Deception Fantasy

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Fantasy Resort 4

Deception Fantasy Diane Bowman, a dork who blossomed in college, unexpectantly runs into her high school football dream hunks, Trace Turner and Jack DeMarco, at a fantasy resort. Neither man recognizes the beauty, but Diana knows once they figure out who she is, they’ll reject her. To avoid a repeat of that humiliating time, she struggles not to get excited by their incredible stimulation. Trace is totally enchanted by Diana’s exciting rock climbing lifestyle and believes she’s his dream woman. Too bad she wants nothing to do with him. Being rich, Trace’s best buddy, Jack, has led a charmed life. When he, too, falls for Diana, he knows she’d never go for a guy who’s spent the last few years of his life traipsing around Africa and working at a resort designed for sexual stimulation. How can both men motivate her to take a chance on a future together? Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 36,194 words



DECEPTION FANTASY Fantasy Resort 4

Melody S. Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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DECEPTION FANTASY Copyright © 2011 by Melody S. Monroe E-book ISBN: 1-61034-937-7 First E-book Publication: October 2011 Cover design by Les Byerley All cover art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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DECEPTION FANTASY Fantasy Resort 4 MELODY S. MONROE Copyright © 2011

Chapter One “Seriously?” Diana Bowman’s best friend, Sherry, wiped down the wooden bar in front of her and poured Diana a beer. “You’d go to a fantasy resort for four days and let two drop-dead gorgeous men touch you every which way?” “To be honest, the idea is beyond anything I’d ever imagined doing, but the brochure claims if the hunks assigned to any client engage in sex, they’ll lose their jobs.” Sherry huffed out a laugh. “Well, that’s not any fun.” Her friend wiggled her fingers. “Let me see that application.” Diana rotated the laptop to face her. A roar went up as some team scored a touchdown. She waited for the crowd noise to die and leaned closer. “Don’t tell me if a hottie ran his fingers all over your body you wouldn’t climax in a heartbeat. It might not be as frustrating as you think.” Sherry laughed. “You’re probably right.” “Here are my options.” She tapped the right side of the screen. Her friend’s eye nearly bugged out. “Jesus. You want them to use sex toys on you?” “Shh. I’m horny, what can I say? If their cocks had been an option, I might have checked that box, too.” She took a sip of her beer and



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tried to ignore the slight mold scent permeating the sports bar. “After Dave cheated on me, I haven’t been with anyone. This way I get the fun with no emotional attachment.” And hopefully some satisfaction. Sherry furrowed her brows. “You told me you and Christian did the nasty a few times.” “I lied. I didn’t want you to think I was a loser.” Admitting defeat was so not her style. One of the regulars waved to Sherry. “Hey, Sherry. Can I get a beer?” “Give me a sec, sweetie.” She turned back. “Honey, you could never be a loser.” She swept a look back at her next customer. “So, now you’re saying it’s been two years since you got laid? Why? You have tons of men asking you out all the time.” Did she have to announce her failure to the world? She looked over at the man who’d asked for the beer, but he appeared glued to the overhead TV screen. “I hate to say it, but yes, it’s been a long time. I haven’t met anyone I’ve found interesting enough to make love to. Remember, I’ve been busy running my business.” Rationalization had a way of creeping into too many of her conversations of late. “Sure you have.” Sherry shrugged, poured the man his draft, and delivered it to him. She returned a moment later and read more of the application. “You checked bondage, too? That could be dangerous.” “They won’t hurt me, just tease me to death.” Her friend hissed in a breath. “I know I’m the one who’s been pushing you to step out of your comfort zone, but you don’t have to go overboard.” “You know I love you like the sister I never had, but please understand. I need to do this for my mental health.” Being a psychologist took its toll sometimes. “It’s your vacation.” Sherry pumped her fist and smiled. “Go Titans.” “Go Titans? That’s a blast from the past.” She and Sherry had gone to every high school football game and cheered, but only from



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the stands. Diana had tried out for cheerleading every year but never made it, despite being able to do backflips better than any of the other girls. She’d heard she was too much of a nerd to get accepted. Pushing aside the rejection that still stung, Diana tapped the keyboard. “Enter. Done. I’m going.” **** The drive from Flagstaff to the Santa Catalina Mountains located east of Tucson took about five hours. The last part of the drive to the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort up a long, winding road was flanked with tall pines and offered a spectacular view of the desert plains below. Regardless of the serene vista, she had a hard time calming the jitters in her stomach. When she arrived at the resort, she smiled at the accommodations. Tall, white columns flanked an entranceway surrounded by colorful flowers and tall palms. What made this place extra nice was the grand stone fountain in the middle of the circular drive that reminded her of Rome. Now that was a vacation. She parked and was in the process of retrieving her suitcase from the back of her trunk when some twenty-something-year-old man in a blue striped shirt trotted up to her. A hot and sexy man, she might add. “Let me take that for you, ma’am.” Ma’am? That hurt. She was only thirty-two. “I’m Diana.” She was told last names weren’t necessary. Each week, the resort only accepted fifteen guests, and the staff was well versed in who would be arriving and when. They claimed that by limiting the guest list, it made for a more intimate setting, with intimate being the key to this place. A cool breeze blew, sending the sweet smell of jasmine her way. She closed her eyes and inhaled, loving everything relating to the outdoors.



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“Your bags will be in your room. Check-in is to the right.” She smiled and he took off. If everyone were as friendly, she’d come to the right place. Sharon, the woman at the desk check-in station, said Diana was scheduled for a massage first thing, even before going to her room. The elegant woman tapped her iPad. “It helps relax the client before the fantasy truly begins.” “You won’t get a complaint from me.” Her nerves were still taut from the long drive, and having a deep massage would really help. Sharon showed her to the locker room, where Diana changed into a nice, fluffy robe and slippers. Already, she knew her decision to come here was the right one. Her first big question was whether some extraordinary male was about to rub his delicious hands all over her body or would an experienced woman be sent to do the job? “Diana?” Damn. A woman. Oh, well. At the price she paid for this experience, she didn’t think she’d be waiting long before she was whisked away to her fantasy. After an amazing massage, she headed to her room to shower, needing to get the oils off her body. She pushed open the room door with her hip and grinned. “This is huge.” She dropped her stuff on the bed, checked out the view of the front gardens and the distant city below, and went straight to the bathroom. If the main room was nice, the bath was spectacular. The shower alone could hold six people. Maybe some of the women’s fantasies included washing lots of men while being naked themselves. Hmm. Too bad she didn’t think of putting that down on the application. Excited about starting her new experience, she showered quickly, towel-dried, and exited the bathroom, trying to decide what to put on when she met her men. “Hi.” The sexy voice startled her. She stilled. Two beautifully sculpted men stood in front of her,



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turning her mouth dry. While her career depended on her ability to speak to all types of people and assure them of their success, words totally failed her. She held her towel tightly around her chest and hoped it covered her pussy. “I didn’t think you would be here so soon.” Like she knew? The taller of the two smiled. “Sharon should have told you. Anyway, I’m Trace.” He held out a hand and she shook it. Oh my, but his grip was strong and his hands callused, like he worked on a ranch or something. Her thoughts flew back to her high school days. One of her fantasy boys was named Trace, and that wonderful memory made her heart speed up. The shorter, beefier of the two stepped forward and stuck out his hand. “I’m Jack.” She studied their faces to convince herself she was wrong. Jack still had the bump in his nose from when he’d broken it in during the final football game of the season, and Trace’s forehead scar from when he’d gotten in a fight over some girl was just as prominent. Shit, shit, shit. What were the odds? Zero, but they were in front of her, real as life. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be. Surely her high school crushes would recognize her. She waited for them to cringe or something, but all they did was exchange glances, looking like they’d won the lottery. Apparently they didn’t remember her. That wasn’t a big surprise. Back in high school these two didn’t seem to know she existed, so why would they identify her now? If she’d been in a Flagstaff Prep T-shirt, they might recall seeing her in the halls, but being wrapped in two towels made her unrecognizable, she guessed. For that she was thankful. Not to mention the fact she was about thirty pounds lighter, had had a nose job, now wore contacts, and went by her middle name instead of her first. She also hadn’t seen these two jocks who’d turned her world upside down in over fourteen years. “I’m Diana.”



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Please don’t remember me. Double shit. Her fantasy had been to be “captured and ravished” by two men, but she never expected to find these two. How had she even thought she wanted to give away total control of her life for five days? Was she a complete idiot? Don’t answer that. She had a PhD in psychology and was supposedly intelligent, but at the moment she acted like the nerd she was in high school. Could this get any worse? Trace moved closer. “I’m so glad you came dressed for the occasion.” His cheeks dimpled, and she swore there was a glint in those pretty robin’s-egg-blue eyes of his, almost as if she were their prey. “Jack and I are going to fulfill your every fantasy.” He moved another two inches and her insides nearly exploded. They’d already filled her dreams every night for four years during school. They were the superstar football players, and she was the school’s valedictorian. The two just didn’t go together. “I hope so.” Run. Now. Get out while you can. But did she? No. She stared at two hunks who were more sexy now than they were back then. Their shoulders were broader, and she bet their abs were more defined, too. From their swagger and stance, they appeared a lot more confident, which would make it harder to resist their charms. Trace moved back and opened a bag she hadn’t seen before. He pulled out a soft-looking velvet rope. Her heart raced and her muscles froze. Yes, she’d signed up for bondage, but there was no way she’d let these two men see her naked. That just wasn’t going to happen. “Would it be okay, boys, if we did this another time?” Shit, her voice wobbled as if she was some kind of wuss. Maybe she could ask Sharon to exchange these two for another set.



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“Sugar, we promise you’re going to love this. Every woman who comes here is a little shy at first.” He nodded toward his partner in crime. “Jack, why don’t you pour a glass of that red for us. It’ll help this sweet little lady here relax a bit.” He had to be kidding. To them Laurel Diana Bowman was a dog and a loser, not some sweet little lady. What a bunch of liars. Jack handed her a glass. “Here ya go, darlin’.” And where did that “darlin’” stuff come from? They might have grown up in the West, but the cowboy vernacular had never been part of their vocabulary. She should have walked out, but given she was wrapped in two towels, one for her body and one for her wet hair, she had no place to go. In two gulps, she finished off the sweet liquid. Trickles of warmth spread from her belly straight to her pussy, the last place she needed heat to pool. “Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to change.” Good. She sounded more confident. “Oh, no you don’t, sugar,” Trace said. “You’re paying good money to have us take control. You know you want our hands on your hot, sexy body.” His brow cocked, daring her to deny his allegation. He was right, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell them that. Too bad she’d imagined them running their hands over her heated skin for years, just not under these circumstances. They’d humiliated her back in school by ignoring her. If she let it slip who she really was, they’d laugh first then be appalled. Before she could stop them, Trace lifted her hands away from her body, and the towel slipped to the ground. Their eyes widened. She wanted to scream, to rip her hands from his grasp so she could cover her breasts and her oh-so-bare pussy, but no muscles moved. Incapable of thought, she let the two men ogle her. She glanced to their crotches. They both had huge hard-ons. Oh, shit. Now what?



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Chapter Two “Oh, sugar,” Trace said. “We’ve never seen anything so fine cross our paths since we’ve started working here, have we Jack?” His sexy grin almost reached his ears, and her stomach somersaulted. They were the ones who were fine. “Fuck no.” He walked behind her as if he intended to reach around and touch her exposed breasts. Prickles of excitement, mixed with a lot of trepidation, covered her body. She wasn’t sure how to react. Wait a minute. They truly didn’t know who she was. Not that it mattered. She couldn’t handle them touching her. That would dredge up too much disappointment over what could never be. Reason intruded, and she tore her arms out of Trace’s grasp. Her movement made her weight shift, and she tumbled against Jack’s chest. Oh, my God. His pecs nearly made dents in her skin. He grabbed hold of her arms to steady her, and every cell in her body exploded, sending images of them in bed, of them loving her, accepting her, wanting her. Get real. That’s never going to happen. Ever. Jack did reach his arms around her, but instead of fondling her, he planted both hands on her hips, searing the skin. He led her backwards, away from Trace’s focused gaze. Her knees hit the bed, and she dropped onto the comforter. It was as if he’d put a damned spell on her, and she couldn’t break away from the smoldering look in Trace’s eyes. Jack took her hand and wrapped a velvet strap around her wrist. She jerked her attention away from Trace, turned toward Jack, and stiffened.



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“What are you doing?” Dumb question, but those were the only words able to get out of her mouth. Trace stepped to the other side of the bed and magically produced an identical tie. He managed to hook the velvet onto her wrist and tie the other end to the bedpost before she realized their ploy. Stop! In her dreams, this wasn’t how it was to go down. Jack and Trace were supposed to tell her they loved her before tying her up. And then they would have wild monkey sex. The bed dipped on both sides as they sat beside her. Without a word, Trace ran a finger down her cheek, once again paralyzing her. He lifted her shoulder-length hair and twirled the blonde strands in his fingers. “You have such soft hair.” He inhaled, his nose close to her cheek and his lids closed as if he were savoring her spirit. Dave never took the time to play with her hair, let alone comment on its softness. She couldn’t think. Jack had moved to the end of the bed and was dragging his hands up and down her calves, intensifying the fact she was totally naked and very vulnerable. Trace’s blue eyes shone brightly, and he smiled as he leaned closer, his lips half an inch from her face. “You have the cutest nose, you know that?” He leaned back and dragged a finger across the bridge of her nose. “I love the spray of freckles across your face. So fresh and sexy.” Who was this man? He hadn’t been the type to sweet-talk any woman, not when every breathing female threw herself at him in high school. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Fourteen short years ago, he’d laughed at her big nose and told her if she wore foundation to cover those sunspots on her face, she’d look better. She couldn’t remember even one compliment he’d tossed her way. So what had she seen in him? Why had both of these men starred in her mental movie every night? Maybe it was the fact they made her insides melt just looking at them.



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Truth? Acceptance. If he and Jack had liked her, so would the rest of the class. How sad was that? She glanced down to find both her ankles had velvet ropes around them and were tied to the opposite bedposts. She was spread-eagle and hadn’t even been aware of being moved. A huge lump lodged in her throat. The foreign sensation of being helpless nearly undid her. Words failed to form. “Trace,” Jack said. “Have you ever seen such a sweet pussy?” She wished she hadn’t gotten the full Brazilian, but Dave said it made her sexier. After he left, she kept it up for sentimental reasons, hoping the cheater would come crawling back, but he never did. Trace pulled back her shoulders until she met resistance with his chest. She melted against his strong, protective muscles. She’d never leaned on a man, had built her business by herself, but at times she wished she had someone to confide in, someone as strong as Trace. Jack jumped on the bed between her legs, his gaze focused solely on her bare mound. Uh-oh. Now what was he going to do? Sweat formed on her forehead from both men’s nearness. She tried to cover herself, but the bondage prevented her from moving more than a few inches. She had slack, but not enough to plaster her palms over her breasts. Trace wrapped his arms around her and stilled her hands. The presence of skin on skin made her sizzle. Not good. “Sugar, relax. Trust us. You’re going to have a good time.” His sweet breath caressed her cheek, and she savored the delicious words. For a few seconds she almost believed him. Oh, my God. Weren’t they going to stick with the house rules? She might have given in to her urges if these two particular men hadn’t been the ones so close to her body. Jack inched closer, his breath pouring over her pussy. Don’t even think of going there. He looked up at her, and his gaze made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life.



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He reached out a finger, lightly touched the top of her pubic bone, then drew small circles above her opening. “You are remarkable. Your naked pussy makes you look like a virgin, Diana, but you are too damn sexy not to be highly experienced. Do you like to fuck a lot?” The dirty words, along with his finger, shot sparks through her whole body. “No.” His eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or else she didn’t want to acknowledge what he was thinking. “I mean, yes, but only if a man turns me on.” Did I really say that? With his index finger and thumb he separated her pussy lips. Her world exploded when he blew on her. Every muscle tightened, her gaze on his movement. His thumb drew a line from her clit down to the bottom of her pussy, dipping in her opening for only a moment. His action made her breath catch. Time stood still as anticipation made her heart race. His finger traveled up again and landed on her clit. Now her breath completely died in her throat. Never had she experienced anything so thrilling. Jack DeMarco, no, the Jack DeMarco, almost had his finger inside her, poised over her most sensitive spot. This might be the closest she’d ever come to having sex with this amazing man. So what if he’d only been a boy when she’d seen him last? As if Trace wanted her attention, he leaned closer and kissed her neck, his lips soft and sensuous. She sucked in a breath as he trailed more kisses over her collarbone. Her nipples hardened, waiting for his fingers to touch her, but his palms lay flat against her flushed arms. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he said in a dreamy way, as if he couldn’t believe any woman could be so soft. This couldn’t be happening. Not to her, not to Laurel Diana Bowman, geek and nerd extraordinaire. She expected to wake up any minute, fully dressed with no one else in the room. While she’d never been more turned on by their seemingly devoted attention, she understood if she let loose, she’d basically be giving them power over



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her. She’d be at their mercy. Again. Set up for disappointment. No. She prided herself on being the queen of mind control. It was time to show them what it was like to want something and not get it. On her application, she stated she wanted to reach climax after climax without having sex with them. How would they like it if they failed at what they thought they were good at? All’s fair in love and war, right? Her years of building an emotional shell around her heart came to the forefront. She could do this. Maybe. Trace’s lips suddenly captured her breast at the same time Jack plunged two thick fingers inside her. She forced down the impending gasp from escaping. Acting indifferent would take all her strength and determination. For all the unnoticed girls in the world, she had to hold back. Jack looked up, his lids half-closed. “Your pussy is so goddamn wet. I can tell you’re loving this.” He spoke the truth. His finger slid in and out with ease, surely coating his fingers. “I think it’s only wet because it’s so hot in here.” Had her hands not been tied, she would have fanned herself. No way would she tell them she’d never been this stimulated in her life. His jaw slackened. “This doesn’t feel good?” Before she could answer, Trace leaned around her and gently bit her nipple, nearly sending her over the edge. “It doesn’t feel bad. I can take it or leave it.” She deserved an Oscar for her superb acting. From the speed with which they fingered and sucked her, both were trying to make her come. Jack pressed her legs further apart as he snuggled closer, and his hair brushed against her inner thighs. She always imagined touching him and running her fingers over his scalp, not to mention a few other places, too, but she needed to refrain. Their intensity increased. Go Titans. This was so much better than any football win. When Jack’s tongue penetrated her inner walls, she almost died. “I heard that, Diana. From the way your belly is fluttering, your



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climax is building.” She didn’t answer, and Jack went back to work on her now needier-than-ever pussy. She drew on all the hurt and snide remarks growing up to calm her excitement. She would not climax, would not show how much their attention affected her. So hard to do. So hard to do. Waves upon waves of glory washed over her. Every dream was coming true, yet she couldn’t be free and let them know what they did to her, now or before. Hold back. Don’t give in. Not yet. As if they had some secret signal between them, they sat up. Her eyelids popped open. “Why did you stop?” Damn. She should have just thanked them for their time and said good-bye. “You want us to continue?” Jack rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit, and she squelched the urge to jump. “No.” They’d know that was a lie. “I wouldn’t mind letting you try, but I am tired. I think I’ll order in some dinner, do some reading, and then hit the hay.” Trace moved from behind her and joined Jack at the end of the bed. Relaxed beyond description, she fell back onto her elbows without Trace’s support. “You can honestly say that experience wasn’t amazing?” Jack’s brow pinched. “I mean, it was okay, but the earth didn’t move or anything.” She looked up at him through her lashes, praying he’d buy her story. “Darlin’, then we need to try harder.” She wasn’t sure if he was talking about their efforts or hers, but before she could figure it out, Trace scooted to the end of the bed, elbowed Jack out of the way, and leaned over her. He sucked hard on her swollen pussy as he spread her legs to the max. Her nipples still



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tingled from where he’d pleasured her. Trace’s tongue raced all over her opening, and she could have sworn liquid seeped out of her. He moved quicker than Jack, but she liked it just the same. “I’d give it a rating of three on a scale of one to ten.” How she kept her voice even, she didn’t know. Trace took a break and looked up. He shook his head. “Well, sugar, I have to say I’m stumped.” The bulge in his pants seemed more pronounced than when he started. While her ego was stroked to know they were turned on, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them how much they’d almost made her weep for joy. “Maybe I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow.” She waved her hands and wiggled her feet. “Would you mind untying me?” Both glanced at each other and had her free in a few seconds. She desperately wanted to close her thighs and cover her too-large tits, but she didn’t want to show them how much they’d put her out of her sexual comfort zone. Trace’s jaw hardened. “You are a very bad girl for holding back, you know.” “Me?” Because she didn’t swoon like every other woman? Trace returned to the head of the bed and pulled her over his thighs, facedown. No way was he going to spank her. She wiggled, trying to get away. She failed. The first smack came quickly. “Ouch.” She wasn’t acting this time. “That’s right. It should hurt. You are such a tease.” What could she say? She had been. He spanked her again and heat spread over her ass. The quick shot of pain somehow turned erotic. Another slap came and her damned pussy moistened even more. Why was this happening? “Jack,” Trace said. “Hold open her thighs.” What? She tried to hold her legs together, but Jack moved behind her too fast. He grabbed her thighs high and spread apart her legs. The AC clicked on and blew over her wet pussy, lighting up her lower half.



