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  “It’s a good thing we have stamina.”

  Both Trace and Levi chuckled.

  Setting down the camera, Trace stepped forward. Natalie backed up a step and hit the hard wall of Levi’s chest. He placed his hands loosely on her hips, holding her in place yet giving her an out if she chose to take it.

  She didn’t. She couldn’t. She waited. Her body buzzed with anticipation. Her knees buckled, but Levi held her up.

  She sucked in a breath as Trace’s hand brushed her nipple. He dipped his finger in his nearby Scotch glass, then traced a wet circle around each nipple. Natalie gasped as he bent his head to her breasts and licked the alcohol off one, then the other.

  “Sure you’re ready for this, honey?” Levi nuzzled her neck, sending little tingles up and down her spine.

  She nodded, unable to find her tongue, as Trace’s mouth fed on her nipples.

  “Last chance, Nat. Do you want out?” When she didn’t answer, Levi stepped to the side. He pulled down his zipper and shucked his jeans. His erection, thick and long, strained against the stretchy material of his briefs. With a wink, he yanked them off and stood beside her in all his naked glory.

  She swallowed. Her eyes fixated on his cock. She wanted it inside her. She wanted both cocks inside her. Not at the same time, of course, but one after the other. Or maybe at the same time. Or not. Hell, she didn’t have a fucking clue what she wanted, except she wanted to experience it all, everything they had to give and more.

  She turned at the sound of the second zipper. Trace, completely unselfconscious pulled down his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. His cock wasn’t as long as Levi’s, but it was thicker, and long by most men’s standards.

  “You’re beautiful. Both of you.”

  “So? Are you ready for two cocks?” Trace challenged her. His dark eyes burned black with desire.

  She met his gaze, then met Levi’s. Slowly, she nodded. “I am ready.”

  “Good girl.” Levi smiled his approval. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to eye level with his cock.

  “Suck me, baby. Take me deep. You know you can.”

  Chapter 6

  Trace held his breath as one of the sexiest women on earth took his buddy’s cock into her mouth.

  Holy shit. If that wasn’t the prettiest sight he’d ever seen, he didn’t know what was. Levi grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to leverage himself deeper into her mouth.

  Trace watched in amazement as Natalie began to swallow Levi’s monstrous cock, bit by bit. She pulled back a few times, gagging when it hit the back of her throat, but went after it again. Hell, he’d known professionals who couldn’t take cock as well as this woman. Absently, he rubbed his own dick as he watched in wonder and admiration.

  “You gonna stand there and jack off or are you gonna bury that thing in some wet pussy. And believe me, she’s tight. Really tight.” Levi motioned with a turn of his head at Natalie’s ass, waving in the air as she sucked his cock for all she was worth.

  Levi’s admonishment broke him out of his lust-induced trance. Since when had he ever used his hand when willing pussy was available?

  “You okay with that, honey?” Trace waited for some indication she approved of Levi’s suggestion. Her big eyes grew bigger. She momentarily released his buddy’s cock. Saliva dripped down her chin. With glazed eyes, she nodded her approval before Levi grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth back onto his cock. With a forceful thrust, he buried it balls deep down her throat and vigorously fucked her mouth.

  Trace almost shot his wad at the sight of this pretty little thing eating cock like it was her last meal, his buddy’s balls slapping against her chin.

  Moving behind Natalie, but still watching the show going on in front of him, Trace nudged her legs wider. Now, Levi was face-fucking her in a slow, steady rhythm. Each time, he pulled the tip out of her throat but kept it in her mouth. Then, he drove his long dick into her mouth and throat. She gasped for breath on each out stroke, yet greedily accepted his deep thrusts.

  Levi threw back his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Moans and grunts accompanied his efforts. Sweat beaded on his face and trickled down his chest. Natalie’s lips stretched to capacity. Her throat and cheeks bulged with each inward thrust. It was an awesome sight to behold.

