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  “Feel good?” Cade murmured in her ear, his cock sliding deeper with each gentle thrust.

  Unable to form words, she gave a small whimper of approval. As the minutes passed, strength returned to her limbs. She lifted her head, her hair falling around her shoulders in chaotic fashion. Her eyes snagged on Brett’s erection, encased firmly in his fist. The head bulged, ready to erupt. Her gaze drifted higher, over Brett’s muscled torso and up to his harsh face. Every muscle in his face was rigid and a tic pulsed at the side of his jaw.

  She forced her eyes up further, meeting his gaze. A gasp fell from her lips and she pushed a hand between her legs, finding her clit and capturing it between two fingers.

  In the past she and Cade had experienced two or three different guys at a time, sometimes with a couple of girls thrown in for variety, but Jess had never been as aroused as she was now. It was the look in Brett’s eyes that made the difference, she decided as she rolled and pinched her clit. A strange combination of confusion and raw, carnal desire. His gaze fixated on where Cade’s cock pushed into her ass and she knew what he was thinking. He was imagining Cade’s dick sliding into his ass. He was imagining getting fucked by a man, giving himself over to Cade’s powerful body. It terrified him, threw him off his game. She understood his dilemma, almost felt the battle she was certain raged within him. But the throbbing cock between his legs proved how turned on he was by the idea.

  As Cade’s thrusts quickened, she wondered if he saw it too. Was he watching Brett as he neared the edge? Or was he too caught up in the sensations her ass elicited within him that he was blind to what was happening less than five yards away.

  She kept her eyes trained on Brett as she circled her clit. Flames of desire licked from her knees to her breasts and Cade’s unrelenting cock had her teetering over the edge before she could grind out his name. Her pussy convulsed in another orgasm as her ass rippled around Cade’s dick. The tips of his fingers dug into her skin, his hips jerking against hers one last time. His shout of pleasure echoed in her ears as his seed exploded deep inside her ass. Her arms and legs collapsed beneath her and she fell to the floor. Closing her eyes, she let the wooden floor bite into her breasts and thighs, soothing the scratchy heat that crawled over her skin. What a night.

  ***

  Brett didn’t know whether to stay or go. Jessica lay face down on the floor across the living room, her gorgeous ass pink and white from where Cade’s fingers had dug into her flesh. Cade lay a couple of feet away from her, his long body sprawled on the cushions. One arm covered his eyes as he got his breath back.

  Brett watched the guy’s muscular chest lift on each inhale and swallowed. He should go now. A golden opportunity to make his escape lay in front of him, the chance to leave this mind-bending night behind. He could go to bed, sleep off the combination of lust and alcohol. In the morning, he’d wake up and the emotions that warred inside him would be in the past. Gone.

  But he wasn’t ready to walk out the door. Blood still thrummed in his veins. His cock reached up to his belly button, aching for release. He knew he’d get it if he stuck around.

  Slowly, Jess lifted her head from the floor and her eyes peeked from between strands of blonde hair. She pushed her hair out of her face and her swollen lips tilted in a wicked smile.

  “What are you doing all the way over there?” she whispered, rising onto her knees and sitting back so her ass rested on her calves. She stretched out her arms to him. “Come lie with us.”

  He moved toward her, his cock bobbing with each step. Rolling onto her back, she grabbed some cushions for him to lie on. He lowered himself to the floor and stretched out beside her, very aware that Cade, the first man to ever give him lessons on touching a woman, lay on Jessica’s other side.

  “You really never tried anal sex?” Jess asked, propping her head in her hand and staring down at him.

  He shook his head as a visual of Cade’s engorged cock disappearing between the cheeks of her ass flashed in his mind. “Never,” he said hoarsely.

  She walked her fingers up his torso and then circled the flat disc of his nipple with her fingertip. “I’d offer it to you now but I’m going to need a while.”

  He smiled and then hissed a breath through his teeth as she pinched his nipple.

