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  But maybe he was getting ahead of himself, worrying about nothing. She’d been pretty set on making this a one-night stand. He wondered if she still felt that way.

  Jake wasn’t ready to let go. Camille had attracted him from the very start. He’d never been the kind of guy very good at reading a woman—he wasn’t intuitive, didn’t have great instincts, had always bouldered his way through relationships only to be left scratching his head when they ended, wondering what the hell he’d done wrong.

  But he’d been oddly clued in to Camille’s thoughts. Had followed his gut every step of the way, gauging her comfort with this excursion by the curve or press of her lips, the darkening of her gaze, the set of her stubborn chin.

  Jake stared at his reflection and knew he wasn’t willing to leave without trying to turn her inside out, make her crave his touch. If it took both men to hold her, so be it. If he enjoyed whatever happened between him and Danny, he’d make damn sure when this did end that Danny understood it had been all about the woman.

  Satisfied he could look himself in the mirror again, he opened the door.

  Danny’s long, lean body covered Camille’s head to toe. His mouth was busy sucking on her lips and chin and making her smile.

  Jake grinned at that smile, relieved she didn’t seem in any hurry to kick them to the door. “Got room in there for me?”

  “Depends,” Danny said, turning his questioning gaze toward Jake.

  Jake gave him a one-sided smile, and Danny heaved a sigh then rolled off Camille.

  “The lady and I have been talking,” he said, thrusting a forearm beneath his head.

  Jake rested his hands on his hips. “Hell, I was only gone a few minutes.”

  “Camille thinks this thing we’re doing is a one-nighter at most. But she’s willing to let us stay until dawn.”

  Jake read the sly warning in Danny’s gaze and nodded his head. “Morning it is.”

  Camille swallowed and offered Jake a smile. “It’s not that I’m not loving every minute of this…”

  “Yeah,” he muttered. “But we’re too young.”

  “And you’re…two. I really don’t want to be a cougar to a couple of cubs.”

  “Again, she thinks we’re wet behind the ears.” Danny shook his head, and his smile stretched.

  Jake recognized the challenge being laid down. And was surprised Danny was so ready to accept. He’d never known Danny to work hard at holding on to a woman.

  Did he feel the same intense attraction to Camille?

  Jake strolled toward the bed and sat on the edge, letting his gaze sweep over Camille’s body. Her reddened nipples were still tight, the skin of her belly pink from abrasion and heat. Her body wasn’t the most perfectly shaped he’d ever seen, but her round breasts and hips appealed, made him think of things he hadn’t any right to think—about kids and family and white-picket fences.

  But he didn’t really know her, did he? Didn’t know if deep down she wanted the same things as he did. He’d been fooled a time or two by women all too eager to fuck a fireman with no intentions of sticking around.

  Her hand moved restlessly over her stomach. He’d been staring too long.

  Jake cupped the breast nearest him, marveling at how pale and creamy her skin looked next to his tanned and rugged hand. Her gaze had dropped and watched as he strummed her nipple. “How many hours to go?” he said quietly.

  “Six or so,” Danny said, his own gaze watching Jake’s hand as he massaged the soft breast.

  Camille’s hand cupped the back of Jake’s. “This doesn’t have to be all about me, you know. There are some things I’d like to do.”

  Jake lifted a brow, curious where her mind was heading. “Oh yeah?”

  She moistened her lips, and both he and Danny drew deep breaths.

  “Yeah, I’d like me some of that,” Danny muttered.

  Camille sat up and scooted off the bed, her hand clenching a pillow. Then she knelt in the middle of the beige carpet, her knees in the goose down, and tossed back her head. Both men scrambled off the bed, following the finger she crooked.

  Jake swallowed and moved in close, standing a little to the side in front of her. Danny flanked him and both their cocks were level with her face.

  Her sultry gaze ate them up, and then she lifted one hand and trailed her fingers down Danny’s cock then along Jake’s rising shaft.

  She cupped her hand and gently lifted Danny’s balls, her fingers closing around him. She glanced up. “How tight?”

