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  Out of nowhere, Cade’s face swam into his mind. Did he fuck her like this? Hard and fast and with the risk of being caught?

  Brett adjusted the angle of his hips, letting his cock hit Jessica differently. Her cry of pleasure, muffled at the back of his throat, assured him he’d hit the right spot, the point that made any girl melt. Did Cade know how to reach that pillowed zone? Could he make her writhe like this, naked and sweating beneath the sun? Brett didn’t understand why, but he ached to know the answers.

  Another thought crept into his mind and he ripped his mouth from Jessica’s. “What about Cade?” he rasped in her ear.

  “What about him?” Her voice sounded far away through the rush of blood in his ears.

  “Would he mind us doing this?”

  “What? Fucking?” Her breathless laugh vibrated in her belly and nearly did him in.

  He clamped his jaw together and held on. When the desperate urge to come passed, he nodded. “Yeah, fucking.”

  She laughed again and her pussy tightened deliciously around his cock. “No, he wouldn’t mind,” she said, the pitch of her voice rising with every syllable. “He’s the sharing kind of guy.”

  He’s the sharing kind of guy. Those words rolled across Brett’s mind over and over as Jessica’s cunt rippled and then clutched him. She screamed, her whole body stiffening as she came. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, he followed her over the edge, allowing the spasms of her cunt to milk him dry.

  ***

  It was past seven by the time Cade’s car rolled through the gates of Steeplecrest Ranch. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he dragged his other over his exhausted face. Eight hours on the road in one day was hell, even in a car as sleek as this one. He had the air con on at full blast but his shirt stuck to his skin and the leather of his seat burned in the stifling heat. Only now, as the sun disappeared below the horizon, did he feel any measure of relief.

  The hellish day had been worth it though, he was forced to admit, remembering the excitable mahogany bay mare he’d bought before leaving El Paso. A beautiful animal. Her dark eyes and glossy mane had stolen his heart at first glance. She was excitable, but he’d have her trained fast and she had plenty of potential. He’d had the pleasure of taking her for a short ride around her paddock and had felt her power beneath him.

  A thrill of anticipation shot through him. She’d be here within the week. Now all he had to do was break the news to Brett. He knew she was worth every penny he’d paid for her, but convincing Brett that the money had been spent wisely wouldn’t be easy.

  Figuring he better get it over with, he continued on to Brett’s house instead of taking the turn for his place. As he approached, he spotted a red car in the yard out front. He got even closer and realized it was a Beamer. Hot damn, who was Brett entertaining in there?

  He parked alongside it and got out of his car, admiring the beautiful red vehicle as he headed toward the house. He climbed the porch steps, opened the screen door and pressed the doorbell. Brett pulled open the door in less than a second, barefoot and looking more relaxed than Cade had ever seen him.

  “Hey,” he greeted, stepping past the other man into the house and catching a whiff of his cologne, a woody scent that haunted Cade’s dreams. His wet dreams, at least. “Who owns the car?”

  Brett didn’t answer, just cocked his head toward the kitchen. His relaxed expression had tightened into wariness.

  Cade walked on and stepped through the open door of the kitchen. There, curled up on one of the kitchen chairs, sat Jess. She glanced up from her coffee, caught his eye and squealed.

  “There you are,” she cried, jumping out of the chair and pouncing on him. “What the hell took you so long?”

  He blinked in amazement and then started to laugh. “What are you doing all the way up here?”

  “I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, you sure did that.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. It seemed like a hell of a long time since he’d had a woman in his arms. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over hers. “When did you get here?”

  “This afternoon.” She peered over his shoulder and grinned. “Don’t worry, Brett took care of me.”

  From the mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes, Brett had done a lot more than take care of her.

  “I’ll bet he did,” Cade laughed, turning to glance at the other man. Shifting from foot to foot, gaze fixed on a point on the floor, Brett looked as if he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

  “Uh, you want me to get your stuff, Jess?” Brett asked, lifting his head but still adorably shamefaced. He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and headed out of the kitchen.