  “You know,” she said thoughtfully, leaning in to nip his shoulder, “I think I have something you might like.”

  “What is it?”

  “A toy.” A glint of mischief entered her eye. She rubbed her hand down over his stomach and curled her fingers around the base of his dick. “It would really help with this.”

  “Oh yeah.” Whatever it was, it sounded good to him. Her hand slid up his cock slowly, pulling on his tight skin. “Go get it.”

  She released his cock and sat up. “Wait here.”

  He watched her scramble to her feet and dart across the room. Beside him, he sensed movement and stiffened.

  “You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for, man,” Cade said huskily, getting to his feet.

  Brett found himself noticing the strong lines of Cade’s back and the firm curve of his ass as the man ambled to the coffee table, his muscles flexing with each step. Realizing he was staring, Brett tore his gaze away and gave his head a quick shake. What the hell was wrong with him? He focused on Jess who was bent over at a delicious angle in the corner of the room, sifting through a bag. But as if drawn to a magnet, his eyes kept returning to Cade’s lean physique. He watched the other man down a bottle of water and swipe a hand over his mouth. Brett swallowed, suddenly thirsty too.

  “Here we are,” Jess said triumphantly, strolling toward him. He rose on his elbows and squinted. What was the little temptress holding? It was dark in color and shaped like a cylinder.

  She stood over him and tapped the object against the palm of her hand. Peering up at it, he frowned as he tried to distinguish the shape. It wasn’t a cylinder. It curved at the top. It was a… His eyes widened in shock. Dildo. What the hell did she need one of those for? Two real cocks not enough for her?

  His eyes widened further and dread coiled tight in the pit of his stomach. She didn’t need a dildo, she knew that. It wasn’t for her. His gaze darted from the toy to her eyes and then back again. Surely she wasn’t planning on… She didn’t mean… He swallowed thickly. She wasn’t going to use that on him, was she?

  He dared to meet her gaze again and the light in her eye told him she most certainly was going to use it on him. Scooting back on the cushions, he shook his head dumbly.

  She pouted. “Oh come on, it’s no big deal.” Placing one foot on the other side of his body, she lowered herself until she straddled his stomach. Her cream spread over his skin like warm honey. Damn, this game really turned her on.

  Leaning over him, she licked at the pulse at the base of his throat. “I promise you’ll like it,” she murmured.

  He closed his eyes, his erection pressing into her stomach. Tension strained in every muscle of his body. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide. He wanted to turn around and let her use that dildo on him.

  “You’ve come so far,” she told him, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. “Let me do this for you.”

  “You want it that bad?”

  She nodded, holding his gaze. Her determination and confidence were contagious. If it had been the beginning of the night, he would have stormed out the door. But now, with his head swimming and his cock begging for mercy, he couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to say no.

  “What do I need to do?” he forced out, his stomach rolling with anxiety.

  A smile spread across her lips and she slid from his body. “Turn around, honey.”

  A slight tremble shook his limbs as he rolled over and rose on hands and knees. He’d never been in a position like this, not with someone behind him—someone wielding the equivalent to a cock.

  He shuddered as fear and excitement churned in his stomach. He tried to control his breathing, tried to take his mind out of the situation
. Footsteps approached and he went rigid as Cade towered over him, his erection a mere few inches from Brett’s face.

  “Here,” Cade said, passing something to Jess. “He’ll need that.”

  Brett released the breath he’d been holding as the other man retreated. He stopped a couple of meters away beside one of the sofas. His body faced Brett, his cock extending from his thatch of golden curls, deep red and bulging. Heat crawled up Brett’s neck. He couldn’t bring himself to lift his gaze, to meet the other man’s eyes. He was terrified of what he’d see there.

  Jess’s fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass and coated his hole with a cold jello-like substance.

  “This might hurt a little at first,” she warned him, stroking his ass tenderly. “Give it a minute and it’ll get really good.”

  The hard tip of the dildo pressed against his hole and he tensed.

