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“Hell, yeah?” I replied.

  “I was excited to hear you were back in town.”

  “So you told them we had sex,” I clarified. “That’s quite a leap.”

  The corner of his mouth tipped up. I remembered that small gesture, how it made me climb in his lap and kiss him. And then do more. He’d loved to lean in and suck on my nipples until I was writhing. Only then did he let me sink onto him and ride him like a cowgirl.

  “I told them I wanted sex with you again.”

  The microwave dinged and he looked away to get the food. The scent of tomato sauce and garlic filled the air.

  Heat pooled low in my belly at his words. He wanted me. There was no confusion on that. I put the sandwich down. “So you’re looking for, what? One wild night?”

  “Who said anything about just one night?” he asked, coming to sit at the table with his reheated food. Our knees bumped beneath the table.

  I stared at Gus. Waited. Tried to calm my racing heart because I was all for sex with him again.

  He glanced at me, grabbed a fork from the center of the table where there was a little utensil holder. “I loved you, pixie. I always have. No woman’s ever come close to you, or what we shared. I guess I’ve just been waiting.”

  Holy. Shit. He loved me?

  “You… you don’t know anything about me,” I countered. I felt ridiculously nervous and a little excited. It was a little weird to have this conversation in front of Kemp and Poe, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves as they watched, Poe eating his salad. Kemp just grinned.

  “You just told us a bunch.” Gus leaned in. “I know more about you than most people.”

  Would I ever stop blushing? Would I ever stop remembering what his lips had felt like on mine… and other places? Was his beard as soft as it looked? Would it tickle the inside of my thighs as he ate me out? God, I wanted him to skip the Italian and go right for my pussy instead.

  “But I want to learn more,” he continued. “That’s why I asked you to dinner.”

  “And after?” I asked. He’d flirted. He’d talked about his… undercarriage. Hadn’t hidden how aroused he was. Sex was open for discussion, even in front of Kemp and Poe.

  His eyes dropped to my mouth. “After, I want to touch you again. Find all your sweet spots. Touch them, lick them. Make you come. Fuck, do I ever.”

  I swallowed hard, thrilled I hadn’t eaten much of the sandwich yet. My skin heated, and I knew I was blushing.

  “It was good between us,” he continued. “But we barely had time to figure out what made us hot.”

  “You made me hot,” I replied honestly, which made him smile, his gaze dropped to my mouth. If I’d said anything else, he’d know it was a lie. “But you’re right, I’ve learned some stuff about what I like. I’m not sure—”

  “If what, I’ll be into it?” He forked up a piece of lasagna, stuck it in his mouth.

  I glanced at Kemp and Poe, saw their quiet curiosity. Heated, and interested, gazes. It probably wasn’t very often they had this kind of conversation over lunch at the office.

  “Well, yeah.”

  He tipped his chin up, indicating I should eat. I picked up the half sandwich again, took another bite. Chewed. I was thankful for the moment to organize my thoughts.

  What the hell was going on? In the space of a few minutes, I’d run into Gus again, ex-boyfriend and virginity claimer. I’d met his two vet colleagues who were smoking hot and seemed to know more about me than I ever imagined. And I was sitting here… in front of two other men, talking about what it would be like if Gus and I had sex again. It would definitely be hot and heavy, but I didn’t know if it would be enough. I had no doubt he’d make me come every time. He had ten years ago.

  Okay, not that first time because it had hurt like hell, but that missed orgasm had been his motivation to see me satisfied every time after that. And he’d gone after it with a boyish enthusiasm that I’d found endearing.

  Now, there was no doubt he’d pleasure me not only with that same eagerness, but with skill that only came with experience. A wicked combination.

  Still… it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed more. I craved it.

  I was single. It had been awhile since I’d had an honest to goodness, male-induced orgasm. And Gus’s dick? Oh yeah, I wanted some of that grown up piece of meat, but I didn’t know if he could give me what I wanted. If he even was into the same things as me. Just because we’d been good together at eighteen didn’t mean it would be the same—or better—now. I was wired for a little kink. No, a lot of kink. To top it off, I wasn’t just attracted to Gus. I glanced at Kemp and Poe. I wanted them too.

