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  “Oh, yeah. Condoms. Lube. Handcuffs.” Ned clicked off the items like he was reading a grocery list.

  Ben swallowed. He glanced back at Heather. She’d gone quiet as they cleared the doorway.

  Ben hit the wall switch for the light. He stopped short of the bed and turned toward her. Cupping her face in his hands, he waited for her to meet his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight that you don’t want. Got that? I promise you.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was small. Timid. Nervous.

  This girl was nothing like the hooker Ned had brought home last night. And if there’d been any blood left in Ben’s brain, he might be forced to think more on that. But as it was, all his wits had left him. His cock seemed to be raring to go, though.

  Ben still held her face, small and delicate, in his hands. The next step seemed as natural as breathing. He leaned closer and covered her lips with his. She drew in a sharp breath through her nose, but leaned into him. Angling his head, he took the kiss deeper, parting her lips with his tongue.

  A tiny sound escaped her throat as she opened her mouth and allowed him access. He took advantage while he pressed one thigh between her bare legs and wished his jeans were off. Crap, even more than that, he wished he’d taken the time to shower. Between eating dinner, then waiting for Heather to shower, and having the discussion on the porch with Ned, there hadn’t been time.

  He pulled back and glanced at Ned, who was pressed against Heather’s back. He’d already bunched up the hem of the T-shirt and was stroking her belly with his hand. Ben could barely tear his attention away from watching Ned caress the silky, flat skin of Heather’s stomach, right above the smooth juncture where her thighs met. All exposed to view.

  He wrestled his mind back to what he’d wanted to say. “We should both go wash up.”

  “Sure thing.” Ned pulled her earlobe between his teeth and then released it. “Maybe we should all go in the shower together. The three of us. What do you think of that idea, darlin’?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded.

  “Good.” Ned pulled the T-shirt up and over Heather’s head, and Ben got his first full view of the wonders she’d hidden beneath the shirt.

  He ran his hands down her sides until they rested at her waist. There wasn’t an ounce of flab on her. She was a little too thin for his taste. He liked his women with a bit of curves on them, but a few weeks of him and Ned feeding her good, hearty food would cure that with no problem. He tried not to think about the likelihood of her still being here that long. He pushed that thought aside and enjoyed having her here now.

  She was tan from head to toe with no lines at all. That was an intriguing concept. As was the fact there wasn’t a bit of hair anywhere on her except for on her head.

  If she got implants, it would be as if the centerfold from the girlie magazine they kept in the bathroom had stepped out from between the pages, live and in person. There was something to be said for the natural look, though. And as thin as she was, she’d look ridiculous with big, fake tits.

  Besides natural, small breasts were supposed to be extra sensitive. He’d read that somewhere. Time to test the theory. He dipped his head low and drew one peaked nipple between his teeth. She hissed in a breath. Ben glanced up and found her eyes closed and her head pressed against Ned’s chest. Oh, yeah. She was sensitive, all right.

  “You keep that up, we’re not getting to the shower anytime soon.” Ned grinned.

  Ned had his hands wrapped around her ribcage. He was probably helping to hold her up, because she looked too into this to be standing on her own. Just from a little nibbling on her nipple. Ben couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when he gave the same treatment to her clit.

  “We’re going. Come on.” There was time for everything. And if tonight wasn’t enough, except for feeding the stock in the morning, there was nothing else they had to do tomorrow except be with Heather.

  Ben led the way, flipping on the hot water before he stripped off his work clothes. He dropped them in a pile in the corner and turned back, naked as the day he was born, but with a bit more body hair. Her eyes were wide as she took him in from head to toe. One certain part in between seemed to hold her attention more than the rest.

  “You all right there?” Ben smiled as his cock bobbed at the attention.

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water.

  Just as naked as Ben, Ned stepped over the edge of the tub. Her gaze traveled to him and his obvious erection. “Come on in, darlin’. The water’s fine.”