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The next slap sent the heat straight to her pussy. How could she like being punished? Two more slaps were followed by Jack’s tongue on her clit. She clenched her butt, the thrill so intense. “Your ass is so red, darlin’. You are too sweet. I could eat you for hours.” Trace laughed. “What you really want to do is make love to that apple-cheeked ass of hers.” This time her intake of breath was audible. They wouldn’t dare. Dave had begged her to have sex that way, but she’d always said no. Good girls didn’t do that. “You got that right, but we have to warm her up first.” He ran a thumb around the outside ring of that tight muscle. “No. Please don’t.” The pressure from his thumb disappeared. “I’ll stop for now, but I promise you, you’ll be begging me for it.” That was never going to happen, though the thought of his big cock inside her, filling her to the max, excited her. “You like it better this way, darlin’?” Jack plunged two thick fingers inside her then pulled them out before she was ready. “Hey, Trace. Diana has really been holding back. She’s wetter than a flower after a heavy shower. I’m thinking she likes being punished.” He patted her butt. “I’m betting she’s going to like the sex toys we have for her, too.” “Oh, yeah,” Trace said. She imagined he was grinning. Damn him. A hard smack followed, and her thoughts raced to what Jack had suggested. Instead of another smack, Trace lifted her up and sat her on the bed. “Tomorrow, darlin’. Be ready bright and early. We’ll come up with something for you, we promise. We want you to dream of having something really big snuggled up your pussy and in your back door.” He winked. Though they looked like they knew it was only a matter of time



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before they succeeded, she almost felt sorry for them. If they knew who they’d been dealing with, they’d probably throw up. She convinced herself she’d saved them from the humiliation. As soon as the door closed, she raced off the bed and drew on her robe. My God, nothing like this had ever happened to her. She ran over to the phone and called the front desk. “Sharon speaking.” “Sharon, this is Diana. Is it possible for me to change my fantasy?”



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Chapter Three Diana awoke early, her night tumultuous. Her body thrummed from all the touching, and her imagination had gone wild, leaving little time for sleep. Guilt assaulted her for even imagining making love to two men at the same time, but the way Jack acted when he mentioned having a ménage told her that would be his fantasy. She had to admit, the more she thought about it, the most tantalizing it became. Then again, sex was forbidden. Surely, no one would fault her for using her imagination. After pondering their actions all night, she had to admit, both men were more mature than when they were seniors in high school. Back then, they were the cool jocks, very smart, but did as little work as possible off the field. Their big goal, besides winning games, was seeing how many of the cheerleaders they could have sex with. She didn’t recall either of them actually dating any one girl for long, but going through a string of women, one after the other. Their motto must have been “get in quick and leave just as fast.” These were the kind of men she always fell for. The ones no one could keep. What bothered her about this whole situation was whether she should be holding this hang-up of hers against these guys after such a long time. They probably had changed, despite the fact they were working at a place focused solely on sex. If she were fair, she’d have to say they never had been mean to her on purpose. The fact both had asked her to write their English papers at one time still rankled. She’d jeopardized her chance at an Ivy League education to help them. They both earned As on the papers, but did they do more than thank her? No. They smiled, said she was the best, and then ignored her when



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they passed her in the hall. She was young and foolish, but no more. Trace and Jack represented all the hurt heaped on her growing up, and teaching them a lesson might be the best thing for them. Okay, it might be cathartic for her, too. She’d worried enough about them and she needed a good workout to get her head on straight. A swim would help exorcise them from her mind. After eating a nice breakfast outside, she dove in and swam over to a chained-off lane to do laps. The water was warmer than she was used to in Flagstaff, but it was still refreshing. Only two others shared the large, Olympic-size pool. She stroked hard and fast to the end, then did a precise tuck and roll before heading back the other end. After twenty laps, she treaded water on one end, her elbows resting on the pool’s edge, while she caught her breath. Another two dozen people were either in lounge chairs to catch the day’s rays, eating, or socializing. Most of the tables were taken up with one woman meeting two or more men. She couldn’t imagine being tempted by three men. She had her hands full with her duo. A chair scraped then clanged on the Kool Deck at the far end of the pool, and a plastic glass bounced and pinged. “Shit.” A woman, about forty and rather plump, must have tripped, sending her drink to the ground. She stood there staring at the spilled drink. Before Diana could get out of the deep end and help, Trace and Jack ran over. They must have arrived when she had her face in the water, doing her laps. Trace picked up the downed chair while Jack seemed to be consoling the woman. Wow. That wouldn’t have happened a few years ago. Not wanting to be noticed, she ducked under the water and held her breath, trying to sort out her conflicting thoughts. When she emerged, the woman was seated and apparently mollified. That was nice of them to come to her rescue.



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High heels clacked toward them. “Trace and Jack. Yoo-hoo.” Some early-twenties redhead who possessed big boobs, a small waist, and legs longer than hers came out of the side door and waved to them. The men met her halfway. She had to be five-ten, even though Trace and Jack towered over her. The beauty queen greeted them and laughed, and then they laughed. It made Diana want to puke. Trace reached out and grabbed the woman to his chest. An ugly sickness attacked Diana’s belly, which she refused to call jealousy, but it was the same feeling she had when these two tried to pick up the popular girls in school. Didn’t they see the woman only wanted them for their bodies? Okay, she wanted them for their bodies, too, but at least she thought they had something of merit to say. Or was she rationalizing again? Was she making excuses as to why these two seemed to want this girl instead of her? She thought back to their time together. When they weren’t being typical high school boys, Jack, late in his junior year, had talked about wanting to fight world hunger, but she wasn’t sure if that was a ploy to make him sound like he had more to offer a college than his skill as a wide receiver. His grades had never been great. She’d heard he came from money, something to do with ranching, but he never talked about horses or cattle, so she’d chalked it up to rumor. Trace had always been more aggressive than Jack and often was the first to get in a girl’s pants, even if he and Jack were vying for the same women. Often the girls would tire of him quickly, or so she’d heard. She figured it was the fact Trace came from a family who told him to suck it up and offered no sympathy, even when he’d cracked his ribs during a game. Not being surrounded by love had to affect a person growing up. His family was also poor, which might be why Trace spoke of running his own business one day. Guess that never panned out either. The image of Trace alone by his locker, staring off into space,



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formed in her mind’s eye. At times, he wore the saddest expression. Diana had contemplated asking if he needed a hug, but she never had the courage. The rebuff would have been too much. The woman’s lilting laugh drew her attention back to the threesome. Now the woman had her arms around Jack’s neck and was planting a big kiss on him. From the way his hands crawled over her back, he liked the attention. Well, damn. And here she thought he might be attracted to her. The woman pulled away, reached out and squeezed Trace’s balls, smiled, and sashayed away. They laughed. Instead of going back to their conversation, they faced the direction the redhead had taken and watched her. Diana’s blood pressure rose. Hadn’t she hired them for five days to think only of her? Shit. Duped again. **** Jack leaned over to Trace and cut the mental line to Charlene. “She doesn’t compare to Diana, does she?” “You got that fucking right. All she wants is to get into our pants. But after yesterday, I’m tempted to do her just to get rid of my blue balls.” He adjusted his crotch. “We can’t get near Diana for a lot of reasons.” They’d both spent the night drinking, trying to figure out what to do with the sexy siren who’d turned their job on its end. Jack nodded over Trace’s back. “Uh-oh. Look who’s coming our way. It’s Sharon.” “Shit. I hope she isn’t here to lodge a complaint from our vixen.” “We did exactly what Diana asked.” Though from the way she dismissed them yesterday they must have disappointed her in some way. Trace shrugged. “I know, but there was something reserved about her. It was like she wanted to let go but couldn’t.” “I liked that about her. There’s so much we could teach her. I



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think we could make a positive impact on her life if only she’d let us.” The click of Sharon’s heels halted their conversation. “Hi, boys. I got a call from your client.” Her name’s Diana. “She has a complaint?” Jack’s gut soured. “No, but she wants to change her fantasy.” His hands fisted. “To what?” He loved touching her, teasing her, and trying to bring out her inner slut, which he was sure she possessed. “She doesn’t want you to touch her anymore.” Trace jerked his shoulders forward. “What the fuck?” Sharon held up a manicured finger. “She wants you to make her climax without making physical contact.” Jack looked at Trace. “How the hell can we do that? We’ve tried every trick in the book yesterday, and nothing worked. And we had our hands and mouths all over her.” His friend shook his head. “I tell you, she was lying through her porcelain-white teeth.” “Maybe.” Sharon smiled. “I’m sure you two will figure something out. Remember, at the Sensual Pleasures Resort, we never disappoint a client.” Like they hadn’t heard that before. “Have a good one.” Jack dragged a hand through his hair, wishing now he hadn’t cut it so short. “Now what do we do?” Trace stared ahead for a moment. “How about the old feathers routine?” “You think?” “You heard Sharon. She said no touching, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use other devices to excite Diana. Let’s head to the sex store and see what other titillating devices we can come up with.” All he could think of was a butt plug for her sexy ass. He’d bet his ranch she’d never let anyone take her that way before. To get her used to the idea, they needed to stretch her out. ****



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By the time the two men arrived later that afternoon, Diana had already had a glass of wine to help take the edge off her nerves. Not wanting to be accused of being a tease, she’d dressed in jeans and a baggy T-shirt. “Hey, darlin’.” How would they handle the new rules? Putting such restrictions on them almost made her giddy. For the first time ever, she had the upper hand. Both wore low-slung, nicely fitting jeans, and tight shirts. Could this get any better? Her pussy clenched. Stupid body. She blinked, trying to erase the look of awe from her face. Trace stepped forward, his gaze running up and down her body. “Oh, no, sugar. This will not do.” He lifted the baggy T-shirt from her body, careful not to touch her. That wasn’t what she expected, but she could hardly complain. He hadn’t broken her new rule. Sharon’s visit at the pool must have been about her new request. Jack moved in. “I think you need to visit the resort store. That plain white bra needs to go in the trash.” Now that hurt. She’d just purchased the new underwear. Sure, it was plain, but for once, her boobs didn’t spill out over the cups. “Is that right?” “Yes, but for now we’ll be happy with you wearing nothing.” She wondered how they were going to accomplish that, given the circumstances. “Strip.” The command came from Trace and made her want to obey, but only on her terms. “I’ll take off my bra if you take off your shirts.” Where had that come from? While she wasn’t shy anymore, she’d never been the sexually aggressive one. This might not be a fair exchange, but at least she’d get two pieces of eye candy for the price of one.



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They lifted their shirts and discarded them. Wow. Neither had a lot of chest hair, just like she liked it. Each had a sprinkling over their nipples, along with a tantalizing line down to their waistband. Hot didn’t come close to describing them. “Your turn, sugar.” She did as he asked and unhooked her bra then let it dangle over her finger for a moment before dropping it to the carpet. “Now the jeans.” Trace’s forehead pinched, looking way too serious. She hesitated for a moment, trying to decide how much to give in. Aw, hell. She was dying to know how they thought they could excite her. Were they going to stare her into getting her hot? It might work. She shucked off her shoes and lowered her jeans as slowly as she could, making sure to wiggle her ass. That motion was probably lost on them as her butt was facing the other direction, but it was too late to turn around. Trace waved his fingers. “Now the panties. We’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all night long.” They had? Tingles pulsed between her legs. She didn’t mind admitting it. She had gotten wet thinking about getting naked with them watching. Damn Jack. He would have to lick his lips, as if their “plan” would work. Well, she’d show them that nothing they did would turn her on. This time she turned her back to them, slipped her thumbs in her panties, and eased them over her hips. Too bad there wasn’t some music in the background. She would have swayed and lingered. Two of her girlfriends had taken a pole dancing class and had begged her to join them. Now she wished she had taken them up on their offer. “Darlin’, you’re making me crazy showing me those cheeks of yours. You know what I want to do with you.” Oh, God. All night long the image of the three of them entwined danced in her head. She couldn’t erase the gleam in Jack’s eyes the



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moment Trace told him to open her bottom wide. She spun around to face them and stepped out of her panties. No use inciting a riot. Jack smiled and closed the gap between them. “I want to dip my cock in you right now and fuck you silly.” She wanted that, too, and nearly caved. Maybe she shouldn’t have changed the rules so at least he could probe her another way. “To do that, I’d have to touch you, which is against the rules.” Trace glanced at Jack. “I’ll get the stuff.” Stuff? A shiver traipsed up her spine. He disappeared out the door and returned a moment later. He opened a brown grocery store bag and pulled out a blindfold. Uh-oh. With too much confidence he strode over to her. “Lie on the bed. We have some surprises for you.” He winked, and her stomach tumbled. She wasn’t sure she could handle them doing things to her without being able to see them. If only she could be indifferent, she could handle the situation so much better. “I like surprises.” As long I can maintain my composure. She fluffed the pillows and sat down, awaiting further instructions. She didn’t like the fact these two were able to walk in a room and immediately take charge. Hadn’t her new rule thwarted them in any way? “Turn your back to me.” Trace stood over her. More commands. She was game, unless they touched her. Trace placed the cloth over her eyes, blocking all light. This wasn’t part of her plan, but she was a big girl. She cleared her throat. “But I want to watch you.” Losing her sense of sight would make her more vulnerable to these enticing men. Maybe they’d relent. She could force the issue and rip the blindfold off, but then she’d come across as a bitch. “Oh, sugar. Not being able to watch is the whole point. The loss of sight will add to the sensations. Trust us.” She could have sworn



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his cowboy accent took on a Southern edge. This one time she’d go with it. “Fine.” He tied a knot without touching a hair on her head. So far, he obeyed the rule. “Now be a good little girl and stretch on out so Jack and I can see your sumptuous body.” Sumptuous? He’d never used that word in high school. Without saying anything, she slid down on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands or how wide she should keep her legs, so she just relaxed, hoping they’d think she did this sort of thing all the time. Too bad her heart was racing and her heated blood sent pulses between her legs. Ripples of desire raced to her nipples, which were surely standing up waiting for their undivided attention. “Ready, Jack?” “Oh, yeah. For starters, I’m going to make her pussy weep.” How were they going to do that? “Trace, do you think she can even handle our big cocks? She looks kind of tiny.” She never thought dirty talk could be so exciting. It was just talk, right? Her first instinct was to shoot back a retort about needing proof they were as big as they claimed but then decided that would be asking for trouble. She’d drool for sure, and if they actually let her touch their cocks, they’d know for sure she was a fraud. However, nothing in her new contract said she couldn’t touch them. How would they like it when the tables were turned? Ooh. This was going to be so much fun.



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Chapter Four Diana squirmed on the bed, urgently awaiting their next move. The damned blindfold prevented her from watching their expressions, which would tell her so much about them as adults. She shouldn’t have agreed so quickly to their plan. Unless they used handcuffs, they wouldn’t be able to tie her to the bed like yesterday. Having her hands free so she could touch them when she wanted gave her newfound freedom, assuming she could find them with her eyes closed. Something light brushed against her shoulder, and she mentally tried to analyze what it was. It definitely wasn’t a finger. It was too silky. Then a similar soft sensation began around her ankle. She sorted through some items in her mind but couldn’t place what they were using to drag along her body. The light touching continued for about a minute or two, slowly building the tension in her body, even in places where they hadn’t yet explored. Her muscles began to move with the flow of the object until her hips swayed. This wasn’t good. They were experts. Trying not to express her interest was proving impossible. Aw, hell, she’d never last if they kept up the easy, sensual movements. Suddenly, they both stopped and her body tensed. As if on some cue, material was dragged under each ankle and a knot tied on top. Both her legs were spread apart really wide at the same time, stretching all of her to the max. They must have tied her legs to the bedposts, because when she tried to close her thighs she couldn’t. “Easy, darlin’. We had to open you up like this. We wanted clear access to your virgin pussy. Trace and I have some great plans for her.



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And you.” Plans? She swallowed. “I’m hardly a virgin.” She put as much bravado into her tone as possible. She’d only slept with two men in her life, though she refused to consider herself inexperienced, and she certainly was not virginal. “Hmm. When I asked if you liked to be fucked yesterday, you hemmed and hawed. We figured you hadn’t been with many men. Don’t worry. Trace and I will take care of that.” A strong shiver grabbed her belly. “How are you going to do that? You can’t touch me.” Jack laughed. “We have our ways.” Before she could figure out what he meant, the same light material traced a line down her wet slit. She tried to tighten her thighs to stop the assault, only to remember the ties. As if the two men were silently signaling, her wrists were encircled with more material. She supposed she could have yanked free, but being at their mercy made her wetter. They dragged her arms over her head and secured the wrists together. They gave her enough slack to move them a little, but not enough for her to lower her arms by her side. “Sugar, just lie back. Let go of all your worries and enjoy the thrill.” His voice came out soft and smooth, like a trickle of water over a pile of rocks in a stream. The mattress over her head sank, and a hint of sandalwood floated over her. Trace was taking the helm. Something hard drew a path from her throat down to her nipple. The crest hardened again, as if begging to be sucked or plucked. She regretted her changes of plans. Right now, she’d loved to be taken in his mouth, but she refused to admit she wanted them. “What is that?” “It’s just a feather.” Just? He better not be lying. Jack, who was probably in direct sight of her pussy, swirled two feathers across the soles of her feet, causing her toes to curl.



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“You like that, don’t you, darlin’?” He would be the kind to enjoy tickling her. “Yes.” Might as well be honest every once in a while. Though if she really wanted to speak her mind, she’d tell him to move up along her thigh and stimulate her poor, lustful pussy. His ministrations finally did move higher, thank God, but the feather went too slow, as if it was an old leaf floating down a lazy river, twisting and turning at the whim of the wind. Sometimes Jack would drag it in a straight line and sometimes he’d move the damn thing around in circles. The tip of the feather was harder than the ever-so-light after-feather near the base of the hollow shaft. Anticipation built as he edged up along her inner thigh. As easy as it was to get lost in the building thrill, Trace seemed to be doing his damnedest to draw her attention to what he was doing. Instead of the tip of the feather, he would use the hard, rounded shaft to poke, prod, and draw circles around the tip of her hardened nipples. Her back arched for more contact. “Sugar, if there’s something you want us to do, just tell us. Hey, Jack?” “Yeah?” “Can you smell her? Is she ready yet?” Even she could smell her sex perfuming the air. They had to know she was ripe for a climax. Jack had been right about her being wet. Despite the overwhelming evidence she was turned on, she wouldn’t say it out loud. Giving them control would defeat her need for revenge. Maybe revenge wasn’t the right word, but she wanted to show them how wrong they’d been to ignore her all those years ago. Her thoughts were so uncool. Grow up. Maybe she was being childish, and she wanted to prove something to someone, but with the way they were treating her now, it was hard to stay mad. Jack’s feather returned to her wet opening, and an electric jolt shot through her veins. Oh, God. He must have known how she was



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affected since he had the nerve to tap her clit with the hard end. She moaned. Damn him. “Finally, darlin’. I was beginning to think you were frigid.” Her fists clenched. “I am not frigid.” Dave thought she was, but that was because he sucked in bed. “I’m not so sure. You don’t seem overly eager to have us.” What did that mean? “You know I can’t have sex with you or you with me.” “Don’t be so sure.” “What does that mean?” “Sugar, we’re going to show you instead of tell you.” Her defense mechanisms shot to high gear. “I can take whatever you have to offer.” Trace chuckled. He was so close his breath caressed her right nipple. Goose chills rose, and her pussy cramped. God, what these men were doing to her wasn’t fair. It was high school all over again. Now she’d never be able to rid them from her dreams. Jake must have seen her mouth firm up because he did a double assault on her clit by using two hard, hollow shafts. Back and forth, he rubbed and rubbed until her breaths increased. “Trace, I think she’s ready. She’s spewing juices.” “All right then. You know what to do.” He did? Her body tensed, waiting for the next wave of passion to take hold. Something large and hard nudged her opening. “What are you doing?” She liked it, wanted it, but how unfair would it be if they broke the rules? “It’s not me, darlin’. It’s not nearly as big, nor as flexible, but it’ll have to do in a pinch.” Did he have a dildo? She’d never used any kind of sex toy before, even though she often was desperate for the stimulation. There was something about her being the manipulator of the toy that took away from the sensual pleasure. Jake pressed it further into her. “Wait,” she cried out.



