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  I grabbed Shane’s head, tangled my fingers in his hair. Pulled him closer, tugged him up, moved him where I wanted him. My thighs clenched around his ears and I was sure I was smothering him, but I didn’t care. I was going to come.

  And then I felt the hot, wet suction of Finch’s mouth on my nipple. It was such a shock, a surprise that I clenched, then came on a scream.

  In the moment I was surprised women liked to fuck just one guy. Two… holy shit, who knew? And we hadn’t actually had sex yet.

  Shane didn’t stop. His tongue still circled my clit in some sort of imaginary alphabet he knew and my pussy loved. His finger continued to curl and rub over my G-spot. Finch switched to laving my other nipple, his hand cupping my breast. They didn’t let up at all. Shane, though, added a second finger to the mix, pressing the slick tip to my back entrance. It was a gentle brushing over the sensitive tissues, and I bucked off the bed.

  I felt the vibrations of a small laugh against my pussy. “Never played with your ass, have you?”

  I shook my head, my hands now falling to Finch’s shoulder and head. He felt bigger and different than Shane, reminding me that they were both here with me.

  They might be two men who wanted me, but they were two different men. Unique in their own way. Yet both of them were attracted to me. Were eager to satisfy me. Whose dicks, stuck in their jeans, were hard for me.

  “I like it. Don’t stop,” I ordered.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Shane said, continuing his play.

  I’d just had one orgasm, and a second quickly followed. I had no idea my ass had nerves or something that made me so hot I felt myself getting wetter. A slight bit of pressure of his finger on my virgin ass and I came. There was too much going on. My mind couldn’t keep up. I let go. Gave over. Sank. Fell. Submerged. Reveled.

  I bucked and writhed, called out their names and swore like a sailor. I tugged on Finch’s hair, dug my nails into hard muscle. I felt my pussy gush with arousal, ready for a cock next. My nipples were painfully hard, and Finch had been gentle with them.

  My mouth was dry, my breathing ragged.

  “I’m not going to make it,” I said finally.

  Shane was kissing my inner thigh, Finch stroking his hand over my body as if he couldn’t stop touching me. “Oh?”

  “You haven’t even gotten your dicks in me yet. I think they might kill me.”

  I blinked my eyes open, looked up at Finch. Shane crawled up my body, my thighs still spread wide. They were gorgeous, generous and fun. And they were all mine. At least for right now.

  Finch moved to stand beside the bed, took off his clothes. I lay there, replete and sated, and watched. He gripped his dick, huge and thick in his tight hold, and began to stroke it.

  “Just think, sugar. What a way to go.”

  7

  FINCH

  Fuck, she was incredible. Feeling her come on my mouth the night before was so much different than watching now. Sure, it was a little weird to watch two people going at it, but it was Shane and Eve. It didn’t turn me off, only made my dick even harder.

  The ability to observe, to see the way Eve’s skin flushed a pretty pink, the way her nipples hardened after I’d removed her heavy layers of clothes. The way her mouth opened on a gasp. The sight of her legs thrown over Shane’s back.

  She was passionate and held nothing back. Not from me the night before—and we’d been behind a barn where we could have been discovered—or now, sprawled out on my bed.

  Maybe that was why I was so content. She was in my bed. I’d never had a woman here before. I’d never snuck a girl in when I was a teenager, not with my dad’s room right down the hall. Once I had the house to myself, I still kept this place off-limits. My sanctuary of sorts. Sure, I fucked. But either at the woman’s place or a locked bathroom at a bar or even the supply closet at the seed and feed.

  I’d never wanted a woman here. Until now.

  She looked right, her dark hair a wild tangle across my blanket. Her hands gripping the down as if she might fly away. Later I’d be able to breathe in her scent, know she was mine.

  She was. She just didn’t know it yet.

  “Are you just going to stroke that thing or put it in me?”

  I blinked, realized I’d been staring at her, feeling so fucking pleased with myself that I was going to fuck her that I got distracted from actually fucking her.

