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  Sam began to lift and lower me as he thrust his hips up, fucking me now. His time for holding still had passed. His drive toward coming was fierce and he took me hard, pinching and tugging on my nipples as he did so.

  With his mouth on my neck, Sam groaned, I felt him thicken and lengthen inside me just before he came. I was right there with him, so hot, so needy, so ready to give over to my own pleasure, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't get there, even as I tried to shift my hips. I cried out with equal parts need and frustration.

  “Katie,” Jack said.

  I opened my eyes, looked up at him, whimpered.

  “Come now.”

  He pinched my clit. Hard. I should have hated it, should have been stunned he'd done something so painful. Turned out, it wasn't painful at all. Or it was the most exquisitely painful pleasure I'd ever felt and I came. I screamed, my body milking Sam's cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper into me.

  He panted as his pleasure waned, holding himself so far into me surely Jack could feel him against his palm on my belly.

  Jack took me in his arms as Sam pulled out, tugging another whimper from me. Jack tucked me in beside him on the bed, my cheek resting on his chest, one arm over his waist. Sam had gone to the en suite bathroom to dispose of the condom, but returned quickly and moved to lay behind me. I was still between them and I felt… well used, well fucked. Protected.

  My eyes were too heavy to open, my body too replete to do more than idly swirl my fingers through the hair on Jack's chest. I couldn’t even think of any reason why what we’d just done was a bad idea. I knew the thoughts would eventually surface, but not now.

  Sam kissed my shoulder. “Sleep, doll. You're going to need it.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  SAM

  As I expected, when the sun came up, so did every one of Katie's walls. Jack, used to getting up at the butt crack of dawn, was in the kitchen when Katie stumbled down for coffee. I'd woken when she had, and soon followed. I felt loose and relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in a long while. A way that only several orgasms could achieve. Jack had the same shit eating grin that I knew I wore.

  How Katie was walking properly, especially in those sky high heels, was beyond me. After I fucked her the first time, we took a little break before she woke up to Jack's head buried between her thighs. We'd taken her a few very creative ways—except at the same time—until she passed out with exhaustion.

  “Coffee,” she muttered, standing beside the coffeemaker waiting for Jack to pour her a cup. She grabbed onto the mug like a lifeline and breathed in the rich scent before taking her first slip.

  “Do you need—”

  She held up her hand, cutting me off, as she stared at the steam coming off her drink. “No talking until I have coffee.”

  I nodded slowly, then took the mug that Jack handed me. He grinned and we watched Katie drink her coffee, all rumpled and looking well fucked.

  It should have been an awkward silence, but either Katie's brain didn't turn on until after coffee—something to remember—or she wasn't the least bothered by tag teaming two men last night. When she put her empty mug on the counter a few minutes later, it seemed it was a little of both.

  “I guess I'm not getting my panties back?” she asked Jack, her voice that stern librarian tone again.

  Shit. My cock thickened in my pants realizing she wasn't wearing anything beneath that cute skirt.

  Jack grinned and slowly shook his head. “Nope. And, like I said last night, if you wear them around us, we'll keep taking them.”

  Her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it. Narrowed her eyes. There was the look. God, I loved that look. All ball withering and in complete control. I wanted to take her right back upstairs and make that go away. Nah, I could just bend her over the kitchen table.

  “And my phone? If I see either of you again, will I be handing that over, too?”

  “Not if. When.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest and didn't smile. “Sweetness, we might control you in the bedroom, but there's no way in fucking hell we want to control your life. I couldn't juggle that many balls if I were in the circus.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but Jack shut her down. “But, if it's after business hours and you're working your tail off, then the answer's hell yes, we'll take your phone.”

  Katie held out her hand and practically tapped her foot on the kitchen floor waiting.

  Jack pulled the phone from his shirt pocket—he was the only one of us wearing fresh clothes since we were in his house—and handed it to her.

