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  “I’m well aware of that.”

  “Trace and I have shared women before, but this is different. It’s more than casual sex. You’re attracted to him. I’ve watched the way you look at him.”

  “But I’m attracted to you. I love you.”

  “You can be attracted to more than one man at a time. It’s not a bad thing in my book as long as the other guy is someone I know and trust.”

  “And if he wasn’t?”

  “I’d beat the crap out of him.” He chuckled.

  She laughed. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this, but I’m scared, too.” She wanted this as much as the two of them did. Yet, plagued by the stigma of such an unorthodox relationship, she struggled with her rigid upbringing, her strong sense of right and wrong.

  “We’ll take good care of you, Nat.” Levi nipped her shoulder and turned her around in his arms. His cock rubbed against her inner thigh. She buried her head in his broad chest and contemplated her future.

  “I know you will. And I’ll take good care of both of you.” Despite her qualms, she meant what she said.

  Tomorrow night Levi and Trace wouldn’t know what hit them.

  Chapter 5

  Natalie woke the next morning. She reached for Levi, but he wasn’t in bed next to her. Sunlight streamed through the windows. A glance at the alarm clock told her it was 10:30 a.m. She never slept in this late. Sitting up, she stretched and yawned. A piece of paper propped on the nightstand caught her eye. She reached for it and began to read.

  Nat, we’re working on fences all day on the opposite side of the ranch. Won’t be back until late. We’ll meet you in the den at 8:30 tonight. Wear something sexy. Love, Levi

  Natalie smiled to herself. She’d spend the day writing. Her characters waited for her. She’d left them in a bad way.

  Throwing on a bath robe, she grabbed a cup of coffee and retreated to the den. After powering on her laptop, she opened the file for her latest book and let her characters have their way.

  She picked up the strip poker scene where she’d left off. In seconds, her characters stripped down to nothing. Mouths sucked body parts, hands touched and stroked and stoked the fire. Their bodies tangled together on the braided rug in front of a roaring fire. Her heroine rolled to all fours, doggie style, and took the newcomer’s cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him the blow job of a lifetime. The original hero positioned himself behind her and plunged his cock deep inside her. The two men proceeded to pound into her while she writhed and moaned and begged to be allowed to come.

  Natalie needed release, too. Damn, writing scenes like this usually sent her in search of Levi for some additional research. Instead, she typed more of the scene in vivid detail. She’d get her release tonight but no sooner.

  The hornier she was, the more guts she’d have to do whatever her body and her men desired.

  * * * *

  Several hours and three satisfied characters later, Natalie rummaged through her closet looking for an appropriately sexy outfit. A couple months ago, she’d taken a girl trip to the city. Her friends convinced her to buy clothes she swore she’d never wear. She pulled them out of the closet now.

  Stripping her clothes, she turned on the shower, grabbed a razor, and shaved between her legs. Levi liked her bare with a small patch of hair. She aimed to please. After toweling off, she walked naked into the bedroom.

  Feeling like a naughty girl, she attached a dangling chain with a large stone on the end of her nipple ring. The jewel swayed back and forth. The weight tugged on her nipple. Little sparks of pleasure snapped through her. Her pussy lubricated itself, hoping for action. She resisted the urge to pleasure herself.

  Next, she donned a sheer, red lace push-up bra that did little to conceal her hard nipples and followed it with a matching G-string. Slipping into a skin-tight, low-cut, cherry-red sweater that buttoned up the front, she left the upper half of the buttons undone so that her ample breasts spilled over the top and threatened to break free of the confines of the skimpy bra. The sweater’s hem stopped a few inches above her belly button, while her tight, little knit skirt snugged low on her hips and showed off her butt cheeks if she didn’t stand perfectly straight.

  Nervous with anticipation, she paused in the doorway to Levi’s den. Hours of unsatisfied lust fuzzied her brain until she could barely form a coherent thought. Two deep male voices resonated through the thick door. Hearty laughs and a clinking of glasses followed.

  Her appearance invited trouble, the very trouble she hoped she’d find tonight. Levi would cream his jeans when he saw her.