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The motion stopped. “Did I hurt you?” His concern tugged at her heart. “No. It’s too big. I don’t think it will fit.” “Too big? Darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet. We need to stretch you. I knew you were tight, and so sweet, so virginal.” There was that damned word again. Dave never commented on her being tight. Maybe her two ex-football players were unusually large. Yikes. Jack twirled the fake cock around until he worked it all the way into her. Her walls stretched, and she couldn’t help but suck in a breath. “That’s right, darlin’, let the climax come.” No. She couldn’t climax in front of them. They’d laugh. Trace increased the speed of his movements, brushing each of her nipples in a frantic motion, as if the speed would hasten her excitement. “Darlin’, we are at our wits’ end over what to do with you. Now just relax.” That command was impossible to obey. Something smooth, slick, and hard nudged her bottom. Confusion assaulted her. “Lift up your sweet ass so Jack can do you right.” Alarms went off in her head. “Jack, what are you going to do?” “Not me, exactly, though I wish it were me. Do what Trace said and lift up. You’ll like it, I promise.” She already loved the dildo in her pussy. How much more could she handle? She understood what they had planned, but she trusted Jack. Lifting her hips, she tried to relax the best she could. One of them slipped a pillow under her hips. “This is to make you more comfortable. Now give me a sec while I lube up this silver plug for you.” Having no idea of its size, she automatically tensed. “Sugar, if you don’t relax, it might not feel good.”



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She forced out a breath and unclenched her butt cheeks. Jack touched her tight hole and pressed in a little. He pulled the fake cock out almost all of the way before pushing it in again. The dildo glided in easier this time. He made short, hard pumps as the toy pushed far against her womb wall. She bent her knees, trying to take in more of him, but he took that opportunity to ease in the metal object, which sent her off in a new direction. Having both objects inside her at once overwhelmed her. “I’m too full.” “I know. It takes a bit to get used to it, but love it, darlin’. Embrace it and let go,” Jack crooned. Jack pushed and pulled until she was completely embedded with the toys. Never had she experienced anything so carnal in her life. Gone was the idea of pretending she wasn’t affected. No one could resist this double assault. As if not to be outdone, Trace turned the feathers on their ends and pressed the hard shaft against her nipples. The sensation took her over the edge as her bundle of nerves exploded along every inch of her body. The pounding on one end and hot breaths and pressure on the other did her in. Finally, she broke and screamed as the orgasm took over her body. The men didn’t stop until her body went limp. She lay there, catching her breath. They eased out both objects, untied her arms and legs, and slipped off the blindfold. Bereft from the eviction, Diana tried to sort through what just happened. She didn’t want to open her eyes to see their I told you we could do it smiles. “Did you have to stop completely?” Okay, she’d been reduced to begging them. “We’ll be happy to bring you down slower in the future, sugar.” Both men dragged the soft barbs of the feather over her stomach and along the inside of her thighs. She eventually opened her eyes.



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Instead of grins, the men were solemn. “Is something wrong?” “No, sugar. We were worried about you, that’s all. We kind of feel sorry that it took you so long to give in.” “Yeah, well, that sometimes happens.” At least they hadn’t gloated. “I think I need a shower.” She’d say anything to get away from their teasing. “We’ll wash you.” Her mind spun. “How? You can’t touch me.” Even if they watched, they’d find a way to tempt her. “For starters, we can watch you touch yourself. We’ll get almost as much enjoyment seeing as touching you. Do you think you can get a rise out of us?” What a great idea. She smiled. “Is that a challenge?” “Absolutely. You know we’ll be harder than a steel girder, but can you make us break?” She refused to ask them to define breaking, but she bet she’d know it when she saw it. “No doubt about it.” Did she sound arrogant or what? She hoped they realized her rules didn’t prevent her from touching them. The image of something wicked came to mind. “I need to make a quick call. Why don’t you warm up the water?” They returned her smile with grins. Little did they know what was in store for them. **** Trace couldn’t believe his luck. His balls were so hard he thought he might embarrass himself by coming all over the tiled bathroom floor. Diana would probably win the bet, but he didn’t care. Now all they needed was Diana. “What’s taking her so long?” Trace asked. The hot water had already steamed the whole room.



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They could hear her humming in the bedroom, so she hadn’t ditched them, and she didn’t sound like she was afraid of being with them. Jack shrugged. “You think we should get her?” “Give her a minute. She’s up to something. Standing naked, waiting for her, was not the norm, as it was their client who was usually the one without clothes, but Diana had somehow managed to tap into his better side, a side few ever saw. Even him. The door swung open, and he exhaled. Diana was wrapped in a robe, carrying a green cloth bag. “What you got there?” He tried to sound as if the contents didn’t matter. “You’ll see.” She grinned, opened the bag, and pulled out a can of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. He couldn’t believe she was willing to have them make a sundae out of her body. His cock hardened even more. “Jack, we are going to have us a good time.” “Fuck, yeah.” Diana dropped her robe and stood there gloriously in the buff. Jesus, she was one fine woman. He and Jack had worked at the spa close to a year and had never gotten this lucky before. Or had become more frustrated either. When Jack double dipped her, his cum had leaked out and almost made a mess. Watching her face transform to one of ecstasy made him harder than the steel plug in her ass. He couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind with these goodies. Trace took the chocolate syrup from her hand and squirted it on her tits. She jumped back. “Trace, that’s not for me.” She grabbed the bottle out of his hand. “That’s what you think. I can’t wait to eat the whipped cream off your luscious tits and from that dripping wet pussy.” “That’s not going to happen.”



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“Don’t be so sure.” He grinned and could see her sexy smile emerge. She dragged a finger across her chocolate-drenched nipples and sucked on her finger, long and hard. “That’s not fair.” She knew damn well how sexy that looked. The tease would pay. “I get to make up the rules, so behave.” She swirled another finger around her nipple and licked it clean. Jack shifted his weight, clearly in agony from the erotic gesture. His own balls tightened, almost to the point of being painful, wondering what she had planned for them. Trace wasn’t sure about Jack’s experience, but he’d never gotten a blow job from a client. Not that it wasn’t allowed. It just was never part of the client’s fantasy, until now, he hoped. “Come on, Jack, let’s get in the shower so Diana can get on with her torture.” Her cheeks dimpled as she dragged her gaze over them, stopping for a long while at their hard-ons. She followed them into the shower and stood across from them, inches from the flowing water. She dropped her head back and let the water cascade through her hair. Damn, she made him hot. Hotter than he ever remembered being. If he believed in love, he’d claim he was smitten. This fabulous woman was something else. She gave it right back at them. Now there was a woman of his dreams. “Sugar, you are a tease, but we can handle anything you give us.” One more lie, but he’d say anything to have her hands on him, caressing his ready-to-burst cock. If he came all over her, then so be it. He was a big enough man to admit she’d bested him. Too bad his need to fuck her grew with every second that passed. He just didn’t like the sinking feeling of being helpless that went along with the excitement. If either of them did have sex with her, they’d lose their jobs. He didn’t mind, really, but the Center for Abused Women would. After



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his dad regularly beat up his mom, Trace promised to give what he could to those women in need. Too bad Mom died before the Center could help her. “Are you ready?” She had a wicked glint in her eye. “You can do me first, sugar, so Jack has time to get mentally prepared for the assault.” Jack punched him in the arm. “You saying I’ll come too fast or something?” “I didn’t say anything about getting excited.” Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m going to do my best to make this an outstanding experience for both you boys.” He liked how she tossed their lines back at them. But did she really think they were boys? He grabbed his dick. “Have you ever known a boy with a cock this size?” Her brows rose, and her hand stilled. Then she had the nerve to laugh. “No. But don’t get defensive. It’s a compliment to be called a boy. It means you have a hard body and a youthful appearance.” She had a point, but he didn’t totally buy her claim. With her body glistening, she picked up the chocolate bottle. Without saying a word, she swatted away his hand and grabbed his dick. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest. Her fingers held him lightly, as if she didn’t know how much pressure a man could take. The thought she knew less than she let on made him hotter. With her thumb on her other hand, she flipped off the cap and aimed the bottle over the head of his cock. He adored this woman. There was something about the way she responded to their touches that made him lose his mind, and now she was going to return the favor. She squeezed the plastic bottle and closely watched the chocolate drip over the mushroom-shaped head and down his shaft. There wasn’t any need to hold his cock upright as it was standing to attention by itself, but he wasn’t going to complain. Only when some chocolate dripped on her hand, did she release him.



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She giggled. “I need a towel to kneel on.” Yes! She wanted to give him a blowjob. He inwardly groaned. She stepped into the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and turned off the water. Diana folded the towel in front of him and knelt down. His balls hardened thinking about her tongue wrapped around his cock. Jack shoved him over a step. “I want a better view.” He stepped behind her. His friend definitely got a good view of her fine ass. Trace bet he could guess where his friend’s mind was. Sure enough, Jack picked up a bar of soap and winked over her back. Wouldn’t Diana be surprised when her wet pussy and her fine ass got a washing. “Now for the good part,” she said. While the whipped cream was cold, it was worth anything to see her bubble with such joy as she squirted his rock-hard cock with a cloud of white. She placed the can on the floor, leaned over, and began licking. She took forever to eat through the top layer. When her sweet tongue reached his cock, he almost jumped. While she worked her magic, it was her delicate fingers at the base of his dick that drove him crazy. She’d press one way, then the other, to balance her tongue from tilting his cock too far, as if that could ever happen, given how hard he was. The moment her tongue made it through the gooey mess, she moaned. Dear God, he wasn’t sure he could stand there without dragging his hands through her hair. Her mouth suddenly engulfed his cock, and he stiffened. She pulled off. “Did I hurt you?” “No.” His voice came out sounding strangled. She went back to work, only this time, she cupped his balls while she sucked. He’d never had anyone give him such a wonderful blowjob. The woman was a natural. When his dick reached the back of her throat, she moved up and down a few times then pulled away. He slapped the side of the wall. She glanced up and smiled.



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Damn her. She knew exactly what she was doing. “I’m still hungry,” she said, her words coming out breathy. She dribbled more chocolate over the top and licked her way down to his balls. He sent a silent plea to Jack. He wanted to punch the SOB’s smug look off his face, but Trace knew Jack would be in a world of hurt in a moment, too, when she did him. Jack waved the bar of soap and Trace nodded. He was so close to coming, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself for his loss of control. She seemed totally unaware that Jack had dropped behind her. When he dragged the soap between her legs, she squealed and whipped around, landing on her butt. “What was that?” Jack grinned and held up the soap. “Look, you still got chocolate on your titties. I thought maybe I would help wash you.” He turned his mouth down into a frown. “You need an anatomy lesson if you think my tits are between my legs.” She giggled. “You’ll pay for that, cowboy. Hold on. I’m almost done with Trace.” Thank God. When he thought her touch couldn’t get any more electrifying, she filled her palm with some fruity-smelling goo from the soap dispenser on the wall and lathered it on his cock. “I don’t want you leaving here all full of chocolate.” No, couldn’t have that, could we? Using two hands, she rubbed his cock up and down so many times, he was positive he’d never been so clean. With each stroke, his pulse increased and his cock grew harder, if that was possible. When she cleaned his balls, it took all of his strength not to turn her around, bend her over, and slide his soapy cock into her virginal pussy. It might be worth the job loss to take her one time. No. If he had her once, he’d want her again and again. “Don’t you think it’s time to torment Jack?” he pleaded.



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She took the handheld showerhead and rinsed him. He swore she held it closer than necessary so the pulses would be hard and sensual. “You want to switch places?” Boy, did he ever. Thank God she hadn’t planned on washing all of him. He was positive he would have lost it if her hands had touched every inch of him. Trace slid along the wall to move behind Diana as Jack took his spot. The view from here was almost as enticing as watching her breasts sway with every pump on his cock. She proceeded to make her sundae out of Jack’s dick. Trace enjoyed watching his friend’s face contort as Diana ate her way downward. At first Jack’s arms were by his side, but he ended up supporting himself on the wall and glass shower door. Trace worked hard to hold in a laugh. He stepped to the side to watch her tits sway. To get a better view, he knelt behind her. What he would give to drive two fingers up her pussy and feel her walls swallow his hand. For the next ten minutes, she reduced Jack to an eighteen-year-old. He’d groan, puff out his chest as if he was using all of his control not to succumb, then dance right, then left. His fingers turned white pressing hard on the tiled wall. “Enough, darlin’, unless you want to eat a different kind of cream.” She sat back. “I wouldn’t mind, but I think I’ll let you stew for a while.” What a cock tease. She stood and set aside her instruments of torture. “Now, I need to wash. You’re welcome to watch if you want.” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sugar.” She motioned for Trace to stand next to Jack. She took the chocolate and squirted it all over her tits. “Oh, my, I spilled it.” She would pay. He wanted to suck those hard little peaks so bad, but he’d lose control for sure.



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She swiped the tips and tasted the chocolate again. If she put whipped cream on her pussy, he’d have to dive in. No man could last watching her do that. Diana put down the bottle and dipped her hair under the faucet again. Her large, syrup-covered tits stuck out like muddy headlights in the fog. She soaped her hair and lathered it up. The chocolate dripped down her belly and flowed over her pussy. This was torture. He didn’t have to look at Jack, for he knew what his expression would be. While he’d showered with many women, watching Diana twisted his insides. She filled her palms with soap and washed her tits, but not with her hands as one should, but with one little finger at a time. First, she swirled it around her nipples, then dragged it along the sides of her breasts. If that wasn’t enough, when she finally made it down to her pussy, she took extra care to wash both inside and out. “So much chocolate. I’ve made such a mess.” All the while, she moaned. “Diana. You are being cruel.” Trace wanted to jack off while watching her, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Yes, they were hired to do just that, but she was asking too much of them. Standing by and doing nothing was not his style. Then she did the unspeakable. She turned her back to them, bent all the way over, and pretended to wash her feet. Her entire cunt was open, vulnerable, there for the plucking. Jack groaned and grabbed his cock. Trace didn’t want to be there should Jack break the rules. Instead, he slammed open the shower door, grabbed a towel, and walked through the bathroom to the bedroom. He gave himself a cursory rubdown, tossed on his jeans and shoes, and stalked out of the room with his shirt in hand. He hated that she’d driven him to this level of desire, but she’d be sorry for her actions. Just you wait.



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Chapter Five Diana had never had a more exhilarating day. The power gained from watching her two men squirm was worth everything. She woke up a few times last night grinning, remembering how they’d practically writhed in the shower when she played with herself. To tell the truth, she was surprised after Trace’s outburst that he was willing to go into the wilds with her for an overnight, but he said since she loved camping more than anything, he agreed to go. “Hey, guys. All set?” Jack beamed. “You bet.” They’d dressed for the hike, thank goodness, and looked hot enough to eat. She let Sharon know where they were headed so no one would worry when they didn’t show up for dinner. Sharon opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here’s a pass for that area. Don’t forget lots of water because there’s none on top of the mountain. The resort has a few spare sleeping bags and some camping gear, if you need anything.” “We could use a few extra things.” Diana always had her gear with her, but they’d need a poled tent if all three were to sleep together, along with a stove and few other group gear items. Once they gathered the equipment, they headed outside to her Jeep. “I’ve got all my outdoor gear already packed, so I’ll drive.” It felt good to be in charge again. “I’ve got ropes, carabiners, harnesses, and some prepackaged dry food and water.” “Yum.” Jack grinned, but Trace’s pinched brow and his solemn expression told her he was going to be uncommunicative today. Oh, joy.



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“It’s not bad tasting, really.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Have either of you been rock climbing, other than at some indoor place?” “No,” they both said in unison. “No problem. We’ll take it easy.” “We don’t want easy.” This came from Trace, whose purposeful stride and roaming gaze told her his head was spinning. It didn’t take her degree in psychology to know what bothered him. Maybe she should demand he drop trou in the parking lot before they began their adventure. That way she could suck on his cock and massage his balls until he came, which might help ease his sexual frustration a bit. Knowing Mr. Macho, though, he would deny he’d been turned on and that he didn’t need any pity. So, instead of granting him the release, she kept quiet, not wanting to get into a pissing match she was sure she’d lose. Trace and Jack loaded the resort gear into the back of her Jeep. “Where we headed?” Jack said as he piled into the back, leaving Trace to sit next to her. Great. I got to ride next to the solemn one. “Mt. Lemon. It’s not far up the mountain.” “Cool. We’ve both skied it.” She bet the more than nine-thousand-foot mountain that soared above the Sonoran Desert was quite different in the winter than in the early fall. “One of my former workers, Teresa, moved down here. I contacted her this morning, and she suggested where we might find some good climbs.” “You sure you know what you’re doing?” Jack had appeared to be the more nervous of the two. “Yes. I own an adventure company that takes executives into the woods and teaches them to climb, boulder, and do other trust exercises. It’s safe.” “You do that?”



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She loved the surprise in his voice. “Yes. I started my company two years ago. It’s been fun, as well as a lot of work, but I have four full-time employees who help guide the longer trips for me.” She pulled out of the lot and headed up the road leading to the top of the mountain. She shook her head to clear it. Somehow in the short span of time she’d been at the resort, they’d wormed their way into her heart even more than they had years ago. While it was exciting to have this new adventure with them, in forty-eight hours, she’d be gone, and they’d be assigned to yet another woman to do wonderful things to her. Sometimes life wasn’t fair. While she was still with them, she was determined to find out what made them really tick outside the resort environs. Her goal for the next two days was to see how well these men did climbing a hundred-foot wall of solid rock. Would they balk when confronted with the vertical slab? Be scared? Or do their best to master one of nature’s obstacles? She knew she was probably being ridiculous holding her frustrations against them, but the only way to get over her prejudice was to learn about them as grown men. Nothing exposed a person’s inner self more than taking him out of his comfort zone. When she’d first recognized her two fantasy men as her fantasy men, she was angry she’d ended up in this situation, but as she got to know them, she realized they’d changed. By how much was the real question. Gone was the arrogance of being super popular high school jocks. They both exuded the same confidence and sexiness as before, only now it seemed natural instead of pure bravado by two eighteenyear-olds. They passed only a few cars on the road, which surprised her, given it was almost November, perfect camping weather. The only hitch to the trip was that they couldn’t light a campfire in the dry wilderness. The warmth and crackle of the flames had a way of opening up a person, making him let down his defenses. The darkness would give them a chance to gaze at the stars and talk, though. Really talk, about why the men were at the resort and where their paths had



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taken them after high school until they got their current jobs. The rules of the resort would still be in place even in the open air, but she planned to test their strength of character nonetheless. Less than twenty minutes later, she parked when the road ended. Two campers sat in the lot. Trace rolled out of the passenger’s seat. “How far’s the hike?” “I can’t be sure, but from what Teresa said, maybe two hours. Can you handle that?” The high altitude wouldn’t bother her. Flagstaff was just as high. Trace pulled on his backpack with ease, keeping his gaze away from her. “We both played football in college and ran sprints twenty to thirty times in an afternoon and never got tired. We can handle a little hike.” She didn’t want to remind them that ten years had passed since that time. “Good. I’ll lead.” Usually, she’d check behind her when she hiked with beginners, asking them if they were drinking enough water and inquiring how their feet were holding up. She figured Jack and Trace would begrudge any mothering on her part, so she walked in silence, breathing the clean air, enjoying the warm sun on her face. She’d taken rough notes as to where the good sites were located. She told her friend she wanted a place that would provide good climbing and rappelling, but also where they would spend the night. The hike was more difficult than she thought from the way her friend had talked, climbing over boulders and scrambling over small rock faces, but she enjoyed getting to stretch and test her achy muscles. To their credit, neither man complained, and both kept up the pace with ease. She took out her compass a few times to make sure she was headed in the right direction. “I think Teresa told me the good climbing site was off to the right.” Jack came alongside her. “Don’t know how you can tell, darlin’. All the rocks look alike.”



