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  She looked to Porter, then to me, didn’t say anything but shifted over me so the head of my dick slipped through her slick folds, settled into the notch of her entrance.

  “I understand. I get tested at the hospital twice a year, and it’s been a really long time since I’ve had sex. I’ve had the IUD for a while.”

  I didn’t want to even think about her with anyone else, but she hadn’t asked about our pasts, and I was going to respect hers. She was with us now and that was what mattered.

  “I want nothing between us. Not any longer,” she breathed. Leaning in, she kissed my chest.

  Before she could lower herself down, I gripped her hips, held her up.

  “What—”

  She was so small it was easy to spin her about so she was still on my lap, but facing away from me.

  “Liam!” Her hands settled on my knees to hold on.

  “I’ll fuck you, don’t worry your pretty little head about that. But you’re fucking two men now and you need to let Porter watch as you take my dick. As your gorgeous tits bounce while you ride me like a fucking cowgirl.”

  Porter moved and settled on the edge of the bed facing us. He was too far away to reach her, but had the perfect view.

  In this position, perched on my thighs, her feet didn’t touch the floor. As I gripped her hips and lifted her up and back and onto my dick, she had no control. She was all mine.

  Her hips wiggled as the first inch slipped inside. Fuck, she was tight. Wet. So hot. A whimper escaped and I felt her inner walls flutter, adjusting to being stretched open. I wasn’t small. Hell, it was hard to find pants that hid my size, even when I wasn’t hard.

  I had no doubt her pussy would take me, but it was important I took my time getting her to open up, to be molded to my dick.

  It took a minute of raising her up, lowering her down, a shimmy of her hips as I did so, until she was sitting directly on my thighs once again, this time, impaled on my dick.

  “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

  The need to come built at the base of my spine. I’d never been surrounded by such perfection before. Like a snug glove made just for me. I gritted my teeth as I fought for control. I had no idea the difference it was without a condom. Hotter, wetter, more sensitive. Just the idea of being bare deep inside her was so fucking erotic. And the feelings, holy shit, intense. Incredible.

  “Ready for your ride?” I asked, sweat beading my upper lip.

  I couldn’t see her face, but she was circling her hips, trying to lift up. I helped her but raising her so that just the tip was inside, then let gravity lower her back down. Hard. Deep.

  She cried out.

  I glanced at Porter, who’d tugged his dick from the opening of his jeans and was stroking it. He wasn’t missing any bit of her as she was fucked. The way her pussy took all of me, the way her tits did bounce each time she settled back on my lap. The wet, naughty sounds of fucking, of flesh slapping flesh. Or the scent, the musky tang of fucking.

  It should feel weird having him watch, but it was too good. Jill was too good. I felt pride knowing that he could see her like this, getting what she needed. It was a thrill to show her off, so someone else could appreciate how magnificent our girl was.

  I had a moment’s thought he might step in front of her and have her suck him off, but she was bouncing too much, and I had a feeling he was enjoying the show. His turn would come, and since I was so close to the edge, it would be soon. But I had to get her off first. The woman always came first.

  “Liam!” she gasped as I began to fuck her harder. With her legs spread wide, she had no friction on her clit, and I knew she was close, but was struggling to get there.

  I wanted her to come with me. I sure as fuck wasn’t leaving her behind.

  It was easy to continue to lift and lower her with one hand as I reached around and pinched her clit with the other. She came like a firecracker in one silent boom.

  A gush of pussy juices seeped from her, coating my dick and my balls. Her thighs clenched tight, her back arched and her inner walls began to milk my dick.

  I couldn’t survive that. It was impossible, and I wasn’t even willing to try. I felt my balls tighten, my dick thicken and shoot a big load deep into her. I filled her with cum, and knowing there wasn’t a barrier to collect it, that it coated and marked her deep inside, only made me come even harder.

  She leaned back against me, worn out, her head tucked into my shoulder, her breath fanning my sweaty neck. I could look down the length of her body, see the way her nipples softened to plump tips now that she’d come. Lower, to the groomed curls and even further to the way her pussy lips were parted around my base.