  A giggle fell from Jess’s lips and she shook her head. “He’s so proper.”

  “Old-fashioned values.”

  “Oh.” Jess’s face fell and her eyes turned pitiful. “So no luck for you yet?”

  “Nope.” He shrugged. “Not expecting it to happen, to be honest.”

  “Hey, don’t give up hope yet.” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a whisper. “He is seriously good.”

  Cade groaned, jealousy rising within him. “Lucky bitch.”

  Brett’s return cut the conversation short. He handed Jess a bag and looked at Cade almost defensively. “She needed to use my shower.”

  The desperate guilt swimming in Brett’s eyes had Cade biting the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing. “That’s very nice of you, Brett,” he said when he could speak without breaking into hysterics. “I really appreciate you looking after her so good.”

  Brett’s gaze darted away, his whole body stiffening. Cade choked down a laugh and grabbed Jess’s arm. “Say goodbye, sweetheart.”

  “’Bye, Brett,” she called as Cade dragged her down the hallway. “I’ll see you soon.”

  The two of them fell out of the house. Once the door shut behind them they dissolved into laughter.

  “I’ve never seen anyone look so guilty before,” Jess said when they’d pulled themselves together. “Even when we were fucking, he felt bad.”

  “How could anyone feel bad about fucking you?” he asked, walking her to her car. “You’re too darn gorgeous.”

  She lifted her shoulders in a shrug and slid into the Beemer. “It’s the first time a guy has ever asked me about another guy during sex,” she said, looking at him meaningfully.

  “What do you mean?”

  “He had me against his truck, his cock was inside me and he wanted to know if you’d be okay with it.”

  “Ah, he’s just that kind of guy.”

  “Even so—” she turned the key in the ignition and the engine purred, “—you were on his mind. That’s gotta mean something.”

  He hesitated, his mind processing her meaning. Then he shook it off. “You women always overanalyze everything.”

  “Fine then, don’t listen to me.” She winked at him. “I’ll see you back at yours.”

  “Yeah.” He watched the red car shoot down the drive toward his place. Her words stuck in his mind, playing on repeat in his brain. “You were on his mind. That’s gotta mean something.” He glanced back at Brett’s house and sighed. With all his being, he wished Jess was right.

  ***

  Jessica rested her tush on the hood of her car as she waited for Cade to arrive. Funny how the day had panned out. When she’d boarded the plane at JFK, she’d been looking forward to a few days of wild, hedonistic sex. She hadn’t counted on starting the vacation off with Brett, and boy had he set her off with a bang. She couldn’t wait to fill Cade in on all the juicy details, from the veined thickness of Brett’s cock to how his calloused fingers had felt digging into her waist.

  Besides the sex, Brett had turned out to be quite the surprise. She’d expected arrogance, coolness, a blunt tongue. But he’d been the perfect Southern gentleman, ensuring she was fed and watered and comfortable before he’d given her the ride of her life. He cared about Cade too. She’d noted that pretty fast. T
hough he’d never come out and said it, she’d seen the warmth in his eyes while they’d talked about Cade. And when Brett had asked her about Cade mid-sex, she’d known the guy’s feelings for her friend ran a hell of a lot deeper than she’d initially believed.

  As Cade’s black Lexus finally came into view, she stood and watched him park. When he got out of the car his face was a mask of concentration. His brows furrowed into a deep V and he was slapping his Stetson against his thigh in an even rhythm. She didn’t need three guesses to know where his mind was. It was right back at Brett Miller’s house.

  “Did Brett feed you?” he asked, when they entered the house.

  She dropped her bag on the floor while he stood her suitcase by the stairs. “He did. More than once.”

  Cade slanted her a teasing look. “I’m not talking about sex.”

