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  “You’re welcome. It’s what we both want to do, going forward.” Then Anthony gave her the cutest little grin. He looked down her body, and a wave of erotic need tumbled through her. “Well, one of the things.”

  She didn’t know how much more anticipation she could take. “Please.”

  “We’ll take care of you, New York. Just relax and let us do it our way.”

  Toby’s soft, deep admonition sent another shiver through her. She looked at her left shoulder, where he’d decided to rest his chin.

  And then she felt Anthony’s strong and soapy hands on her breasts. He spread the soap around and over, pinching her nipples slightly, and her knees buckled.

  Male chuckles settled softly on her soul, a sound and a presence that had been missing from her life, forever. They weren’t laughing at her. She understood that. She met Anthony’s gaze and realized he was horny, and he was pleased…with her.

  She’d had a couple of lovers. But before these men, she didn’t think she’d ever actually pleased a man before.

  “Your skin feels so good beneath my hands.” Anthony got more shower gel and then continued to bathe her. He soaped her shoulders and the column of her neck. He took her arms—first the left and then the right—and ran his foamy hands over and under and around each.

  Mary knew she was shaking, but she couldn’t help it. When Anthony let his hand roam down her belly, toward her pussy, she whimpered.

  “Open.”

  He said the word so softly, yet its sound echoed deep within her. And because she was leaning against Toby, she found the request—command? —very easy to grant.

  “You’re very responsive.” Toby’s words reminded her in a visceral way that he wasn’t just there, in the shower with them. He was watching his best friend use his soapy hands to arouse her. The flexing of Toby’s cock against her back told her that he very much enjoyed the moment.

  Anthony stroked his hand back and forth over her cunt, and the slick, tingling attention was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

  “She is very responsive,” Anthony said. “And oh, so hot. I wonder if she’s tasty?”

  “I think you should find out.” Mary hadn’t thought to say such a thing, but the words emerged, unplanned, as if they had a life of their own. Just like writing. I’ve found a different kind of zone to strive for. Yay, me.

  Anthony’s grin was the sexiest one she’d ever seen.

  He reached up and freed the shower wand from its peg behind him. It only took him a moment to rinse her and return the device to its hook. Then he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue stroked hers as his mouth suckled, and Mary gave over to his oral domination.

  He ended their kiss and then kissed his way down her body. Fascinated, she watched as he got down on his knees, and when he laid his mouth on her pussy, she moaned. Her eyes drifted shut as she canted her hips, pressing her feminine folds closer to his voracious lips.

  Toby held her and watched over her shoulder. He used his tongue to sample the droplets of water from her ear. He cupped one breast and used his forefinger and thumb to pinch her nipple, pulling that tiny nub, stretching it to the point of hot, sweet pain.

  Her focus returned to Anthony and the way he used his lips and tongue to arouse her, to drive her ever so completely crazy with lust. His hot tongue slid in and out of her pussy, a fucking motion that excited every atom in her body. Then he rasped that tongue over her clit. The combination of the two men using nothing but hands and mouths on her brought her to the edge—a shivering, quivering, quaking edge.

  “Go over.” The vibration of Anthony’s words against her pussy warned her. And when he sucked her clit into his mouth and drew hard, her orgasm exploded.

  “Yes!” All strength left her legs as wave after wave of rapture consumed her, flowing over and through her with the force of a tidal wave. There was no thought, no breath, only a continual state of sensation, of an electric sizzle and pop that overcame her, bearing her beyond the brilliant and the banal until she reached a new plane, a new place where pleasure transcended everything.

  “Hold on to me.” Anthony’s words, spoken against her cheek, prodded her, and she managed to reach up, to wrap her arms around his neck.

  Lips kissed a trail down her spine, and then hands washed her back and bottom. The heat brought the scent of her arousal to full potency, and she raised her head and met Anthony’s gaze.

  “You are very tasty,” he said. “Have some.”

  She opened her mouth, eager to do just that. The flavor they made together compelled her arousal to stir, and the embers that remained from the firestorm that had redefined her burned sufficiently to be coaxed, once more, into a healing blaze.

  Mary felt the water rinse her back and knew Toby had used the shower wand on the other end of the enclosure. Then he turned off the water and wrapped his arms around her, taking her weight once more.

  Anthony left the stall and grabbed a towel. He dried himself in what she considered record time. Then he took a fresh towel and reached for her.

  She’d never understood the appeal in being lifted and carried until he did that very thing. He sat her on his lap and used the fresh towel to blot the water from her.

  She sensed as much as heard Toby leave the enclosure and dry himself. Moments later he approached with yet another towel. He tapped the clip she’d used to gather her shoulder-length hair up before she’d turned on the water earlier.

  “Leave it or take it out?”

  Her hair wasn’t sopping, as they’d kept her out of the worst of the spray, and she’d deliberately left the ceiling “rainfall” showerhead off. But her hair was damp just by virtue of the steam. “Out, please.”

  Mary couldn’t suppress the sigh that floated from her as these two men tended to her. Their gentle touch made her feel pampered. It surprised her how much she liked that. Then the reality of the moment set in. She didn’t intend to go forward being a lover who only took.

