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  In her mind the impact seemed far greater because of his earlier demeanor.

  “Close the door and lock it.”

  Intrigued, she set her file folder on the table and did as he asked. Then she stood silently, waiting.

  “Robert says he got the impression that you were putting us into a box—sort of like, Doctors at work, and masters at home. Is that right?”

  Jillian shrugged. “If you mean I’m trying to keep business and pleasure separate, then yes, I guess that’s right. Is that a problem?”

  David met his brother’s gaze. Robert raised one eyebrow, but said nothing.

  “Not a problem, necessarily, unless you’re under the impression we’re not serious about you, and what’s happening between us.”

  “Define ‘serious’, please.” Jillian didn’t particularly like the vibes she felt coming from these two hunky doctors. She would be the first to admit that whatever was happening between them was a bit more than a casual fling—simply because casual flings weren’t her style.

  Neither was aiming for the picket fence and happy-ever-after.

  “You belong to us, Jillian. At home, at work, on vacation, or anyplace in between. You belong to us, and we belong to you.”

  How odd that everyone seems to be so fixated on belonging. Jillian couldn’t prevent the tiny voice in her head that sounded wistful even if the words her imp provided were supposed to be chiding, and perhaps even a little scornful.

  Jillian felt completely at sea. She didn’t know what these men wanted from her, or why she suddenly felt uneasy. “I see.”

  “I doubt that, sub. But you will.”

  She couldn’t help switching her gaze to Robert. Something about the way he spoke to her sometimes simply compelled her attention.

  He gave her a smile, and she felt herself relax.

  “Yes,” David agreed. “By the time we’re done with you, I believe you will begin to see.” He stood straight and brought his hands off the chair back. “Strip. Fold your clothes neatly and give them to Robert, and then get into your position, facing me. Do it, now.”

  David was a lot more the Dom than he’d led her to believe. She understood that deep inside, because her hands set to work obeying him before her mind could even protest.

  Not taking her gaze from his, Jillian began to bare her body, and understood she was also, in the process, baring her very soul.

  Chapter 10

  He’d been a federal agent for more than a dozen years, and would never see forty again, two facts which should have assured him he’d seen it all and done it all. But as Joe Grant got out of his car and approached the door at the back of the pretty two-story house, he understood he’d missed something very important along the way, something he was only finding now.

  Love.

  He knocked, and when the door swung open and Michelle Parker greeted him with her sweet and sexy smile, Joe admitted to himself that he was, for the first time in his life, totally, completely and head-over-heels in love.

  The marrying kind of love.

  There was, to his way of thinking, only one problem with this scenario. His woman had grown up in Lusty, Texas, a town that had earned its name by being home to many ménage families.

  What if Michelle had her heart set on finding two husbands, or even three? He’d always believed himself the kind of man who lived and let live. Even knowing many of the families here, he knew himself to be fair-minded. It really wasn’t his business how others chose to live their lives. He had nothing against any of the folks here in Lusty and was proud to call several of them friend.

  He didn’t, however, think he could share Michelle with another man—or another woman, for that matter.

  “Is everything all right? You look…fierce.”

  Joe pushed aside his worries, leaned in, and gave Michelle a chaste kiss. “Everything is just fine, honey. Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes. I raced through my housework after you dropped me off this afternoon.”

  “Complicated your schedule, did I?” He grinned and held out his hand, and felt like the tallest, strongest man in the world when she gave him hers, threading her fingers through his. He stood silent while she closed and locked her door, and then he began to lead her down her driveway to the curb, where his car waited.

  “Yes, you did, but I’m not complaining. I enjoyed visiting that museum and then hiking along the trail today.”

  “Good.”

  “Mostly, though, I loved just spending the time with you.”

  Joe stopped, turned to her, and met her gaze. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t known each other for months, for they had—even if today had been only their second official date.

  He felt as if he’d waited for her forever. He didn’t think he could wait much longer.

  He laid his lips on hers. The flavor of her shot straight to his cock, making him wish they were already alone someplace and he could strip her bare and bury himself deep inside of her.

  Michelle responded so sweetly, her mouth opening, her tongue dancing with his. He meant this to be only a tiny little thank-you kiss. Before he could stop himself he slipped his arms around her, pulled her flush, and plundered.

  He could feel her nipples harden and could smell the seductive fragrance of her arousal. God in Heaven, he was acting hornier than he had when he’d been a green teenager.

  He tapered his kiss, knowing he had to pull back, but unwilling to completely let go. Finally, he said, “You short-circuit my brain, Ms. Parker, and make me want to do all kinds of carnal things with you.”

  Michelle’s pretty cheeks turned pink, but she gave him that sexy grin and said, “I’m glad it’s not just me feeling that way.”

  Joe laughed. “Trust me, it’s not.” He brought her hand up to his lips, kissed the back of it, and continued to lead her toward his car.

  “The curtain at the front of your house just fluttered. I hope I didn’t shock your parents.”