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She laughed. “They have different colorings and shapes, but what looks more red than tan to one might not be to another. We can have a snack break as soon as we get to the rock face.” They trudged forward for another few minutes. When she hiked around the end of the boulder, she found her ideal spot. “It’s perfect.” Jack shielded his eyes and glanced upward. “It’s tall, all right. And straight up, too. You sure we should be climbing that?” She smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be wearing climbing shoes. You’ll think you’re Spider-Man with those puppies on. Besides, we’ll be tied in harnesses, so we won’t fall too far.” His eyes widened while Trace looked calm. She took off her pack and got into her climbing gear. “I need to scale the face to secure the rope on the top.” The two men glanced at each other as if it would take a super human to climb straight up. “You need help?” Trace straightened his shoulders, acting as if scaling the cliff was a man’s job. She hid her smile. “I’m good. You two break out the cheese and crackers. I shouldn’t take too long.” After checking she had her bolts, carabiners, rope, and pitons, she headed up the rock face, stopping every few feet to secure a bolt, allowing her to thread her rope through the loops for safety. She was about forty feet up when she heard the men chuckling. Looking down might not be smart, but she had to see what those two were up to. “Nice ass,” Jack called up. The harness that was strapped between her legs pulled her shorts high. “Thanks.” Her bottom involuntarily clenched, remembering the feel of the cold steel plug that had wiggled inside her. The way Jack moved the metal in and out had made her pussy so wet. She needed to focus or she might slip. That would really put a crimp in the day’s activities.



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She sobered and continued up the near vertical face. Fortunately, there were lots of places to slip her fingers into the cracks and hold on. When she reached the top, she secured herself to a large bolder and rested. The view was breathtaking of the desert below. Jack and Trace looked small, but their gaze remained on her. She waved. So as not to keep them waiting while she came up with another diabolical plot to tease and torture her, she drove in her anchor and tied off her ropes. The fun would now begin. Adjusting her harness and tugging on the ropes to be sure they were secure, she backed down the mountain, pushing off the rock to rappel. She could almost feel their gazes pierce her body, causing her to lose her focus. Fortunately, she reached the bottom without incident. As soon as her feet hit the ground, both men grabbed her waist, as if she was going to fall. She turned around and smiled. “I’m good.” She nodded to the empty packages. “You leave any crackers and cheese for me?” “Yup.” Jack reached behind his pack on the ground and produced a few premade ones. She gulped them down. Food always tasted better outside. “You ready for some climbing?” “I want more than that.” Trace reached his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. From the smoldering look in his eye, he might not stop there. From behind her, Jack snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body. Clearly, he enjoyed watching her climb the rock, if his hard cock was any indication. “What’s going on?” She wanted to ask what happened to the no touching rule, but their hands excited her too much to ask them to stop. Jack nuzzled her neck then slid his hands up to her tits and squeezed just as Trace pulled her close and kissed her hard and with passion, as if stealing a kiss was more important than breathing. He leaned back for a moment, his eyes hooded with desire, then traced his tongue along the seam of her lips. She didn’t want to give in, but being sandwiched between these two men melted her. It was as if she



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were in a dream, falling and falling, and she couldn’t wake up. She opened her mouth to explore Trace, but his tongue dipped into hers first and captured her mouth. Sirens went off in her head, but she didn’t want the kiss to stop. Ever. Jack’s erection continued to dig into her back, and his hands remained pressed tightly between her and Trace. Common sense intruded, and she pulled away. “I’d like nothing better, men, than to continue exploring our sexual side, but how about if we delay the instant gratification for after we’ve climbed?” By then they’d be too tired to do anything. Trace jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “You’re the boss.” Like he believed that. His pullback surprised her, given the strength of the kiss. While he was the aggressor of the two, she’d never remembered him being this moody for so long. “Ready for your lesson?” She forced her tone to be light, when she was anything but happy about the way Trace had reacted. Donning her professional shield, she had them put on their harnesses while she picked out shoes for them. Next, she demonstrated how to tie the figure-eight knot from their harness to the top rope. “I’ll belay you both until you’re ready to go over the top.” Jake stepped back. “Trace, you go first.” “No problem. I’m not afraid.” His comment implied Jack might be. Now there was an interesting twist. Sexually, Jack didn’t seem afraid of anything. Trace held his gaze for a long moment, shrugged, and leaned his palms against the rock. “Now, remember to plant your toes and push up. If you slip, I’ll break. You won’t fall much.” Trace said nothing as he spent time deciding which foothold was best. Usually, she’d give guidance, but with Trace, she thought it better to let him figure it out, especially given his bad mood. While he didn’t race up the mountain, he did a fine job reaching the ledge near



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the top without any incident. “Good job.” She couldn’t remember an executive doing any better. “It’s beautiful up here,” he shouted. She was happy his voice held a bit of awe. He’d probably seen the land below many times in the winter, but this time of year was a special time in the desert. “Turn around and rest a bit. We’re in no hurry.” He flipped over, laid spread-eagle on the rock, then crossed his arms and looked up toward the sky. She bet he thought the world had stood still. She understood how exhilarating it could be when you’re one with nature. After a few minutes, Trace turned around and mimicked her technique as he climbed down. In no time, he was on the ground. “That was something else.” “I’m glad you appreciated it. You really did well. You have a natural sense of where to place your feet, and your balance is excellent.” He looked at her and held her gaze, almost as if he wanted to see if she were lying. “Thanks.” He untied the rope from his harness and handed the end to Jack. “You’re up, buddy.” Trace’s mood had improved considerably. Perhaps he’d forgotten their kiss already, or else he realized why she’d had to push him away. Or it could be as simple as the fact he enjoyed the success of the climb. Some psychologist she was. Jack was more tentative than Trace, but Trace shouted out possible places for his friend to plant his toes. These two men had an easy rapport, as if one’s success affected the other. At the top, Jack spent less time admiring the view and came down quickly, looking relieved he’d lived. She clapped her hands. “Who wants to go next?” Jack grunted, but Trace got right back up on the rock. This time he cut his time in half. When he returned, she patted him on the back. “Very impressive, cowboy.”



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He moved closer. “I deserve another reward.” Watching his muscles flex as he climbed up the wall had made her pussy wet. “What do you have in mind?” He pulled her to his chest again and kissed her, this time at a more relaxed pace. Her hands pressed against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she melted into him. His hands reached behind her and grabbed her butt, squeezing slowly as if he couldn’t wait to lick her pussy and make slow, delicious love to her. Stop daydreaming. “Hey, hey. What’s a guy got to do to get another climb?” She and Trace broke apart and laughed at Jack’s complaint. They spent another few hours finding new paths up the slab. She checked her watch. “It’s getting a little late and I’m starving. Let’s climb to the top with our packs and set up camp. I’ll leave the rope here for when we come down.” Jack went up first, slipping a few times with the added weight, while Trace was a natural, scampering up with no help from the rope. She followed. “Teresa told me of a campsite not far from here where it’s rather secluded.” Jack stepped closer. “Do you think we’ll be the only ones up there?” “Most likely.” He dragged a finger down her cheek. “It gets real dark here at night. There’s nothing much to do but snuggle, darlin’.” He winked and her pussy contracted. “We’re still on resort time, you know.” She was implying no sex, though who would know? She wouldn’t tell. These men had grown on her way too fast. They were no longer the shallow boys she knew in high school. The rock climbing demonstration had proved that and more. “You take all of the fun out of camping.” Jack winked. She laughed and led them down the trail. Within fifteen minutes,



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they found a good spot to set up their tent. The sun was setting, and they needed to put up the tent before they lost the light. Jack took off his backpack. “How about I make dinner?” She stopped. “You know how to cook?” “Do I know how to cook? Are you kidding? I spent two years in the Peace Corps and taught the Yangatum natives a thing or two about food and hygiene.” “You actually spent two years trying to save the world?” He’d been serious about helping others. Who would have believed Mr. Jock would follow through? “You don’t have to look so surprised. I have goals. I care about the environment, about the people.” She’d almost blown it by reminding him of his yearbook quote. “That’s great.” **** Trace wanted to stay around and watch the sexiest woman alive put up the tent, but he had to take a leak and clear his head. It would be easy to zip open her sleeping bag tonight and get a taste, but where would that get him? He doubted she’d complain if they had sex. Hell, from the way she let him explore her mouth at the base of the cliff, she wanted it as much as he did. In fact, he bet she’d be good with a threesome, given how well she accepted the two sex toys. He’d never seen anyone take to them so fast. “I’ll be back in a sec.” “Sure.” She smiled and his cock hardened. Pines, firs, and scrub dotted the landscape, so finding a place to be by himself wasn’t difficult. His life seemed to be at a crossroads. He’d steeled his heart against finding someone to love his whole life. His father’s abuse of his mother made him fear he’d be the same way. While he’d been considerate and relatively gentle with his women, none had turned his insides out like Diana had. There was something



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about her that reminded him of his past, of how grand things used to be before Dad started to drink and turned violent. Trace took a leak and was heading back, when he thought he heard someone or something cry out. His body went on full alert. The sound didn’t come from the direction of the campsite. It was probably a bird. As a kid, he often heard peacocks cry, sounding like they were calling for help. He’d never seen any up here, but he’d never come at this time of year either. A path led further west. He followed it for a bit until he came to the edge of a ravine. He looked out at the setting sun. Peace descended on his soul. He loved the mountains and the clean air. He didn’t miss the big city, where the hustle and bustle tightened every nerve. There. It was that sound again. He stepped further down the ledge and stilled. Someone was down there in the basin. It was a small figure curled up on the ground. His breath hitched at the memory of that terrible time that had gone so terribly wrong.



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Chapter Six It was happening all over again. When he was in Iraq, there’d been a girl in need. His fingers tingled as his gut clenched. “Hello?” The person didn’t move. Shit. The path down was steep. Without shoes and ropes, the sheer decline might result in him falling, but he was willing to try if it meant saving her. “Can you hear me?” he shouted, hoping the prone person was merely sleeping and wasn’t in need of rescue. He called a few more times while he mentally figured the safest way down. Feet sounded behind him on the path. Diana and Jack raced up. She nearly collided into his back. “What happened? I heard you yell.” Trace pointed at the prone figure, and her body tensed. “Oh, my God. I need to get down there and help her.” He grabbed her arm. If anything happened to Diana, he’d never forgive himself. “I’ll go.” “No. I’m trained. I can’t afford to have you get injured, too.” She made sense, but his need to atone was great. “Jack. Call 911. I’ll go back to the Jeep and lead them up here. They’ll never find their way without help.” “On it.” “Stay with Diana and see that nothing happens to her.” He faced her. “Jack kept up his medical certification. I never got around to it. He’ll be more of use to you.” “Great.” She could use the help. “I need to collect a sleeping bag to keep the person warm until help arrives, along with some water and medical supplies.”



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They all rushed back down the path to the campsite. From her bag she pulled out a roll of orange tape. “Trace. Label a tree each time you come to a fork. It’ll be pitch-black by the time the rescuers arrive and bring a flashlight.” “I’m good. I spent two years in the service. I’ll be careful.” “Wait.” She dug a hand in her pocket. “Take the keys. You might need to drive the car.” “Good thinking.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Take care.” **** The softness in Trace’s voice nearly undid her. He cared not only for her but for the injured person below. A bit of her heart would always be devoted to this man. The moment Trace was out of sight, she refocused. Jack and she rounded up gear in a controlled rush. She didn’t have to issue a single command. He seemed to know exactly how to handle the emergency, moving quickly and with purpose. When they got back to the tall cliff, she made sure her pack was secure and began the slow descent down. After a half a minute, rocks pinged off her helmet. What the? She looked up. Jack was partway down the cliff. “Jack, you can’t come down here. You aren’t experienced enough.” Though he had seemed to master the art of climbing in just one afternoon, this slope was tricky even for her. Too bad she hadn’t brought more rope, which would have made the descent safer. “I can help you.” She could use a calm head, but it wouldn’t do any good if she got stuck down in the ravine with one more person injured. He appeared anxious to help, and given he was more than halfway down, climbing back up wouldn’t be any safer. “Okay, but go slow.” She didn’t need to add further warnings as he took care to look before he stepped.



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Once at the bottom, they ran to the prone figure and knelt by the girl’s side. Diana lightly touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?” The light shake brought a moan. Good. She was conscious, though barely. “Can you tell me your name?” No answer. Crap. Jack held the girl’s head steady while Diana set her light on the ground and did a full body scan for blood. He’d probably been scared shitless climbing down the steep decline, but he never gave up. Hell, she’d been scared, and she did this kind of thing for a living. “Find anything?” he asked a moment later. “Other than some scrapes and bruises, all her external cuts have dried.” “Doesn’t mean there isn’t internal damage. Can you tell if the mechanism of injury was due to the fall?” She looked around. “I don’t see a helmet, and I didn’t find any cuts on her scalp, so maybe she didn’t come down the way we did.” “I don’t see any other entrance.” His logic made sense. “Maybe she tripped over a rock or passed out from something else.” She ran the light over her scalp and face again to make sure she hadn’t missed something. From her smooth skin, the girl looked about sixteen. “Check her leg. Looks like her femur is broken.” It was at an anatomically incorrect position. “You’re right.” She checked for a distal pulse. “I can’t find any. Damn.” She’d have to traction it into position to make sure blood flow wasn’t impeded. “I’ll help you roll her over. On a count of three. One, two, three.” Together, they smoothly got her on her back. “Good thing she’s unresponsive. Otherwise, the poor thing would be screaming in agony.” After carefully repositioning the leg, the girl moaned, whether due to increased pain or relief, she didn’t know. “We need to splint that leg for when we move her,” he said. “I’ll



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see what I can find.” She loved how he rose to the occasion, not complaining, but doing what he needed to be effective. A strong, cool wind blew across the small ravine. At nine thousand feet, even in late October, it got cold. Diana pulled out her sleeping bag and placed it over the girl’s body. To keep the victim’s head from moving, she put rocks on either side of her face. They might not be comfortable, but given the victim could have fallen, she didn’t need to be thrashing about. She took the girl’s vitals and noted them, along with the time in a small SOAP notebook she always carried. Less than ten minutes later, Jack returned with several long, straight sticks. He held up some cut saplings. “We can use these to tie the splint together.” “Good thinking. I always carry duct tape, too.” Between the two of them, they worked in unison, securing the split. When they finished, she sat back on her heels. “It’s the best we can do for now.” The girl moved a bit, but the rocks held her head steady. “Let’s see if we can get her to drink something,” Jack said. The fear in his voice tore at her soul. Since when did he learn to care so much for others? First he joins the Peace Corps, and now he’s willing to risk his life for someone he doesn’t even know. People changed. She had, and so had the men. “Let’s try not to move her too much. Dribble some water in her mouth,” she said. The girl managed to swallow a bit of the liquid but not enough to hydrate her. “How long before help arrives, do you think?” he asked. “If we’re lucky, they’ll use a helicopter. Hold this.” She handed him the water bottle and dug through her pack for her flares. She always kept two for emergencies.



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“Sweet. You are a Girl Scout.” His tone held admiration. “Never know when you might need them. She checked her watch. “Trace left about an hour ago. It’ll take him that long to get to the car. If he’s able to convince them to bring in a chopper, when we hear an engine, I’ll light this flare.” “You’d think her parents would be out looking for her.” “Maybe they are, or the other campers she must have hiked with. No one would come alone unless they were running away.” Diana took another set of vitals before settling down to wait. “Same as before. That’s good.” She stuffed her book and pen back in her pack. To get her mind off the patient for a while, she changed her focus to them. “So, tell me about Trace. What was he like as a kid?” She kept one eye on the girl. The sun had finally set and the scant remaining light illuminated part of his face. His eyes widened. “We’re sitting under this beautiful sky, and you’re asking me about Trace?” She sighed. “I figured you wouldn’t want to talk about yourself. I was trying not to be nosy.” “In that case, I’ll tell you the whole story, since we grew up together. We attended high school in Flagstaff, and then played football at Arizona State.” She knew that. “Very cool. Then what?” “As I mentioned, I went into the Peace Corps for two years, while Trace enlisted in the army.” She wasn’t surprised he’d enlisted. She bet Trace would have a lot of tales to tell about his experiences if she could ever get him to talk. “Did you like the Peace Corps?” This was a dumb question, but she didn’t want to give away the fact she cared about them or that she’d tried to find out what happened to them over the years. “Yes and no. It was highly rewarding but also frustrating. Seeing so many people suffer can leave a permanent mark on your soul.” He was a kind man. “And after the Peace Corps?” “I went into business with Trace.”



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Now there was a surprise. “Doing what?” “We started an online dating site called Findamate.com.” Two of her friends used that site. “Wow. What happened?” Surely, they weren’t involved in the business today. The girl moaned, but she settled quickly. “We sold it. Got a good deal, I suppose. After we left, the company pumped a lot of dough into advertising, and it really soared.” “What made you quit the world of big business and come to the resort?” He picked up a stick and drew something in the ground. “The rat race of trying to keep on top of things finally got to us. We realized we were Western boys who didn’t like the daily grind. We both love the outdoors and had earned enough money to enjoy ourselves without working hard.” He made sense. Ending up at the resort would be perfect for two men who were highly sexual, though she didn’t want to think about how they got their daily release. “Are you both happy?” She could tell Jack was, but Trace still seemed troubled. “You interested or something?” Dare she tell them that since meeting them, her life outlook had changed? They made her realize that an intense connection came around but once in a lifetime. They’d always been her lifeline when depression hit. “Yes.” She looked over at the victim, whose continued soft grunts assured her the girl was still with them. In another minute, she’d take another set of vitals. Jack scooted closer, picked up her hand, and kissed her palm. She pulled it out of his grasp slowly. “You don’t know where that hand has been.” Her rock climbing gloves were full of sweat and dirt. “I don’t care. I want you, Diana.” His voice came out breathy. Dear God, he was serious. Her mouth opened to respond when the



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sound of helicopter blades sliced through the night sky. “Shit.” Jack jumped up, and she fumbled for the matches to light the flare. “Give me those.” “Here.” He seemed steadier than her. Seconds later, the flare burst to life. Jack waved the light in the air. The helicopter must have spotted them, for the direction of the flying bird changed. In all her years as a rock climbing instructor and as a guide, she’d never had need for emergency services. The helicopter moved closer, the sound deafening. Given they were in a ravine, she didn’t think the chopper would be able to land or even get close. “We’re sending down a basket.” The megaphoned voice sounded like God giving a directive. Jack held up a thumb. “We need to lift her. You take the head, and I’ll lift her body. On my count.” This was the tricky part, but at least the girl wouldn’t remember much of the experience, given her state. The basket neared, and she and Jack worked in tandem to lift the girl and place her safely in the mesh cage. Diana tucked the sleeping bag around the girl and prayed she’d be okay. They stepped back and gave the go signal. In seconds, the girl was inside the chopper and the noisy machine disappeared into the black night. “I’m glad she’s in good hands.” Jack continued to watch the white dot as it traversed the sky. She ran a hand down his arm. “Thanks for helping.” He nodded, as if it was all in a day’s job. “We better head back. Trace should be on his way.” Maybe it was better that they hadn’t started kissing. Getting hot would have added to her frustration, and there was no way they could have had sex with the chopper about to arrive. They both gathered their gear. The hard part would be climbing



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up the rock face in the dark. “Jack, you go first. I’ll shine my light on the rocks where I think would be easiest place to climb.” His lips pressed together, probably thinking about whether his ego could take direction from her. “Okay. When I get to the top, I’ll guide you.” “That works for me.” His ascent was slow and steady. He took all of her directions without question and made it to the top rather quickly. “Good job,” she called up. “You’re a natural.” She couldn’t see if he smiled, but she imagined he was damned glad he’d made it. True to his word, he kept his light on the path as she climbed up. They arrived at the campsite only a few minutes before Trace did. He was out of breath. “They come?” “Yes. She’s safe.” “Thank God.” He dropped to the ground, looking more out of sorts than she would have expected from a former soldier. Something must have happened to him in the past to create such distress. He dropped his head in his hands. “She’s going to make it.” Not that she could tell for sure, but there was no use being negative. “I was so worried.” He dragged a hand down his face. “My phone kept cutting in and out. I didn’t think I would be able to explain where you were.” “We had flares. That helped.” She didn’t want to minimize his contribution. She sat next to him and placed a hand on his thigh. He looked up. “Did something happen like this before?” He straightened. “I don’t want to talk about it.” The pain in his voice cut right through her. “It might help to let it out. I’m a good listener.” He gently turned her face so their lips were inches from each other.



