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  Her gaze wandered to the back of the house where a step down from the family room led to a glassed-in solarium, the molded panes curving up to halfway across the ceiling there. The view mirrored that from Pete’s bedroom, showing the long sweep of land and the mountains in the distance. Today, low clouds curled at the tops of the peaks, looking like mist rising from the trees.

  That room, she decided as she poured herself a cup of coffee then headed there, would be her favorite place in the house if she’d stayed here. Deep longing fell over her, and she sank onto the soft orangey-red cushions of a rattan couch. Two matching chairs sat at an angle to either side and a glass-topped table had been placed in the center of the grouping. At this level, she could see a small barn off to the right of the house.

  Her eyes went wide as she saw a man standing there. Hot coffee sloshed over her hand and onto her bare thighs, and she cried out sharply at the sudden pain. Quickly she mopped it up with the edge of the dark tee then shot to her feet. A moment later, when she looked toward the barn again, no one was there. Craning her head, she looked around the area. No one close by. But…

  Was her mind fooling her? That area where she’d “seen” someone was shrouded in shadows. Maybe it had been a trick of the sunlight. Maybe not. Goose bumps sprouted down her arms as she shivered at the thought of being watched. Could it have been Sam? She didn’t remember what he looked like, but she thought he had red hair. The person she’d seen—if indeed she had seen something—didn’t. At least, she didn’t think so. It was hard to tell in the shadows. Stupid spilling coffee distracting her!

  Maybe, it was just one of the ranch hands. They were all over the spread doing a million tasks a day. It would make sense if they had business in one of the barns over here. More sense than thinking it was Sam—or the person who’d been doing the vandalism, if it wasn’t Sam. Pete had told her at one point yesterday that all the fires and destruction had taken place after dark.

  Calming herself, she headed back in to change and wash this shirt, too. Just as she’d passed the kitchen area and started upstairs, the house phone next to the dining nook started ringing. Turning, she rushed back to it.

  “Hello?” she answered. She lifted the pen from the memo board beside the phone.

  Silence greeted her, and another round of goose bumps assaulted her. Lord, she needed to shake this off. There was nothing nefarious going on.

  “Hello?” she asked again.

  “Um…”

  She knew instantly that she’d just startled the caller. He hadn’t expected a woman to pick up.

  “Is…can I speak to Sullivan—um, Sully?” the man asked.

  “He’s not here. Can I take a message?” she replied. Why would anyone think Sully would be here in the middle of the day, in the middle of the work week?

  “No. Well…yeah, I guess so.”

  Don’t let me twist your arm there, she thought, smiling at the guy’s indecision.

  “Just tell him that Brett called, okay? And ask him to call me back.”

  “Sure. Does he have the number?”

  “Yeah,” he clipped out then hung up without saying goodbye.

  Moon pulled the receiver from her ear and stared at it. “Rude much?”

  Shaking her head, she scrawled a message to Sully on the small pad then headed upstairs to change.

  * * * *

  “Moon!”

  “Back here!” she called. She’d borrowed Pete’s laptop and a notepad then gone to the solarium to do some work. She needed to check up on Ree and see what rumors—true or otherwise—were floating around the net today. If it was anything seeming particularly bad, she’d have to enact damage control.

  She set the computer on the coffee table them stood as the three guys came thundering into the kitchen. Almost unconsciously, she smoothed her hands over her shirt and jeans, preparing for them. She hadn’t bothered with the flannel shirt since she wasn’t leaving the house, but having three sets of dark, hungry eyes pinning her, made her extra conscious of her soft, unbound breasts beneath the pliable cotton.

  A flare of heat coursed through her center as she studied their powerful bodies. Thick thigh muscles strained against all three men’s worn jeans, and matching cords bulged in their forearms. Fresh from work, they seemed even stronger, even more brawny than the last time she’d seen them.