  My cum slipped from her and there was no way in hell I was going soft. I could take her again, especially knowing that I didn’t have to pull out to dispose of a condom. All I had to do was begin again, give her more of my cum. My balls were far from empty.

  But it was Porter’s turn, and it was time to share. I wasn’t the least bit jealous because I sure-as-shit was going to watch. Jill wanted more? She was going to get it.

  All fucking night.

  8

  JILL

  * * *

  Holy shit. I’d never come like that before. Ever. It made the orgasm in Porter’s SUV seem like nothing, and that was saying a lot. Liam was huge. God, so big I felt crammed full, and I was stunned I’d been able to take all of him. The feel of his dick with no condom had made it even better. The friction, the glide, the feel of his cum as it spurted into me, hot and thick.

  It wasn’t just Liam. It was seeing Porter in front of me. Watching. Knew he was getting off seeing me be fucked by his friend. Porter had stroked his own dick as Liam lifted me up and down. Taking me, hard, deep. So deep.

  And watching Porter as I came because of Liam’s dick, Liam’s fingers on my clit… amazing.

  Liam’s hand wrapped around my waist, cupped my breast as he nuzzled against my neck. “Go see Porter, baby. He needs you. Look at his dick, all hard and ready for you.”

  Through orgasm-hazed eyes, I saw that his cock was almost angry looking, the head a plum color as pre-cum seeped from the slit. While Porter was still idly stroking it, clearly he needed more. He needed to be in my pussy.

  I leaned forward and Liam stretched out his legs so my feet were able to touch the ground. I stood slowly, Liam slipping from me as he did so. He patted my ass as I walked toward Porter.

  Boldly, I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from him.

  “Fuck!” shouted Porter as Liam growled. I knew he could see my pussy, probably all flushed, swollen and covered in his cum as I bent over.

  Porter’s taste burst on my tongue. Salty and tangy. I wanted more, but before I could lick him like a lollipop, he gripped my hips, picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. After bouncing once, then twice, he grabbed my ankle and rolled me onto my stomach.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at how easily he moved me about. I came up on my elbows, looked over my shoulder at him. His hands came down on my bottom with a light swat.

  “Sweetness, you’re a little tease.”

  I grinned, because he was smiling as he said it. “Fucking yourself on Liam’s cock and getting off while I watch. Then, fuck, then getting that sweet mouth on my dick. I’m close to coming as it is.”

  I looked down at his dick, which was so big, so thick I was now questioning how I was going to suck him off. I’d have to stretch my mouth so wide just to get the head in. No way could I take the whole thing. Beneath his glorious length were balls, hanging heavy and full, making me think him even more potent, more virile than ever.

  “You like seeing me fuck Liam,” I said.

  “Hell, yes.” He swatted my ass again, then cupped it. The sting morphed into heat that spread to my pussy. “And now, with your legs parted like that, I can see he’s been there, his cum dripping from you.”

  I rolled back over, set my feet on the bed, my knees bent. “Mark me, too.”

  A growl r
umbled from his chest as the heat in his eyes went almost predatory.

  He moved onto the bed on his knees, took hold of my ankles in one hand, lifted them up to his shoulders. My ass was off the bed because he was so big.

  “Like this. I’m going to take you like this.”

  I wasn’t going to argue. I was ready for him and as he leaned forward, gripping his cock in his free hand, he swiped the tip up and down my folds, coating the tip, then settling into place. His dark eyes met mine as he pressed forward.

  “Liam’s cum is easing the way,” he said through gritted teeth. He was going slow because… god, he was big. Finally, he bottomed out and he stilled. Didn’t move.

  “I never knew it could feel this good. You’re perfect, sweetness. Made for my dick. For Liam’s. This is going to be fast.” His jaw clenched as he pulled back, thrust deep. “Watching you with him was too much. After two months, I’m in you. So hot. So tight. Wet. Shit, I’m going to come.”