  “Okay, so share some stuff that you’re into,” he said calmly, as if he were asking me to talk about my favorite books. My preferred jelly flavor. If I liked mint or gel toothpaste.

  I glanced between the three of them.

  Kemp sat back in his chair as if he were settling in for a while. Poe completely ignored his green salad and watched me.

  “How did me bringing a stray dog to the vet turn into a lunchtime chat about my sex life?”

  I glanced down, saw the dog in question curled up and sleeping at my feet. A matchmaking dog? Her job was done and now she rested.

  “Because, sweetheart, Gus shares a lot of things,” Poe said, setting his forearms on the table and leaning in. Getting really close. “If Gus can’t do it for you, I can.” He patted his broad chest and grinned. What a ruthless smile. He could use it like a weapon. Women toss their panties at him for that look aimed at them.

  “Me, too,” Kemp added. “You’ve seen Gus’s dick. It’s the smallest in the room.”

  “You guys are assholes,” Gus muttered, taking the ribbing good-naturedly. He had nothing to be ashamed about, that was for sure. I remembered him being big enough where I couldn’t have closed my grip around his thick girth. But if the other guys were bigger…

  “Are you telling us he wasn’t that great?” Poe wondered. “I mean, first couple of times and all.”

  Gus held up his hands. “Hey, now. I was the perfect gentleman. The lady comes first.” He’d certainly seen to that.

  “You’re not saying anything.” Kemp was eyeing me, waiting. “It wasn’t great?” he prompted, then laughed. “Maybe Poe and I need to give Gus a few pointers. We get you between us and he can watch. Learn.”

  I sucked in a breath at what he was suggesting.

  Gus eyed me very closely, as if my answer impacted his entire sexual identity. After all this time, he seemed confident he’d done me right, but now… his friends were obviously making him doubt.

  “Baby girl, remaining quiet is like waving a red cape at a bull,” Kemp added.

  I tried not to smile at the way Gus looked, half horrified that he might have left me unsatisfied, and half pissed that his friends were intentionally riling him.

  “You were great,” I finally said, patting his hand and picking up my sandwich, not addressing Kemp’s comment.

  Gus gave a little grunt as way of responding, then shoveled in a forkful of lasagna.

  When he swallowed, he asked, “Are you into women now?”

  I almost choked on the bite of turkey and avocado. “What? Where did that come from?”

  “You were great. Great, not spectacular or mind blowing. If I can’t please you, clearly you’re into women instead,” Gus replied, running his hand over his beard.

  “Or you drove her away from dicks, and she now likes to dive for pussy.” God, Poe was ruthless.

  I looked to Gus, laughed. “No. That’s not it.”

  “So you like dick,” Gus countered.

  I cleared my throat and of course, flushed hotly. “Yes.”

  “And you liked my dick.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, we’ve established that much,” Gus continued. “What else? You like being on top. You want to do it in my pick-up again. You like to be spanked. You want to call me Daddy. You want me to tie you up. Flog you. Fuck your ass. Eat your pu
ssy. Play with toys. Watch you come. Go down—”

  I reached out, covered Gus’s mouth again, felt the soft prickle of his beard. “You don’t know when to stop.”

  When I pull my hand away, he said, “Pixie, I can go a long, long time.” Then he winked.

  Kemp reached out, grabbed the sandwich from my hand. “No share, no sandwich.”

  I eyed him carefully. “I’m the sheriff and even I don’t starve people for answers.”

  Glancing at Poe, he just shrugged. “You better just tell us then.”

  I mentally shrugged. What the hell? Gus wouldn’t judge me and I didn’t think Kemp or Poe would either. Worst case scenario, Gus wouldn’t be interested and nothing would have changed. I hadn’t had him in ten years.

  I wanted a guy to have the same kinks as me. What better way to do that then get them out in the open right away? I didn’t need to get naked and in a guy’s bed to learn he couldn’t—or more likely, wouldn’t—do it for me. This saved a lot of time and energy getting redressed.