  She reached a hand toward Toby, intending to touch his cock. He intercepted that hand and brought it to his lips. “Relax, remember? We’ll get there. All of us. Together.”

  Before she could even think of anything to say, he picked her up off Anthony’s lap. She wasted no time, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She held him close and felt her smile turn sultry when he flexed his cock against her pussy lips.

  Flush with her flesh, that cock then nestled against her folds.

  He carried her into the bedroom and then set his knee on the mattress. She had a moment to notice that Anthony must have gone ahead and stripped the top sheet and comforter down.

  Toby laid her down then crawled backward and made a place for himself between her thighs. He set his mouth on her cunt, and began to slowly drive her crazy.

  Mary tossed her head from side to side. There was nothing subtle about the way Toby ate her. He used his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. Her arousal grew, a fast and dizzying climb that stole not only her reason but also her breath.

  Toby looked up as she looked down, and the expression on his face made her heart race. She couldn’t doubt he enjoyed tasting her and sending her to the stratosphere.

  Then, without dropping her gaze, he slid two fingers into her and stroked the roof of her channel until he hit her G-spot.

  She cried out as her orgasm exploded, a thousand watts of electric pop and sizzle running all over her body. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and Mary didn’t know if she could survive so much pleasure.

  Wave after wave held her in his thrall. This pleasure blotted out every other sense, thought, and feeling. It consumed her, and she surrendered to it joyfully.

  A soft kiss on her thigh tickled, and then she felt Toby crawl up her body and sprawl along her right side. He stroked her cheek, and when she turned her head toward him, when she opened her eyes, it was to encounter his wet, inviting grin.

  Mary licked her lips and opened her mouth. Toby’s kiss gave her what she needed, a taste of them both together
. The suckling of his lips and the strong stroking of his tongue worked together to woo her, to soothe and excite. The thought flitted that she’d just had two orgasms in a very short period of time. She wanted to give back but didn’t honestly know if she had the strength.

  Toby eased their kiss and lifted his head. His grin looked playful, and she felt her smile slowly blossom in response. Then he looked down her body. She followed his gaze. Kneeling between her legs and slowly stroking his cock, Anthony met her gaze.

  He covered her and plunged his cock into her in one smooth move.

  “Oh, yes. You feel so good.” Had she thought she’d have no more energy left? The sensation of Anthony’s cock sliding into her reawakened and refueled her arousal.

  “That’s my line, cupcake.” Anthony slid his arms beneath her so that his hands cupped her shoulder blades. He lifted his hips, nearly withdrawing all the way, and then slid home again.

  “Again.” Mary shook with need, and wasn’t that amazing? She only felt and knew that she craved this as if she’d been without pleasure for years, instead of mere minutes.

  “Yeah, again. And again and again and again.”

  Anthony began to fuck her, a slow deep pace that gradually increased. His gaze locked with hers, and she read the passion, the need, and knew she didn’t burn alone.

  Over and over he thrust, and Mary met each push, reveled in each slide of friction and glide of flesh that fed her horniness. Orgasm was there, so close, and she became desperate to soar again, to live again.

  Anthony swore and changed his position and his hold on her. He got on his knees, and used his hands to cup her bottom, pulling her onto his cock with each thrust. Unable to move on her own, she relaxed every muscle, surrendering to his greater strength as he took them both where they needed to go.

  She’d never shared a climax with a man in her life and thought they were just another bit of urban legend. But when Anthony shouted, when his cock quivered and she felt his first hot stream spill into her, she came with a force she couldn’t comprehend, let alone control.

  She came and she came, and she reached for him, clinging to him, content to stay in this private heaven forever.

  Chapter Eight

  Anthony sighed and collapsed on top of Mary. She felt her smile widen and found the energy to wrap her arms around him. Her inner sexual woman preened, knowing that she had depleted this virile man, while her inner nurturer held close to her heart that he trusted her to hold him in this moment of his ultimate vulnerability.

  Shades and hues of lovemaking I’ve never known existed.

  Then he rolled them so that she was on her left side, using his chest for her pillow. She felt motion on the bed, and then Toby snuggled into her back, bringing the sheet and comforter with him.

  “This feels so good to me, being between you two like this.”

  “I’ve never experienced anything like this,” Anthony said. “It kind of blows my mind, in a way. But making love to you with Toby right here, and knowing he’s spooning you…it’s a level of contentment I’ve never imagined.”

  Mary scrunched her nose. “There is one thing…I’m kind of embarrassed, but I’m just going to say it straight out.” She looked up at Anthony. “Having your cock inside me, that was the best ever.” Then she looked over her shoulder. “But I need Toby inside me, too.”

  Mary wondered at the way Anthony and Toby looked at each other. She might have thought they weren’t happy with what she’d just said, but the expression Anthony put on—one she thought signaled he was pleased—stopped that thought in mid-formation.

  “Good.” The one word coming from Anthony eased her mind, and her heart. Toby didn’t say anything. He just adjusted her position so that her right leg was on Anthony.