  “More,” he ground out.

  Her fingers gripped his balls, and tugged, the fingers clenching and releasing in a massage that had Danny quickly rocking on his heels.

  “Enough?” she said, her voice a sultry purr.

  “More,” he bit out again. When she tightened again, a quick, deep breath lifted his chest.

  She cupped her other hand and brought it between Jake’s legs. Soft, warm fingers closed around him, squeezing.

  Air hissed between his teeth.

  Her hand let him go. “Sorry.”

  He reached down, grabbed her hand, and forced her fingers around his balls again, tightening around them until she squeezed him with just the right amount of pressure.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said, biting her lower lip.

  “You didn’t. I’m just…a little excited. The slightest touch, and I’m afraid I’ll blow.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  Jake gave her a quick, pained smile. “I’ve been dying to see those lips of yours wrapped around my cock. No way do I want to spoil it by a little premature ejaculation.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “Is that what you think I’m going to do? Blow you?”

  “A guy has to hope,” he growled.

  Camille leaned closer, rubbing her face along his thickening shaft, her lips brushing him in featherlight caresses.

  “Now, you’re teasing me.” He groaned.

  “Yes, I am.” Her gaze met his.

  He liked the sparkle of humor and excitement he saw there.

  Danny cleared his throat. “I haven’t exactly left the room, you know.”

  “Poor baby,” she cooed, and rubbed her cheeks on his dick, flicking out her tongue here and there to paint the sides of his shaft with her moisture.

  Danny’s lips puckered, and his breaths staggered.

  “Come closer, boys. I don’t like having to lean so far to reach you.”

  The men gave each other wary glances but moved in. Now their dicks both pointed at her lips, the swelling crowns nearly touching.

  Camille stuck out her tongue and swabbed Danny’s crown with a generous swirl of her tongue.

  He reached down and cupped the back of her head, forcing her closer. “Take it in your mouth.”

  Her eyebrows rose, but her body shivered, and she opened immediately.

  Jake held perfectly still, watching Danny fuck her mouth in long, deep strokes, controlling the depth with the fierce grip of his hand at the back of her neck.

  And Camille didn’t demur even once. Her eyes closed, and her jaw widened, her expression turning dreamy and content while her cheeks heated to a rosy blush.

  Her breaths grew ragged, and Jake lifted his gaze to Danny, who shot him a quick, pointed glance, as though saying, Buddy, she’s ours now.

  Danny had found her hot button. The lady liked to be controlled.

  Jake eased his hips forward, gripped his shaft and slapped her cheek with his dick.

  Camille’s eyes shot open, and Danny pulled out of her mouth.

  Jake slapped her again then circled his cock over her lips.

  Her tongue poked out and tasted him, giving him small, teasing licks, waiting…

  And Jake knew exactly what she wanted.

  He thrust his hand behind her neck and cupped her chin, forcing her mouth open. “Take it deep, baby.”

  A small whine of need seeped around his cock as Camille consumed him. Her lips stretched around him. Her tongue stroked
his length.

  “That’s right. Suck it.”

  Her mouth tightened, and she tugged hard, the juicy sounds she made nearly as exciting as the humid heat engulfing him.

  Jake backed up, pulling his cock swiftly from her mouth.

  Her mouth gaped, and her features screwed up in disappointment.

  Gripping his shaft and pumping, he pointed his chin toward the bed. “Get on the bed and lay sideways, your head hanging over the edge.”

  Both men helped her to her feet then dropped their hands to watch her walk to the bed. They shared satisfied smiles at the slight wobble in her step.

  “I get her mouth,” Danny whispered.

  “Fine,” Jake gritted out, because he was going to get more of her slick, silky pussy.

  Camille heard the men’s harsh whispers and shivered. She climbed onto the bed and lay sideways across it, all the while wondering what the hell had just happened. One moment she’d been the one in control, offering teasing glides of her tongue while the muscles of their thighs bunched in an agony of anticipation.