  I didn’t say anything, just went to the nightstand and grabbed an unopened box of condoms. I pulled out a strip, tore one off and dropped the rest on the bed.

  “Not getting in you until I keep you safe,” I said, rolling the condom down my length.

  Shane stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Decide how you want to be fucked, sugar. I can grab your ankles and sit them on my shoulders and slow fuck you to come again. Or you can flip over and I can pound you from behind nice and deep.”

  “How about both?” she asked.

  I couldn’t help but grin. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Moving to stand between her parted knees, I did just as I said and took hold of her ankles and set them on my shoulders. I was too tall to get right in her, so I leaned forward, setting a hand on the bed by her hip. Her knees bent and were up by her tits.

  I took a second to ensure bending her this way worked for her. She didn’t wince or pull her legs down, only lifted her hips so her pussy bumped against the head of my dick.

  Gripping the base, I lined up and pressed into her in one long, slow stroke. I watched as her pussy lips parted around me, how she stretched open to take my width and her inner walls milked and clenched, adjusting to how deep I could go.

  “Sugar,” I growled.

  “Why aren’t you moving?” she asked on a breathy pant as she tried to roll her hips. It took me deeper and I groaned. Sweat beaded on my brow, and my balls drew up with the need to come.

  Fuck, she felt so good. Hot, wet, tight. So incredible.

  “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I pulled back so just the head was opening her up, then plunged deep.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  That was the one word I wanted to hear. I took her hard, fast. I was too far gone, her pussy too perfect. Her breasts were small, but they bounced each time I slapped my hips against her ass.

  I was going to come, but not until I pleased her. Eve came first. I pulled out with a hiss, grabbed hold of her ankles and rolled her onto her stomach.

  “Crawl up, sugar. Show me that ass.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me. Gorgeous. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed. Her lips were parted, and her breasts bounced with her ragged breaths.

  “Hang on, I want in on this.”

  I hadn’t paid Shane any attention, but he was naked now, his dick hard and curved up to bump his belly. It was already covered with a condom. He dropped onto the bed, head on the pillows. He curled a finger, and Eve crawled up and over him.

  She dropped her head and kissed him, all the while showing off her ass, her knees spread wide around Shane’s hips. Pink pussy lips were all but dripping with her desire. They were swollen from fucking and open. I watched as both her holes winked at me as she clenched.

  I couldn’t wait a second longer to get back inside her.

  I moved up the bed, knelt behind her. Shane bent his knees and spread his legs wide to give me room.

  Sliding right back in was easy, and I groaned at the feel. I set my hands on her hips. While she was lean and muscular, she was soft and cushiony beneath my palms. Her moan was stifled by Shane’s mouth.

  I worked her at a slow pace, not wanting to stop Shane from enjoying her too. That didn’t keep me from trying out her ass like Shane had. I licked my thumb, then set it over her tight little back entrance. I didn’t push in—I wasn’t fucking stupid—only circled gently.

  Her head came up, her hair tossed down her back. “I… I love that.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “We’ll get you ready, sugar, for us to take you there
. Not today, but soon.”

  “Give me a turn at her pussy,” Shane said.

  I paused, thought about what he wanted, then caught on.

  Slowly I pulled out. “Give Shane a turn,” I told her.

  Eve looked over her shoulder at me, then back at Shane. She shifted so she hovered over his dick, then lowered down. From behind, I got to watch my friend’s dick disappear inside her.

  His hands moved to her hips as he helped her ride him.

  “My turn,” I said after a little while.

  Eve laughed as she lifted off Shane and stuck her ass out for me. I didn’t wait, just plunged back in.

  “You’ve got two dicks to take, Eve,” Shane said. “Who’s going to get you off? Finch from behind or me?”

  I gave it to her good, starting slow and picking up the pace as she pushed back, fucking herself on me. Then she leaned forward, came all the way off, then lowered herself onto Shane.