  He fucked me, hard, deep. I gripped the bedding to hold on, not that I was going anywhere as he held my ankles. All I could do was feel, give over to the pounding. It was raw, wet, the sounds of fucking and ragged breathing filled the room.

  I watched Porter as he took me, as he found his pleasure in my body. He touched my clit with his free hand, stroked it gently and that was all it took to push me over the edge. Again.

  I screamed, arched my back as Porter came with me, buried deep. I could feel his cum filling me, heating me, seeping out around him. There was so much… too much that I felt it slide down over my bottom.

  He lowered my legs, leaned forward so his hands were on either side of my head and kissed me. Slow, easy, his tongue tangling with mine. He was still buried deep, still hard.

  When he lifted his head, looked at me, he smiled. “There’s my girl. I’ve been dreaming of the look on your face. Well-fucked, happy. Mine.”

  “Ours,” Liam said, coming up beside us with a wet washcloth in his hand. He must’ve gone to the bathroom and gotten it to clean me up.

  “She doesn’t need that yet. I’m not done yet.”

  He may have just come, but he pulled back, thrust deep. Still hard and ready for more.

  “Right, sweetness? Why get all cleaned up when I’m going to get you all dirty again?”

  I closed my eyes as he lowered to his forearms, moved slow and deep, my clit rubbing against him. This wasn’t going to be fast or urgent, but easy. Gentle. Deep.

  “Porter, yes.” As I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulled him closer as best I could, he slid over a spot deep inside me that lit me up. Made me hot. Made me scream.

  “Yes!”

  Why would I want to be clean when I loved being so, so dirty?

  9

  JILL

  * * *

  Mondays were usually busy in the recovery room. Planned surgeries began bright and early, so the beds were full by nine. It kept me on my feet, checking on the patients, monitoring their pain, vitals until they were stable and moved on to a room on one of the floors to recover fully. It kept my mind busy, but my thoughts veered from blood pressures and chart updates to Porter and Liam.

  I wasn’t much for going to the gym and working out, but I would have to consider it if I wanted to keep up with my men. My men! They’d been insatiable all weekend. So had I, and I was sore because of it. There were muscles I didn’t even know I had that were screaming at me today, reminding me of what we’d done.

  But I wasn’t complaining. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d lost track of how many orgasms I’d had. My co-workers gave me odd looks—no one was as cheerful as I was so early on a Monday—but didn’t question. I’d been grilled by Parker on Saturday, although only by text since I’d wanted to give her an update after our phone call in the car Friday night, but not too much more than that as I hadn’t been ready to share. I still wasn’t, content to just… revel in the feeling of being wanted. No, more than that. I’d been needed by two men.

  Needed in bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. The list of places we’d had sex had been long.

  Spending the weekend with Porter and Liam had been everything I’d hoped for. Sex, talking, more sex, cooking and just being together. Oh, and more sex. They’d gone with me on Saturday to the pawnshop to buy back my mom’s pin, insisting I wouldn’t go alone, but otherwise we’d stayed inside Porter’s house. Naked.

  I’d only gone home for a few minutes this morning to shower and grab a quick breakfast before I drove to the hospital for my shift. It wasn’t even lunchtime and I missed Porter and Liam. It was totally crazy and slightly dangerous. I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d been until now. My usual Friday night with a book or a sappy made-for-TV movie seemed dull now. I didn’t want a man—men—to make my life exciting. I didn’t want to think that I wasn’t… whole without them in it. Once I did, I’d be reliant on them. As soon as I did that, I kept myself open for heartache. But I couldn’t resist Liam and Porter, and I’d certainly tossed those fears to the side while I’d been with them.

  I hadn’t done anything except have fun and enjoy myself the entire time.

  When I came out of the elevator after wheeling a patient down to a room on the second floor, I was surprised to see Liam. My heart skipped a beat, making me think I needed to get hooked up to a cardiac monitor.

