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  Cale’s hands cupped her buttocks from behind and lifted her. Bobby rooted at the breast hovering in front of his mouth, and Kate reached down between them and centered the head of his cock between her slick lips.

  Slowly, she sank, dragging Bobby’s lips from her breast. His hands cupped her head and this time their kiss was carnal, voracious, lips sucking, teeth tugging, tongues lashing. Below, she began to rock, up and down, with Cale’s support, as he pressed into her back and kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck.

  Bobby leaned back, lifting his hips slightly, letting her use his cock to fuck herself, which she did with gusto, slamming on him, driving down, while she leaned back against Cale who cupped and molded her breasts, twisting nipples until she came unglued.

  Bobby snuck two fingers between her legs and pressed them against her clit, circling hard and she came down one last time, rocking shallowly on his cock, grinding and moaning, shudders running up and down her body.

  Then Cale soothed her, his hands and lips smoothing over her flesh, waiting while she caught her breath, only to realize the cock still sunk deep inside her was rigid and Bobby’s face was tight, his expression a little wild.

  Without breaking their connection, he eased his legs from under him and lay flat. Cale pressed her over Bobby’s chest, and she moaned again, knowing what they were going to do. They’d been here before and she’d been left as limp as a noodle buffeted between them both.

  “God, I don’t know,” she said, half laughing.

  “You don’t have to do a thing,” Bobby said, cupping her face.

  Her nipples mashed against his smooth chest, she began to rock slowly forward and back, even as Cale began to finger her asshole.

  She could do this. Take them both. But she thought she wanted it the other way, both of them stroking her pussy, filling her so tightly it hurt.

  “Not my ass,” she whispered.

  “Can we share your cunt?” said Bobby who was never shy with words.

  “Fuck,” Cale said, apparently losing the last of his reserve as well. “Gonna be tight,” he rasped. “I’m already so hard from watching the two of you.” But he didn’t wait for her to change her mind; he pushed her harder against Bobby. “Move your knees back a bit, you’re too stretched this way.”

  She slid them back. Cale reached for a pillow and waited while Bobby shoved it under his ass.

  Then Cale slipped a finger between Bobby’s cock and the back of her entrance, sliding it in her moisture and pulling to stretch her.

  It wasn’t uncomfortable, not yet, but Bobby’s cock was pulsating and her vagina was beginning to ripple again. When Cale came over her, his cock prodded, and fingers tugged at her to make room for him to press inside. She buried her head against Bobby’s chest.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Bobby whispered. “We’re both gonna fit. Relax while he comes inside.” But he gritted his teeth and groaned as Cale shoved inward, sliding up in shallow little drives that had both Bobby and Kate quivering together.

  When Cale was seated, she couldn’t catch her breath. Her pussy burned.

  “Don’t know how you managed it, buddy, but I can’t move,” Bobby gritted out. “Again.”

  Cale laughed behind her. “I get to do all the work. Just close your eyes and feel.”

  “It’s like having a tree trunk shoved up inside me,” Kate groaned.

  “Your idea, sweetheart,”

  “Must have had something to do with the cold,” she said feeling desperate. “We don’t fit.”

  “Sure we do,” Cale crooned. “I just gotta move slow.”

  Sweet hot cream released in a gush, drenching both cocks. The men groaned and Kate gave a pained laugh.

  “See?”Cale whispered. “I’m moving easier now.

  “Shit, your balls are rubbing on mine,” Bobby said, his face screwing tight.

  “Do you mind?” Cale muttered.

  “Fuck no. Jesus, don’t stop.”

  Cale rutted slowly deeper, stroking her inner walls and Bobby’s cock.

  “Guys?” she said, her voice thinning.

  “Yeah,” came two rumbled grunts.

  “I’m coming,” she said and her body went rigid between them as her orgasm sent quivers up and down her channel, caressing them both in liquid heat.

  Bobby’s thighs rose and he gave shallow jerks of his pelvis.

  Cale crammed in and out and then slowed as Bobby cursed and his head thrashed.

  At last, with Bobby’s erection softening, Cale slammed inward, rocking them all until he came.

  Kate rested, sandwiched between two hard, sweaty bodies, her pussy pulsing and filled with come and cocks—the nastiest, most fantastic feeling she could have imagined sweeping through her. This was what she had to look forward to. Two inventive, fearless lovers. Her body and her life filled with happiness. With love.

  “Imagine how much easier this will be when you start popping out babies?” Cale said, sliding his mouth across her shoulder.

  Kate felt her chest jerk, and then a laugh gusted, shaking through them all. Bobby grinned beneath her, his eyebrows arching.

  Cale tightened up his arms, still braced around her waist. “What’d I say?” He pulled out and rolled to his back beside them, his face red, but a crooked smile gleaming.

  Kate gave Bobby a smile and shook her head. “I’m not moving. If you have to breathe, tough.”

  His arms looped around her back, and he heaved a deep sigh. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. My dick’s limp but gloved in the sweetest little cunt.”

  She bit his shoulder. “Behave.” She reached out and clasped Cale’s hand, settling her face on Bobby’s chest but staring at Cale. “I love you.”