  Then he entered her from behind.

  “Like this?” Toby kissed her ear. “My best friend is holding you while I make love to you, and it’s the best moment, ever.”

  “Toby and I both have the same reaction because this is what we were made for. And you needed the both of us to feel complete, because this is what you were made for, too.”

  Mary would think about all of that, but later. At the moment, her ability to think was being completely derailed by the naked men who surrounded her.

  Anthony leaned down and mated his mouth to hers. Her tongue danced with his, and she drank him in, even as Toby’s cock was sliding in and then out, over and over and over again.

  Hard, hot, his cock claimed her. The sweat of his chest coated her back, and she took in his essence just as she would soon receive his sperm. He sucked on her shoulder then bit, and her arousal shot impossibly high then higher still.

  The friction and the heat of one lover fucking her while her other lover held her, the scents of them, and just the sheer joy of being with them at this time and in this place filled her heart and seared her soul. Her arousal soared. Here, in this bed, the two parts of her psyche, thought and feeling, merged. Nearly transcendental in scope, this moment became everything.

  Toby placed a hand low on her belly and pulled her into his thrusts, and Mary felt herself transform into a woman of pure sensation. She canted her hips back, pushing against his thrusts, and felt the tingling of near completion race through her body.

  He used a single finger to reach lower then lower still until he caressed the place where his cock impaled her and found her clit. He rubbed as he thrust, and she reached an even greater degree of horniness.

  Higher and hotter and close, oh so close. She could sense it, just there, just out of reach. Desire turned to need and morphed into desperation in a heartbeat. She had to taste rapture once more.

  “That’s it, baby. Reach for it. Come for me. Come with me.”

  The low whispered words tickled her ear and fused the connection between emotion and sensation. Mary cried out as her climax rolled over her, as she came over and over again. The pleasure, fierce and piercing, enveloped her, convulsing her over and over as it ravaged her again and again. Toby’s guttural growl and the sensation of his pulsing cock told her he was right with her, stroke for stroke, wave after wave.

  She clung to the man in her and the man holding her, and she knew that this, this was what she’d been made for. And she knew that if she lost it, if she lost them, then life for her would cease to have meaning.

  * * * *

  This wouldn’t be Anthony’s first time at Angel’s Roadhouse, of course. Since he and Toby had become partners and discovered they were brothers from another mother, he’d come to the eatery nearly every Friday night. During the course of those evenings, he’d gotten to know Toby’s brothers, Sean and Noah, and their wife Brittany. He’d already become a friend of the family before any of the Kendalls or Benedicts had arrived from out of state. Now, he didn’t think there were many who made Lusty home he hadn’t at least met.

  It was a lot later in the evening than planned when he pulled his Lincoln into the lot. He couldn’t regret that they were having a late supper, considering how the three of them had spent the last few hours. “Looks busy tonight,” he said.

  “Weekends and Mondays are the busiest, I’ve been told,” Mary said. “But different members of the families have date nights through the week, and of course, there’s the inevitable traffic from Gatesville and even Waco. The result is that most nights here are busy.”

  “You take in information,” Toby said, “just like a cop does, I think.”

  Anthony could see that Toby’s opinion pleased Mary. He got out of the car and walked to the hood and waited for Toby and Mary to join him. As he watched, Toby’s head came up and his gaze went slightly unfocused. Anthony knew that look.

  “What is it?” His partner appeared…wary. That, of course, put Anthony on alert. Cop senses didn’t punch a time clock. They lived within him, always.

  “I don’t know. I feel as if…as if we’re being watched.”

  “Us or you?” Anthony asked.

  “I don’t know. Just a sense…and one I can’
t shake.”

  Mary took the moment to stretch in a way that appeared casual, but Anthony knew she was scanning the entire parking lot. “I don’t see anything or anyone.” Then she looked at Anthony. “But I kind of have an itch between my shoulder blades, too.”

  “Okay. Let’s act like nothing’s off and get ourselves inside.” Anthony was on full cop alert. He kept his head pointing toward the door but opened his senses. There were a few places a person could hide unseen and still keep them under surveillance. There was a thick growth of trees straight ahead, spread mostly behind the roadhouse, that stretched toward the state highway. As well, there were sufficient little rises and dips in the fields on all sides where someone could conceal themselves and observe the parking lot.

  Not to mention someone could be hidden from their view either inside of or on the ground between any of the parked cars.

  Don’t go all paranoid, Corbett. Anthony felt he had to give that mental admonition to himself, simply because he couldn’t compartmentalize this moment. The two people who meant the most in the world to him felt threatened. He’d already slipped into warrior mode.

  Anthony held the door and kept watching as they entered ahead of him.

  “It was probably nothing,” Toby said. Clearly, once inside, that sense of being watched had ended, and his partner was second-guessing himself.

  “I might have been reacting to your tension,” Mary said to Toby.

  Inside the roadhouse he gave a nod to the chief bouncer, Braeden Carter, who was occupying a stool close to the door. Bailey Benedict tilted her head toward the back, which meant there was family in the house.