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  They cupped her breasts, their thumbs seeming to find her satin-clad nipples at the same time, stroking softly, teasing the hard buds into tightening more, the sweet sensation making her insides turn to mush. Maura shivered, undulating under their fingers as they teased and stroked her, their touch varying between light and airy to pinching her nipples, enough to make her soft moans turn into gasps of hard pleasure, something that brought about new sensations that made her want to beg for more.

  Begging wasn't what came out of her mouth, though. “Stop. This is… I…”

  “Shush”—Declan leaned over and kissed her again—“don't you want us to love you?”

  Good Lord yes, she did. “This is so…” Fast. Somehow she knew saying that word would make her feel like an idiot. After all, it wasn't really fast, since she'd known Declan for so long. But Dario? And to take both of them together?

  How had the movie turned into sex? Was it the fact it was Bond on the TV? Had watching the sexy superspy made her horny? Had she transferred feelings onto the two men with her? She dismissed the idea immediately; she'd wanted them both beforehand. It was being on the bed that had done it, the pressure of their bodies against hers and the smell of them, the clean scent from the shower mixing with the outdoor smell of the grill and the spicy food they'd cooked.

  “I'm just not sure.” Oh crap, that sounded stupid, too. Dario's hands immediately left her body, and she felt such a sense of loss that she groaned.

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  “We'll stop, then,” he said. She saw him glance at Declan, who nodded, but whose hands were still on her body. He tickled her side, then stood. “Sorry if we went too quick.”

  “That's the problem,” she said, putting her hands over her eyes, hating the whine in her voice. “My brain is telling me this is too soon, but my body is screaming for more. I've never been with two men at once before, and I'm not sure my mind is ready for it.”

  “Maybe your brain needs convincing,” Declan said. He stretched beside her, and when Dario did the same, she knew she was lost. There was no way she could resist them. She'd been shocked when she'd done it the first time.

  Should she have? If she postponed it, would she feel any different tomorrow night?

  Would her mind still tell her she was doing the wrong thing? And if that happened, would she obey it? She sat up suddenly and cried out in frustration, then lay back down. Screw convincing her brain. She wanted to be fucked.

  Now. It had been far too long since she'd had sex, and she'd wanted Declan for too long, thought too many times about what he would feel like inside her.

  Now that she'd tasted his lips, she decided the rest of him would be just as perfect. And there was no way she was taking this double play down to a single. She wanted it all. Her words were breathy and light, and they sounded to her as if she were in a tunnel, echoing through the room.

  “Skipper says make me sing and play me perfectly so I hit all the right notes.”

  Declan's deep laugh washed over her as Dario's fingers went to the fastenings of her jeans. He expertly undid the button and pulled down the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth coming undone competing with their heavy breathing.

  Declan pushed away the loose jeans and grasped the waistband, working them over her hips, taking her panties with them. She closed her eyes and tried A Trick of the Moon

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  not to think of what two such perfect specimens of manhood would think about her oversize body naked.

  Then she remembered Dario's words, which Declan had echoed strongly.

  “She's so beautiful.” She melted into the mattress as they caressed her, their fingers soft and probing, gliding over her skin, making her tingle.

  They tweaked her nipples, and Maura clasped the sheet under her, pulling on it so hard, she worried she would rip it. They lowered their heads and licked, then blew on the wet nubs. She moved her head from side to side, fighting the urge to beg Declan to take her, to slide himself into her pussy, which was more than ready for him.

  They suckled and nibbled as their hands traced patterns on her stomach, drifting down to just above her mons, then stopping and coming back up. She spread her legs in invitation, hoping one of them would take the hint and let his fingers dip into her wet slit. Instead they continued to tease her nipples while their fingers traced over her stomach and down to her thighs, drawing small circles and figure eights, varying the pressure.

  “Please, someone…please.” Was that her voice? She tried to sit up, but they held her down. Declan's mouth moved from her breast to her mouth, his tongue plunged into her, claiming her, driving her passion even higher.

  “Please what?” He whispered the words into her mouth, his breath hot against her teeth and tongue.

  She looked up into his dark eyes, which seemed to be several shades darker than they usually were. The desire written plainly on his face made her feelings shoot even higher.

  “Please touch my pussy, my clit. I can't take much more. Please.”

  “You can take it.” Dario's voice seemed to come from another room, and when he leaned over and kissed her thigh, she arched off the bed again. Declan held her in place, kissing her again as he teased her nipples, moving between them slowly.

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  Their combined touch made her feel as if she would spontaneously combust. Maybe it was best if they didn't touch her pussy; if they added that to the mix, she probably would burst into flames.

  Declan flicked his tongue over her lips, then placed light kisses down her body as he moved down to join Dario, who was doing the same thing to her thighs, his tongue sliding up and down the inside of each one, murmuring his approval at her taste.

  She tried to sit up again, but Dario moved up to the top of the bed, then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. “Listen, skipper, I meant it when I said stay down. I've got rope, and I'm not afraid to use it.”