  Then Danny had issued his command, twisted his hand in her hair, and wrested away that control. Before, the heat generated by the fireman had been pleasurable and slipping steadily up the Fahrenheit scale. When Danny, and then Jake, had commanded her, flames shot through the roof.

  Uneasy, but so excited her body trembled, she lay on the bed, draping her head over her edge.

  Danny stepped into her vision, and she nearly smiled at the view she had of the underside of his rigid cock and the heavy sac beneath. And, dear God, the musky scent of him…

  He leaned over her, bracing one hand on the mattress and aimed that cock at her mouth. “Open wide and take it.”

  Her mouth opened automatically, and she tugged the crown with her lips, suctioning to draw more of it inside. He pumped his hips and plunged deep, scraping past her teeth and tongue, cramming against the back of her throat. She choked.

  Danny tsked. “Swallow,” he said, “I’m coming deeper.”

  She did and the back of her throat clasped and released his cock head. Then he skimmed deeper. Breathing through her nose, she accepted his thrusts, found an odd joy in the soft slaps of his velvety sac against the bridge of her nose and breathed in more of his musk.

  Then the bed dipped on the far side, and she squeezed her thighs together, knowing by the crisp sound of latex sliding over Jake’s cock that he was ready, poised to slide inside her, and it was going to be too much.

  Her belly jumped when his hands closed around her ankles and jerked apart legs. She groaned around the cock stuffed inside her mouth.

  “Easy, baby, watch the teeth,” Danny whispered.

  She pulled her lips around the edges of her teeth and opened wider, not even bothering to suppress the desperate groans clawing past her throat.

  Thick fingers thrust inside her, twisted and pumped, and her pussy contracted, hugging Jake there, but he pulled out. Strong, muscled arms shoved beneath her knees, lifting her ass from the mattress. The round, blunt head of his cock nudged her sex once then slammed deep.

  She moaned then sucked harder as Jake pulled and pushed on her thighs, fucking her down his cock.

  “Christ,” Jake growled. “I love the way her cunt swallows me up.”

  If her mouth hadn’t been filled, and she could have caught her breath, she’d have snapped that she was right there, but the men talked over, acting as though she were an object, a toy for their pleasure.

  And she liked it.

  “Her mouth’s better than a pussy.”

  “Her pussy’s doin’ just fine. It’s goddamn wet.”

  “Jesus, baby, suck it harder,” Danny said as he thrust harder and faster.

  “I’m so goddamn hard, I’m gonna blow fast,” Jake said, his voice tight. “But when I’m done, Camille, you’re gonna suck me hard again, aren’t you?”

  Camille moaned desperately, her body jerking beneath the steady, quickening thrusts that rocked her forward and back.

  Feverish, and on the edge of a powerful orgasm, her legs scissored inside Jake’s grasp, and she undulated her hips, not able to hold still, writhing like a wild thing.

  “It’s okay, baby, I can tell how bad you want it,” Jake whispered. “Come for us. Come for Danny and Jake. Do it now.”

  Camille didn’t understand the leash he seemed to jerk to get her body to obey, but her back arched off the bed, and she issued a muffled scream. The coiled tension in her body sprang free, carrying her along on a long, dark wave of pleasure.

  Come shot against the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down to Danny’s whispered encouragement. But Jake continued to thrust, hammering harder, drawing out her orgasm until it became nearly painful, this need to come again, this aching hope that she would find the devastating pleasure again.

  Danny pulled swiftly from her mouth.

  Jake jerked her backward, pulling her fully onto the mattress.

  Danny cupped her head and lifted it. “Watch him fuck you.”

  Camille blinked and focused her eyes, her gaze snagging on Jake’s tight, feral expression. His lips pulled back from his gritted teeth; sweat rolled down the sides of his face and wet the thick hair furring his powerful chest.

  She wished she could taste it, lick his nipples, the side of his neck. His gaze dropped, and she followed it to see his cock sink inside her over and over.

  Danny bent over her and suckled her breast, licking the tip with his tongue then biting until she gasped. “Give us another, Camille. Come for Jake.” He straightened again.