  Back and forth she went until she found a rhythm, her breath picking up, her eyes falling closed as she worked herself on both of us. Her hand moved to her clit, her fingers rubbing circles over it as she fucked us both.

  I didn’t give a shit if she needed a little extra help to get there. We certainly weren’t skimping. I felt her inner walls clamp down just a second before she came, her head thrown back as she tensed. Cried out.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Shane said as he watched her come.

  I followed right after her. It was impossible to hold off a second longer, not the way she was squeezing me. I gripped her hips hard as I held myself deep, filled the condom.

  I pulled out, let Shane take over as he brought her down on top of him, even while she was still coming, worked her through that orgasm and gave her another. Only then did he follow and bust his own nut inside her.

  The condoms were a necessity. We hadn’t talked about her being on any kind of birth control, nor did we mention if we were clean. I wasn’t interested in being a dad anytime soon, and I respected Eve, and myself, enough to use protection until we worked it out.

  But the idea of coming in her without the latex barrier made my dick start to stir. I wanted to mark her, to make her mine. Body and soul.

  We were doing a damned good job with her body. We just had to get through to her soul next.

  EVE

  I was at my desk, staring out the window at all the fresh snow, probably two feet. It had finally stopped overnight, the clouds moving east. The sun was out, and it was almost blinding to look at. Since my car was sitting in Mac’s shop—he’d picked it up from the side of the road a few hours after I’d called it in—Finch had dropped me off at the station before taking Shane to his post with the forest service. Fortunately I’d be able to use a department SUV until my car was fixed and wouldn’t be reliant on Finch. That was the last thing I wanted, to have to rely on either of them. I was struggling with the no-strings thing, and that would have only made it worse.

  Shane had a weapon of his own. Sure, a gun at his hip, but also a uniform. The cliché was true. A guy in uniform was a sight to behold, ruthless for a woman’s panties. I should have guessed it, but I’d been too busy enjoying him naked to think about his work clothes.

  “Hey,” Nix said, walking by to hang up his coat. The room was half full, some people wrapping up their night shift, others coming in to start their day. Phones rang and the scent of coffee came from the break room.

  I blinked, realized I’d been spacing out, and glanced his way. “Hey.”

  “Good weekend?” He looked relaxed and rested.

  Did I have a good weekend? Good wasn’t the right word. Incredible. Insane. Intense. It was possible I was walking a little funny. Shane and Finch had worn me out. After we’d had sex in bed the first time, we’d moved to the shower, and we’d done more than wash. Over the next day and a half, we’d had sex all over Finch’s house. The couch. The kitchen counter. The bench in the mudroom. Even the hallway wall when the bed had been too far away.

  They took me together on the couch. I’d been bent over the arm, and Shane had fucked me from behind while I sucked Finch off. The other times it had only been one of them. Shane in the hallway. Finch in the kitchen, although Shane had come in and watched.

  And all those times had been during the day. At night I’d been curled up in Finch’s large bed between them. They woke me several times just moving me as they wanted to get back inside me. Each and every time they made me come at least once.

  That didn’t even count when, just before dawn, Finch had handcuffed me to the headboard, and they’d taken turns having their way with me.

  I was exhausted. I wasn’t used to having sex with one guy, let alone two. Hell, I’d had more sex in forty-eight hours than I’d had in the past five years. I had no endurance. If this were to continue, I’d need to exercise or something.

  While they’d been careful with the cuffs, I could still feel the sharp bite of the metal when I’d tugged against them. My inner thighs were sensitive from whisker burn as Finch had eaten me out before slowly filling me and making me come. It had been almost lazy, as if he were waking me up with orgasms. After that, Shane had wrapped my legs around his waist and all I could do was cross my ankles and take it since my hands had been restrained over my head. My pussy was sore from two huge dicks.

  Every time they touched me, I craved more. Even after all the sex we’d had, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of Shane and Finch… and that scared the crap out of me. How could I want more when they’d given me so much? My pussy should be broken, my clit numb.

