.

  Her gaze went from Bruno’s liquid brown gaze to Cord’s silvery glare. All the possibilities she’d been too consumed to consider before filtered through her mind. Both were willing, both were waiting for her cue to let them know she wanted this to continue. She’d hoped for a light, flirtation—something that would help restore her confidence.

  The intensity of the gazes that swept over her, the tension radiating from their still bodies, told her she was about to get so much more than she’d hoped.

  A lazy smile stretched her lips. “Bruno, since you’re the one in charge here, what’s next?”

  Bruno returned the smile and wrapped his long fingers around his cock, and then raised an eyebrow to Cord as though asking, Who’s first?

  Feeling suddenly giddy, Jane giggled and sat up, turning to face both men, eyeing their straining cocks with blatant interest. “Oh, the possibilities…” She grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and crawled backwards off the bed, slipping silently to the floor on her knees.

  “Did I mention how much I like this girl?” Bruno whispered overloud.

  Cord groaned, but fisted his hand around his arousal.

  “You both talk too much,” Jane said, flipping her hair behind her shoulders and lifting her chin in an unmistakable challenge, wondering where her sudden confidence had come from.

  The two men scrambled off the bed and wa
lked toward her, their expressions filling with tension and feral pride. They circled her, pointing their cocks downward and scraping the tips along her shoulders and upper back.

  When they stopped in front of her, standing side by side, Jane reached up to brace her hands against their thighs and leaned close, turning her head one way to capture Bruno’s cockhead in a succulent kiss, then turning to the right to give Cord the same wet kiss.

  It was easy. Natural. Playful little caresses that increased the tension in the muscles tightening beneath her palms. She leaned toward Bruno and stuck out her tongue, gliding down his length, then back up, swirling over the soft head before drawing away to stare.

  His cock was bronze with a reddish tinge, the tip a deeper red, blending toward purple. The crown was tapered, elegant. The shaft perfectly straight.

  Opening her jaws, she slid her mouth over him, taking him deep, enjoying the leap of his cock as he slid past her tongue to bump the back of her throat. When she pulled back, his entire shaft glistened with the moisture from her mouth and the thick little burst of pre-ejaculate that coated her tongue.

  Her tongue lapped at his cap, the point delving into the slit as his fingers slid beneath the ridged crown to steady himself as she rode the slit for a teasing little tongue-fuck.

  “No fair. I’m feeling a little neglected here,” Cord said, his voice sounding gravelly.

  Jane glanced up at Bruno, who raised one brow and tilted his head toward Cord in an unspoken command. The hint of authority had her own sex tightening as she turned to Cord and opened her mouth obediently, letting him guide his cock between her lips while she closed her eyes in acceptance if not fully committed delight.

  But the girth of the cock that slid between her lips had her groaning, opening wider to prevent the edge of her teeth from scraping his sensitive flesh. Her eyes opened and met his heated gaze.

  Cord’s gaze wasn’t like Bruno’s—lightly teasing. Cord’s held a darker promise, like the smoldering coals of a banked fire. A little too intense for comfort.

  However, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, and she tightened her lips while she began to suck him hard as though siphoning fuel.