  He was at the nurses station chatting with a few people, and I paused, taking a moment to admire him. He was in his usual work uniform of boots, jeans and the sheriff uniform shirt that peeked out from his jacket. To say he filled it out really well was an understatement. Broad shoulders were clearly defined, even beneath the fluorescent lighting. The utility belt around his waist held handcuffs, a walkie talkie and on his hip, a gun. I wasn’t big on weapons, but I knew Liam had a big one and knew how to fire it.

  God, I was so cliché, but he fit every romance book’s sexy sheriff hero I’d ever read about and the hat that rested on the high counter beside him only checked the cowboy box, too. I knew what that mouth felt like on my skin, the gentle touch of those big hands as they worked me to orgasm, the feel of that taut ass beneath my palms. He made me feel giddy. Excited. Eager. Aroused. My nipples hardened beneath my scrub top, and I was thankful for my long sleeved t-shirt and padded bra to hide my obvious attraction. But we were in the hospital and not any place I could act on my desires.

  I’d seen him in the building before; work often brought him to see patients or talk with staff about a case. His turf was more the emergency room or even the morgue, but never in the recovery room. I had to wonder if someone had been seriously hurt as part of a crime.

  I took a deep breath, let it out and walked toward him, trying not to look as if I’d spent the whole weekend riding his dick and wanted another go.

  When he saw me, his eyes brightened, but he didn’t offer me more than a small smile. We hadn’t talked about how we were going to behave in public—not that I didn’t want to jump into his arms and rip the buttons on his shirt off—but this was my work and our relationship was separate from that. So was his.

  “Hey there, Sheriff,” I said, returning his smile.

  He nodded a hello, but Barbara, the head nurse, spoke. “Jill, the sheriff would like to talk with you for a minute.” She pointed toward the staff lounge.

  My smile slipped as Liam picked up his hat and led me down the hall, holding the door for me. He closed it behind him, but while we were alone, didn’t step close. I didn’t have a good feeling, as if something wasn’t exactly right. He could have been in the building for work and decided to come up and say hello, but he wouldn’t need to get Barbara involved for that. Nor would he show up to break up with me. Would he? Had he planned all along to have a wild weekend and then dump me? My nerves had me thinking irrationally because that wasn’t something Liam would do. Not after what we shared.

  “I wanted to see you this morning, but not for a reason like this,” he began.

  I worried my lower lip between my teeth, waited, becoming more impatient
by the second.

  “Dr. Metzger’s office was broken into over the weekend,” he said, tapping his hat against his thigh.

  My mouth fell open. For a quick second, I was relieved that I wasn’t getting dumped, but pushed that aside. Dr. Metzger was the woman I job-shared for and worked in her office on Thursdays and Fridays. This wasn’t something I expected. At all.

  “Did they steal the television in the waiting room?” I frowned, wondering why anyone would want it that badly. The practice was in an old house right downtown that had been converted into a doctor’s office back in the eighties.

  Liam shook his head. “No. The exam rooms were tossed, and we think they were searching for drugs.”

  “Drugs,” I repeated. Dr. Metzger was a general practitioner, meaning she handled everything from sore throats to pregnancy to broken bones. “She might have a few samples from drug reps, but that’s it. She fills out prescriptions on the computer and sends them right to the pharmacy and patients have to go pick them up.”

  “Whoever broke in didn’t know that,” he replied, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck.

  “Should I call her? I can go in after my shift and help clean up.”

  Liam stepped close and put his hand on my arm. “Jill, the person who broke in used your code to disable the alarm. That’s why no one knew about the break in until they opened this morning.”

  “My alarm code?” I stared at the star on Liam’s chest as I worked through it all. I usually arrived early before Dr. Metzger to set up exam rooms or closed for her if she had an emergency, so she’d given me my own access. Everyone who worked there had their own. “They had to get through the locked door, and I always have my keys with me.”

  He nodded, tilted his head a little. “They went in through a window. Smashed it and then had the thirty seconds to enter the alarm code before the police were called.”