  Parting her dripping slit, Trace didn’t waste time on foreplay. The little darling didn’t need it. Her pussy was swollen and soaked, its juices leaked down her thighs. He guided his thick cock into her hole and found heaven. Levi hadn’t been shitting him when he’d said she was tight. Hell, tight didn’t come close to describing how her walls hugged him. He pushed in farther. Gritting his teeth, he contemplated giving her time to adjust to his breadth. Lots of women had trouble taking him. This woman had been fucking Levi on a regular basis, so he figured she’d already been indoctrinated into big, thick cocks.

  He held on to her hips, tilted them just right for maximum pleasure—after all, he’d once been a professional and knew all the tricks and then some. Flexing his hips and gathering himself, he jackhammered into her, timing it to coincide with Levi’s inward thrust. She squirmed, skewered between them like a tasty roast on a spit, unable to speak or even moan with her gorgeous mouth stuffed full of cock.

  Together they fucked her from both ends, as she wriggled and squirmed between them, as her body begged for more. The men didn’t disappoint. In at the same time, out at the same time. Sweat soaked their bodies. Drool escaped from her mouth and clung to Levi’s cock in long, thin strands. He looked down and saw his own cock glistening with her juices. The room was filled with the sound of balls slapping against her chin and her cunt, along with various grunts, groans, and gasps.

  No surprise, since he’d been at it longer, Levi started to come first. Trace watched the telltale signs as Levi’s cock began to jerk and spasm. He pulled out and emptied his load on her face. Cum ran down her cheeks, across her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked it off her lips. It dripped down her chin and neck.

  Trace slammed harder into her as Levi watched. Natalie panted for breath, yet somehow had the energy to look over her shoulder and watch him. Her beautiful face covered with his buddy’s cum was his undoing. He started to lose it, and he’d forgotten all about a condom. After one last, fucking fantastic thrust into her tight little cunt, he pulled out and flipped her over with his last bit of strength. He had his idiosyncrasies. He loved this next part almost as much as the fucking itself. Guiding his cock, he pumped it hard as cum spurted onto her crotch, then he moved higher. Natalie shocked him by wrapping her hand around his meat and pumping vigorously. His entire body shuddered in appreciation. He unloaded the reminder on her breasts. It covered her nipples and pooled in her belly button. With one last spurt, he was empty and sank to his knees next to her, well satisfied but not finished. A flash claimed his attention. He looked up. Levi, camera in hand, snapped several pictures of their former ménage virgin.

  They’d all recover soon, and then, he’d trade places with Levi. The thought of her mouth swallowing his cock and then his cum just about hardened him in record time.

  In the meantime, he gazed fondly at this wonderful little woman who gave of herself so completely despite her earlier misgivings.

  He just might be falling in love for the first time in his life.

  * * * *

  Levi wrapped his arms around Natalie and pulled her close. “You okay?”

  She wasn’t sure how to answer that. She’d had sex with two men, a three-way, ménage, whatever the terminology was. Things like that did not happen to her. They just didn’t. She didn’t allow it, but she had allowed it. Even more so, she’d loved it.

  Really loved it.

  Her sex life would never be the same again. They wouldn’t let it be the same again.

  “Do you think any less of me?”

  “Are you fucking kidding?” He laughed.

  Someone stirred on the opposite side of Levi. Only then did she remember they’d a
ll ended up in the big king bed last night.

  “Thank you both. That was incredible.”

  “We should be thanking you.” Trace propped himself up with the pillow. He smiled at her, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “I don’t remember when I’ve ever been so relaxed and satisfied.”

  “Me neither.” Levi voiced his agreement from the other side of the bed.

  “Nat, I’m not the type of guy who gives more than the physical, but with you, it’s different somehow.” Trace ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit, I’m not saying this right. I guess I’m trying to tell you I gave a piece of me to you last night. Something I’ve never given to a woman.”

  Natalie touched his face. “I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

  Levi said nothing. His contented expression said it all.

  Trace stroked her backside and squeezed her butt. Drawing back, Levi ran a finger down her neck and traced her collarbones.

  Natalie moaned and let them have their way again with her. She couldn’t help it. They were both just too incredible for words. So she kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the ride.

  And what a ride it was.