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“It’s not easy to open wounds, but if you tell me why you really came to the resort, I might be willing to tell you why seeing that little girl all crumpled on the ground ripped me apart.” She couldn’t move or breathe. A tear formed in the corner of her eye at the sadness coming from him. Mr. Brave had a hard shell and maybe a too-soft center. Could she tell the two men she always thought she loved that she too was broken? Would that even help? She had to give it a try, especially if would get Trace to open up. “I was lonely.” He lowered his hand and leaned back on his elbows. “I don’t believe that for a moment.” “Why? Because you think I look okay? It’s not that easy to find someone you can relate to, talk to, bare your soul to.” He should know. He was gorgeous and yet he had no one, as far as she could tell. Trace was silent for a moment. Even Jack kept his thoughts to himself. “Maybe you’re right. There are things in life you try to keep buried, and that means you need to build a shell around your heart to protect yourself. Each year, that shell grows harder, doesn’t it?” Wow. He understood. “Yes.” He dropped his head back and looked up at the stars. She wanted to rub his arm or kiss him to show him how much she cared, but he looked too fragile. “What was it about the girl that made you so upset?” That seemed a safer topic than the one she wanted to ask, which was why he’d appeared distant and sad at times in high school. He sat up. “Not even Jack has heard this story, so maybe it’s time I do get it off my chest.” He picked up a stone and chucked it. “I’d been sent over to Iraq. We were in a small village where the women were gentle and the children innocent. The terrorists showed up one night and took no mercy on anyone. Gunfire erupted everywhere. The sounded was deafening. Walls crumbled, people screamed. My God, I’d never seen anything like it.”



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She took hold of his hand and squeezed. “I can’t imagine the horror.” He nodded. “The soldiers were told to spread out and take down the intruders. I was running between two buildings when a young girl, no more than ten, stepped out of a doorway. She saw me. She held out her hand, I think for candy. I motioned she get back in the house, but she didn’t seem to understand or notice the gunfire. I think she might have been deaf.” “You must have been petrified for her life.” “Yes. Before I could make her understand, shots rang out and blood stained her chest. I ran to her and scooped her up in my arms, sprinting to the end of the buildings. Terrorists were everywhere, so I hid with her in an entryway. I wanted to go for help, but if I did, I’d have to leave her. I knew she was going to die, so I just held her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Eventually, the gunfire stopped and our medics arrived, but it was too late. She’d died in my arms minutes before. I dream of her precious face every night.” Tears streaked down her face. “You did everything you could. The girl we helped rescue might not make it either, but we did our best. That’s all we can ask of anyone.” He looked away as if a tear had escaped. Silence filled the air, even though she heard the wind through the trees and the night animals creating a ruckus. It seemed as if only the three of them existed in the world. She wanted to take his hand again, but he’d withdrawn already. “Anyone hungry?” Jack said with a great deal of enthusiasm. Bless his soul. He always seemed to know when the tension got too thick.



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Chapter Seven Dinner tasted good, but for the most part, they talked about the rescue and the resort, and not about their feelings. That was okay by her. At the moment, her emotions were too raw to share. Jack yawned. “I’m beat. I’m hitting the hay.” “I’m right there behind you,” Trace said. Diana had no desire to sit outside by herself, so she followed them both to the tent. There were two sleeping bags and three of them. “Hmm.” The injured girl had the third one. Jack grinned. “Guess we gotta share.” He unzipped his bag and placed it flat on the ground, then grabbed the second one for the top blanket. “You think I’m going to get any sleep snuggled between you two?” Her breasts would be touching one of the men’s backs while her butt would be pressed against the other’s cock. Erotic thoughts would keep her up all night. “You got a better idea?” Going back down the other rock face was dangerous. “No.” “You having second thoughts, sugar?” “No. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” That was the truth. Jack slapped his thigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” The idea of finally making love to these two made her legs weak. They were everything she’d dreamed of in a man. Or men, in this case. Yes, they were good-looking, were business savvy, and appreciated her outdoor skills, but it was the way they cared about her happiness that meant so much to her. They seemed to want her to enjoy their loving ways and cared about her needs. Why hadn’t she seen this



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before? You’ve got hang-ups, that’s why, ones you need to address then bury. Yes, Trace and Jack could be acting, but she knew them, knew they didn’t need to pretend to any woman. If she was just a client to them, they wouldn’t have constant hard-ons, now would they? “Climb on in, darlin’, or do you plan to kneel all night long? Not that I mind looking at your tits, but you might get cold.” She jerked her thoughts to the men in front of her. Both were bare chested. Now there was a grand sight, indeed. “You sleeping in those pants?” Why was she always trying to incite a riot? Asking them to get naked was the same as saying she wanted them to fuck her. “Now that you mention it, hell no. I’ll be a mite more comfortable going au naturel. It’s the way I sleep every night.” Really? Thinking about either man gloriously naked turned her on, as did Jack’s speech. She loved how he had the Western drawl down to perfection. Maybe speaking without an accent like he did in Flagstaff Prep would have put off some of his clients. She glanced to Trace to see if he’d shed his pants too. Trace kept his gaze on her, smiled, then took off his pants in one swift movement. Yes! Their cocks lay straight up on their flat stomachs, making her pussy cream. She sucked in a breath. Could she make love to both men? At the same time? A little late now to pull back. The big question was how she’d feel in the morning if she did. Would she be racked with guilt or be deliriously happy? Maybe she should be asking herself whether she could walk away tomorrow and not look back. Aw, hell, she was leaving anyway, so she might as well have some good memories to take with her. She hoped she hadn’t fallen into a rationalization trap again. She so loved how they made her feel. How that happened so fast,



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she didn’t know, but it did. Stop analyzing. Do what you want. “Darlin’? Are you okay? We’re waiting for you.” “Yes. Just thinking about logistics.” She’d gotten way too good at lying, something she needed to change. While the lone flashlight illuminated one nylon wall of the tent, which allowed her to see the bed, the rest of the tent was shrouded in shadows. She got rid of her boots and socks and set them near the entrance. Next came her shirt. She debated turning around to take off her jog bra, but they’d seen all of her many, many times. Trying to act as if it were what one did in the woods, she took off her bra, then slid off her shorts. Trace lifted up the top sleeping bag. There was a space between the two men and she crawled toward them. “Hold it one second,” Trace commanded. “Do you really think we’d let you cover up your sweet pussy for the night if we’re naked?” He paused long enough for her to answer, but she didn’t. “If you choose to come into bed. I need to warn you. We plan on taking you the way we’ve wanted to since the moment we met.” More liquid pooled between her legs, and her heart sped up. Even her traitorous nipples puckered. “And if I crawl into the bed, I plan on doing to you two what I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you, too.” Where had that sass come from? Was it because she finally had conquered her demons and was no longer cowed by them? Or didn’t she need their acceptance because she’d already gotten it? “Well, sugar, I guess we’re all in agreement. We want to fuck you silly.” She should have been offended by Trace’s crude statement, but he said it with such levity that she took no offense. She wanted to shout out loud, but instead sat on the edge of the sleeping bag, lifted her legs high in the air, and stripped off her panties. Trace’s hand went straight to his cock as if he couldn’t wait to have her. She got back on her knees and crawled in between them.



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Jack placed a hand on her shoulders. “How about you stop there, darlin’?” Would she never get to bed? “Why? I’m cold.” “I’ll show you why.” Jack moved behind her and slid his cock between her legs. He rubbed her tits, and she couldn’t help but moan at how wonderful his callused palms were against her sensitive skin. “That help warm you up?” “Yes.” Her whole body seemed to explode with heat. After tonight, she’d never hold back. She would scream and moan and buck and sway whenever she wanted to. If they realized how much their lovemaking turned her on, so much the better. She wiggled her butt under his touch. “That feels so good.” Finally, she could be honest about how much they turned her on. “Well, before the night is over, it’s going to feel a whole lot better.” He pinched her sensitive nipples as he nudged her wet pussy open with his cock. “My only regret, darlin’, is that I didn’t think to bring any lube. I’m not taking you from behind until I know you’re good and ready.” She’d been about to say she wanted him regardless, but thought he would know better. “I’m holding you to it, cowboy.” “You can bet your life on it.” Too bad she had no plans of seeing them after tonight. The thought nearly stole her breath away, but it was for the best. She reached out for Trace’s cock. “Hold it,” he said. “Our little lady here took way too much time getting undressed. She should have been naked a long time ago and begging us to fuck her. I think she needs to be punished. You want that sugar, don’t you?” “Yes.” Damn, her response came too fast, but she longed for his rough hand to spank her, to bring her close to a climax with just a few loving slaps. “Come to Trace and give me your sexy ass. Jack, why don’t you satisfy her in another way for the time being.”



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He grunted, but she bet he knew with more foreplay came better sex. God, could this get any better? She stayed on her hands and knees and straddled Trace’s lap, her right side against his naked chest. Jack knelt in front of her, his big cock right in her face. She reached up to touch him when the first slap propelled her forward, forcing her to drop her hand to balance. Jack reached out to steady her. “Go ahead, sweet thing, and suck my cock while Trace spanks you.” Her pussy cramped from the thought of such pleasure. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, squeezing her lips over the large mushroom-shaped head. Trace’s hand connected with her butt, jettisoned her forward, and she swallowed more of Jack. “Oh, baby. That’s good. Fuck my cock.” From Jack’s enthusiastic response, she sucked harder, moving up and down with each slap. Trace alternated between slapping and rubbing, soothing her aches. Heat built, creating the most exquisite, carnal throbbing through her whole body. She wanted to fuck them so badly, but she enjoyed the erotic pain too much to ask. Instead of the next expected hit, Trace ran a thumb over her clit and she jumped. “She’s almost ready.” Almost? She would have voiced her disbelief had Jack’s cock not been wedged deep in her throat. Trace spread her pussy wide open then plunged two fingers inside her. She squeezed not only Jack’s cock with her mouth but Trace’s fingers inside her, needing the pressure. “Milk me, sugar.” She pumped forward and backward, taking Jack’s dick to the back of her throat, enjoying every thrust while she pressed down on Trace’s wonderful fingers he’d worked deep inside her. Trace nudged her hips sideways to get out from under her. Excitement blasted her cunt as he got behind her and dipped the end



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of his cock inside her ready pussy. She slid Jack’s cock out of her mouth so she could tell him what she wanted. “Fuck me now. Please.” She wanted him so badly she’d do anything for the feel of him inside her. “My pleasure, sugar. Just give me a sec to get some protection.” He’d come prepared? Paper ripped, and a moment later Trace pushed into her, stretching her to the max. He was far larger than he looked. Her breath lodged in her throat. He must have sensed her tightness, for he stopped moving a moment to give her time to adjust to his size. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known. Jack, wait ’til you fuck her. My God, you are tight. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” His words drove her higher, to a new plane of existence. Never had anyone given such joy to her body. She wanted to give him everything in return, including her heart. Jack grabbed his cock and pressed it to her lips to remind her she was in the middle of eating him. Gladly, she opened up and took him inside. The simultaneous sensation of them loving her blasted her with tingles. She moved in the same rhythm as Trace’s plunging. His in-and-out motion came harder, then faster. “I’m coming,” Jake cried. Warm cum filled her mouth and she swallowed the hot, salty flavor. His heavy panting excited her, and she sucked the rest of his liquid gold from his cock. She swore a bond formed between them, as if they’d shared something so special it could never be repeated. Even after his release, he stayed inside her mouth as if being in there was pure nirvana. Trace grabbed her hips and pumped with an incredible intensity. Blood pounded in her head as her climax built. Just as Trace’s liquid spewed in her, she let go and came, screaming his name, holding her breath as his cock expanded. “Oh, God, Trace. It’s too much.”



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A minute later, Trace dropped his face on her back and Jack held her head steady. No one said anything. Then Trace pulled out and collapsed on the sleeping bag. Her body’s energy dropped, and she too fell beside him. “Now, darlin’, don’t even think the night is over. I’ve just gotta have your pussy or I’ll never sleep again.” “You just came.” She could barely move. How could he have been ready again? Jack reached over and dragged a hand down her cheek. That one touch made her body explode with need. How was that possible? Trace leaned over and kissed her. His touch was tender and loving, as if he too wanted more. A switch flipped inside her, and she knew she had to have them again. “I want you, too.” “Darlin’, there isn’t enough room for me to lift you up on my cock, so how about you ride me like a horse?” She drew her gaze to his cock. To her amazement, it was hard and oh so ready. Jack laughed, and she knew she was in the best ride of her life. He stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other. “That won’t do, cowboy.” She lightly slapped his ankles. “Open up for me so I can plunge my pussy onto your raging hard cock.” Since when did she talk like that? Since she’d met these two men. Jack grinned. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime for a woman like you.” He unhooked his ankles and spread his legs. His hand cupped his balls and adjusted them. He didn’t really mean what he’d just said, that she was the woman of his dreams. To the Jack DeMarcos of the world, she was just another conquest. But right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him, so she crawled on top and hovered above his cock for a moment. “Don’t make me wait, darlin’. I’m dying here.” “Crybaby.” She laughed, loving the banter between them. Trace handed her a condom. “Might want to use this.”



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“Thanks.” She tore open the wrapping and slowly lowered the condom over Jack’s cock. “Hurry up. I’m dying here.” She loved it when he begged. “I’m coming.” Since her pussy was so wet from fucking Trace, she slipped down over him, expecting him to fit easily. Wrong. He seemed to grow thicker once inside her. Probably to distract her, Trace moved behind her back, pressed his chest against her, and pinched her nipples. The sweet pain heightened her awareness of how needy her body had become for them. He leaned over and drew his lips to her ear. “When you fuck him, I want you to think only of me.” She doubted that would happen. Though as much as she adored Jack, with Trace behind her, her thoughts would stray to him, too. When Jack’s cock was fully pressed against the back of her womb, she lifted up an inch and his whiskey-brown eyes widened. The light bounced off his face, allowing her to watch the emotions flash across his face. She adored how his mouth twisted every time she slid up and down his length. Trace reached his strong arms around her waist, slid a hand down her belly, and opened her folds. He rubbed her clit, nearly making her climax again. Oh, my God. She was so not going to last long enough for Jack to come again. Trace’s hard cock pressed against her back, and she leaned against him, savoring every inch of him. Trace’s tongue made a meal of her throat and shoulder as she rose up and down on Jack. “That’s it, darlin’. Faster. Come for me.” Bombarded with such loving and having every cell of her body exploding with need, the rush of passion took over and tipped her over the edge. “Oh, Jack. Oh, Trace.” Both worked to bring her higher until her climax rained down on her. Jack pumped his seed into her as Trace’s hot liquid branded her



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back. She fell forward onto Jack’s chest and Trace toppled on her back, supporting himself. Never had she been more sated. “I’ll never move again.” And she didn’t for a long while. **** Jack paced the front desk with the letter in his hand. “You sure Diana gave this to you?” He had to force himself not to shout at Sharon. He’d never seen Diana’s handwriting. This had to be a joke, some kind of big mistake, but in his heart, he knew it wasn’t. Sharon nodded. “Personally.” “But her stay isn’t over. She checked out for good?” “I’m sorry.” “Did she say anything to you? Did she act pissed, or sad, or what?” This couldn’t be happening, not after the most amazing time of his life last night. For the first time, he had a connection with a woman who he wanted to be around for a long time. He was even willing to leave the resort to make a life with her, and now this happened. Get real. Clearly, she didn’t want to be with him. The letter was her nice way of telling them that. He wasn’t worthy, so who could blame her? He had nothing to offer a woman like her. She owned her own business, and he was merely a worker who spent his time satisfying women. Hell, he fucked them and left them without looking back, without making any attachments. Ever. Getting close only caused pain. But all that had changed when Diana came into his life. Sharon interrupted his musings. “She said she had the best time ever, but that it was time to go home.” Time to go home and time to go back to her wonderful life without them. Trace sauntered into the front lobby, looking more relaxed than



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he’d ever seen his friend. Showing him this letter would kill him. He knew Trace felt the same way about Diana. Or should he say Laurel. “What’s up? Someone die?” “Close.” He grabbed Trace’s arm and led him out to the front away from everyone. “Read this. It’s from Diana.”



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Chapter Eight Dear boys, I know you hate that reference, but you will always be the seventeen-year-old high school football stars of Flagstaff Prep. This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write, but I have to explain why I left. My full name is Laurel Diana Bowman. I called myself Laurel in high school. You might not remember me, as I was not the kind of girl you noticed. We both were in the same English class. (Remember Mrs. Sayers and the geeky girl with the glasses and braces who you asked to write the paper on Shakespeare when you two were getting ready for districts? That was me.) Anyway, I was one of your biggest fans. I went to every game and cheered you on. You two lived in my dreams each night. When I came to the resort, you were the last two men I expected to see. I wanted to hate you for excluding me, for ignoring me when I was a young girl, but then I found out you’d changed and had become real men. Men I could fall in love with. I’m sorry I deceived you, but if I had said who I was, I know you would have run. I hope you have a fulfilling life. Love, Diana Jack waited for Trace to say something. He would have crumpled the paper, burned it in fact, had Trace not been there. Trace fisted his hands. “How could she?” “Lie about who she was or leave us like that?”



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“Both. Couldn’t she tell how much she meant to us? That it didn’t matter who she used to be?” Jack shrugged. “You go tell her.” No way could he face her. “We were jerks back in high school. I can see why she hated us all those years.” Trace laughed, but his tone held no humor. “You got that right. We had two goals back then. Win games and get laid.” He looked off in the distance. “She’s wrong about one thing. I do remember her. She had lots of freckles and was a little overweight, but I liked her. She was always supportive and always told me what a great game I had, even if I sucked. I always thought she was too good for me since she was so damned smart.” His gut soured. Diana, or rather Laurel, had been nothing but sweet to him, too. “Doesn’t she understand that if we’d asked her out we’d have been the laughingstock of the team?” “Maybe, but it doesn’t matter. We should have been nicer to her.” Jack shoved his thumbs into his waistband. “We were stupid teenage boys.” “True, but we’re not any more. We need to make this right.” Jack knew Trace would do the right thing. “Go for it.” His eyes widened. “You’re not coming?” “No. She has the hots for you, not me.” “Bullshit. She was always looking at you. I’m too moody for her, too domineering. She liked you a lot. I think I made her do things she didn’t want to do.” “You? I tried to have sex with her in the ass. A girl like her would think that was disgusting.” “She didn’t act disgusted last night. In fact, she seemed sad she couldn’t have us both at the same time.” Jack leaned against the entranceway pillar and dropped back his head. “I’m not so sure. Deep down, she loved everything you did. I could tell by the way she looked up to you.” “You’re wrong.”