  Maura gasped as Declan chuckled, then spread her slit and licked her clit.

  Her hips shot off the bed at the contact; an orgasm raced through her as Declan pulled the hard bud into his mouth and sucked, grazing his teeth over it as Maura thrashed about while Dario held her down.

  “Does that feel good? Yeah, let it soak through you, that's it.” Dario's voice was soft as Declan continued his sweet assault on her clit, holding it captive in his mouth, then letting it go and blowing out a burst of air on it, making her shiver with delight as he repeated the process.

  She felt an orgasm build again and wondered if she would continue to peak until she lost consciousness. It didn't seem fair, since they were both still wearing their jeans. She wanted to touch them, feel their hardness in her hand, squeeze them gently, and feel them pulse under her touch.

  “Stop! Please, enough.” She tried to roll away, but they kept her in place, Declan's tongue moved down her slit, sliding through her slick folds as he explored. Dario's mouth was back on her nipples, but his hands still held her in place. As much as she wanted to touch them, she found the forced immobility fascinating. It seemed to heighten what she was feeling, since she could concentrate only on their hands, their lips.

  The only problem was she wanted to add their cocks to the equation; and they didn't seem to be in any hurry to do so.

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  Declan spread her legs and put his hands under her ass, lifting her up.

  Maura knew what was coming, and she gave herself over to him.

  “Yes, oh God yes.” His tongue slid inside her, and she inhaled sharply, her body seizing as he flicked his tongue against her inner walls, as if he were investigating uncharted lands. In a way she supposed he was, since this was the first time he'd touched her that way.

  “Please.” The word came out strangled, and she swallowed hard, hoping her next words were understandable. “I want to touch you…both of you.”

  “I suppose we can allow that.” Declan sat up and licked hi
s lips. “What do you think, Dario?”

  “I don't know.” Dario also sat on his knees, his gaze raking over her body.

  “I rather like watching her squirm. Maybe I do need to go and get my rope.”

  “No!” Maura sat up. “I said touch, not tie.”

  She looked between them, amazed that they were exchanging a glance as if silently discussing the idea of rope. The looks on their faces told her they thought it was a good idea.

  “Excuse me. Boss, remember?” She pointed to her chest. “No rope.”

  “You're not the boss in here,” Declan said. “But we'll save the rope for another night.”

  She barely had time to register his words as her gaze flew to his hands, which were now undoing the buttons on his jeans. She glanced at Dario to see him doing the same thing. Neither of them seemed the least bit shy about undressing in front of the other man, and it made her wonder if they'd done it before.

  The memory of the pissing contest they'd had earlier today about

  “equipment” came to the forefront as they both stood, Dario to the right of her and Declan at the foot of the bed, both of them shucking their jeans as if it were an everyday event to get naked in front of each other.

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  The idea of politely asking if they'd done this sort of thing before quickly flew out the window as she gazed at her two naked lovers. Declan's cock was long and slender, and Dario's was shorter and a little thicker.

  The varying sizes made her mouth salivate in need. She wanted to taste them both, see what each one felt like sliding in and out of her mouth; she wanted to lick them as they'd done to her nipples and Declan had done to her wet folds.

  She wiggled her finger at Declan, indicating he should move toward the top of the bed. In turn, he inclined his head and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and then pointing to her pussy. “I'm still hungry.”

  He lowered his head, his tongue moving back into her slit as Dario lay down next to her, his cock out of reach of her hand. She tried to move toward it, but he gently pushed her back, raining kisses over her neck and breasts again. She wanted to complain that they were back where they'd started from and that she hadn't touched either of them, which she desperately wanted to do. But then again, being the center of attention of two gorgeous men wasn't a bad thing.

  It certainly had her body rocking to a tune that was not at the top of her hit list.

  “Declan.” He was stroking her clit with his tongue again, softly this time, not applying enough pressure to make her come, but enough to keep her skating on the edge, another orgasm just out of reach. It didn't hurt that Dario was now sucking her nipples again, first one, then the other, before holding her breasts together and trying to claim them both at the same time.

  Maura bucked and rolled as they played her, and then finally, when her orgasm almost hit, they stopped as Declan pulled away. She screamed, her voice rough.

  “Enough! Please, please, Declan, fuck me.”

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  “Oh, I've waited half my life to hear those words,” he said, his breath raising goose bumps on her thigh. “Condom.”

  “In the drawer,” Maura said, panting. “I'd hoped this would happen, maybe not exactly this, but I'm certainly not complaining.”

  Declan was on his feet, pulling open the nightstand drawer. She watched him pull a condom out of the package, then toss one to Dario, who batted it aside.

  “I think I'll watch,” Dario said, stroking Maura's arm. “If that's all right with you.”

  She reached for his cock, gasping as he took her hand and led it to his length. She clasped her hand around him and squeezed gently as Declan settled himself above her, claiming her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

  He stole her breath again and again as he lifted her thighs, then pressed his hard cock into her opening. Maura sighed in pleasure, lifting her legs to take more of him, asking with her movements for him to hurry, to take her.