  * * * *

  A few weeks later, Natalie sat at her laptop and tapped out her latest erotic novel on the keyboard. Her current novel, Three’s Not a Crowd, was a ménage romance. Unlike her last book, which she hadn’t planned to be a ménage, this book was a ménage from the start. She’d put her recent experiences to good use.

  And what experiences they were. She marveled at her good fortune. Two men catered to her every sexual need, night in and night out. They shared the same bed, and even more important, shared their lives, their hopes, their dreams.

  Yet, in the back of her mind, she worried because that was what she did best. Worry. About everyone and everything in her life. She worried they’d both get bored with her. She worried Levi would finally get jealous and boot Trace out of the house. She worried she might not be enough to satisfy both of them.

  Her worrying was stupid. She recognized it, yet she’d always had good instincts and couldn’t shake this sense of trouble lurking on the horizon.

  All through her growing-up years, she’d never measured up to her parents’ rigid standards, even though she’d been the model daughter, an honor student, and never a bit of trouble at home, always following the rules.

  Then she’d met Levi and all hell broke loose. Her father hated her dating a dumb jock. His aspirations for her perfect mate were more along the lines of a doctor or lawyer or even a fellow politician.

  He interfered in her relationship with Levi at every turn. Eventually, she chose Daddy over the love of her life. She couldn’t forget Levi and eventually found him on this ranch. It took a long time to resurrect Levi’s trust. She didn’t want to jeopardize it in any way.

  Nor did she want to hurt Trace. Under his tough cowboy exterior lurked a sensitive soul.

  So she fretted about how this would all end. How she’d keep two such vibrant, sexually open men satisfied with her?

  If she couldn’t, her relationship with both of them would be over. Her heart would be broken in ways she’d never imagined.

  It was up to her to keep the trio together and build on their relationship.

  If she was woman enough to do it.

  * * * *

  Trace grinned with satisfaction. Anticipation lit up Natalie’s face as Levi approached her. Fur-lined handcuffs dangled in one hand.

  Natalie held her arms out, palms up, and waited. Her eyes glistened with eagerness. Trace’s heart swelled with fondness for their woman. Her trusting acceptance made him adore her all the more. And adore her he did. He couldn’t do a damn thing about it and didn’t want to.

  Grasping her wrists, Levi handcuffed them together. He raised them high over her head and secured them to the hook hanging from the ceiling. She obviously knew the drill. According to Levi, they often played these games, but she’d never been punished by two different men at the same time. Just the thought made Trace almost come from excitement, as his best buddy spread her shapely long legs and tied them to bolts in the floor, exposing her swollen pussy wet with arousal.

  His buddy pulled the rope tight over her head until her bare body was stretched taut, leaving it open and exposed and severely limiting her range of movement. Completely at their mercy, she didn’t seem the least bit nervous.

  Levi stood back and admired his handiwork. “Remember, if you ever want us to stop at anytime, just say the word.”

  She nodded, struggled, and tugged on the ropes, testing them. Trace moved behind her and caressed her bare back with the lashes of the whip. His whole body pulsated with excitement.

  Their beautiful little captive shuddered and arched her hips in a silent plea for more.

  Trace moved lower. He flicked the lash across her butt and thighs. Her body twitched. She cast a glance over her shoulder.

  “Are you a pussy, O’Malley?” Her eyes challenged him to do better that that.

  “Oh, hell no, darlin’. Just warming up.”

  “Turn up the heat,” she demanded.

  “Are you sassin’ me, lady?”

  “Are you a wimp?” She struggled against her bonds. Her body writhed and twisted, enticing him to step it up a notch. A guttural moan escaped from her throat.

  He glanced at Levi, who merely winked, but made no move to use the whip he held in his hand.

  Trace slapped the whip on her fine ass again, putting a little more zing into each stroke. She squirmed and moaned as the lashes struck her rounded butt. Moving higher, he aimed for her ribs, letting the whip wrap around her torso. The lash struck the sides of her heaving breasts. He kept it light, enough to sting but not raise welts.

  “Harder,” she croaked.

  “Harder?” Trace couldn’t believe this woman. If he didn’t watch it, he might do something stupid and fall in love.

  Levi grinned. “She likes it rough. I told you that.”