  Spinning on her heel, she walked out of the kitchen with her head down, her fingers flying over the screen. Her heels clicked on the wood floors to the front door as she started talking to herself.

  I looked to Jack and he just smiled and shook his head once more. “She talks to herself when she's stressed.”

  “There's no service here!” she called, her voice angry and panicked at the same time. “I can’t check my email. No texts. No voicemail messages. It's after nine in New York. Do you have any idea—”

  “Woman,” I shouted, putting my mug on the granite counter. “Chill the fuck out and I'll get you back to civilization.”

  “Keys to the truck are by the door. Tonight?” Jack asked before I walked out.

  I grinned. “Winding her down is going to be a nightly occurrence.”

  ***

  “Are we going to pretend last night never happened?” I asked.

  I'd taken her back to her rental car in the bar's parking lot and ensured she sped off in the direction of her uncle's house before I turned toward the office. Three hours later as she sat across from me at my desk, she didn't have that mussed up, I-just-had-sex look about her. Which was terrible. I liked it much better than her hair pulled back neatly in a ponytail—one which I'd love to grab hold of as I fucked her from behind… again—and another prim blouse and skirt. Her heels were gone and in their place a pair of purple flats. I'd never seen shoes that color in Montana before.

  She lifted her head from the papers before her to look at me. “I'm reading legal documents. Do you want me to pant over them?”

  My eyebrows went up, then couldn’t help but grin. “That would certainly make being it better.”

  She rolled her eyes and got back to reading. While her cell was on the desk in front of her, she'd set it to silent when she sat down, knowing that while this wasn't her job, it was why she'd flown across two time zones. She was in lawyer mode. I respected her focus, but wished she took the same principal to task in her personal life, putting value to it.

  “They're standard forms. The quit claim deed transfers the property to you today. If we get them signed before noon—” I stressed this as she was taking a damn long time to go over them. “—the courthouse can file them before end of day.”

  “You want me to chill the fuck out,” she mumbled, shaking her head and picking up the pen. With a flourish, she signed at all the designated spots and slid the pile over to me.

  “I was where you are, you know,” I told her, lifting the papers and tapping the bottom of them on the desk so they all lined up before stuffing them in a yellow envelope. “I left Bridgewater when I was eighteen, went to college, then law school on the west coast. I went corporate, just like you. Did the whole eighty hours a week deal, the partner track. No life. Just worked my ass off for three years. Cell phones, email, texting, IM, deadlines, heartburn pills, I know all of it.”

  I had her attention. “Why did you come back here then?”

  “Because one of my dads had a heart attack. A small one, and he's fine now. But I came back for about a month to help out and realized I didn't need to live with the insanity. It was sucking the life from me, so I walked.”

  “Didn't you want to make partner?” she wondered.

  I shrugged. “That was what drove me for so long, like a carrot dangled in front of my face, then realized I didn't really want it. It was time to come home to my family.”

  “Yeah
, well, my parents aren't a ray of sunshine.” I waited, hoping she'd add to that. “They're thrilled I'm a lawyer because they're lawyers. They think this time before partner is called paying my dues.” She lifted her hands and made those curled finger air quotes.

  “Why don't you go into practice with them?”

  She laughed. “I'm guessing your family had dinner every night together. You do Sunday dinners, spend Christmas wearing ugly sweaters, right?”

  I nodded. “The ugly sweaters only come out for the holiday party, not on the actual day itself,” I clarified.

  She, too, nodded slowly. “My parents are retired and travel. I see them about twice a year for lunch when they are in the city to switch out their clothes in their luggage from summer- to winter-wear. Last Christmas they were in Hong Kong. I ate a frozen dinner while watching football on TV. And I worked.”

  “Of course,” I added. Of course, she worked on Christmas. Fuck. The idea of her being alone in New York while I was with my parents and cousins, aunts and uncles was a sucker punch to the gut.