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“You go to her. She has a good life in Flagstaff, but I know you could convince her to stay with you.” “You planning on being here forever?” Not anymore, not since he met Diana. “We both agreed we’d give it six months before deciding where to go. Our time is past up. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I realize I need to mend my fences with my family. If I don’t, I’ll have nothing to offer her.” “Like I do?” “You’re an entrepreneur. You have lofty goals, like Diana. Other than help you with the Internet site, what have I accomplished since coming home from Africa?” He dragged a hand down his chin. He needed a shave. “I think I’m ready now to take on the responsibility of running the ranch.” Trace arched his brows. “I’m not pleased you don’t want to at least talk to Diana, but I respect what you’re going to do. When you figure it out, let me know. I can’t stay here until I give it a try to win her back.” His hands fisted at his side. Jealousy was an ugly trait, but if Diana had to love someone, he wanted it to be Trace. He’d make her happy for sure. Jack probably should have explained to his best friend how much his family didn’t understand his need to be his own man. It was one of the reasons why he spent two years in the Peace Corps, getting away from the enormity of the cattle business. Now, he was ready to go home and fight his demons. He needed to act like a man instead of a scared kid hiding for life. He was thirty-two years old and needed to stop screwing around with his life. It was past time to grow up. Trace turned around and strode back into the resort. Jack inhaled, his thoughts nearly crushing him. Without Diana, life would not be complete. But first, he needed to tell Rod he was moving on. ****



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The meeting with Rod was civil, but he could tell his boss wasn’t happy about losing him. Rod shook his hand. “You know you always have a place here. You’re part of our family.” “I appreciate that.” He wasn’t sure how Trace would handle the employment situation, but he was a grown man and could make his own decisions. Diana might tell Trace to get lost, in which case he’d probably want to stay at the resort. Jack knew he’d never be able to touch and tease another woman if it wasn’t Diana. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t called his family to let them know he was coming. It was probably because he wasn’t even sure if they’d welcome him back with open arms after staying away these past few years. Yes, he’d called and sent birthday cards, but he’d never visited. Even Christmas came and went without him going home. Judging from his mother’s letters, his absence hurt her. Even after he’d learned Dad was ill, he didn’t return. Maybe he didn’t want to see his fairly young dad, who was always in control, look weak. His younger brother Tim, he knew, could run the operation in a pinch, but he understood Tim, who was only twentyfive, didn’t really want to. He needed to spread his wings, too. It was now or never. Mt. Elden came into view to the north of Flagstaff, and he wondered if Diana took her clients there to climb. Diana. Diana. Diana. Why did all his thoughts revolve around her? He missed her, but she needed to remain in his past for now. The sign over the entrance to the ranch looked like it needed some repair, and the road could use a little leveling, but the large spread brought back good memories. He chuckled. The long, daily drive to the prep school always used to piss him off. He’d been such a jerk back then. He’d acted entitled, like when he told his father the family should get a home in town so it would be



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easier for him to make weekend practices. Good thing his parents hadn’t tossed him on his ass long before he graduated. There was one benefit of living so far outside of town. His fellow classmates never learned that his father owned the Double-D ranch, one of the largest cattle ranches in the state. Most of his friends’ families were well-off, but they weren’t obscenely rich like Dad. Flaunting his wealth would have alienated too many of his friends. Only Trace knew his roots. He enjoyed the view of the plains, of the cattle and horses off in the distance. The three main buildings came into view. Nothing seemed to have changed. He pulled his truck up to the side of the house where the door led to the kitchen. Two new dogs were outside, barking up a storm. Buster and Chester had died last year, according to one of Mom’s letters. Guilt assaulted him for waiting this long to come home. The front door opened and his mom stood there, shielding her eyes. He had the same beat-to-shit truck he had when he left for the Peace Corps, so she was sure to recognize her long-lost son. His palms were sweating despite the dry air, and his heart raced. He didn’t deserve a welcome home after he basically abandoned his family, but his mom was always about forgiveness. He wished he could forgive himself so easily. He eased out of the truck, picked up his duffel from the back, and strode toward her. Only when she grinned did he drop his bag and run into her arms. “Jack?” She laughed and stepped out of his embrace, holding him at arm’s length. “My, but you look good, son. Someone must have finally pounded some sense into you.” Diana. “You could say that. You look as beautiful as always.” She swatted his arm. “You always were the sweet-talking one in the family. Are you home to stay or are you here just to see your daddy? Tim wrote you, didn’t he, that your daddy isn’t doing well?” “Yes, but that’s not why I came. I want to stay and work the



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ranch.” “I should have written to you about your dad’s condition, but I didn’t have the heart to put my pain on paper. I kept praying he’d get better.” “He will.” Her grin became wider than the Grand Canyon. “So you’re here to stay. That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.” “You going to invite me in or what?” He smiled and winked, hoping to charm her. “Like I could ever stop you from doing what you wanted?” Sad, but true. “I hope to change that bad habit.” He picked up his bag, gave her a kiss on the cheek as he passed her, and stepped into the large kitchen. It smelled like bread. “You know stores sell bread. You don’t have to make everything from scratch.” “You know I love to cook. It keeps my mind off your daddy.” “I’d love a slice in a bit.” He needed to see his dad, to set things straight. “Can I see him?” “He’s in our room, but you might want to freshen up first. Your room is like you left it.” No surprise there. If his mom cleaned out his room, it meant he wouldn’t come back, and Mom was the eternal optimist. “Thanks.” He showered off the sweat and changed into a pair of worn boots and a faded pair of jeans, just the kind of outfit his dad wore every day. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, inhaled, then trudged to his parents’ bedroom and knocked softly. “Come in.” While the voice didn’t sound strong, at least his dad answered. It took all his acting skills to smile. His father was in bed, looking gaunt and way too old to be sixty. “Hey, Dad.” His father’s eyes sparkled for a second then dulled. “You coming to see if I’ve died yet?” His gruffness wouldn’t put off Jack. “Mom just told me you were a bit under the weather.”



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“Under the weather? I’m dying. I have damned liver cancer.” His heart stopped. Tim never said why his dad was ill. In all his years, he never expected the strong John DeMarco to die before he turned one hundred. He was too damned stubborn. “I’m sorry.” “You just stop by to say your final farewell then?” The pain in his dad’s tone nearly did him in. Both were proud men, but Jack wanted to change. He slipped a hip on the bed and picked up his dad’s paper-thin hand. “No. I’m back for good. I want to help with the ranch, if you’ll let me.” His father cocked a brow. “You didn’t know I was down for the count?” “I actually came to give Tim a break. He’s young and needs to sow his oats. I’m ready to do my share.” His father smiled, and the man he knew showed through. This was right. This was good. **** Trace only packed one suitcase, not sure how long he would stay in Flagstaff. With his mom dead and his deadbeat father in jail, there would be no welcome home for him. None of his close high school friends had stayed in town, and he hadn’t kept in contact with any of the other fellows, mainly because he hadn’t been back to Flagstaff in close to a year. While he always loved the town, the people, and the mountains, he hated where he lived and how he lived. Until he knew where he stood with Diana, he wouldn’t speak to Rod about possibly leaving. According to Jack, Rod was less than pleased with Jack’s resignation, but he seemed to understand. The men who worked at the resort came and went, often ending up with the women they met there. Life would be good once he told Diana he loved her and that he wanted to spend his life with her. He prayed he was strong enough to



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put the nightmares of his past behind him. I’m not my father. I’m not my father. I will not harm women. Ever. He slowed as he turned onto the famous Route 66. Finding Diana’s company on the Internet had been easy. There weren’t many adventure companies that catered to executives. During his search, he’d learned people came from all over the country to take her fiveday trips. He was impressed with how she’d managed to create a successful company by herself. Using the GPS on his truck, he found her office with no problem. She’d only left the resort earlier this morning, so he figured she wouldn’t have scheduled another trip already. Inside the one-room office, the air smelled of pine, and his thoughts raced to their night in the tent. His cock had never been happier than when he was inside her, and he vowed nothing was going to stop him from having her again. A sweet, pretty little thing stepped from the back room. “May I help you?” Normally, his hormones would have spiked at seeing the cute girl, but today only Diana could scratch his itch. “I’m looking for Ms. Bowman.” He wasn’t sure if she went by Diana or Laurel. “Diana stepped out to get some coffee. She’ll be back in a moment. You can wait here if you want.” She motioned to two comfortable-looking chairs. “I’ll come back.” He had a better chance of taking her away if he waylaid her outside. Not wanting the assistant to see him pace, he moved in front of the clothing store next door. A moment later he spotted her. His cock shot to attention and a grin captured his face. She hadn’t seen him as her gaze was focused on the ground. Hair bouncing, Diana walked straight toward him with a coffee in hand. He closed the gap between them. “Diana?”



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She stopped, looked up, and froze. Shit. He shouldn’t have startled her. Now he couldn’t gauge her reaction. He had planned to sweep her into his arms and ravish her, but he’d give her a moment to adjust to him being there. “Trace?” Her lips faltered before turning into a smile. His muscles unlocked and he moved toward her. He should have engaged in small talk, asked her why she left, convinced her she shouldn’t have left, but the brain in his head had stopped working. He took the cup from her hand, set it on the bench in front of the store, and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her with all his love, he set her down when she didn’t return his affection. “What’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” Her mouth opened then closed. Her gaze shot all around him. “Did Jack come, too?” A bit of his heart stilled until he realized the three of them belonged together. “No. He had family business to attend to.” “Oh. Why are you here?” She couldn’t guess? He dragged a finger down her cheek and would have continued over her tit, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Can we go someplace quiet? More intimate?” “I, ah, only live about a mile from here.” He grinned. “Works for me.” She stopped. “To talk only. Trace, we can never be. You do realize that?” His gut exploded. No, he didn’t know that since he didn’t believe she understood herself like he did. Just because she was a psychologist didn’t mean she had her act together when it came to her own needs. She was hiding from something, and he was determined to find out what. “Trace Turner never quits. I want you, Diana, and always will.”



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Chapter Nine Once Trace got Diana alone, he’d show her she needed him as much as he needed her. “Hop in.” His car was parked in front of her shop. “No, I’ll drive.” She stuck her head in her shop and let the other girl know she might not be back before closing. He wanted to grab her by the waist and make love to her in the front seat of her car, but she deserved to be loved slow and easy, at least the first time. She pulled into traffic and headed west. “Did you get my letter?” From the way she sucked in her bottom lip, she had no idea how they took her deception. “Yes, but you jumped to all the wrong conclusions. You thought it mattered who you were. It doesn’t, though we both wished you’d told the truth from the beginning.” She rolled her eyes as if he and Jack were the clueless ones. “That’s not the only reason I left.” She turned right onto a residential street. “Then tell me. I don’t understand.” “You two might be in lust with me, but that’s all. I’ve fantasized about you two for years. I even followed your career, at least the first year in college. To you, I’m someone you just met. You know nothing about me.” That was not true, but he couldn’t find the words to tell her. She pulled into her driveway. The elegant, two-story, woodframed house was landscaped impeccably. He had the money to live as nicely but chose to use his money in other ways, to give to those



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who needed it more. He rushed to her side to open the driver-side door, but she stepped out before he had the chance to help. Instead of threading her arm through his, she strode to the front door and let herself in. She might not have welcomed him with open arms, but she hadn’t thrown her coffee in his face or slammed the door either. He followed her inside. Light poured in from the large picture window showing off what looked like local artwork on the walls. Too bad he couldn’t enjoy her house when he realized how pissed she was. It made no sense. Jack and he hadn’t done anything wrong. Yes, they’d broken the rules by making love to her, but she’d initiated it as much as they had. He stood in the middle of the living room, not sure how to explain what was in his heart. “You got a beer or something?” He sounded like a fifteen-year-old, not even sophisticated enough to have a smooth move in his arsenal. “Sure.” The fridge door opened, and bottles clanked. She returned with one beer. Not what he had in mind. “You won’t join me?” “No.” Ouch. She motioned he take a seat on the chair. Instead he sat on the sofa next to her. “Talk to me, sugar.” She glanced away and inhaled before turning back to him. “That’s part of the problem. It’s all the sugar talk, the darlin’ speak Jack uses. It’s fake. You two don’t have an accent. How do you expect me to be able to tell what’s coming from you and what’s been scripted by the resort?” Jeez. Didn’t see that one coming. He never expected her to doubt his motives. He tapped his chest. “Other than the endearments, everything we said to you came from my heart, and I know it came from Jack’s too. Diana, I want you and need you. Can’t you see that?” Saying he loved her would be too big of a leap for him, even though he knew he did.



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“You loved fucking me.” Her face didn’t light up like it usually did when she talked dirty. He grinned. “You got that right.” Then he sobered, not wanting her to think he treated what they had as a joke. “Don’t get me wrong. For me, what we had between us was a lot more than sex.” His usual MO would be to pull her to him and kiss her until she gave in. With Diana, he didn’t want to mess things up any more, so he waited for her to respond. Go slow. She wrapped her long, sexy legs under her. She smelled of sunshine with a hint of lavender perfume. “How was it more than just sex? What is there?” Love. A life connection. “A comfortable sense of well-being when we’re together.” He took her hand in his and lightly rubbed his thumb over her palm. “Look, my life wasn’t the best growing up. We didn’t have much money.” He wanted to say more, but he had to think how to tell her about his dad. “You dressed like everyone else. I never guessed.” She didn’t seem surprised by his admittance that he didn’t have much money. Maybe she’d heard about his circumstance. “I was on full scholarship at Prep. I also got a job at the Dairy Queen over the summer and saved every penny. I bought my own gas, clothes, and lunch, but that’s all. Jack always paid for everything else we did.” He dragged a hand down his chin. “Maybe that’s why I always hung with him. He allowed me to have the façade of belonging.” “I didn’t know that.” With his other hand, he fingered the blonde strands of her ponytail. “I know I looked happy, looked like I had it all, but I was really lonely, too. I went through high school pretending everything was good. I think I’ve lived with my head in the sand ever since, telling myself I’m happy. But I wasn’t, only I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.”



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She pressed her lips together, and he wanted to kiss her, to smooth out the disbelief. “You had it all in high school. You were the star athlete and had at least ten girls hanging on you all the time.” “Didn’t mean I wasn’t lonely, that I didn’t want someone to see me for me, to care for me and know what I wanted in life. Most of the girls wanted the status of dating a football star.” She glanced down at her hand. “I always thought you were hiding something.” “I was. Maybe you were the only one to see through the façade. I wish we’d talked back then.” She leaned closer, and her delicate scent curled around his heart. If he couldn’t come clean with her, there was no chance of them being together. “The real truth was that my father beat my mother and hit me more times than I can remember.” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, my God. I never knew. I’m so sorry.” When she ran a hand down his arm, he wanted to press her to his chest and hold her forever. “I didn’t tell you that so you’d feel sorry for me. I told you because I want you to understand why I ended up pushing people away my whole life. I knew you liked me, that you went to every game, and that you risked losing a scholarship to college when you agreed to write my Shakespeare paper.” Her brows rose. “You did?” Understanding seemed to dawn on her. “You never could show you cared about anyone for fear they’d hurt you, right?” He dropped his head back. Her conclusion was a good, but wrong. “Close, but no. It was because I feared I’d hurt them. For years I thought I’d be like my dad and grow up to be an abuser.” She cupped his cheek. “You never would hurt anyone.” Her strong conviction bolstered his heart. “I’d like to think so. It’s taken me years to give myself permission to believe I could be a good guy, but when you close your heart for so long, it’s really hard to open it up again.” He shifted position on the sofa to face her. “When



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you came into our lives, that release of fear happened. Maybe you reminded me of the good in the world, I don’t know.” He looked down at her and his gaze traveled from her dreamy hazel eyes to the tits he wanted to suckle. “Trace, don’t do this to me. I want you so bad my pussy is wet, but if we make love and you leave, I’ll crack. I’ve been alone my whole life. Until I found you two, I was a little lost, and I never want to be there again.” The desperation in her voice tore at him, but at the same time, joy spread through him. She hadn’t left because she didn’t want them. She’d left because she wanted them maybe too much. “I promise. I’m here for the long haul.” Without asking permission, he captured her lips and pressed her soft, wonderful body to his chest. He wanted to slow down, to touch her warm, soft skin for hours, but he couldn’t seem to control himself. He lifted her shirt over her head and pulled down the straps of her bra. He buried his face in her hair. “Since our time in the tent, I’ve dreamed of tasting you.” She laughed. “You see? All you want is my wet pussy strangling your hard cock.” Her words undid him. He flipped her on her back and tugged off her shoes and pants. “I love your body.” He stood for a moment and tore off his clothes. Naked, he dropped on top of her. She dragged her nails lightly over his back. “I can say the same for you.” He jumped up and pulled her to his chest, wanting to be able to touch all of her. He walked her backwards until she bumped into the wall. Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her panties and pressed his cheek against her wonderful, bare mound. “I could stay here forever, inhaling your scent, feeling your softness against me.” “But your cock would take over and tell you to do something



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more.” She did understand him. “Yeah.” “Smart cock.” He laughed at the thought of a whole new world opening before him. He separated her pussy lips and licked her gently. When she moaned, his cock grew more rigid. To satisfy her and further excite him, he dipped one finger into her wetness. “You want me.” That wasn’t just an opinion but a clear fact. “Maybe.” There was no maybe about it. Now wasn’t the time to be gentle. He stood and lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around me so I can fuck you proper.” “You want it with sugar on top?” “Sugar, I want to fuck you. Better?” With her thighs wide, he sank into her, and his mind went blank. This is where he needed to be. He loved her and had to have her. Forever, if she’d have him. Diana seemed to need to be in control of the rhythm, so he let her set the tempo. She pressed her feet against his thighs and pumped up and down, her beautiful tits coming close enough to capture. His breath lodged in his throat as he gently bit the hardened crest of her nipples. She moaned and he increased the pressure of the assault. He’d nip then suckle. His hands grabbed her ass and stretched her cheeks wide. Every inch of this woman turned him on. Her breaths turned rapid and her eyes squeezed shut. He knew the look. She was close to exploding. “You need to slow down.” He didn’t want her to, but if she milked him once more with her pussy, he’d come. “Trace!” Her plea sent him spiraling out of control and he let go, sending his seed into her. Her pussy walls clenched and clenched as she reached her peak. Spent, their breaths mingled as she bent down to kiss him. “I love



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being with you.” “Me too.” He patted her back, incapable of speech. He lifted her up and set her down. “Uh-oh. I didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry.” “That’s okay.” He didn’t want to ask if she was on the pill. “We need to clean you up. What do you think about a warm shower?” “You have the energy?” In truth, he wondered if he’d make it back to the couch. “You’re right. Not yet.” Taking her hand, he managed to move back to the sofa. With her discarded top, he sopped up the cum dribbling down her leg. “That was my good shirt.” “Now every time you wear it, you can think of me.” **** Diana had never been more sated, but something was missing in her life, and that something was Jack. She thought one man would be enough, should be enough, but she so enjoyed the added joy Jack brought to their three-way relationship. She loved his laughter and his lighthearted attitude toward life. Maybe she shouldn’t want two men, but she did. Trace leaned over and kissed her ever so lightly. Her nipples hardened. No way could she be excited again when they’d just made wonderful love. He tapped her nose. “Something wrong?” “How could anything be wrong?” “You looked dreamy as if you were thinking of Jack.” How had he guessed? Dare she tell him? Would he think what they had together wasn’t enough? If she couldn’t be honest with the man she loved, then what kind of relationship could they have? Love? Was that what this was? Yes.