  Her gaze traveled up Pete’s wide chest and thick neck until she met his eyes. He smiled then she looked over at Sully and Cord. Cord grinned while Sully tipped his head knowingly.

  “I made some sandwiches, beans and a salad,” she said, tilting her head toward the fridge but keeping her stare on them. “I wasn’t really sure what you eat at lunch, but—”

  Her words cut off as Pete’s smile widened. “There’s something we really like, but we only seem to get it once a year,” he said.

  Oh lord. His crystal clear meaning got her wet. She shifted, crossing one leg in front of the other as she covertly pressed her thighs together. The pressure only made it worse.

  “Do you, um, want me to get out the food?” she asked.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and plate it up while we go take showers,” Sully said. “I’m sure you don’t want to be within five feet of us sweaty cowboys right now.”

  And he was dead wrong, but she headed for the fridge. “Right,” she replied, her throat a little raspy. “Don’t take too long.”

  “Oh, we’ll be back in a flash,” Cord promised. “Taskmaster here only gives us an hour.”

  “Whiner,” Pete answered.

  “Tyrant.”

  “Go,” Moon exclaimed, laughing.

  “C’mon Sully,” Cord said, catching his hand. “We’ll share our shower to save time.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a sound plan,” Pete posed.

  “Eh, so there’s a little pre-game.” He looked at Moon, his teasing fading as his gaze darkened with desire once more. “Maybe take off some clothes, too.”

  “Like all of them,” Sully added.

  “We’ll see.” She wasn’t too keen about standing around naked. She couldn’t help the bubble of joy rolling through her though. These were the guys she knew from last year, playful and teasing, not as intense as yesterday. Well, except for Pete. He was always intense. It was pretty much his most overwhelming personality trait.

  Excitement vibrating through her, she pulled plates from the cupboard then took the plastic-wrap-covered bowls and platter from the refrigerator. She set everything on the breakfast counter that separated the kitchen from the family room.

  Deciding to play nice—and save her only remaining, available undergarment—she slipped out of her jeans and panties then folded them and placed them atop the dryer. The T-shirt covered her more than a mini-dress, but she still felt exposed.

  Not surprisingly, Pete was the first one back downstairs. He’d pulled on jeans, but hadn’t bothered to button the top. His mouthwatering chest was bare. She licked her lips as he advanced on her.

  He cupped her face in his cool hands and kissed her, the gentle touch of his lips not masking his urgency. If she stayed, she wondered how long it would take for this immediacy to fade. Days? Weeks? Sooner if she told him her past.

  He lifted his head and studied her, his gaze troubled. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  His brows drew together. “You were there with me then…not.”

  She shook her head then stepped closer, pressing her chest to his and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m here. I’m one-hundred percent here.” Going on her toes, she kissed him. It took him half a moment to respond, then he groaned and lifted her against him. His massive hand wrapped the back of her head while his other arm banded her to him like steel. His mouth hungrily ravaged hers, his tongue repeatedly dipping inside to taste her.

  He lifted her, and she gasped as her bare ass landed on the cool countertop. His fingers dug into her hips as he drew her closer, never releasing her mouth.

  “Hey, hey! You can’
t start without us,” Sully protested.

  “Suck it up, Sul,” Cord admonished, his teasing clear. “Just think…we get dinner and a show.”

  “I don’t really want to watch Pete’s ass while I eat,” Sully complained, and Moon couldn’t stop the giggle that started in her chest and rolled up her throat. She pulled away from Pete’s kiss and buried her face in his shoulder.

  “Good to know,” Cord replied.

  “You guys are real mood breakers,” Pete growled.

  Cord pointed at him with his fork. “And you’re not very good at sharing.”

  “I thought we cleared that up earlier.”

  “Cleared what up?” Moon asked.

  “Nothing,” all three replied.

  “Oh really?” She pushed Pete back and hopped down from the counter. Secrets peeved her, even though she kept them too—one in particular, but that was personal and only involved them peripherally.