  But Declan didn't listen. As she gently stroked Dario's cock, Declan entered her, then left, before entering again, repeating the movement over and over, slowly feeding her small parts of him, his hard length stretching her, filling her completely.

  She wondered where he got his patience. If she'd been on top, she would have slammed herself down and ridden him for all he was worth. Finally inside her, he stroked her forehead, then gently kissed her again.

  “Oh, Maura.” He kissed her neck, his cock pulsing inside her. She clasped her free arm around his shoulder, then nibbled on his ear as she increased the pressure on Dario's cock.

  “Please, Declan, now.” He responded immediately, increasing his movements, sliding in and out of her wetness with a measured stroke, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot inside her, making pleasure build yet again.

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  Maura tried to time the movement of her hand on Dario's cock to Declan's thrusts. Dario moved his hips into her, helping her keep the pressure steady.

  He groaned out a “fuck yes,” and she felt a wet stream erupt onto her hand.

  As if on cue, Declan lifted to his knees, sliding Maura onto his thighs, and thrust into her faster and faster, his cock hitting deeper inside her. Dario's fingers found her clit and pinched. The hard sensation sent her soaring over the cliff yet again, tightening around Declan as he pistoned himself into her over and over.

  “Maura, oh…” Declan's body clenched, and she knew he was feeling the same pleasure she was, the same intense sensation that had grabbed her and wouldn't let go, one that she hoped Dario had experienced as well.

  Declan collapsed on top of her, his body shaking and effectively trapping Dario's hand between them. Dario chuckled and pulled free, then got up and walked to the bathroom.

  Maura heard water, then uttered a soft moan when she realized Declan was staring down into her eyes. “I can't believe I waited so long to experience something so utterly perfect.”

  Tears filled her eyes as she caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand.

  “I have to agree; it was perfect.” He kissed her gently, lingering over it, placing small, wet kisses around her mouth as she moaned her approval.

  Then he stood and stroked her thigh. “I'll be right back.” He went into the bathroom, passing Dario as he came out. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at the cop.

  “I hope you're not a cover hog.”

  “Not me,” he said, grinning. “But with the three of us, you never know what's going to happen. Those of us on the sides will pay the price, though. If my ass gets cold in the middle of the night, I might get testy.”

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  Declan was back now, gently running a warm, wet cloth between Maura's legs. She lay back and let him pamper her. Who cared about a wet spot? It was a wonderful reminder of what they'd just shared.

  Declan tossed the cloth into the bathroom, then came back and found the remote, and tossed it to Dario. Once the TV was off and the candles were extinguished, the three of them wiggled under the covers, settling so that Maura's back was to Dario's front, and Declan was facing her, a look of utter satisfaction making him seem more handsome than she thought possible.

  “Night,” Dario said, his voice sounding as if he were half-asleep already.

  Declan parted her thighs with his own, sliding one of hers on top of him, his hand gently caressing her bare skin.

  “Good night, Maura.”

  “Good night, Declan, and Dario, you too.” She got no response behind her, which meant he was probably already asleep. Declan kissed her again, and she gladly opened her mouth to accept him, thinking she could never, ever tire of the sensations spreading through her.

  “See you in the morning,” Declan said, as he laid his head on the pillow and continued to stroke her side. The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was the soft feel of his hand and the smile of deep contentment that had see
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  Chapter Six

  “Maura.” The sound of her name filtered through her brain, as if it were being sifted through fog. She shifted slightly, smiling as strong hands caressed her skin.

  Um, yummy, a hand on her thigh, one on her stomach, another on her shoulder, and—four hands? The fog seemed to lift. What the hell? Four hands.

  Declan and Dario and last night and…

  “Maura!” She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. The men around her shifted, neither of them seemed to be awake. Her gaze focused on the end of the bed, where Bear Hill stood. Her father's horse wrangler wore a deep frown on his face, one that held more than a little bit of anger.

  “What are you doing in here, Bear?” She blinked several times, trying to get her brain to focus.

  “I could ask you the same thing.” Bear's deep voice was now mixed with more than anger. It held disgust, which pissed her off royally.

  “This is my bedroom. Get out.”

  Next to her, Dario stirred and whispered, “What's going on?”

  “Someone is where he shouldn't be,” she answered, gazing over at Declan, who now sat up next to her. He was studying the huge man at the end of the bed, and Maura could tell he would spring into action if it became necessary to protect her. They both would.

  “Who are you?” Declan put his hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

  She got the message he was sending: it'll be fine; we're here. “And what are you doing in here?”

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  “I'm Wesley Hill, and I work here.” He gazed between the three of them.

  “It's barely seven in the morning, but when I pulled in and noticed all the doors and windows were open, and that the Farmer family was waiting patiently to check out and not getting an answer to the bell ringing, I became concerned. I didn't expect to find an orgy.”