  I glanced between the three of them who waited patiently. “I like to share, too.”

  A rumble came from Poe’s chest.

  Gus sat up straight at that, eyes filled with surprise, but eager interest. “Meaning…”

  I licked my lips, looked between the three of them. “Meaning, I want to see whose dick really is the biggest.”

  4

  KEMP

  * * *

  “With three men, you won’t get vanilla,” I told her.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  She wanted all three of us. Her.

  God, look at her. Sleek dark hair, dark eyes. Her skin was pale, but had a healthy tan from being outside. She was gorgeous in that subtle way. Not flashy. Hell, she was wearing a sheriff’s uniform shirt, which had to be barely one small step up from potato sack when it came to being sexy. But she was. So fucking sexy my dick had gone harder than a fence post in two seconds flat the moment I saw her.

  And she wasn’t a tiny thing either. I’d worried about that whenever I’d been with a woman. I was a big guy. Big everywhere and I’d always had to be gentle. With my hands, my body, my dick.

  Parker though, had to be almost six feet tall. Sturdy, lush. Strong.

  Gus had talked about her, how she’d been his first, how she’d been the one who got away. But, was now back in town. He’d seen her at the family ranch, wanted her. Hoped we’d all get to have her. But it hadn’t been that casual, like he’d run across his old fourth grade teacher at the grocery store. No, he’d talked about her, and talked about her some more. I’d wanted to roll my eyes for how he kept at it. How fucking gorgeous she was, how hot it had been with her, how she was even more amazing now. All that seemed a little far-fetched since he hadn’t even talked with her since she’d been back. But he’d been adamant. His dick had been hard and he’d told us how often he’d had to rub one out just fantasizing about her.

  That had been a lot of hoping and I’d discounted his obsession. It had been too much to wish for, a woman who’d want the three of us. Who could handle us all and he’d never said she’d go for that.

  Still, he was whipped.

  And now so was I. He’d been right. Every fucking word. I felt like I knew her, recognized her even though I’d never seen her before. I felt a connection, desire. Need. I needed Parker and that was fucking insane. Especially since she wanted all of us.

  She stared at me now with those fathomable brown eyes. I saw heat there, wariness, too. The fact that she was brave enough to share probably her darkest, most illicit desires made me so proud of her. And I’d only just met her.

  “I understand. I don’t want vanilla,” she replied, her voice soft. While she’d admitted to a huge truth, she’d become a little nervous.

  I set down the sandwich I’d taken from her hand. “You won’t be in charge with the three of us.”

  She’d made herself clear. It was our turn to tell her how it would be. We wanted her right there with us, so her awareness and consent were crucial.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  Gus reached out, put his fingers to her chin and made her look at him. “You’re the sheriff, pixie. Lots of responsibility. You want us to clear that head of yours.”

  “You want to give over, to submit, don’t you?” Poe asked.

  She nodded and Gus dropped his hand away. “Say it, pixie.”

  I watched as she licked her lips, then swallowed. “I want you to take control.”

  Oh fuck. I wanted to dominate her, to give her that. To make her forget everything but what we told her to do. Her job had to be stressful as fuck. Keeping the county safe, dealing with the mayor, the city council, drunks, wife beaters and worse. She needed a break, to hand off all the stress and let someone take care of her for a while.

  I had no problem doing that, being that person for her. No question Poe and Gus were right there, too. I couldn’t wait a second longer.

  “Go over to the counter and put your hands on it,” I said. While my tone was deeper than it had been before, it wasn’t harsh. It made her eyes widen and yet her pupils dilated because I sank into the role and she knew things had changed.

  Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, which had me wondering how pink she’d be other places. Her pussy. Her nipples. Her crinkled little asshole.

  “Now?” she asked, a little surprised. “Here?”

  “Now,” Poe replied. He’d been quiet, watching. Waiting. Until now. Now he wanted to be just as involved, for her to know that we were all in on this. Together.