  “We know,” he said. “Good thing, too. Because we were both set to take a trip to Sacramento and haul your ass back.”

  She closed her eyes, her lips still curved. She was sleepy, her body wonderfully warm.

  “Do you think she’s gonna get mad when she realizes we left off the condoms again?” Bobby murmured.

  She nuzzled against him, drifting off. She hadn’t forgotten. Didn’t give a damn. In fact she hoped that by the next snow’s fall she’d be filled with more than love.

  About the Author

  Until recently, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it's comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

  To learn more about Delilah Devlin, please visit www.delilahdevlin.com. Send an email to [email protected] or join her Yahoo! group to enter in the fun with other readers as well as Delilah: [email protected]

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  Coming Soon:

  Stone’s Embrace

  They’re craving something sweet. She likes it spicy.

  Glutton for Pleasure

  © 2009 Alisha Rai

  Devi Malik knows how to heat things up. She does it every night as head chef in her family’s Indian restaurant. Her love life, though, is stuck in the subzero freezer. Now, with a chance to fulfill a secret fantasy with her long-time crush and his brother, it’s time to put her desire on the front two burners.

  For Marcus Callahan, a love-’em-and-leave-’em attitude isn’t only a necessary evil of their kink. It’s a protective device. Lately, though, his brother Jace has been making noises about craving something more.

  Jace’s dissatisfaction with their lifestyle grows with every glimpse of sweet little D
evi. Yet Marcus is too haunted by the pain of their shared past to give love a chance.

  Despite their reputation for vanishing with the dawn, they discover one night with Devi isn’t nearly enough. And Devi finds herself falling in love with two very different men.

  It’ll take more than explosive sex to light up the shadows surrounding the Callahan brothers’ secrets. But Devi’s never been afraid of the dark…

  Warning: This title contains two sizzling men for the price of one, ménage a trois, oral sex, anal sex, fun toys, great food, and creative uses for syrup and dressing rooms.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Glutton for Pleasure:

  “I didn’t hear you knock.”

  Devi spun around, her hand pressed against her chest. “Oh. Marcus. You startled me.”

  “I was in the garage.”

  He stood in the kitchen doorway in only a pair of unsnapped jeans. A sexy smear of grease highlighted his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, her gaze slid over his bare chest, the arrow of hair that trailed into his open jeans. She was suddenly all too aware of the little toy she wore, forgotten while she’d toured the house.

  “Um, Jace told me to just come on in. He’s upstairs, showering. I hope that’s okay.” He didn’t say anything. “I like your house. Or what I’ve seen of it.”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  She blinked. “Wow, you’re not one for social niceties, are you?”

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Not really.”

  “Do you want a drink?”

  Devi slicked her tongue over her lips. “No. I’m good.”

  “Good. Take off your clothes.”

  “Marcus.” She frowned, though she really wanted to laugh.

  “I want to see if you’re wearing the stimulator.”

  “I said I would, and I am.”

  “You wore it from the minute we dropped you off?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Devi stared at him, confused. “What?”

  He grinned and slid his hand into his pocket. The first gentle vibration had her legs stiffening in shock. The little box came alive, rubbing against her already-stiffened clit like the finger Jace had likened it to. She relaxed and allowed the slow pleasure to sink into her bones. Marcus didn’t allow her time to appreciate it, and he must have turned a dial up somewhere, because the vibrations against her over-stimulated clit increased in their intensity. She moaned and leaned against the couch, her legs boneless and incapable of supporting her weight.

  A low male chuckle reached her. “I think we can believe her.”

  She opened her eyes to find Jace standing in the room as well. Clad only in a sexy pair of black boxer briefs, water still glistening on his chest and hair, he watched her with a small smile and narrowed eyes already heated with lust.

  Just as her climax yawned before her, the soundless stimulation ended. “What are you doing? Turn that back on, this instant.”

  Marcus tsked and walked forward until he stood right in front of her. “Didn’t we discuss you giving us orders?”

  Heat rose from his body. All of the relentless unappeased desire from the day welled up inside of her. She frowned at him. “I was about to come.”

  “We don’t want you to, yet.”

  “I don’t care,” she said waspishly. “Turn that damn thing on again or one of you fuck me here.” Amazing how a couple of days of ceaseless pleasure could lower her inhibitions—she felt no hesitation in making the demand.

  “No.” With that simple announcement, Marcus startled Devi by scooping her off her feet.

  She shrieked and grabbed on to his shoulders. No one had carried her since she’d been a small child. Pudginess had crept up on her at a young age, so even her father had declined picking her up. “I’m too heavy for you. Put me down.”

  He ignored her and spoke to his brother. “Where are the supplies?”

  Supplies?

  Jace studied her with predatory interest. If she hadn’t already been soaked, that look would have done it. “In my room.”

  “Did you hear me? I’m too fat to be carried around like this.”

  Marcus walked out of the room and back into the grand entryway. He glanced over his shoulder. “I think the toys were a bad idea. They’ve made her way too contrary.” He jostled her until she tightened her arms around his neck in reaction.