  “You need to relax, Brett,” she cooed, circling his opening with the dildo. “Just breathe.”

  He inhaled deeply and focused on relaxing. Jess pressed the dildo against his hole again and pushed the tip inside. His ass protested at the invasion, the tight ring of muscles closing sharply around the toy.

  “Easy,” Jess soothed. “Let me in.”

  He took another breath and held it as she pushed the dildo in farther. Pressure bore down on his passage as the toy slid forward and then a sharp pain flared within him. He gritted his teeth and Jess rubbed her free hand down his back.

  “That’s it,” she whispered, “it’ll be over in a sec.”

  He waited out the pain as she withdrew the dildo and then propelled it forward again. Gradually, the pain lessened and the light flick of her wrist converted the sensation into an aching, burning pleasure. Sweat beaded across his forehead as the dildo sank deep inside him. His arms shook with exertion and his breath left his body in sharp bursts. The movement of the dildo grew more assured as his muscles relaxed. The head of his cock burned into his belly as his balls drew up beneath his body.

  “Touch yourself.”

  The harsh order penetrated his mind and he peered through bleary eyes at Cade. The man, still standing a few feet away, was fisting his cock in sharp strokes. Brett’s own cock leaped in response.

  “Touch yourself,” Cade repeated slowly. “It’ll make you feel better.”

  Brett blinked and lifted one hand from the floor. He reached between his legs and grasped his cock. The grip of his hand elicited a groan from his lips. He closed his eyes briefly. When they flickered open again they fixated on Cade’s pulsing dick.

  He didn’t know why he found the image of the other man jacking off so hypnotizing. He couldn’t understand the fierce reaction he was experiencing to the sight of Cade’s pleasure. But it was happening. And his mind was too fuzzy to worry about it. He could only feel, only see.

  A groan choked in his throat as Jess’s weapon sank even deeper inside him, brushing nerve-endings he’d never known existed. He pulled at his cock, twisting his fist around the bulbous head and swiping away the drops of come seeping from the slit.

  Cade was close to coming too. The veins along his cock stood out, throbbing thickly. The head glistened with pre-come and Brett’s mouth watered. Why did he suddenly feel so thirsty, so hungry? Why did his jaw ache to stretch around something long and thick?

  Heavy emotion clogged Brett’s throat as he let his gaze drift upward to meet Cade’s eyes. The blazing desire he saw there shocked him, twisted his gut and tugged at his balls. His whole body shook as his hand pumped faster up and down his cock. He needed to come. And he needed to see Cade come too.

  Seeming to sense his need, Jess slid the dildo in and out of his ass in quick, short strokes and, as the walls of his ass clenched, his dick exploded and white semen spilled over his fist. His eyes dropped from Cade’s to his dick. In two harsh swipes of his hand, Cade came too, his cock erupting like a fountain. Brett let out a hollow groan, his hips still jerking in orgasm. It seemed forever before his balls were dry. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Cade collapsing onto the sofa.

  ***

  The thumping of his brain inside his skull woke Brett the following morning. His eyelids flickered open and he blinked rapidly until the blurry vision cleared. Gradually, he became aware of his position—he lay spread-eagle on the floor of Cade’s living room, stomach down. He breathed in and the air tickled the back of his dry throat, making him cough. Clamping his hand over his mouth to mute the sound, he slowly pushed to his feet. His legs shook as he found his balance. He glanced around the room, his gaze settling on the tangle of naked limbs on the sofa. Cade and Jessica, wrapped around one another, slept on, completely oblivious to his stare.

  As memories of the previous night flooded his mind, he stumbled across the floor and grabbed the pieces of clothing he recognized as his own. Without looking at Cade and Jessica again, he shot out the door and dressed in the hall.

  His mind didn’t stop as he pulled open the door and raced across the yard, shirt hanging open. Images of Jessica’s mouth wrapped around his cock sluiced through his brain. Then images of his dick disappearing inside her pussy.