  “We aren't huggers or Sunday dinner people.” She sighed, sat back in her chair. I didn't see any sadness about her, just resignation. She was resigned to having shitty parents, to being alone. “Besides the two meals a year, I get a phone call when my mother hears about an update to the Law Journal. We're not much of a family.”

  It was obvious to me now. She kept herself busy enough so she wouldn't realize how fucked up her life was. If she slowed down, she'd realize her parents were assholes and her job sucked. So she just kept juggling all those fucking balls.

  “Family isn't always defined by blood. You can make your own family. I came back here to start one of my own.”

  She stiffened and color drained from her face. “You have a wife?”

  I shook my head, ran my hand over the back of my neck. “Jesus, Katie. Of course not. Before you ask, neither does Jack. But if we're going to share a wife, it helps to be in the same town.”

  Her mouth fell open. “You want to… to share a wife?”

  “Yes.” I told her the truth and succinctly. There was zero question she could misconstrue that answer.

  She frowned. “Um… last night, yeah. That was a one night stand.”

  “Get laid by a cowboy… or two, right? Get it out of your system.”

  “Well, yeah. That's what Jack said at the bar.”

  I stood, went around the desk so I stood right in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to meet my gaze. Leaning forward, I put my hands on the arms of the chair, caging her in. I picked up her scent. Lemon. Tart and sweet, just like her. “So I shouldn't feel any chemistry between us? I shouldn't want to press you over my desk right now and fuck you.”

  She flicked her gaze at my desk, then back to me. Licked her lips.

  “This is the twenty-first century. You don't have to marry me if we have a one night stand.”

  Taking her ponytail, I slowly wrapped it around my hand, anchoring her in place. “What we're doing with you, this isn't a one night stand, doll. I know it. Jack knows it. You know it, too.”

  When I gave the silky strands a little tug, she whimpered. I saw the flare of heat in her pale eyes, the memory that we were in charge.

  “Was last night enough?” I had to know.

  “No,” she whispered.

  That one little word had my cock go instantly rock hard as relief swept through me.

  “You're wet, aren't you? I bet you've been wet since you left our bed.”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  I groaned, then bent down and kissed her. Her mouth opened and my tongue instantly tangled with hers.

  I could drown in her, drown in the knowledge I held her head as I wanted so I could claim her mouth. She would think of nothing but my lips on hers, my tongue tangling with hers because of the tight hold I had on her hair. I was in charge and she reveled in it.

  I lifted my head, released my grip. Stepping back, I pointed to my desk.

  “Bend over.”

  I'd give her soft words and gentle caresses if I knew that's what she wanted. Those weren't for her. She wasn't that kind of woman. She wanted to rule her own little world, but she wanted me and Jack to rule her.

  “Here? Now?”

  “The cool thing about my job is that I can fuck you, right here. Right now.”

  She stood slowly, but while her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed with lust, her damn mind was getting in the way and she was thinking again. “What about Jack?”

  “I don't need him to fuck you.”

  “But… isn't it cheating?”

  “It's cheating if you fuck Kara’s brother, Dec, instead of one of us.” When she didn't seem satisfied with that answer, I grabbed my phone, dialed Jack. “Hey. Hang on,” I told him, then passed Katie the phone. “Here. Tell him your problem.”

  Her eyes widened. “My problem?”

  Hitting the speaker button, I grabbed the phone back, set it in the cradle.

  “Katie's here with me in the office.”

  “Hi, sweetness,” Jack said through the speaker. “What's your problem?”

  She flushed a bright pink, but didn't say anything.

  “Her pussy's wet,” I said.

  She gasped, grabbed her purse and laptop bag, ready to flee. Grabbing her about the waist, I held her securely as I put her two bags back on the floor.

  “That is a problem. Isn't Sam taking care of that for you?” Jack asked.

  “I am going to kill you,” Katie said through gritted teeth, trying to fight my hold.