  Pete sliced a hand through the air. “Now look,” he huffed at the other two men. “You pissed her off.”

  Her back to them as she opened the fridge for iced tea, Moon smirked at their interplay. As gripe-y as they might get with one another, she knew these three were best friends and she wouldn’t get between them.

  Playfully, she bent as if looking for something deep inside the appliance. Her shirt crept up her thighs as planned and exposed the lower curve of her ass. The next few days she really wanted to play, and teasing the guys ranked high on her to-do list.

  One of them groaned, and she looked over her shoulder. “Something wrong?”

  “I’m thinking maybe someone needs a spanking,” Pete replied.

  An aroused shudder worked through her. She straightened quickly, her breathing a little jagged. “A…what?”

  Pete came around the breakfast counter where the other two men were seated and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “A. Spanking,” he enunciated.

  “I…” Being tied up was one thing, but spanking was…provocative. She wanted to protest, but she also wanted him to do it. With his hand. On her bare ass. Then fuck her. She wanted him to spank her then fuck her.

  She stared up at him wide-eyed, hardly able to breathe. “Okay,” she said. “If you say so.”

  He blinked at her once then tilted his head slightly as if surprised by her response. A slow smile covered his lips. His fingers tightened on her wrist, and he pulled her toward the family room.

  Moon could feel her pussy growing slippery as she anticipated what he’d do. When he sat on an ottoman facing the kitchen then patted his lap, her knees went weak, one leg buckling. Grasping her, he pulled her down as she started to lower herself. She gasped as she landed belly first on his legs. He really was going to do this! And while the other two watched!

  Anticipation railing through her, she curled her fingers into the edge of the stool. She couldn’t stop her moan as Pete smoothed his hand over her ass and pushed up the shirt.

  “Such a sweet porcelain white,” he murmured. “I bet it will turn a pretty red.”

  She was shocked her whole body wasn’t already crimson from her embarrassment, not that the emotion would make her stop this moment. She pressed her face into the back of her hands. “Do it,” she begged.

  Still, he waited. Just when she thought she’d expire from the expectation, his wide palm smacked down on her rear. Her breath caught loudly in the quiet of the room. Her fingers clenched tighter. A moment later, his hand clapped down again. And then again. Fire raced through her, tendrils of flame leaping into her slick folds.

  She groaned into her wrists. This was one thing she’d never done, and…now she knew she really liked it.

  He didn’t spank her long, and when he stopped, she felt mindless with the need to have him inside her. Half-rising, he turned her so she lay across the ottoman on her belly, facing Cord and Sully. Pete skimmed off the T-shirt. Her bare breasts pressed into the cushion, and she moaned at the contact with her hard nipples.

  Pete moved behind her, and she heard him putting on a condom. He pushed her thighs apart, and his powerful fingers closed on her waist. Lifting her hips, he pushed inside her clenching pussy.

  “Pete,” she wailed as his cock slid over her throbbing g-spot. His entry was slow and easy, but slow and easy ended quickly and he drove in and out of her rapidly, deeply, compelling cries from her with each inward stroke.

  She felt her orgasm building. It had been well on its way with the spanking, and now, it coiled low in her belly, readying to explode. Her scream filled the family room as the release took her. She shook beneath him, pleasure seeming to spark from every part of her body.

  Before she was ready, Pete pulled free. She moaned in protest, but then Sully and Cord were there to take his place.

  “We were thinking,” Sully started, all of his normal mirth absent. “What would you think of double?”

  She looked from him to Cord. “You mean at the same time?” She bit her lip. She’d heard of it and she’d heard it was good, but this was something else she’d never tried. “Okay,” she said slowly.

  “If you’re not sure—” Sully said before she cut him off.

  “No. I want to,” she interrupted. “I’m just…” She made a face. “I’ve never done that, so I’m not sure, um, how…and if I can.”