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“A little.” “I’m thinking of him too. I know how much joy I see in your eyes when we both pleasure you.” “It’s true, so why isn’t he here with you? Didn’t he want to come? And don’t tell me he needs to take care of family business.” Trace’s mouth firmed. “He doesn’t think he’s worthy.” “Worthy of me? That sounds so old-fashioned.” “I think he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you. He doesn’t like who he is.” She leaned back against the sofa. “He’s Jack, a man who’s fun loving and carefree. How could anyone not like that?” “Because once he left the Peace Corps, he’s had no goals in life. I think he, too, was hiding from something or someone. He’s back at the family ranch to straighten things out.” “Family ranch?” “Yeah. You didn’t know his father owns the Double-D ranch south of here?” That ranch was known throughout the state. It must be worth millions. “No. He never acted like he had a lot of money.” “He never considered it his money since he didn’t earn it.” Trace slipped his hands under her and drew her onto his lap. His cock nudged her opening. “What should we do?” “I think if we really want Jack in our lives, you should drive down there and show him what he means to you.” “Me? Why not you?” “He knows I think the three of us would be perfect together. What he needs is to hear it from you. It’s the only way to make him believe.” She leaned over and tasted his lips. “Do I have to go right now?” “That would be a no. I have other plans for you.” ****



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She wasn’t sure what she was going to say when she saw Jack. Trace told her Jack hadn’t seen his family in over two years and that the split hadn’t been a good one. Jack claimed the responsibility of running such a big empire had never appealed to him. That is, until he met her. Really? He wanted to change his life because of her? That was a lot to take in. But she wanted him. That was no lie. She sucked in a large breath and turned onto Double-D land. Acres upon acres of pastureland appeared before her, dotted with cows and horses. She’d passed this stretch of land while driving south many times but never had been on the property. The ranch was truly magnificent. No surprise, the home was large and sprawling, but there was something about the style that made it cozy looking. Maybe it was the fact it could use another coat of white paint, but the small disrepair didn’t diminish the grandeur of the home. Several cars were parked in front, including Jack’s truck. She got out and stretched. The smell of sage filled her nose, which was one of her favorite smells, but today it didn’t take away the nerves racing up her spine. She rang the bell, tugged on her skirt, and waited, her palms already sweaty. A willowy woman in her fifties wearing a worn apron answered. “Yes?” “Hi, I’m a friend of Jack’s. Is he here?” The woman smiled and dragged her gaze from Diana’s windblown hair to her sandals. “He’s in the barn.” Diana looked around, trying to figure out which building was the barn. After she could see the confusion on her face, the woman pointed to the large structure slightly behind the house. About two acres separated the two buildings.



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“Thanks.” “Are you one of Jack’s girls?” Tension shot through her shoulders. Was she one of his girls? She bet he’d had hundreds of girls or women show up at the house begging to be with him, especially during his years at Flagstaff Prep. She cleared her throat wondering how she was supposed to answer that question. “Yes. We’re friends.” No way could she say I got reacquainted four days ago and fucked him silly last night in a tent while sharing my body with another man. “Sure, dear.” Clearly this woman had heard that line before. Her cheeks heated, and she took off to find Jack, not sure if she wouldn’t be better off jumping back in her car and leaving. Trace claimed his friend had changed, but had he really? Was she diving into something that wouldn’t end well? When she got there, the barn door was wide open. The rich smell of hay, horse manure, and leather hit her at once. Not an unpleasant odor, but something to get used to. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been surrounded by so many animals. She glanced around. A well-built cowboy was hunched over a saddle, polishing the leather. She didn’t see Jack anywhere. “Excuse me?” The man stopped his work and looked up. A broad smile lit his face. He looked to be in his midtwenties with a strong jaw and intense blue eyes. “Hello, back.” He stood, wiped his hands on his well-worn jeans, and held out his hands. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m looking for Jack.” Something flicked across his eyes, but she couldn’t tell the emotion. “He’s in the back, but be careful. He’s in a foul mood, though I’d bet you could lighten it for him.” Jeez. Did everyone take one look at her and think she was an easy lay or something? Maybe only loose women came here. “I’m not sure, but I’ll try.” God, that hadn’t come out right.



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She carefully walked to where the young man directed. Sounds of equipment jingling came from behind a closed door. Believing she’d found Jack, she eased open the door, and her heart soared at the sight of him. His back was damp with sweat and his hands dirty. Clearly, he’d spent the day working hard. Good for him. “Jack?” He jerked around and practically glared at her. “Diana? What do you want?” Well, that wasn’t the reaction she expected. “I want to talk to you.” He turned his back and continued working on the task, doing what, she couldn’t tell. “Got nothing to talk about,” he mumbled. All of her training ignited. “I think we do. According to Trace, you quit your job and came home after being away for a few years.” She stepped closer. “I think that could be a topic of conversation.” “You got the gist. Don’t need to discuss it further.” She had a few options. Walk out now and tell Trace it was just the two of them, or she could try to put Jack in a more talkative mood. She had several ideas how to do that. “I missed you.” “You missed my cock.” He spun around. “If you recall, you walked out on us, not the other way around.” His statement was harsh but true. “Trace came to back to Flagstaff. He’s going to stay around, so I don’t need your cock, as you nicely put it.” His shoulders stiffened. “But I want you back in my life.” His hands loosened their grip on the hammer. “Then why did you leave without a word?” She thought she’d explained well enough in her letter. “Because I knew you’d both be pissed that I’d deceived you, that I let you make love to Laurel Diana Bowman. I thought you’d be so disgusted that you wouldn’t want to see me again. Ever. So I left to avoid the disappointment on your faces.”



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“Wasn’t like that.” “I know that now. Trace told me.” Maybe if she got him jealous, he’d want to claim her. But even if he tried, would he be comfortable with the three of them together? She wasn’t willing to give up Trace for Jack any more than she was willing to give up Jack for Trace. “So, it’s Trace and you now?” He might be jealous. “Don’t do this to yourself. I came to tell you we both want you back.” “Is that so?” Clearly the man was fighting demons. If her words meant little, she’d show him what he meant to her. She grabbed the hem of her thick shirt and lifted it over her head. Wouldn’t he be pleasantly surprised to see her naked tits?



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Chapter Ten Jack swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes for a moment. The sexy vixen was going to make him lose his cool. Didn’t she know he was no good for her, and that she and Trace would be perfect for each other? He was just the third wheel. “Stop right there.” Those were the hardest three words he’d ever had to speak. “Not on your life.” The rest of the words stuck to the roof of his mouth as he watched her lower her skirt. The lace panties he expected weren’t there. Instead she stood in front of him with her bare pussy aimed straight at his heart. She even had the nerve to widen her legs and drag a finger over her slit. It was an open invitation for sure. “My brother’s in the other room.” That never would have stopped him from fucking anyone, until she walked out on him. He’d allowed someone into his heart, and she trampled him. “I have no intention of sharing you with your brother.” He held up a hand. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just that he might hear us and come in. You are noisy.” Boy, was she ever. It was one of the things he loved about her. She lifted her lips in a way that turned his heart inside out. “Noisy, huh. You’ve never heard my real noisy lovemaking. Care to try me out?” She was tormenting him on purpose. “You shouldn’t be here.” Could he come up with any more lame excuses? “I don’t care if you think I should be here or not. I want you.” She walked toward him, swaying her hips so provocatively that his cock



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nearly shot out of his pants. He had to have her, but his heart had already shattered. Aw, hell, what was one more experience with this amazing woman? “Let me wipe off my hands.” He grabbed a wipe and cleaned up the best he could. Don’t do this. Once she starts, you’ll lose it and do what she asks. She kept coming, her gaze on him. “I need to fuck some sense into you, cowboy.” “Shh. Tim’ll hear.” Like he cared what his brother thought. “I don’t care who hears. I want the world to know that I love you. I love Trace, too, and I want both of you.” Love, huh. No one loved him. And they had every good reason not to. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I have nothing to show for my life. I’m trying to help out my family by staying here, by working the ranch.” “I’m good with that. It’ll take hard work and dedication to keep this place running.” She finally reached him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her sweet cheek pressed against his sweaty chest. He was sure his cock leaked cum. He licked his lips, which were inches from hers. “Don’t I know it.” “So why do you still hate yourself so much?” Was he that transparent? “Because…” He couldn’t come up with a good answer for her. He was taking responsibility, willing to give up the life of luxury and work hard. That should be enough, but it wasn’t. Except for Trace, who he practically considered his brother, he’d pushed people away his whole life, pretending to care. And then he found Diana and realized he more than cared for her, and that scared the shit out of him. He wiped the sweat from his brow. Diana pressed her hips against his covered cock, and the pressure nearly undid him. “What’s a girl got to do to get laid around here?” “We can’t.”



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Every muscle on her face stilled. “Why not?” “I’m telling you, I’m not reliable.” “I think you are.” He wanted her sweet pussy more than anything and wished Trace was here to share her, but he knew she’d get tired of him, especially if he had to spend all day in the field. Eventually, she’d wonder what she saw in him. He needed her to see reason. “Look. If you want to be just another lay, fine. I’ll stick my cock in you and fuck you hard and fast. But don’t expect anything else from me.” He kept his gaze on her, hoping she wouldn’t see that every word was a lie. “You don’t mean that.” Her jaw slackened and she moved away. His fingers itched to take her in his arms and tell her it wasn’t true, that he did love her and would cherish her for the rest of his miserable life, but she deserved better. “Hey, Jack.” Shit. “Tim, get the hell out of here.” “Not on your life. I heard you turn down her offer. I’ll be happy to oblige this sweet thing. A real man would never turn her down.” She jerked around and drew her hands over her chest. Before he could respond, she rushed back the few feet to the pile of clothes and scooped them into her arms. She turned her back to Tim, pulled her shirt over her head, and stepped into her skirt as if she was a scared little rabbit and brother Tim had a large shotgun aimed at her. She sprinted past Tim and raced out the barn. “See what the fuck you did?” “What? Just wanted to take her up on her offer. You didn’t seem interested.” “Fuck you.” He wanted to stop her, to explain everything, but even he didn’t understand just how messed-up he really was. ****



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She’d never been more humiliated in her life. For the first time ever, she’d aggressively gone after a man, and look what happened. Jack had shown his true colors. He couldn’t have been more clear. He didn’t want her, just like he hadn’t wanted her in high school. So much for Jack DeMarco being a changed man. Through a veil of tears, she tore down the rutted entrance, bouncing so hard she hit her head on the roof of the Jeep. It didn’t matter. She needed the pain, even relished it, to block out the ache attacking her heart. She never should have come, but failure never entered her mind. She had a Ph-fucking-D in psychology for God’s sake. She should have seen this rejection coming and should have been able to see through Jack’s façade. He was a player, always had been and always would be. He never really cared for her. She was a client, a goodlooking piece of ass and nothing more. And Trace? Had his story been a lie too? No, she refused to believe that. He did care for her, but would he want her without his best bud? Did he draw his excitement from watching and sharing? Hell if she knew. By the time she got home, her tears had dried, but her stomach had knotted up into a tight ball that might never unwind. Trace would be so disappointed she’d failed to convince Jack to join them, or at least she hoped he would be. She unlocked the front door and stepped into the cool foyer. “Trace?” She’d driven him from town, so he had to be here. Maybe he’d grabbed another beer and was sitting out back on the terrace. She plopped her keys on the counter and went outside. Darn, he wasn’t there either. “Trace?” She pulled out her phone to call him, only to realize she didn’t have his number. Now what did that say about how tight they were? Don’t freak. There was a reason for everything. Her office was only a



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mile away, so he could have walked to pick up his vehicle. But why would he? Had he decided to go back to Tucson? When he didn’t return by dinner, she feared she’d break into pieces. She couldn’t lose both men. Life couldn’t be that cruel. He must have decided that he didn’t want the three of them to be together after all. Sherry would know what to do. After all, her best friend had learned a lot about life dealing with four toddlers and pouring drinks for half the town. Diana put on a pair of jeans, a bra, and a more conservative top, trying to convince herself she was overreacting, that he’d connected with an old high school buddy and was shooting the breeze until she came home. She hopped back in the car and headed straight to Luke’s Sports Bar. Thank goodness, the bar area was mostly empty and only a few customers were seated for an early dinner. The screens above bar were on, but the sound was at a reasonable level to allow conversation. She slid onto a stool in front of Sherry. “What’s wrong, sweetie? You look like death.” A tear leaked out, and she swiped it off her cheek. “I don’t know where to turn.” Sherry waved to Luke, the owner. “We have an emergency.” She nodded at Diana. He shuffled over. “Use the back room. I’ll take over. It’s not like I have a lot of customers.” Sherry tossed him a half smile. “I owe you.” “Uh-huh.” Diana followed her best friend into a quiet room filled with boxes and sat on a small stack of liquor boxes. Sherry did the same. “Spill. Don’t leave out any of the details. It was that resort you went to, wasn’t it? If they hurt you, I’m going to sic Danny on those sons of bitches.” She forgot she hadn’t spoken with Sherry since she left for her adventure. “No. Nothing like that happened, at least not in the way



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you think.” Even though her thoughts were totally jumbled, she managed to paint a picture of two wonderful men, including the rescue of the young girl and time they spent in the tent. Some details she purposefully left out. “That was you who saved the girl?” “Yes.” She’d almost forgotten about her. “I can’t believe you heard about her.” “It made the headlines of the paper. Why, you’re a hero.” That didn’t matter. “She okay?” “Other than a broken leg and some dehydration, she’ll fully recover, thanks to you and your superheroes.” Superheroes? Not anymore, they weren’t. While she was happy she’d saved the girl and still wanted to know how the girl ended up in the valley by herself, that story would have to wait. “I’m happy everything worked out.” “So why the sad face?” “Because the two men turned out to be none other than Trace Turner and Jack DeMarco.” Sherry’s face paled. “You’re shitting me, right?” “I wish I were.” “What did they do when they found out who you really were?” She told her about the note and how she’d turned chicken and ran. “Then Trace drove all the way to Flagstaff to tell me he wanted me.” Sherry clapped her hands. “That’s wonderful. My God, who would have thought you’d end up with that heartthrob.” “That’s one of my problems. I went to convince Jack that I loved him too, but he tossed me out.” “And you’re surprised, why?” “I thought he’d changed.” “From a womanizer to a real lover?” Okay, coming from Sherry, that did sound a little ridiculous. “I guess you’re right. So, what should I do?”



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“Move on with your life. If they want you, they’ll find you.” Those were sage words from a sage woman. Sherry handed her a bar napkin to blow her nose. “You’re right.” “Come back to the bar. I think you could use a drink.” “A drink?” Sherry laughed and her spirits rose. “However many it takes to forget those two.” “There isn’t enough booze in the bar for that.” “Oh, sweetie. You do have it bad.” “You have no idea.” **** When Trace made it back to Diana’s house around nine, no lights were on. Worry crept into his step as he approached the front door and knocked. She wouldn’t be in bed this early. “Diana? It’s Trace.” He rang the bell a few times, thinking she might be in the shower. After he called Emily at the women’s shelter to let her know he was in town, she’d asked him to stop by to see the improvements they’d made since he was there last. He figured Diana would take hours with Jack, so he’d locked the door. Now he couldn’t get into her house even if he wanted to. He walked to the side of the house and looked in, hoping to see her asleep on the sofa. She wasn’t there. She was probably fucking Jack for a third time today, which was why she wasn’t home. His cock tightened, thinking of doing the same. He ought to be there to join in the fun. Since Jack’s farm was only twenty minutes south of here, he decided to head on down and surprise them. The thought of having a threesome again put fire back in his blood. Though he’d only driven to Jack’s farm a time or two on his own, he’d been there plenty of times when Jack brought him to play video



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games or shoot the breeze after football practice, or if Trace’s dad was in one of his rages. Jack’s farmhouse had been his only place of solace. His whole life he’d lived in fear of the beatings until he was big enough to fight back. Anger had infused every cell in his body during those formative years. He’d missed out on getting the love he thought he deserved. Now he knew he wanted a loving family with as many children as he could have. There’d been no time to broach the topic with Diana and Jack, but he bet they’d both be in favor of the idea. If not, he’d spend his days trying to convince them. When he got to the farm, he went to the back door where Jack had always brought him. Mrs. DeMarco answered. “Trace, that you?” How she recognized him after all this time, he didn’t know. “Yes, ma’am, it sure is. Long time.” He stepped inside and gave her a hug. God, he loved this woman. “Is Jack around?” “He came in to eat dinner but said nothing before heading back out to the barn.” “Was a pretty blonde with him?” He grinned, thinking about Diana’s sweet pussy. “For a while. She came, but I saw her hightail it out of here a few minutes later. When I asked Jack about her, he wouldn’t answer. All he would say was that it was none of my business. Maybe you can find out what’s up with him. He came here so nice and wanting to help. As soon as that woman came, he turned into a bear.” What the hell had he said to her, or she to him? If she left a while ago, why wasn’t she home? Too many thoughts collided with each other. “Don’t worry about Jack, Mrs. DeMarco. He just needs an attitude adjustment.” And maybe a knock in the head. “You going to give it to him?” She smiled. “Hell yes.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Wish me luck.” He jogged to the barn. Pounding metal on metal reached his ears.



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He followed the sound to a back room. Jack’s back faced him when he stepped into the tack room. “Jack?” His friend turned around. Trace didn’t expect to be met with lowered lids and a clenched fist. “What the fuck do you want? Did your girlfriend send you?” He made no sense. “She was with you, last I heard.” “She left hours ago.” Same story his mom had told him. “Did everything go okay?” He could guess the answer but wanted to hear it from Jack’s mouth. “She said she wanted me.” He shot him the finger. “Like I believe that. I sent her home.” Without thinking, he closed the gap between them and grabbed Jack by the shirt. “Did you fuck her?” Jack pushed him back. “Hell no. She only wants you. I told her to enjoy her life. We can’t be together, don’t you get it?” His heart pounded in his chest, anger so close to the surface he feared he would become his father. “No. Explain it to me.” “I’m no good for her. She has a PhD, owns her own business, and was valedictorian in high school and college. Why would she want me? Or you, for that matter?” He’d wondered the same thing. “Because she loves us? And we love her, or at least I do. You’d realize it, too, if you’d take the time to drag your head out of your sorry ass.” The steam seemed to go out of Jack’s body. He tossed the tools on the counter and his shoulders sagged. He sat his butt on the edge of the table. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I’m trying to be realistic. I have to stay here to help the family. The day-in and day-out workload is intense. I’m not sure she’d be happy with the amount of time I could devote to her. I know she only lives twenty minutes from here, but with travel time and a job that requires her to be in the field, what if she becomes unhappy? I couldn’t survive if I got a longer taste



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of her and she split. Hell, I’m a mess after a few days.” Trace paced the small room. “I’ve had the same doubts, but I think we can make it work. My mom always preached that life didn’t come with guarantees. If we work hard enough, we can make sure to keep her happy.” “You really think so?” He sounded like he was back in high school. “I’m not sure we’re the ones who should be making this decision. How did Diana act when she came here?” He blew out a breath. “I was in a piss-poor mood. She sensed it, I suppose. She stood there and stripped for me. Didn’t have any underwear on either. She came ready for fucking.” Trace tried to re-create the scene in his mind and got hard. “And you tossed her out?” “Fucking A, I did. It wouldn’t have been fair to her if I hadn’t.” His friend was an idiot. Didn’t he see the love in her eyes? “I’ve decided I’m not going back to the resort. I couldn’t touch another woman without thinking of Diana. She’s basically ruined me for life.” “Me too.” “So? I want to be with Diana, but it’s better with the three of us.” Jack’s eyes lightened. “You sure?” “Yes.” Did he have to bang Jack’s head in with the hammer to make him see reason? Light sparked across his face. “You could always work here. At least you’d be near her.” He didn’t need the money, at least for a few years anyway, but he wanted to make something of himself too. “How about you give me, say, five acres of this monstrous spread, and I’ll work for you at minimum wage. You know I’m good around the animals. I want to be outside, working with my hands. It’s what I love.” He smiled. “I’ll have to consult the powers that be, but I think we can work out a deal. In fact, that just gave me a great idea.” “What?”