  He could handle those memories if they only stopped there.

  He was halfway up the field that backed onto Cade’s yard when he stopped and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Behind his eyes he saw Cade’s cock, thick and long, sliding between Jessica’s buttocks. Then he saw Cade’s eyes, glittering with raw desire. Brett groaned, remembering how those eyes had held his as Jessica had inserted that goddamn dildo in his ass.

  What the fuck had he let himself in for?

  Not wanting to think about what last night could mean to the ranch, to his relationship with Cade, to his own fucking soul, he started to run. His boots dug into the grass and then sprang back up as he sprinted toward his house. He didn’t stop until he was safe inside his kitchen.

  He raced up the stairs, tearing off his clothes as he went, and jumped into the shower. He turned the jets on full blast and let the hum of water drown out the voices in his head.

  Chapter Seven

  “Okay, slugger,” Jessica called as she flipped the last pancake onto the stack on the plate before her. “I sure hope you’re hungry.” She carried the plate to the table and set it down in front of Cade. “Eat up.”

  He smirked. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” He caught a pancake between two forks and dragged it to his plate. “Looks good, sweetheart,” he told her, pouring on the maple syrup.

  “I know.” She helped herself to a couple of pancakes and snatched the syrup bottle out of his hand. “I’m freakin’ starving.”

  They ate their breakfast in silence, a silence heavy with things left unsaid. When they’d woken less than an hour ago all traces of Brett had been gone. Jessica didn’t know what Cade thought about that but she was pretty sure it was a bad sign. They’d freaked him out, pushed him too far. Guilt gnawed at her gut with the knowledge that it was her fault.

  She forked her last bite of golden, syrup-soaked pancake into her mouth and sighed. Cade was staring blindly at the back of a cereal box. She didn’t know what to say.

  “Stop it,” Cade said, shifting his gaze to hers. “Quit blaming yourself. Nobody forced him to do anything he didn’t want to do.”

  Jessica’s eyes widened. Irritation lined Cade’s tone. He was pissed at Brett. Now that was interesting.

  She leaned forward, the silk lapels of her robe falling open, and studied his expression carefully. “So you’re not heartbroken that he ran out of here before we woke up?”

  Cade’s warm laugh filled the kitchen and she relaxed back into her seat. When he laughed like that the dimple in his left cheek creased and she longed to kiss it. “What’s so funny?”

  He shrugged. “Brett was going to freak out. I knew that.” He carried their plates to the sink and then turned and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Can’t wait to see what he does when I see him later on.”

  She smiled, bringing her coffee cu
p to her lips. She sipped the nutty drink, letting it soothe her throat which still ached after the oral favors she’d performed the night before.

  “He was more into it than I expected him to be,” she said, placing her cup on the table. “I mean, I thought he’d walk out of there after I started sucking your cock while he was still fucking me.”

  “I thought he would too.” Cade braced his hands on the edge of the table and leaned down to her. “But then again, Jessica Lawson, you could talk a guy into anything.”

  Her eyes narrowed as she folded her arms beneath her breasts. “You think it was just me who convinced him to stay?”

  Cade’s bark of laughter resounded in the kitchen. “What? You think me and my dick had something to do with it?”

  She looked him straight in the eye and gave a curt nod. “Absolutely.”

  Amusement twinkled in Cade’s blue eyes as he shook his head. “In my dreams, Jess.”

  “I’m serious.” Remembering the confusion etched into Brett’s expression the night before and the hunger in his dark eyes as he’d watched Cade’s cock fuck her ass, Jess knew she had it right. Maybe it had simply been the fact that he’d never seen anal sex in action before, but instinct told her otherwise, and she always trusted her instincts.

  “He couldn’t take his eyes off you,” she said, rising from the table and slipping toward Cade. She wrapped her arms around his waist and released a sigh as the disbelief remained in his expression. “I know I’m right,” she said, glowering up at him. “I saw it in his face. He wanted you.”