  He reached out one hand toward her. She grabbed it, though it took her so long Ben had begun to doubt she would. Time for a distraction, because this girl was a bundle of nerves. There was one surefire way to relax a woman. A good orgasm.

  Ben stepped into the tub behind her and grabbed the soap. “Lean back against me and grab on to something.” She was going to need it once he got his hands on her.

  5

  Ben’s hands, big and soapy, slid down her stomach, all the way to between her legs. Just one fingertip pierced the flesh, touching a spot that nearly took her off her feet.

  “Help me hold on to her so she doesn’t fall.” Ben’s voice vibrated through her back.

  “With pleasure.” Ned braced his thigh between her legs, giving her something to lean against. He wrapped his hands around her waist and dipped his head low. “You feel free to hold on to me.”

  He guided her hand around his length. He was both bigger and harder than Kiernan, the only boy she’d ever been with. But then again, these were no boys. Ben, pressed close behind her, felt that way, too. Thick. Stiff. Big. He slid his length up and down between the globes of her ass. At the same time, Ned had changed from thrusting into her hand to rubbing between her thighs.

  Neither man was inside her, but both were tantalizingly close. One shift of an angle, one push . . . She wanted that with a desire she’d never felt as strongly before. Wanted one or both of them to pierce her. Fill her.

  Heather began to wonder if she and Kiernan had done it right. He hadn’t made her feel one tenth of what Ben was doing to her with a single finger. He began to work her harder, circling the already sensitive part until she vibrated. He reached between them with the bar of soap and rubbed it between her cheeks. Ned’s kiss absorbed the gasp as Ben pushed the tip of one finger inside where no one had ever touched before.

  “Relax. Trust me,” Ben said against her ear.

  She did trust him not to hurt her and tried to relax. She didn’t move as he pressed his finger deeper into her ass, all while working between her thighs with his other hand until her muscles clenched, on the brink of something huge and wonderful. Something she’d never experienced before but knew she wanted to.

  Her breath began to come in gasps and she grabbed blindly to hold on to Ned. His hand covered hers, pressing it to his chest. “Be as loud as you want to, darlin’. We don’t have any neighbors close enough to hear you.”

  When she’d done this before, the hurried explorations in her trailer had been silent. There hadn’t been any time she’d felt the need to be loud, or to say much of anything at all. Not like now. Her next breath came out tinged with a moan. A sound she didn’t recognize as her own. Muscles clenching, she gasped again.

  “Let me help you over the edge.” Ned grasped one of her legs beneath the knee and raised it, then thrust two fingers in her. He plunged them inside, once, twice, and on the third time a loud cry she couldn’t have controlled even if she wanted to tore from her throat.

  She threw her head back against the hardness of Ben’s chest, grateful for the support.

  Ned let out a groan. “I feel her squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

  “I know. She’s squeezing me, too.” Ben’s finger held still and deep inside her as her muscles spasmed.

  They talked as if she weren’t there, but she might as well not have been. She couldn’t think past what was happening to her body. What these two men did to her.<
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  All too soon both Ben and Ned pulled their touch away.

  She seemed unable to form all the words she wanted to say in between gasping for breath. “More.”

  Ned laughed. “Good thing I grabbed these on the way in.”

  She was aware of him putting on a condom, and as he hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, she was very aware of the part of him that plunged inside her.

  Ned’s gaze cut to Ben. “I’m not going to take long at all.”

  “Good.” Ben’s voice was nearly a growl.

  Every stroke of Ned’s cock into her sent tingles straight through her body. She felt Ben’s bulk behind her. He hooked his arms beneath her legs, supporting her weight for Ned, freeing him to move faster. He did, increasing his thrusts until she was a keening, writhing mass. She wanted more, but at the same time her muscles ached, exhausted from clenching.

  A few hard, deep thrusts and Ned’s body tensed. He grunted, his forehead falling to rest against hers.