  So Levi had told him, yet she was such a delicate little thing with these wide innocent eyes. Raising his arm, he brought it down with a snap. The whip connected with her back. It left the barest hint of a red mark. Natalie arched her back away from the sting of the whip as he struck her again.

  Standing in front of her, Levi raised his whip and brought it down on her breasts, working one, then the other. With each snap of his wrist, her huge tits slapped against her body. Levi’s strokes built with intensity with each taste of the lash. Natalie’s nipples had to be on fire.

  She cried out, sounding like a woman on the brink of a mega orgasm. Shaking his head in amazement, Trace whipped her ass harder, bringing up welts on that beautiful white skin. Her body jerked as she thrashed back and forth, unable to get away from them and perhaps not really wanting to escape.

  They worked methodically up and down her body, experts at what they were doing, delivering enough pain to unleash the utmost pleasure but never stepping over the line.

  Levi raised his whip and cracked it on her pussy. She cried out on the edge of coming. They both stopped and stepped back.

  “Do you want to stop now, baby?”

  “No.” She gasped, breathing hard, her sensitized body bathed in sweat. Red welts were visible on her breasts. “I need to come.” She gritted her teeth and struggled against her bonds.

  “In time, baby. In time.” Levi gestured to Trace. “Maestro, I bow to you.”

  “Now, dammit!”

  Levi leaned close to her, holding her chin in his hand. “We’ll give the orders, not you.” With his other hand, he grasped a nipple and twisted until she cried out.

  “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” She didn’t sound contrite in the least.

  “You’ll need to be punished for the impudent outburst.”

  “Levi, please, I need to be fucked. Oh, please, please, someone fuck me.”

  Trace watched in awe and wonderment. The woman was insatiable. Levi moved back and nodded to him. He stepped fo
rward, perusing the items on the table nearby. He selected a pair of nipple clamps connected with a fine gold chain.

  She watched him and licked her dry lips.

  Approaching her, Trace placed the clamp on her hard nipple. He turned the screw and tightened it until her body jerked, then twisted it one more half turn.

  “You bastard,” she spat at him. He knew she loved it.

  He did the same to the pierced nipple and was rewarded with more expletives from her.

  He flicked the clamp with his fingers and sent pain coursing through her body. To her credit, she took it. Turning to the table, he found a couple weights and placed one on the small hoop dangling from each clamp. Natalie held her breath.

  He offered her an out. “You okay?”

  “Just fuck me, you bastard.”

  Trace threw back his head and laughed. “Not exactly a submissive, is she?”

  Levi shrugged. “Not at all, but she likes the game.”

  “Next time, I get the whip.” Natalie dared either of them to argue with her.

  Levi shrugged, unconcerned. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

  “Fuck me, please.”

  “Damn, I love it when you beg.”

  * * * *

  Reaching up, Levi lowered Natalie’s arms. He held her up, knowing her legs wouldn’t be able to for a few minutes. He released her wrists from the handcuffs and stood back to watch her remove the nipple clamps. She moaned as the blood rushed back into her nipples.

  “Bastard.”

  Levi stifled a grin. “You love those things.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Now, Nat, no reason to be rude.”

  “Just fuck me, please.”

  “Whatever you want, honey.” Putting his hands on her waist, he heaved her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed. She giggled and pounded on his back but her blows were more like love taps. He smiled. God, he loved this woman, heart and soul. He dropped her on their large bed. Lying on her back, he positioned her body so her head near the edge of the bed.

  He gestured to his friend to take his pick. Trace chose her mouth, while Levi moved behind her. Dropping his jeans and underwear, he stepped out of them. Trace did the same. Spreading her legs, Levi sank his dick into heaven and savored the moment. A guttural groan escaped from his throat. The heat inside her fed the heat inside him. He picked up the pace, finding his rhythm. He thrust in and out, sliding easily inside her well-lubricated tunnel. It only took a few strokes before she shattered. Buried deep inside her, he waited until her orgasm waned, enjoying every minute of the emotions playing across her face and the quaking of her overly sensitized body. Once her shudders subsided, he withdrew.