  And Trace…

  He wanted her. She wanted him, and she wanted Levi.

  She loved Levi. Yet, Trace really turned her on. So did Levi. It was what it was. A girl had a right to her fantasies. Levi and Trace would turn those fantasies into her reality.

  Inhaling a calming breath, she pushed open the heavy oak door and stood in the doorway waiting for them to acknowledge her. Both heads turned toward her. Both pairs of male eyes regarded her with appreciation dripping with testosterone. A feral smile spread across Levi’s face as he stretched lazily in the big leather arm chair.

  Their eyes met. Trace stared at her, his brown eyes full of hunger and undisguised lust. Her breath caught. A telltale wetness soaked her panties yet again. She looked away, momentarily self-conscious and embarrassed. She chanced a quick look at Levi, fearing he’d be pissed or jealous or both. Surely he read the longing in her eyes and felt the carnal electricity bouncing from her to Trace.

  Instead, he patted the arm of his chair and licked his lips like a man looking forward to savoring a tasty morsel.

  She crossed the room, taking care not to stumble on her shaky legs, and perched on the arm of Levi’s chair, which put her across from Trace.

  “You look decadent.” The naked lust in Levi’s slate-gray eyes made her even wetter. She had it bad—for both men. He inclined his head toward his friend.

  Trace nodded. “Like a box of gourmet chocolates begging to be sampled.”

  “Uh, thank you.” She cast a glance at Levi, expecting him to forget his earlier assertions that he was okay with this and instead fly into a jealous rage. But he didn’t beat the crap out of his friend for that sexual innuendo. Instead of pounding Trace to a pulp, he handed her the glass of red wine sitting on the coffee table. Watching her, he sipped from his own Scotch glass.

  “Did I tell you Trace and I were practically raised together? We shared everything as little boys.”

  “And as adults.” Trace’s admiring gaze rested on her large breasts.

  “That’s nice.” Her voice shook. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. Every part of her body hummed with awareness of the two hot male bodies and what the night might bring.

  “What Levi’s is mine, and what’s mine is Levi’s. That’s the way it’s always been. No jealousy, no competition, well, not too much, and no ulterior motives. Just two good friends sharing their good fortunes.”

  “Am I your good fortune?” Natalie swallowed, but the lump the size of a mega fur ball remained lodge in her throat.

  “Oh, honey, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Levi’s large hand wrapped around her leg. He drew lazy circles on her inner thigh with his thumb.

  “And to me.” The sheer sincerity in Trace’s voice and naked emotion in his eyes hit her harder than a mallet crushing a mirror. Her convictions shattered inside her. The morality of being with two men blended into a nonsensical jumble of inane rules, which didn’t fit her situation. Trace cared for her. She cared for him. And she did love Levi. “Do you like what you see, buddy?” Levi grinned at Trace. His buddy grinned back.

  Trace nodded and licked his lips. “I’d like to see more.”

  “Nat, honey, why don’t you take pity on my dear friend and show him those gorgeous tits of yours. You know you want to.”

  Natalie froze. You know you want to? Okay, she did. In fact, her juices flowed so freely,
she’d probably leave a spot on the arm of the chair. She’d started down this path the day she’d held Trace at gunpoint. There was no turning back, no undoing what she’d done.

  Natalie froze. Her palms grew sweaty. Her hands shook. She clamped her knees together. Levi and Trace waited with incredible patience. Both men’s eyes fixated on the current objects of their attention, her big breasts.

  “Nat, I’d be most obliged if you’d do me that one little favor.” Trace’s deep voice slid over her like a warm summer breeze.

  He asked so nicely, how could she say no? Besides, she had a bra on, so big deal. Her sweater left little to the imagination anyway. With trembling fingers, she undid the bottom button. Three to go.

  “Stand up, honey, and face Trace so he doesn’t miss anything.” Levi gave her a gentle push.

  Natalie stood and faced the mouth-watering cowboy. Another button. And another. The last one. Her breasts popped from the confines of the sweater.