  “Damn.” Ned shook his head and pulled out of her. “That was a quick one. Next go, I’m taking my time.”

  “Well, I plan on taking my time now. I’ve had enough of this water.” Ben set her gently on the floor of the tub. “How about we dry off and head to the bedroom?”

  Heather knew Ben wasn’t talking about going to sleep. The physical evidence of that was still very evident pressed behind her. That was fine with her. He could do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t ask her to walk farther than the bedroom. She felt boneless, more sleepy and satisfied than she’d been in a long while. The pills the doctor had prescribed for her to take before bedtime had never made her feel this good.

  She’d thought she was tired, until the heat of Ben’s mouth closed over her nipple while he rubbed her down with the bath towel. He tugged, sending shards of pleasure from her breasts, straight down to deep in her belly. Then she wasn’t so sleepy anymore. Parts of her tightened like a bowstring.

  She’d never known a towel could be so sensual, or that drying off was such a turn-on. He wrapped her in the big fluffy towel so she was surrounded by it and him. Ben rubbed her hard everywhere. Even the most intimate places. All the while, his erection bobbed between them, pressing against her when he was close. Drawing her gaze when he stepped back.

  Finally, Ben glanced at Ned in the shower. “You coming?”

  Ned was using the bar of soap to lather his hair beneath the stream of water. Heather didn’t know anyone—male or female—who used shampoo costing less than twenty dollars a bottle, yet not one of them looked as good as these guys who used a plain bar of soap. It was like some surreal alternate universe, and she liked it.

  “In a minute. I wanna shave first. Don’t want my whiskers to scrape up that pretty face . . . or anywhere else.” Ned’s gaze dropped down her body. She had trouble breathing thinking about where else he might mean.

  She squealed when Ben scooped her into his arms. “You’re going to have to deal with my stubble for a bit, because there’s no way I’m waiting to have you long enough to shave first.”

  “It’s all right. I like it.” It made him look and feel like a real man. Heather brushed her fingertip along his chin.

  His eyes darkened as he angled their bodies through the narrow doorway and strode into the bedroom. “Then you’ll like it even more where I plan on going.”

  He dropped her on the mattress with a bounce, spread her legs wide, and crawled in between them. His gaze never left her face as he leaned low. He zeroed in on the most sensitive part of her body and proved his mouth was as talented as his fingers.

  Ben’s tongue and his teeth had her lifting her hips off the bed, seeking more even when she thought her tired muscles might not be able to take it. He scraped his teeth over her, and she gasped.

  “You like that? Feeling my teeth on your clit?”

  Her clit. So that’s what it was called. She’d have to get on the Internet and Google the part of her body that made her feel so good. What else had she been missing out on? She had a feeling Ben could show her. Ned too. Both of them at once.

  “Yes, do it again.”

  Ben’s eyes narrowed. “Gladly.”

  He went to work on her with more than his teeth. He sucked her hard, making it impossible for her to quiet the sounds she made in her throat. Her muscles bore down on the fingers he slid inside her.

  Then he stopped and leaned toward the table next to the bed. He tore open a package with his teeth and glanced back. “I want to be inside when you come again.”

  She didn’t tell him the one time in the shower had been her first and only orgasm, so there was no way she could predict if or when it would happen again. Though if anyone could bring it on, it would be these two men.

  Ben crawled back over her, keeping her frozen in his blue gaze as he lifted her knees and positioned himself between them. It was different from the time with Ned in the shower facing her while Ben was behind her. This time seemed so much more intimate. Almost in slow motion, gently he inched his way inside her.

  “Damn. So tight.” A frown creased his brow, but his gaze never left hers. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

  “I’m okay. Keep going.”

  A small smile curved his lips. “Good.”

  He leaned low and kissed her while sliding deeper inside. The thickness of his arms surrounded her even as the width of his cock filled her. Ben rocked into her with long, slow strokes. Without noticing she had, she realized she’d lifted her hips to meet him. The angle increased the intensity of all the sensations assaulting her. She didn’t know what she was doing, but her body somehow did. It responded to his, tightening around him.