  “You didn’t.” She murmured her thanks as he saw her seated in the front seat of his Buick. He walked around the car to the driver’s side, giving himself a very stern lecture about decorum along the way.

  Joe slid behind the wheel and buckled his seat belt. Michelle turned to him. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m not very good at playing games. Also, I don’t want you to think my parents are spying on me the way you might think they are.”

  “Honey, your folks have only met me once, and that was when I brought you home from our date last night. I’d think it was strange if they didn’t spy, at least a little.”

  “Oh dear.”

  “What?”

  “Well, now I’m worried of what you’ll think when I tell you what my mother—the town pharmacist, remember—said when I told her we were going out again tonight.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  “She told me to make sure I had some condoms in my purse.”

  Joe couldn’t stop his grin. “Did she, now?”

  “Yes. And she said it with a smile on her face.”

  Joe looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He had to admire her personal courage. Her mother might have had a smile, but Michelle had a very pronounced blush.

  “So she won’t mind that I just tried to tickle your tonsils with my tongue right out in plain sight, right there in the driveway?”

  “I’m pretty sure she won’t.”

  “Good.” Actually, Joe wanted to say a hell of a lot more than good. He had a plan—at least for tonight—and considering everything, had checked out of the bed-and-breakfast that afternoon. He’d be going back to Dallas the next day, because he was due back at work Tuesday evening.

  He guessed he should have mentioned his plans to Michelle first. It was humbling to realize that at his age he could still be nervous.

  “So, where are we going for dinner?”

  Now or never. “I’ve made reservations for us at the Brazos Grille, in Waco.”


  “I don’t think I’ve heard of it. Is it new?”

  “Not exactly.” He stopped the car because the light had turned red. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned and met her gaze. “It’s the restaurant inside of the Hilton Hotel. I got a room for the night.”

  “I see.”

  The light turned green, so he put his eyes back on the road. Michelle’s hands were in her lap. He reached over and took her left one in his right. She held on to him, despite the fact she was nervous enough to tremble, just a little.

  “Do you think the hotel has in-room dining?”

  Joe felt his heart rate pick up and his cock begin to stir. “I’m pretty sure it does. Why?”

  “Well, it’s only going to take us a little while to get to Waco, and I’m not altogether certain I’ll be ready to eat dinner quite this early.”

  “The dinner reservation is for nine thirty. I thought you might want to walk through the park, or do some shopping or sightseeing first before we eat.”

  “There’s only one place I want to go sightseeing in Waco, Mr. Grant.”

  “Is there? And where would that be, exactly, Ms. Parker?”

  “Inside that room you have rented at the Hilton.”

  Joe exhaled, and brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Deciding that wasn’t enough, he checked his rearview mirror, and when he saw there were no cars following, put on the car’s signal, and eased his vehicle off the road.

  In a single move that felt smooth despite his own case of nerves, he slipped the gearshift into “park,” and reached over and unfastened Michelle’s safety belt. He put his arms around her, pulled her across the seat to him, and kissed her.

  She melted into him, surrendering to him so completely he had to work at restraining himself. God, he wanted to sink balls deep into her right now. He wanted to make love to her over and over and over again.

  He drank her in, his tongue sweeping and plunging, in and out. She met his ardor stroke for stroke. Unable to help himself, he brought her hand to his body, placed it over the ridge in his pants. “Feel how much I want you, honey.”

  He didn’t know what her reaction would be to that. He knew she wasn’t very experienced sexually. He began to worry he’d gone too far when, damn, she purred and squeezed him through his trousers.

  God in Heaven, I’m going to blow my load.

  Michelle eased her hand away from him. “I’m wet, and I’ve never been wet before. Joe? Let’s stop kissing and get driving. I need to see the inside of that room very, very badly.”

  He chuckled, partly because he knew that boldness was out of character for her, and meant for him alone, and partly out of sheer joy.

  “Fasten your seat belt, Michelle. I’ll try not to get a ticket.”

  “If a cop pulls you over, you could always just flash your badge. I’ve heard cops do that.”

  Her smile was sweet, sexy, and cheeky as hell. Joe returned it and then did as she asked, pulling the car back onto the highway.

  He would do his best not to get a ticket. Badge or no, that would take time, time that he would much rather spend naked and inside his woman.

  * * * *

  Jillian trembled, not from fear but from excitement. Naked, on her knees, arms stretched out, she waited for the next command. Her nipples had already pebbled, and her pussy became damp.

  “We will only demand obeisance when we’re alone, but that doesn’t make you any less our sub when we’re here working during the day, or at a restaurant, or hell, in Houston attending the symphony. Do you understand, Jillian?”

  Because he’d commanded her, she answered him as she’d only ever answered Robert. “Yes, Sir. I think so. I’m sorry if I’ve displeased you.”

  “You haven’t displeased us. If you had, we’d punish you. We just want you to understand a few very salient facts. Sit up.”

  David’s voice sounded very much like Robert’s just then. She wondered at that man’s silence. She wasn’t picking up on any real anger from either of them. She’d thought to hide from them both how turned on she got when they spoke to her in that unrelenting, commanding way.