  “Nice. Very nice.” Trace grinned as Levi sitting behind her traced a long finger down the inside of her thigh from just below her crotch to her knee.

  “You like?” Levi rasped with pride filling his voice.

  “Oh, hell, yeah. It’s beyond my wildest dreams.”

  “Honey, make the man’s dreams come true.”

  “Are you sure?” Natalie glanced back at Levi. He winked and nodded.

  “More, baby. Bare those tits for him. Let him see those nice, tight nipples. You know you want to. You’ve been lusting over Trace for weeks.”

  “You both realize this is purely book research, right?” Her teasing tone did little to relax her.

  “Darlin’, you can use me as your guinea pig anytime you please. My body is yours.”

  Natalie wiped her sweaty palms on her short skirt. The unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the air between them. She blushed. “It’s okay, Nat. I don’t mind.” Levi undid the clasp on her bra. Natalie gasped and clutched the lacy cups to her breasts. She made the big mistake of meeting Trace’s eyes. The raw need reflected there almost drove her to her knees. Lust she might have resisted, but the emotions dancing in those chocolate depths went far beyond the physical, much deeper than that. She detected a vulnerability he rarely revealed to anyone. It was her undoing.

  With deliberate slowness, she removed her hands. The scrap of lace fell to the floor. Her nipple jewel swayed on its gold chain. Trace stared at it like he would a hypnotist’s watch. His eyes dilated. His breath rasped in shallow gasps. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

  “Holy shit.” Trace blew out a long whistle of male appreciation. “Honey, I worship at your altar.”

  A small thread of confidence tripped through her and shored up her convictions. She held her hands to her sides. Her exposed nipples stood in hard peaks. Small red teeth marks from last night’s wild lovemaking with Levi were visible on her breasts.

  Trace glanced at Levi. “May I?”

  “Be my guest.” Levi’s big hands stroked her ass.

  Natalie held her breath, expecting Trace to cross the room and touch her. Instead he lifted a camera and began snapping pictures.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Just for us. To record the moment.” Trace grinned reassuringly.

  Levi stood and pulled her backside against him. He touched the tip of her nipple, just a simple stroke, but it sent fire rushing to her pussy and weakened her knees all the more. A telltale smile crossed the man’s lips.

  “She likes that,” Trace noted as he snapped away.

  She couldn’t deny how much she liked it. She wanted Levi to touch her more, while his sexy buddy watched and recorded the moment. She rolled back her shoulders, and strained to feel his touch again on her breasts.

  Trace chuckled as did Levi. “She’s one hot woman.”

  “Definitely.” Levi nodded his agreement.

  “You like someone watching, don’t you? It makes you feel naughty to allow this while a camera clicks away.”

  Natalie nodded. Levi caught her nipple between his index finger and thumb and squeezed. Natalie moaned and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She squirmed. The heat built between her legs to an insatiable need. She shot a quick glance at Trace. He smirked and stroked his hard cock through his jeans, thoroughly enjoying the show.

  Releasing her held breath, Natalie allowed Levi to turn her around, and then pull her down to straddle his lap. Her huge tits were at his eye level, a fact he immediately took advantage of. Bending his head, he took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked, softly and gently. His lips and tongue stroked in a feather-light rhythm. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Trace stood a few feet to the side. The lens of the camera hovered less than a foot from her breasts as he recorded every decadent second. She looked straight into the camera and licked her lips.

  Levi pinched and plucked her nipple. Another animal moan escaped her throat. He sucked harder, bringing her to the edge of pain and deep into pleasure. Switching to her other breast, he marked it with a nip and sucked hard and deep. He took the dangling jewel into his mouth and tugged. Natalie held her breath as he drew back and stretched her nipple to the point of pain. She cried out when it became unbearable. He backed off, leaving her panting and close to coming. Levi knew how to push the pain to pleasure and not step over the delicate line.

  The fingers of one hand stroked her thighs. Thunder pounded in her ears. Pure raw sex raced through her veins. Grasping the ring, Levi stretched her nipple again, twisting the chain on his finger. She whimpered. He nipped at the other nipple. Hot pain raged inside her, but she wanted more, craved more, was beyond caring they had an audience of two—Trace and his camera.