  He groaned in response. He could feel her gripping him. She liked that thought and squeezed harder. Her breathing quickened. So did his strokes.

  Heather felt the pleasure building inside her. Amazing and unbidden. She was afraid to move or change a thing, or the magical feeling might go away. Ben plunged into her faster and she felt it; like tipping over the edge of a cliff, she fell into the pit of pleasure. Her muscles convulsed.

  Ben’s motion intensified until he moaned long and low and held still deep inside her.

  They both lay panting with Ben’s weight pressing her into the mattress.

  Heather heard a noise. She turned her head and opened her eyes. Ned was sitting in the chair across the room, stroking himself, hard and fast. Her eyes opened wider at the sight.

  He caught the motion and stared directly into her eyes. Biting his bottom lip, Ned’s hand moved faster until he grimaced and grabbed for the towel draped over the arm of the chair. She watched as he came, right there in front of her, because he was turned on watching her and Ben have sex. The idea of that excited her more than it should. It was crazy, although she was an actress. She lived for people to watch her.

  Ned blew out a loud breath, his head lolling against the back of the chair. “See what you do to me, darlin’?”

  Ben opened his eyes at the sound of Ned’s voice. He rolled off her, but left his arm draped over her waist. Ned balled the towel up and tossed it to the floor in the corner, then crawled into bed on the other side of her. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep. There’ll be time for more later.”

  6

  Ben woke hard and ready to go, pressed against the soft curve of Heather’s ass. Memories of the night before flooded his brain and his body. The smallest motion of his hips had him moaning from the friction and pleasure. He cracked one eyelid and saw Ned’s hairy arm draped over Heather’s hip as she faced him. Judging by her soft, steady breathing and Ned’s louder, near snore, they both still slept.

  As much as he’d love to slide into her again, he had to take a piss. He should shave, too, since he never got around to that last night. As much as she’d said she liked stubble, it broke his heart to see the red scrapes he’d caused on the porcelain skin of her face. He was far less heartbroken seeing the red chafing on the skin between her thighs. Nothing more attractive t
han the look of a woman who’d been well tongue-fucked. Ben grinned at the memory.

  He took care of things in the bathroom and managed to slip back into bed without waking either of his companions. Ned could keep on sleeping, but Ben had every intention of waking Heather. He slid his hand between her thighs and plunged one finger inside. He heard the hiss even before she rolled toward him.

  “Sore?”

  “Yeah.” Her brow wrinkled in a frown.

  Ben pressed a kiss to her ear. “Then no more playing inside for a while.” He’d just have to get creative. He pressed a fingertip to her clit. “That feel okay?”

  She drew in another breath, but this one was filled with pleasure, not pain. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He kept his voice low, wanting this time with her without Ned.

  Unfortunately, Ned could be an incredibly light sleeper when he wasn’t hung over and there was a hot young thing in his bed.

  “Good morning, darlin’.” Ned groaned and pressed closer to Heather, his morning hard-on already nudging her legs apart.

  “Don’t get any ideas, Ned. She’s too sore for that.” Ben wanted that point made clear right up front.

  “You’re touching her.” Ned sat up and shot Ben a look.

  He pulled his hand away. “Yeah, but I wasn’t doing anything else.”

  “Don’t fight, you two. I’ll be better later.” She sounded adorably half asleep and amused at the same time.

  “I’m sure you will. Maybe a nice soak in a warm tub. Then lots of lube this time because you are so damn tight. Mmm.” Ned’s voice dropped low as his hand stroked down the outside of her thigh. “It was sure nice, though.”

  “Later.” Ben dropped his own voice low as well, but with warning.

  “Later.” Ned grinned and ran a finger over her ass cheek. “And you know, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

  “I always hated that expression. It makes me think of dead cats.” Heather rolled onto her back and wrinkled her nose.