  “Ah, there's my girl.” I loved it when she was all riled. I had a challenge before me, to fuck that anger right out of her. “She's worried you'll be mad. Right, doll?”

  “If you have needs, sweetness, if you're pussy's all wet and needy for a cock, then you can tell one of us. We'll take care of you, I promise. If I'm not around, it's Sam's job to tend to you.”

  With one arm banded about her, I used my free hand to unbutton her blouse. A lacy pink bra appeared, almost too delicate to handle the hefty load of her full breasts. I didn't have to dip my fingers beneath the fabric far to find her soft nipple. She gasped.

  “If I'm not around, Jack will fuck you,” I murmured, kissing her right behind her ear.

  “That's right,” Jack confirmed. “Why's your pussy all wet, sweetness? Does it miss our cocks?”

  I pulled on her nipple then, tugging it then releasing.

  “Sam,” she gasped.

  I studied her profile, the bright flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes fell closed and she bit her lip. She liked nipple play and I wasn't going to stop. Sure, I'd stop if she wasn't into it, if she told me no, but the way she moaned, the way she arched her back into my touch, that was the last word she was going to utter besides “Yes,” and “Please,” and “Harder.”

  “Answer his question, doll. Do you miss our cocks?”

  “Yes!” she cried, when I pinched the hard tip.

  My hips shifted into her lower back, my cock already hard.

  “Then let Sam fuck you. He'll make it all better.” Thankfully, Jack was on board with what she needed.

  Katie whimpered when I released her tight little tip.

  “Are you wearing panties, sweetness?” Jack’s question had her stilling.

  I laughed. “Uh oh. I think she is, cousin,” I said aloud, dropping my hand from her waist. “Hands on the desk, doll. Let’s see if you’re a bad girl.”

  She took a deep breath, then another before putting her hands on my desk.

  “Bend those elbows and stick that ass out.”

  Those dark eyes met mine and held as she did as she was told. Stepping behind her, I slid her skirt up her thighs, exposing every creamy inch, and her white silk—barely there—panties.

  “Christ,” I muttered, seeing the delicate fabric soaked through with her arousal.

  “Panties?” Jack asked.

  “Yup,” I replied.

  “Take them off, sweet
ness.”

  Using one hand at a time, I watched as she worked them off one hip then the other before they slid down her legs.

  “Leave them around your ankles,” I said. The sight of her, skirt up, pussy dripping and exposed as she bent over my desk had my pants tenting. I had to adjust myself to ease the ache in my balls.

  I went around my desk, lifted my briefcase on top and pulled out the condom, lube and plug I’d tucked into a side pocket, placed them in front of her. Her eyes widened as she knew what they were for, but she didn’t move, didn’t do more than squirm.

  “What… what are you going to do with those?” she asked, her eyes focused on them.

  “We took you last night, one at a time. When you have two men making you come, you’ll have one fuck your pussy, the other your ass. This plug will prepare your ass to take a cock.”

  “Last night was a one time thing,” she countered as I went around behind her.

  “And yet, here you are, bent over my desk, pussy out with your panties about your ankles.”

  “Sam, I—” she said, but Jack cut off whatever she was going to say.

  “Sweetness, we might take charge when it comes to fucking, but you have all the power.” His voice came through loud and clear from the speaker. “Just pull up your panties and tug down that skirt. You can say no. It won’t hurt our feelings none. We’ll just court you proper until you’re ready.”

  He paused and she didn’t move.

  “Or, you can take that plug, take your punishment and take a good hard fucking.”

  She lifted up on her palms. “The plug is punishment?”

  With a hand on her back, I pressed her down to her elbows, then reached around to grab the plug and lube.

  “Hell no. The plug’s for your pleasure.”

  “I don’t think something in my ass is going to make me feel good.”

  “Ever tried it?”

  She shook her head.

  “Never had that ass fucked?” Jack asked, since he couldn’t see her little head shake.

  “No,” she said.