  Her cowboy pushed up her tight little skirt until it gathered at her waist, and he slid aside the crotch of her G-string.

  “Sweetheart, you’re soaking wet.”

  “I know.” Natalie choked on the words, barely able to form a coherent syllable.

  Levi stroked her shaved pussy. Natalie groaned and pushed her hips toward him. He parted her pussy lips and plunged his finger deep inside. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of his large finger buried inside her. He slid it out long enough to add a second finger. She bucked against his hand as he finger-fucked her. She pitched her body harder and harder, building into a frenzy of wild, jerking hips. Her large breasts slapped out a rhythm as she rode his hand for all she was worth. Crying out, waves of pleasure sent her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm while the camera snapped away.

  When she opened her eyes, both men watched her with smug expressions. Her sweaty body immersed in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm responded sluggishly. Embarrassed, but still weak, Natalie struggled to her feet, straightened her G-string, and held her hands across her breasts. Levi’s pale blue eyes issued a challenge to her.

  “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

  From her lust-induced fog, she found her tongue. “What’s next?”

  “What do you want to come next?” The bulge in Levi’s jeans betrayed the extent of his arousal.

  “Not what, who. It’s your turn Levi.” She wanted to do for him what he’d done for her.

  “You’re one hot little vixen hiding behind an angel’s face.” Levi moved closer.

  “Take your hands away from those gorgeous tits, honey.” Trace held up the camera, ready for some more action. “Let me take a few more shots.”

  “Go ahead. Let him.” Levi’s persuasive voice penetrated the haze. Her hands dropped to her sides. Trace clicked away.

  “Put your hands under your tits and push them up. Oh, yeah. Great. Incredible. Damn, those babies are huge.”

  “They’re originals. No help from silicone,” Levi added. “You should taste them sometime.”

  “I will, buddy, I will. Believe me. I’ll get my turn.” He turned to Natalie. “Get on your hands and knees on the coffee table.”

  Natalie hesitated. Trace moved close and put a finger under her chin. She froze to the s
pot. He stared down into her eyes, and she melted.

  “Do it for me, darling’. For us.”

  Unable to resist, Natalie did as he told her.

  “Arch your back. Now look at me. Lick your lips. Slow. Yeah, like that. Turn to face me. Great. Good. You’re a natural, baby.”

  Natalie’s crotch was soaked. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. She played to the camera, sending it smoldering looks and following it around the room with her eyes.

  “Take off her skirt.” Trace directed Levi as if they were making a movie.

  Levi pulled her to her feet and moved behind her. He yanked her short skirt down past her hips, to her knees, and beyond until it pooled under her feet on the floor. Snap. Snap. Snap. Trace clicked away.

  “One more item.”

  Levi grasped the sides of her G-string in his large hands and stretched it upward, forcing her onto tiptoes to avoid the sharp pain in her pussy. The crotch of her panties abraded her clit. She begged for mercy, something Levi wasn’t good at giving. He pulled harder and the material gave way as he literally ripped it from her body. His actions almost sent her over the edge, and would have except for her audience.

  She stood before them, trembling and naked. Levi captured her hands behind her back to prevent her automatic modesty while Trace clicked away. Starting with full-body shots, he zoomed in on her dripping pussy. She squeezed her legs together, causing him to laugh.

  “Do you want to stop? Do you want to go to your room and forget about us?” Levi’s hot breath on her neck sent shivers through her.

  She chewed on that for a second. No, she didn’t. She wanted to stay here with these two sexy men who scared the crap out of her and uncovered feelings she’d never felt.

  “No. I don’t.”

  “If you stay, you know what’ll happen, don’t you?”

  She nodded, having gone too far to back out now.

  “The two of us are going to fuck your pretty little brains out.”

  “I know. I want you to fuck my brains out until I can’t walk in the morning.” Her voice cracked, sounding like a frog in a pond on a warm summer night.