  But no.

  “Yeah, good weekend,” I replied when I realized Nix was waiting for my answer. “I didn’t think about work.” I’d practically forgotten my name.

  He grinned, then dropped into his chair behind his desk. “Me neither. Saturday we hung out at home, and yesterday we skied. I’m surprised I didn’t see you up there.”

  I had a pass to Cutthroat Mountain and spent a lot of time on the slopes. We’d gone together with a group of friends in the past or run into each other at the lift. Not this weekend.

  Nodding, I said, “Yeah, I was tied up.”

  I bit my lip and pulled out my notes from my drawer, trying to seem casual and hoping he didn’t notice my blush.

  “Ready to meet with the Oldens?” I asked, wanting to switch the topic off my fling weekend.

  “Yeah, I passed them in the lobby,” Nix said. “I directed them to the coffee machine and where the interview room is. You can meet them in there.”

  The Mills murder wasn’t the only case we had. The Oldens’ adult son had stolen money from them and emptied their house of valuables to sell for drugs. While they were devastated by the effects of drugs on their only child, they wanted to press charges, knowing it was best if he faced the consequences for his actions. Donovan Nash was joining us, and we hoped to come to an agreement where the son wouldn’t do jail time but be forced into rehab. It was a bad situation, but I had to hope the intervention would put the guy back on track.

  “Sounds good.” I grabbed my case file and a pen. “Thanks.”

  An hour later I dropped into my chair, wished my coffee cup was full. The phone on my desk rang.

  “Miranski,” I said.

  “I can’t believe you ditched me on Saturday for my brother.”

  I huffed out a laugh at the way Poppy got right to the point.

  “You sent him. Sorry,” I replied finally, leaning back.

  Nix walked past, empty coffee mug in hand. I reached forward, grabbed my empty cup and waved it at him. He grabbed it and took it with him toward the break room.

  “No, you’re not.”

  “You’re right. I’m not sorry at all.” I tried not to grin, but it was impossible. I wasn’t. Two hot men paying complete and total attention to me and giving me countless orgasms? Sorry, not sorry.

  “I should hate you, but I’m just glad you two hit it off.”

  “Three,” I said, then bit my lip.

  �
��Three?”

  “Us three.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I admitted the truth. Not that she could see me. “Me, Shane and Finch.”

  Poppy was dead silent for a few seconds; then she squealed. “I knew it! You guys are perfect for each other.”

  I pulled the phone away from my ear so I didn’t go deaf as she chattered on and on about how she’d figured they were looking for a woman together. She cited Nix and Donovan, Cy Seaborn and Lucas Mills and even Mac and Hardin as examples of great guys who went their own way when it came to love.

  “Perfect? How did you come up with that from the stupid break-in?”

  “I didn’t. It’s just… well, it’s obvious now. I should have fixed you guys up a long time ago. You’ll make beautiful babies.”

  I laughed. “Babies? Poppy, this isn’t a relationship.” I turned my head away from the main room, although no one was looking my way. “It’s just sex.”

  “Okay, I’m going to try not to gag thinking about my brother having sex, but it’s not just sex, Eve.”

  “It is. I made it clear that’s all I want.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that’s all… I… want,” I repeated but said the words slower.

  “Again, why?”

  “I was hurt by a guy,” I said, this time my voice soft because I remembered how weak I’d been, how much it still hurt. “I told you that much. He… he was verbally and physically abusive. I lost myself. I won’t do that again.”

  Poppy sighed. “If anyone can understand, it’s me.”

  She’d never mentioned a bad boyfriend, but I had a feeling the way she and Shane both hated their dad that it was him who’d hurt her.

  “I just figured you were waiting for the right one. Or ones.”

  Shane’s grin with that lethal dimple and Finch’s whiskey gaze popped into my head. The way they looked when they were deep inside me. When we were sitting on the couch watching a movie. How they touched. Spoke. Everything.

  “They won’t hurt you,” she said. “Not like that.”