  She laughed, glancing around the hallway. Cade had taken down the majority of picture frames, vases and decorative pieces since her last visit. The house now looked reasonably masculine, except for the floral wallpaper covering the walls. She took the changes as a sign he was making this place his home. He was settling in.

  She walked through the hall and into the spacious kitchen. “You tired?” she asked, swiveling on her heel to face him.

  He was watching her the way he always did before they fucked. His blue eyes darkened to the color of a deep ocean and swept over her body. His gaze, so intense she could feel it piercing through her clothes to her skin, roamed from her feet to the top of her head, then returned to her eyes.

  “Did I tell you how good you’re looking, Jess?”

  She smiled, knowing there was no way he’d want to wait. She couldn’t figure how he could live so close to Brett, spend so much time with him, and not lose his mind. His sexual frustration was probably at a level that she couldn’t imagine. She couldn’t wait to tap that.

  With her insides clenching in anticipation, she walked toward him and then ducked around his body. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said, taking his hand.

  His eyes flared as he followed her out to the hall. She turned away from him and began to ascend the staircase, then gasped when his hand touched the back of her knees. Pausing between steps, she closed her eyes, letting his hand stroke upward, caressing her inner thigh.

  “Keep moving,” he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

  She forced herself forward, climbing slowly as his hand rose farther beneath her dress. He knew her body better than anyone, knew exactly how to touch her. They reached the top of the stairs and the backs of his fingers brushed her damp panties.

  The way he propelled her forward into his bedroom so she stumbled and fell onto the end of the king-size bed told her how badly he wanted her. And as he dragged his fingers back and forth along the strip of material between her legs and said “Spread open for me, baby” in a voice husky with sex, she wondered how many times he’d imagined Brett growling those exact words. Pressing the length of his middle finger against her seam, he pushed the thin cotton between the swollen lips of her pussy. He caught the material and drew it along her opening, creating a friction that had moisture pooling in her cunt.

  She rose up on hands and knees and blew out a long breath. “You’re taking your time.”

  “I want to draw it out.” He paused. “It’s been a while.”

  “No pussy around these parts?” she asked, then bit her lip when the material of her panties caught on her clit.

  “Brett keeps me busy.”

  She smirked. “Not the way you want him to.”

  “No,” he agreed.

  He pushed her dress over her hips and air flowed around her thighs, cooling her skin. He removed his hand from between her legs and the delicious sounds of buttons popping and his belt being unbuckled permeated the silence.

  “You want me to suck you?” she asked, staring straight ahead at the dark mahogany headboard.

  “Later.” The bed dipped behind her as he climbed onto the mattress. “I want to be inside you first.”

  She whimpered, shifting her knees on the covers so her legs spread farther apart. He settled himself behind her, the hair on his thighs tickling the smooth skin of hers. The heat of his cock burned her skin, the swollen head probing the line of her buttocks.

  More moisture sluiced through her pussy and her inner muscles clenched in hunger. He leaned over her, his hard chest pressing against her back. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he dipped his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply and let out a groan of anguish as his cock leaped insistently against her ass.

  “You smell like him,” he ground out at her neck. “You used his shower gel?”

  The strain in his voice caught her off-guard. Christ, he wanted Brett bad, more than she’d realized. “Uh huh.” Her whole body shook as his erection pulsed against her bare skin. Cream seeped from her cunt. “I used his shower gel and then I dried off with his towel.” She pushed her ass back, rubbing herself along his dick. “Does that make you hot?”

  His low chuckle lacked any trace of humor. “What do you think?”

  She squirmed beneath him. “Come on, Cade, you’re killing both of us here.”

  He lifted one hand from the bed and wrapped it around his cock. Slowly, he guided himself inside her pussy. She held her breath as the broad head invaded her, followed by his impressive length. He slid right to the hilt and stilled.

  “How many times did he fuck you?”

  She closed her eyes, his question setting her body on fire. “Once,” she answered.

  He pulled out and then entered her again, inch by sweet inch. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Where?”