  “Don’t know if I can,” she moaned, surprised by the ragged texture of her voice. Her jaws ached, her mouth felt dry. She stroked it with her tongue then locked gazes with Jake again.

  He dropped her knees and came down over her, bracing his weight on his arms. “I’m gonna come hard and fast. Can you take it, Camille?”

  “Yes!”

  “Do you want it like that?”

  “Why ask me?”

  “Yeah, you like a man to tell you how it’ll be, don’t you, sugar?”

  Camille moaned. She did. God help her, she did. “Please…”

  Jake’s smile was thin, triumphant—and Camille wanted to hate him for it. But her body was humming, her heart pounding, her pussy releasing another wash of warm wet excitement that bathed the cock slamming inside her and leaked downward to soak into the comforter.

  “It’s okay to let go, Camille,” Danny whispered in her ear. “It’s okay to let us take you, command you. You’re not less for it. You’re goddamn beautiful. Show Jake how much you love it.”

  His hand slipped down her belly and slid into the top of her folds. His calloused finger toggled her clit, tapping it then swirling then tapping it again.

  Each tap sent a dart of electricity toward her womb, and she cried out, planting her feet in the mattress and lifting her hips to meet Jake’s quickening strokes.

  He slammed his hips as fast as a jackhammer, building heat and friction so intense, all she could muster the strength to do was keen like a wild thing.

  Jake shouted, his cock swelled, and he jerked inside her.

  His orgasm triggered her own intense explosion, and Camille’s mouth opened around a scream so loud it shocked her into silence.

  Danny’s hands fell away. Jake fell over her, covering her body like a hot, sweaty blanket. He cupped her face and leaned down to give her a surprisingly chaste kiss.

  When her breaths evening a bit to short, jagged gusts, she wrapped her arms around him, not ready to let him slip from her body. She tried to absorb his heat and strength, wanted to crawl inside him and rest.

  He smoothed his moist cheek against hers, and she angled her face to kiss the side of his mouth. When he turned, she latched onto his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, pulling his face closer still then releasing his lip to give him a deeper kiss.

  Their mouths circled lazily, their noses bumping, tongues stroking, parrying, sliding to taste an
d soothe.

  When Jake lifted his head, she let hers fall to the mattress and stared into his eyes.

  His thumb traced her lower lip. “You wanted this to be a one-night stand. We’re not gonna let that happen.”

  Her pussy convulsed at his hard, even tone. But she found herself shaking her head anyway.

  Jake sighed. “I wasn’t asking you on a date.”

  Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. She ought to be thanking them and showing them to the door, but she was conflicted. Suddenly, fatigue tore at her. “I need to sleep. You need to go.”

  “We’ll go. But this isn’t over.” Jake leaned down and kissed her hard then pulled away from her and left the bed.

  Camille watched the two of them dress but couldn’t find the strength to move.

  Danny bent down and kissed her mouth. “You were amazing,” he whispered. “But what Jake said is true. It’s not over.” He tapped her nose and strode out the room, leaving a brooding Jake who stared at her body as though memorizing every curve and hollow.

  He didn’t approach, just lifted his chin. “There’s a soccer game on Saturday. I want you there.”

  She shook her head, wishing he’d make this easier.

  “Ten o’clock.” Then he strode out the door.

  Chapter Five

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  Camille’s heart leaped happily as Jake lunged sideways to take the ball into his belly, landing hard against the net. He scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of the goalie’s box and threw the ball to Danny, who bounced it to the ground then passed it with an agile sideways kick to another fireman.

  Camille’s gaze returned to Jake, who was mopping his face with the arm of his long-sleeved shirt. He caught her looking and lifted his hand to wave.

  “Oh. My. God!” Lacey hugged her arm and leaned closer. “Tell me again, because I’m not believing this. Both of them?” Her eager gaze swept from Jake to Danny and back again before turning her wide-eyed gaze to Camille.

  Camille had made it through Monday brushing off Lacey’s questions about how the date with Malcolm had gone. When she’d said, nothing happened with him, Lacey had given her narrow-eyed stare, but left shaking her head.