  They knew, of course, without her telling them. They knew just about every damn thing about her which was kind of unsettling—even if it was also heartwarmingly nice.

  “Can you guess why we asked you to strip and submit?”

  “I wanted to keep my business life and my private life in different boxes.” And even saying it that way was a kind of a prevarication, in a way. She rephrased it. “I wanted to keep work and pleasure separate and you don’t want me to.”

  “You’re a very smart woman,” Robert said. She turned her head to meet his gaze. “By the time we’re done with you, sub, you won’t be able to keep work separate from pleasure. You won’t be able to step foot in this building without thinking about very exciting, extremely carnal pleasure.”

  She couldn’t think how they hoped to…oh, my goodness. They couldn’t mean to…could they?

  “By the look on your face I guess you’ve figured out that we’re going to fuck you in every single room in this clinic.”

  Jillian felt her eyes go wide. “Now?”

  “Nice to know you think we’re that virile,” David chuckled. Then he pulled one of the chairs around so it was behind him. Before he sat, he unbuttoned then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.

  His cock stood straight and hard and was already covered in a condom.

  “Come here, sub. Straddle me, and take my cock inside that amazing cunt of yours.”

  Oh my God! His cock makes my pussy and my mouth water. Jillian had no thought to deny either of them what she really wanted. She felt graceful and beautiful and desirable—three things she’d never felt before meeting these men. She rose from her knees and went to David.

  “My God, look at the hunger in her eyes. That’s sexy as hell.” Robert’s voice caressed her but it was his brother’s hands that fastened onto her waist as she knelt on the chair, her knees on either side of his hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and the heat of him from every point where her flesh met his raced through her body and warmed her down to her bones.

  She shuddered as the latex-covered girth of his cock brushed against her clit. She would swear she could feel her pussy lips swell and her slit leak, preparing to receive him.

  “I can smell you, baby.” David’s hot breath brushed her breast mere seconds before he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit lightly, swept his tongue over the small sting and then sucked her nipple into his mouth. He drew heavily and Jillian moaned.

  David released her flesh. “Take my cock inside you, baby. God, every time I saw you today I imagined doing this here, and everywhere else in the place. Fuck me, sub. Fuck me well.”

  Jillian reached down to center his cock just where it needed to be, between the lips of her pussy, touching his engorged flesh to her hot, wet entrance. Then she sank down on him, pleasure cascading through her as his cock slid all the way inside her to her cervix.

  Jillian loved orgasms, but there was a pleasure just as rich, in some ways, and that was the pleasure of having one or the other of these men’s hot, hard, substantial cocks inside her body. She began to ride him, and thought the sensation of having him there better than just about anything on earth. The friction, the slide and push and fullness satisfied a need in her she’d not even known was there—not until these men had ordered their way into her life.

  Thank God for them.

  She felt Robert approach, became aware of his body standing so close behind her.

  “While you ride one master’s cock, your other master is going to play with your ass.”

  Before she could ask him what he meant, she felt the cold silky glide of fingers covered in lube against the rosebud of her anus. The sudden foreign touch made her jerk in surprise.

  “Oh my God.” Jillian shivered and clenched as her arousal shot through the roof.


  “Our little sub likes that, brother.” David’s words bathed her nipple. The wet vibration against her sensitive flesh just made her arousal grow even more.

  “Good.” Robert leaned closer and ran his tongue over the shell of her ear.

  Jillian moaned. She’d never have believed she could get this horny. Everything these men did to her gave her more pleasure than she’d ever guessed could exist.

  “I’m going to see how much I can stretch you, and then I’m going to fuck your ass. Unless you tell me no.”

  How could one emotion be trepidation and excitement at the same time? Jillian had no answers. How could she? She was just beginning to discover her feminine powers.

  “Do it. Please. I want everything. I want it all.”

  “All right. Let me tell you how this is going to work. You’re going to continue to fuck David while I play with your ass.” He began to press his finger against the rosebud of her anus. She felt the burn, and the stretch, and she pushed back. Arousal continued to climb and she trembled with the hugeness of it. She moaned, and shivered, and it seemed to her that the men waited her out.

  “David’s going to come, but you’re not.”

  “What?” Jillian couldn’t have heard him correctly.

  “Do not come, sub. That is an order.”

  “But—” Not come? Oh my God, how do I not come?

  “Quiet. David will come, and then he’ll ease out of you, but continue to hold you on his lap and against his cock. Then I’ll work my cock into your ass. Once I’m in, you’ll be allowed to come.”

  “Oh God.” Just hearing him tell her what they planned to do nearly made her climax. “I don’t know if I can stop myself from coming.”

  David chuckled, a feral kind of sound that reverberated inside her belly, the way those race cars did at a NASCAR track. “You’d better stop yourself from coming, Jillian, or you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

  She had no chance to answer him then, because he combed his fingers through her hair, grabbed hold, and pulled her face down and into his kiss.