  I practically held my breath as we watched. It was obvious she was thinking hard. Real hard. It was one thing to say she wanted all of us, to have someone take charge, another to hand all that over.

  Slowly, she pushed back her chair and stood. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Curvy, lush. Big. She wouldn’t break because of our large hands and our big dicks. She could handle us. How she wasn’t claimed yet was beyond me. And yet, she wasn’t a virgin. Some idiot let her go, which was our gain.

  She walked over to the counter, set her hands on the flat surface just as I’d asked. Her back was to us, so she glanced over her shoulder. Wariness and heat. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “This is a little weird. I haven’t seen Gus in years and I’ve just met you two.”

  Poe pushed his chair back, turned it so we faced her. Had a front row seat to a sexy show.

  “There’s not much difference between right now and tonight,” I said.

  We’d wait, no problem. If she wasn’t comfortable or ready, we’d give her all the time in the world. But she’d done exactly as I’d said. She wanted this, even if her mind was struggling with it.

  “I feel like one of you is going to frisk me or something.”

  “Only if you want us to,” I replied.

  “I’m working.”

  “And we will be soon, too,” Gus added. “Trust us. Give over, pixie.”

  She took a deep breath, let it out. Nodded.

  Fuck, yes. “All I want you to do right now is work your jeans down over your hips, stick that gorgeous ass out and show us your pussy,” I told her. “We’ll sit right here and watch.”

  Her mouth fell open, but she didn’t look like she wanted to come across the room and slap me, or worse, use her Taser on me. No, her cheeks flushed even darker and she bit her lip. Her mind was working. Hard. But she was aroused. Interested. Willing.

  “I thought you were going to show me which of you has the biggest dick.”

  “Later,” Gus said. He did a little circle with his finger as a silent command to turn around.

  We waited. Gus had barely moved since she’d stood up, clearly a little stunned how things were going. He’d hoped she’d be into all three of us, but probably expected to have to woo her, court her even, coax her into the idea.

  There’d been no coaxing. Hell no.

  She might not have been so bold on her own, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to have three men watch her. Since I t
old her what to do, commanded even, it had taken the pressure off her shoulders. I was making her show us her pussy, which made it okay for her. She was submitting to my words, doing as I wanted, which in turn, got her exactly what she needed.

  She turned away once again, worked the belt on her jeans and shimmied them down her legs so they settled mid-thigh. The creamy skin was just a small strip because her shirttail fell over her ass. With her utility belt snug around her waist, loaded with her gun, Taser, cuffs and other things, she couldn’t pull it up. Still, the fact that she’d done what I’d said made pre-cum drip from my dick. I shifted in my chair trying to get comfortable.

  Parker was submissive. An exhibitionist, at least to a degree. She’d show herself to us, but no one else. She wasn’t shy. Wasn’t timid in her sexuality. And, she was horny. For all three of us.

  “Stick that ass out, pixie,” Gus told her. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, as if he were struggling not to go over and tug her hips back for her. To open up his jeans, pull out his dick and fuck her.

  I knew the feeling.

  Lowering herself to her forearms, Parker bent over and that had her shirt riding up, her ass exposed, but covered in silky pink panties. The gusset was darker, wet from her arousal and the material clung to her folds.

  “Oh shit,” Gus whispered, and out of the corner of my eye—no fucking way was I looking away from Parker—saw him shift himself in his jeans.

  She wasn’t looking at us, but straight at the wall in front of her.

  He hopped to his feet, moved closer. She glanced up at him in surprise, but remained in position.

  “You like it when three men look at you,” he said. As if it were too painful otherwise, he opened his jeans, reached in and pulled out his dick. It was hard as a rock and pre-cum dripped from the slit. When Parker licked her lips, I knew she hadn’t missed his obvious need for her.

  Gus’s jaw clenched as he stroked his length, slow at first then faster.

  “That silk’s soaked. We can see every bit of your pussy lips, how hard your clit is.”

  He reached out, ran a finger over the gusset of her panties. Her hips bucked but she remained in place. She gasped and I groaned.