  “Stop talking about me like I’m not here. Wreck your back, see if I care. And the toy doesn’t make me contrary. Hours of sexual deprivation make me contrary.”

  “Then you should be nicer to the men who are going to end that deprivation,” Marcus explained patiently. “In the meantime, why don’t you pretend your hero is carrying you off to be properly ravished instead of worrying about your damned weight?”

  Devi paused. He had a point. Once she thought past her sexual frustration, of course. She relaxed into his arms. “Sorry. I’m not a very good heroine, I guess.”

  He handled the dark stairs with ease, not even breathless. He turned right at the top of the stairs and entered a tidy bedroom lit by soft track lighting. Peripherally, she got the impression of heavy wooden furnishings and a huge four-poster bed. Marcus looked down at her, his face cast in shadows. “That’s okay. I’m no hero.”

  She slid her palm over his jaw, the slight stubble catching on her skin. “I think you’re doing a pretty good job.”

  Devi caught the hardening of Marcus’s jaw under her hand. “Then your judgment sucks.” With that harsh pronouncement, he dropped her on her feet. She stumbled back. The backs of her knees hit the mattress behind her, and she sat down.

  Since they were both underdressed to begin with, it didn’t take more than a minute for Marcus to kick off his jeans and Jace to skim his boxer briefs down his legs. After viewing them in the buff so many times now, Devi could make out differences in their physiques that were easier to overlook when they were decent. Jace was an inch or two shorter, his muscles lean while Marcus was bulkier.

  In the package department, the twins had been blessed with equally beautiful penises. Man, when she got lucky, she really hit the jackpot. For a second, Devi was overwhelmed with the knowledge that she didn’t just get one of these excellent specimens, she got two.

  On loan.

  Yeah, yeah, whatever.

  “Like what you see?” Jace’s tone was amused and indulgent.

  Devi managed to tear her gaze away from his huge member and smiled teasingly. “Always.”

  “Take off. Your. Clothes.” Marcus’s hands clenched and unclenched at his side.

  She responded to the heat in his gaze and stood up from the bed with a seductive little shimmy. Her shirt and bra she tossed in the same direction as their clothes. Their eyes tracked over the swell of her full breasts, and she tossed her hair. She had damn good boobs.

  When her fingers stroked down to the snap of her jeans, though, she hesitated. Cellulite. Love handles. Dimples. Her bottom and thighs were not her friends.

  Marcus must have mistaken her hesitation for a tease. “All your clothes.”

  Devi shot a quick glance to the overhead track lighting, even less forgiving than her bedroom lamp. “I don’t guess you’d consider turning off the light this time?”

  “Nope.”

  She sighed. “You two are the contrary ones. If I said I wanted the lights on, you’d snap them off in a heartbeat.”

  Jace grinned. “Too bad you didn’t think of that before, huh?”

  Marcus shot her a disbelieving look. “We’ve seen you naked already, did you forget?”

  She squirmed, the air-conditioning cool against her tightened nipples. “I don’t like my butt, that’s all. It’s not attractive.”

  Jace squinted at her and wrapped his hand around his bobbing cock. “Do you think we get this hard for unattractive asses?”

  “Are you serious? I don’t understand women at all. I like your butt. In fact, I love your butt,” Marcus replied emphatically. “If you
take your jeans off, I’ll show you how much I love it. I’ll love it so much, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

  She gulped and unsnapped the top button. “Let’s not get too hasty, here.”

  Marcus walked over until he stood right in front of her. He brushed her hands aside and took over the chore of unzipping the pants. He slid his hands inside the loosened waistband and pushed the jeans down. She wore only the G-string/stimulator. “Too late. You’ve challenged me. I’ll have you loving your ass as much as I do by the end of the night.”

  Apprehension and anticipation danced along Devi’s nerve endings, drowning out the twinge of self-consciousness. As her clothes pooled around her feet, Marcus tightened his hands on her waist, picked her up with little effort and tossed her back on the bed. She bounced once and then settled into the giving mattress.

  Marcus crawled up her body like a hungry cat, the muscles in his biceps and chest flexing. She twined her arms around his neck and drew his head down to partake of his passionate kiss.

  “So sweet,” he breathed against her lips.

  One’s the loneliest number. Two’s company. Three’s a fantasy come true.

  Tequila Truth

  © 2008 Mari Carr

  The rules of Tequila Truth are quite simple. Shots are poured, a question asked, and only absolute truth can be the answer. Kylie Halston has been playing the game with her roommates, Colt and Heath, since their freshmen year of college.

  On his twenty-fifth birthday, Heath poses a question: “What is your ultimate sex fantasy?” While Colt and Heath’s fantasies are too hot for words, it’s Kylie’s sex dream that hits a little too close to home for all of them. Her wish? For a ménage a trois with two men, complete with bondage and a bit of spanking for good measure.

  Colt and Heath are only too willing to make Kylie’s fantasies come true and they make a proposal—one no-holds-barred, sexed-up weekend where nothing is off the menu. The only question is, come Monday, will their platonic relationship survive the passion?