  “Just outside town. He said it was called Johnston’s Point.” Cade’s cock swelled inside her and she shuddered. “He fucked me against his truck.”

  “You were outside?” Cade’s breathing grew labored, thrusting his hips forward again. “Someone could have caught you.”

  Her juices trickled down her thigh and she nodded. “I know.”

  Cade bit her shoulder, a groan rumbling in his chest. “Tell me how he did it,” he said, voice strained. “I need to know.”

  She gripped the sheets as memories of the afternoon tryst flashed in her mind. “It was fast,” she gasped, remembering the powerful snap of Brett’s hips. “And hard.”

  Cade drew back and then drove inside her, making her cry out with the abrupt change of pace.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “Harder.”

  He thrust inside her again, the force making her arms and legs tremble.

  “Even harder,” she gasped.

  This time the power behind his entry made her head spin. She could barely hear her scream through the pounding of blood in her head. Her arms collapsed as Cade fucked her as hard as Brett had earlier that day, their thrusts almost identical in speed and force. She rested her cheek on the bed, her cunt squeezing Cade’s cock in ripples of pleasure.

  “Was it like this?” he asked, his tone urgent.

  “Yes, just like this.” Beads of sweat dripped down her neck and between her breasts which were flattened against the mattress. “He doesn’t do gentle.” She swallowed, her throat parched. “He knows how to fuck a girl.”

  “What did he say to you?”

  Her vision blurred, pressure building in the pit of her stomach. “Not much. He’s quiet during sex—” She broke off as her orgasm exploded inside her, the waves of release fanning outward through her body. Cade stayed with her through her climax, his cock still rock hard as he pumped his hips in an unrelenting rhythm.

  Eventually, the waves eased and she could speak again. “The only words he—” She gasped for breath as Cade’s cock stroked her tender flesh. “The only time he spoke during the whole thing was when he—when he asked about you.”

  “What did he say?”

  “He wanted to know if you’d mind, if the two of us fucking would bother you.” She cut off as a second orgasm t
ook hold inside her. Feeling Cade’s harsh breaths against her neck, she forced herself to finish. “He never—he never said my name.” She swallowed thickly, a haze clouding her head. “But,” she whispered, hoping he could hear her, “he said yours.”

  Cade’s tortured groan filled her ears and this time as she rode the wave of her orgasm, Cade followed her over the edge, coming harder than he ever had before with her. When he finally collapsed over her spent body, anguish radiated from his skin.

  “What is it?” she asked, twisting beneath him. Reaching up, she stroked his cheek. “What is it, honey?”

  He shook his head and fell onto the bed beside her. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “Sometimes I just—sometimes I want him so bad I can’t handle it. It eats at me. I can’t make it stop.”

  She rolled onto her side and rubbed his defined stomach, wishing she could take his pain away. Knowing nothing she could say would be of any help, she curled up against him and hoped the heat of her body would help him to sleep tonight. Maybe in his dreams he’d have what he wanted so badly. Brett.

  ***

  “You did what?” Brett demanded, unable to believe what he was hearing. He stared at Cade whose relaxed stance aggravated him even more. “You handed over that much money and you didn’t think to tell me about it?”

  “I’m telling you now,” Cade drawled, his gaze following Brett as he paced the length of the stables. “She’s a real beauty, Brett. Worth every penny.”

  “I don’t care what she’s worth,” Brett seethed, fists clenching into balls at his sides. One of the horses whinnied, obviously picking up on his rage. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. “You should have called first,” he said through gritted teeth. “You should have held off on the deal until you talked to me.”

  “Yeah,” Cade sighed. “I know.”

  Brett’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected the other man to back down so fast. But then again, Cade already had what he wanted—the horse.

  The anger flared inside him again and he stormed into the yard, muttering curses under his breath. He didn’t need this right now. Cade sneaking around behind his back left a bad taste in his mouth. Coupled with a sleepless night, all he wanted to do was throw his fist into something hard.