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Chapter Eleven Even after talking with Sherry about the dilemma, they never did resolve whether it had been a good idea to confront Jack or not. At least she’d told him how she felt, for which she was glad. Bottling up one’s emotions never worked well in the end. Now, it was up to Jack to either live in self-pity or be a man and accept her love. Trace had every reason to be leery of relationships. My God. His life had been full of rejection and disappointment, but not Jack’s, though maybe she didn’t have all the facts. She pulled into her drive and cut the engine. Sometimes life sucked, and you had to move on. She got out of the car and stopped, finally coming to a conclusion that she was going to fight for her men. Lights from two car interiors shone off to the side. She swiveled around. Two tall men silhouetted by the moon strode toward her. She’d recognize them anywhere. “Jack? Trace? What are you doing here?” Her body thrummed. Her pussy exploded with joy, her heart beat erratically, and her stomach soured. She wasn’t sure she could handle an intense confrontation. If they were here just to hug her good-bye, she’d break down and make a fool of herself. Both came near, and the porch light reflected off their smiles. They were happy? The unexpected change weakened every muscle. “We’ve reconsidered your offer,” Jack said. She didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but acting flip was easier to deal with. “If you plan of having a three-way on the lawn,



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I’ve got to tell you, a cop lives next door and we’ll all be arrested before anyone of us can climax.” She laughed, but from their hooded eyes, they had something else in mind. “We’d like to come in.” Trace stood an inch from her face. She was tempted to kiss him, take off his clothes right there and do him, but for the neighbors’ sake, she’d ask them in. “Sure.” When they followed her in, something jingled inside the bags they were carrying. Let them talk. “Beer?” she asked, wanting to stay on safe grounds. “No. We have something better.” Jake approached. “I think you offered something this afternoon that I stupidly turned down. Trace talked some sense into me. Does the deal still stand?” He acted confident, but from the small tremor in those last few words, he was holding his breath, waiting for a yes. Given what he’d put her through tonight, she should make him suffer. “I’m not sure anymore.” His chest caved. Good. He cared, which is all she really wanted to know. Trace moved in closer. “What about me?” “You left without a word. I think both of you should be punished.” Jack held up his hands. “Don’t even think it.” “Why not? I loved getting spanked. While I can’t exactly bend you over my knee, I can come up with creative ways to punish you. A spanking would be the most pleasant, let me assure you.” She planted a hand on her hip. “You game?” Both men exchanged glances and dropped trou. Their cocks were already erect. They took off their boots and socks, too. “Might as well go all the way.” She’d gotten this far with her demands. In a flash, they both stood before her, naked and wanting. Her



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pussy melted, causing juices to drip onto her panties. Her tits tingled, remembering what they did to her. Jack cupped his balls. “I’ve thought about you ever since I read your note. Hell, ever since I first saw you again. I was a fool. I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.” His sad eyes made her want to throw herself at him, but she had to refrain until after the punishment. Trace picked up both paper bags. “I think we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom.” Conventional was not their usual style, but she’d go with it. “You know the way.” He didn’t blink but strode down the hall with Jack following. She loved how their tight asses barely moved as they glided away from her. She followed, the sexy movements making her throat go dry. When she walked into the room, she laughed. Hands on the bed, they had their asses facing her. “I’m glad to see you’re going to take your punishment like men.” Jack craned his neck and looked back at her, a big grin on his face. “Oh, darlin’, you have no idea how much we’re going to enjoy punishment day.” Day? She edged next to them and slapped Jack on the ass. Her palm stung, but he didn’t move an inch. “That all you got, darlin’?” He was inciting her. She raised her hand higher and came down harder. The slap barely made a sound. “Ooh. That hurt so much. Do it again.” His cocky attitude pissed her off. She let it loose and was rewarded with an “Ooof.” She stepped to the other side of Jack. “Move over so I can get between you.” She doubted her left hand would give much of a wallop to Trace’s cute ass. Three strikes later, she was convinced she suffered more than they did. Their butts were only slightly pink.



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“I thought you were going to spank us, sugar.” “Fuck you.” Yes, he was teasing her, but it got her juices going. This time she slammed her hand against his ass the best she could. His rear turned a bit redder. “Does that feel good?” Trace rolled over and she could have sworn his cock was more rigid. “Real good. I can see why you liked to be punished. The heat and the throbbing is all good.” The glint in their eyes told her this was going to be an evening to remember. Jack approached her from one side, Trace the other. They took her shoes off first, then her jeans. Surprisingly, they left her lace panties on. After they divested her of her shirt, Jack lowered the straps of her bra so that her nipples were almost exposed. The new look made her feel sexy. “We know how much you loved being tied up before, so we brought some rope. It’s not velvet, but it’s still soft.” Jack dangled a rope in front of her. It looked new, but not as soft as cloth. She’d been about to say no until she remembered how amazing it felt to have these men do wicked things to her body. They’d be gentle too. “Wait. How will be able to get my panties off if you tie my legs wide open. I just bought these.” She stuck out her bottom lip. No way did she want them to rip them off her. Trace moved to within an inch of her body. “If you want us to see your wet pussy so soon, we’ll oblige. He dragged his thumbs down her hips and caught the material. When her panties were halfway down her thighs, he knelt in front of her and separated her pussy lips with his tongue. She grabbed his shoulders and huffed out a breath. “God, that is so good. Don’t stop.” He didn’t, but he seemed to go out of his way to avoid touching her in her most sensitive spot. This experience was going to be one of need and desire. They both had a knack of knowing just when she was about to come then stopping at the absolute wrong time. Trace squeezed her ass under her panties before pulling away. He



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looked up and smiled. “I wanted to let you know you are in for a long night of incredible stimulation.” “I hope you let me do the same torture to you.” “We’ll see.” He slipped off her panties, picked her up, and gently dropped her on the bed. Jack must have taken the break to gather a few towels from her closet, for he carefully wrapped her ankles. She watched for a moment before Trace pulled out a sleep mask. “I think it’s more intense when you can’t see.” She’d been through that before, but this time, they had her full trust. “I admit, the unknown made it interesting.” If her pussy wasn’t already wet from Trace’s licking, it sure was now. He placed the mask over her eyes, and her senses heightened. With her feet spread wide and her hands over her head, she relaxed for a better experience than climbing the highest mountain. She heard what sounded like the top of a jar being screwed off. “What’s that?” “You’ll see.” His large hand rubbed the cream, first on top of her bare mound, then on the inside. “Oh. It’s cold.” “I’ll become warm really fast.” “What does it do?” She couldn’t imagine why they’d like to eat through cream, unless it was edible. “You’ll find out soon enough, but if you believe the packaging, it’s supposed to make your sweet little cunt even more sensitive to our touch.” Sparks of need clenched her pussy as the cream heated her flesh. “I’m already over-the-top sensitive. This will drive me crazy.” “Just as we planned. But we’re not done yet.” She could always tell which man was where from his scent. Jack smelled of leather and sunshine whereas Trace seemed to favor the sandalwood colognes. Trace leaned over her breasts. His breath caressed her skin. He gently suckled one nipple.



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Then the cream turned hot between her legs and her need intensified. “Jack, I think it’s time to touch me. I’m so wet. I need your fingers or your cock, or whatever you’re willing to give me.” “Darlin’, we’re going to hold out as long as we can. This might take hours.” She didn’t think she could last more than a few minutes. Trace nipped the crest of her nipple. “I want to get them ready for some intense stimulation.” “Can’t you see how they’re hard already?” She might not be able to see them standing up, but she sure could feel the tips pointing upward. “This might pinch a bit, but the reward will be worth it.” Pinch? She could have sworn he clipped on clothespins. The pressure took her breath away, but a moment later, the tightness turned to pleasure. “That’s good.” “Sugar, I haven’t started. Jack, why don’t you work some of that cream inside her pussy again? We want her desperate, needy, and very wanting.” “Yes.” She shouldn’t have egged them on, but at least she’d get something to soothe the building intensity. An electric current shot through each nipple, and the pulse raced down the sides of her tits and tickled her tummy. The unexpected shock took her breath away. “What was that?” Trace ran his hands down her arms. “Easy there. Does it feel good? That’s all that matters.” She inhaled and let the jolts reach her sopping wet pussy. “Yes.” “Then hold on.” He must have dialed up the voltage, for quick blasts pumped across her nipples, causing her back to arch. “Dear God. I don’t think I can handle any more.” Jack must have sensed the urgency in her tone, for he nudged her opening with something hard. It wasn’t flesh. More like glass. “Darlin’, this is just to take the edge off your excitement.”



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Edge? My God, the dildo he’d placed down there was huge. He pushed it in higher and she knew she had to have it all the way inside it. Then the unimaginable happened. The glasslike object began to turn, twist, and pump as if it had become possessed. More shocks coursed across her nipples. Now the arching electric currents reached her back. They’d turned her on, all right. She probably was glowing from the power. “Last level, sugar.” Trace must have been grinning from his light tone. Bastard. She jerked from the increase. She’d never had anything like this done to her. Jack’s hand rubbed her feet and Trace massaged her face. It was all too much. Then the noise, the vibrations, and the touching stopped. “What happened?” “We didn’t want you to come too soon.” “Too late, I think I climaxed about ten times all ready, but I have more in me.” She expected to be completely exhausted. Instead, everything they did energized her, almost as if she could go all night. Trace removed the titty “torture” device, and Jack pulled the plug between her thighs. Her body still vibrated from the residual current. The mask disappeared, and both men hovered over her, smiling. Next they removed her restraints. Still grinning, Trace rolled her over and pulled her up to her elbows and knees. “You weren’t supposed to come. If you came ten times, we’ll have to punish you ten times longer than we planned. Jack, get out the whip.” “I don’t think so, guys.” “This is only for a last resort, darlin’. Trace?” The first slap stung. No womanly hits for them. Jack got in the fray, too. They alternated for what seemed like a full minute. The heat turned from pain to passion, and soon her clit throbbed so much, she



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was sure she was dripping pussy juice on the bed. “Uncle.” They stopped. “Uncle?” She rolled over. “Uncle. You know, where I say you have to stop. I have to fuck you right now or I’ll lose my mind. You could ask me for my money, my life, anything, and I’d agree to it.” Jack chuckled. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I’ll fuck your bottom until you scream. Trace can be the front man, then we’ll switch.” “No.” “No?” they said in unison. “I want to make love to both of you at the same time.” Jack grinned. “Are you saying you want me to be in your puckered hole while you’re fucking Trace?” The idea of it was so forbidden that her pussy got wet thinking about it. “Yes.” “Well, I happen to have some lube with me.” He grinned. “I’ve been wanting to wedge into that tight little ring ever since we were in the tent.” Her chest caved as her breath whooshed out. “Me too.” “We’re going to take our time with you to make this the most amazing experience for all of us.” Her dry mouth couldn’t even form the words. She merely nodded. Jack planted his hands on her hips and squeezed. “You know you changed my life, darlin’.” Her heart nearly stopped. She wanted to ask him how, but now was so not the time for discussion. His palms slid down her bottom, and he nudged her knees wider, forcing her to scoot lower. The scraping of metal on glass alerted her to a jar opening. Jack smeared cool, thick lube on her puckered anus, slowly working in a finger. “Oh.” She wiggled her butt to help ease the penetration. “Easy, there.” Jack withdrew his finger, then pressed it in again, clearly wanting to smooth the way for his large cock.



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Trace cupped her face, and she refocused her attention on him. “You’ve got to relax and trust us. Jack’s going to get you ready from behind while I get your delicious pussy all hot and bothered.” He lifted her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him, her lips inches from his. He trailed kisses down her throat, and her body went limp from the joy of having him take such care. She jumped when Jack eased in a second finger between her cheeks and stroked her. “That’s it. Feel the pressure and embrace it.” His warm voice soothed her as his fingers stretched further her rings of flesh. Erotic pulses filled her body. She wanted Jack. She wanted Trace. All three together would be amazing. “Please. Jack. No more waiting.” “Intimacy is the cornerstone to loving. Be patient.” As his two fingers continued to massage her, he lifted her hair off her back and kissed her neck. The caresses made her moan, and his gentle touch helped relax her muscles. “I like that.” Okay, she more than liked that, but the words were too hard to form. Seemingly encouraged by her comment, Jack dragged a tongue under her ear, right over her sensitive spot, and she pressed her bottom downward to take in more of his exploring fingers. Trace also continued his sensual assault. He slanted his lips over hers and devoured her mouth. After what seemed too short a time, he moved his lips down her throat and over to one breast. She sucked in a breath. The tips were extra sensitive after they’d put those clips on her. He sucked harder, causing sparks of need to course through her. Joy spread to every cell in her body. She had to feel his skin on hers and wanted him to experience the erotic pleasure with her. She touched his hard cock. From his intake of breath, he too was close to climaxing. “You need to be careful there, Diana. You don’t need me to explode before you’re ready.”



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He called her by her name. She wasn’t just a darlin’ or a sugar to him. That meant more to her than anything. “I’m ready.” Boy, was she ever. Her pussy was mega-wet and pulsating with every suck of his lips. Jack must have noticed her preoccupation with what Jack was doing. He ran his hand over her head, and then along the side of her face, cupping her chin. “I want this to be perfect. I want you to want me.” The desperation in his voice tore at her. “I do want you. I love you both.” Trace moved to the other breast and dipped a finger between her legs. The nerve endings fired in her whole body. “I don’t know how long I can last.” “You sure you’re ready?” “Yes.” Trace lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him, his rigid cock between them. He ran his hands down her back and squeezed her rear end. Kneading the flesh, he opened her wide. “Ride me.” He didn’t have to ask twice. Diana lifted up and grabbed his cock. She gave a few pumps just to see his breath catch and to connect with him on a different level. “I told you before, you’re playing with fire there.” “I know.” A laugh bubbled up at the love in his eyes. She opened wide and slid down on him. Her eager channel was slick with her juices, but when he lifted his hips, his cock seemed to expand. He gently rubbed her hips, but from the pressure of his hands, he wanted her to stay put. “Lean forward on your elbows so Jack can have you too.” With that, he pressed upward, tilting her into position. At the same time she pressed her chest close to Trace’s and widened her legs. “I want you, Jack.” “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”



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He nudged the tight, muscled ring open with his cock and moved in an inch. The feeling of being filled overwhelmed her. A quick flash of panic tore at her. “You both can’t fit. I know those sex toys could be in there together, but you two are way bigger.” Jack rubbed her back with a slow swirling motion. “Don’t worry, we’ll be just fine. Relax and get used to me.” She forced her muscles to let go their tight rein. Jack must have sensed it, for he pressed in further until she was sure his cock had reached her stomach. Now both of his hands massaged her rear, helping her accept his large size. Trace stroked the sides of her tits as he slid in and out of her. He, too, must have known she needed to adjust to having both her men inside her, and kept his thrusts slow and deliberate. The idea of loving both at the same time was beyond her wildest dreams, and yet she wanted them to pump in her hard. Jack pulled out of her rear, causing her to gasp. “Too much?” The worry in his tone was laced with love. “No. I want all of you.” He shimmied in and out again until he was seated all the way in. His care meant the world to her. Trace ran his hands down her arms and kissed her with more passion than any man should possess. It was almost as if he was trying to earn all the love he’d never had. All during his undivided attention to her lips and breasts, his pace slowly increased, his movements easy in her sopping pussy. She wanted to move and meet his thrusts, but now it was Jack who held her hips tight. He, too, picked up the pace to match Trace’s rhythm. When one went in, the other slid out. The tender care caused a tear to form on her lids. Never had she experienced anything so marvelous in her life. Jack held her shoulders and lovingly squeezed. “You drive me crazy with want, with need. I love being inside you.”



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The vulnerability with which he spoke made her want to take him deeper. Jack hit the back of her wall and pushed her desires to a new level. Both of them showered her with kisses, with touches, and with their glorious cocks. Her pussy wept with excitement and she opened her bottom opened wider for Jack. Then it was Jack’s turn to give his attention to her tits. He wrapped his hands around to her front and rubbed and teased her nipples until she cried out in joy. “That’s it, Diana, let me hear how much you love this.” Trace smiled. She needed lips, wanted his tongue probing her mouth. Cupping his face, she dove in, not coming up for air until both men changed the pace and slammed into her at the same time. “Yes!” Completely filled with both cocks, she squeezed tight to milk both of them. Jack, too, let out a strangled cry. “I’m coming! Come with me, Diana.” His plea carried her higher. Trace pumped faster and faster until the universe seemed to explode. “Oh, my God,” she screamed. “Jack, Trace, oh my God.” Her world went black for a moment as the climax descended on her. Trace’s and Jack’s cocks enlarged, and they both filled her with their warm fluids. She held her breath to savor their unconditional love. As if someone deflated a balloon, they all collapsed on the bed. Even their pants seemed to be in sync. She wasn’t sure who said what first, but she knew nothing like that had ever happened to her before and probably not to them either. “I’m not sure I can move,” she groaned. Jack slowly pulled out his cock, and she regretted the loss. He rubbed her bottom. “Don’t think you’re going to sleep, at least not for the night. We have a lot more loving to do.” Easy for him to say. Trace propped up his head with his hand and rubbed her stomach.



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“I’ve been thinking. This might not be the right time to say this, but I gotta get it off my chest. As you both know, I never had a normal childhood.” He’d paused so long she wasn’t sure if he expected her to say anything. Trace cleared his throat as if what he was about to say was harder than his cock had been minutes before. “Would anyone be willing to marry me and have, say, five kids?” She wasn’t sure she heard him right. “What?” That came out of left field. “You want to marry one of us? I don’t think Jack’s parents would appreciate those nuptials.” He tapped her nose. “You know I was talking about you.” Jack climbed on the other side. “You read my mind, bro. I was thinking we could build a house on those five acres you’re getting, and the three of us could move in, assuming that’s acceptable to Diana. We’ll make it big enough for a family of seven.” “Whoa. You really want five kids?” She was delighted with the turn of events but knew that in a relationship, she needed an equal say. “Let’s start with one and go from there.” Jack grinned, twinkling his eyes, and she fell in love with him all over again. “What else do you want? Tell us your dreams.” “I need to think a bit. You know how much I love being outdoors. I’d be only twenty minutes from the office, so that won’t be a problem. In the summer, I book about three excursions a month. I’ve been thinking of reducing my workload to once a month and letting my assistant, Kristen, take the rest.” Did that sound wonderful or what? Trace cleared his throat. She understood his concern. “Of course, that is all based on my ability to scale mountains. Should I happen to get pregnant, all bets are off for a few months. You two wouldn’t mind caring for the kids while I work, do you?”



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Jack smiled. “Hell, no. Besides, my mom probably won’t leave the kids’ side until they turn eighteen.” She laughed, knowing that would be true. She’d always wanted a family but never found anyone she loved enough until she met them. “Uh-oh.” Both men stiffened. “What is it?” Jack asked. “I can’t marry both of you. I’ll have to choose.” Trace ran his hand down her leg and distracted her. “You only get to marry one of us legally, but the other will be bound to you. Since I want the Tanner family name to end with me, how about if our children become DeMarcos?” Jack tapped his chest. “Besides, I’m older by a month.” She held up her hands. “I will marry both if we agree to no arguing over me. I love you both and want to spend as much time as I can with you two, but it will be on my terms.” “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison. She laughed again at their instant agreement. She’d never lived in a large home, let alone one with so many bedrooms. “So do I get to pick out this five-acre piece of property?” Jack and Trace glanced at each other. “Absolutely. Anywhere you want. Dad said he had no problem with Trace getting the pick of the land. Tomorrow morning, we’ll take a ride over the whole estate and you can tell us what suits your fancy.” “And your parents will be good with all three of us living together?” “Are you kidding? Mom will throw the biggest and best wedding Flagstaff has ever seen.” She laughed. “Then I say yes to all of it.” The two men banged heads as they tried to get to her lips first. She laughed. “Easy, you two. Remember what I said. No fighting. There’s plenty to go around.” Trace smiled. “Now that’s what we wanted to hear.”



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.

Also by Melody S. Monroe Siren Classic: Verdict Ménage Everlasting: Fantasy Resort 1: Three Hired Lovers Ménage Everlasting: Fantasy Resort 2: Undercover Fantasy Ménage Everlasting: Fantasy Resort 3: Hidden Fantasy

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