  “You can,” Pete told her, stroking his hand over her hair. “They’ll go slow, and I’ll be right here.”

  She looked up at him, filled with trust. Pete wouldn’t let her get hurt. “Okay,” she repeated, more sure this time.

  As if they’d discussed who would be where, the two men moved to position themselves. Sully laid on the floor beside the couch and held out his hands. She crawled over him as Cord moved behind her. She felt Sully’s hands near the apex of her thighs as he rolled on a condom then his fingers stroked along her cleft to find her clit. As she moaned, she looked over her shoulder and saw Cord had sheathed himself as well. He squirted lube onto his fingers from a bottle he must have brought down earlier. They really had talked about this.

  She shivered as his cool fingertips smoothed over her hot flesh, stroking her hole.

  “Relax,” Pete murmured beside her. “Let him in.”

  Relax? Was he kidding? Still, she tried to release her tension as Cord worked the lube into her, adding more from time to time. Soon, he had a finger deep inside her, moving back and forth while Sully rubbed her clit. It seemed as if bolts of energy were flying through her from both sides.

  She cried out when Cord slowly added another finger. They were being so careful, but she wanted it now. She almost growled when Pete smoothed his hand along her back. Her entire being was like one exposed nerve, too sensitive to touch. She sighed in relief when Cord finally lined his cock up with her.

  She moaned loudly as he sank inside with far less resistance than she would have imagined. Still, it was tight, and she felt the pinch as her body fought the intrusion.

  “Okay,” he said to Sully when he was completely in.

  When Sully pushed inside her cunt, her eyes rolled back. It was so full. So…good. Together, the men started an alternating rhythm that left one of them deep inside her at all times and rubbed her walls with maddening pleasure as they passed one another, separated by only the thin membrane. Her body clenched around them, making anything but slow, measured movements impossible.

  As she felt the pressure of another release building, she saw Pete move in her peripheral vision. He came to kneel before her, his cock near her face. He’d removed his condom, but she now realized, he’d never come. Leaning toward him, she took him in her mouth. His musky male smell filled her breaths, combined with her own scent, left from fucking her earlier. A thrill of triumph filled her as he pushed to her throat, and his hair tickled her nose. She had three men in her at once! She felt absolutely decadent and adored, all of them taking another part of her.

  Closing her eyes, she absorbed it all, and because she couldn’t move much, let them do most of the work, while her body clenched an
d sucked around them.

  “Damn, you’re so tight,” Sully groaned. “I…fuck!” He twitched beneath her, bucking in short jabs up into her cunt as he came. A blinding climax rattled through her, and she screamed around Pete’s shaft. Her release set off an avalanche, and Cord cried out behind her, his fingers digging into her hips as he jerked. Sully’s shout mingled with Cord’s as he clenched his hands over Cord’s and thrust up into her hard, one last time.

  Opening her eyes, she rolled her gaze up to Pete. His jaw was tight as granite as he squeezed shut his eyes and pumped into her mouth. His fingers were tight in her hair as he struggled to keep control. She sucked harder, lashing her tongue against the sensitive underside as she reached up with one hand and cupped his balls.

  “Ah!” Pete exclaimed as she tugged gently on his sac. His cum splashed down her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep it from coating her tongue. When he stopped spasming, she pulled back and gently lapped at his cock, taking all his essence, before collapsing on Sully’s chest.

  Cord pulled free and dropped beside them. “Can we have an extra hour, boss?” he gasped.

  Pete sank onto the couch. “Fifteen minutes.”

  “Tyrant,” she teased at the same time Cord and Sully said the same, and they all laughed, just thrilled to be together.

  When they pulled apart, minutes later, Moon remembered the message for Sully.

  “Some guy named Brett called for you,” she told him. “He wanted you to call him back.”

  “Brett,” he echoed, and a shadow crossed his features that had been relaxed just a moment before. “You’re sure he said Brett?”

  “Yeah. He said you have his number.”