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“Put the phone on your stomach so we can hear it when you come,” Easton says, and his words alone are almost enough to send me over the edge. I pause what I’m doing long enough to pick up the phone and rest it just above my clit, then tease my hole with the vibrator.

“Can you hear how wet I am for you all?”

“Fuck yeah, we can,” Cade says eagerly.

“Go ahead, princess. Let yourself go. Fall apart for us,” Easton says, and it’s the only permission I need. I plunge the vibrator all the way back into myself, and my head falls back on the bed as a powerful cry escapes me. I keep my palm grinding and sliding against my clit as I reach for the beads and with one hard tug, yank them out of my ass.

“Oh my god!” I scream as they leave, each little pop like a mini orgasm all by itself. My eyes seal shut, and I stop breathing until little stars pop in my vision and I come roaring back into my body.

The vibrator almost falls out of me as I spasm around it, but it’s still there when my eyes flutter back open. I take it out and turn it off, tossing it on the bed with the beads before slumping against the pillows breathlessly.

“Holy shit, that was hot.” Jesse laughs. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to pay for all of this when we get back. Right, guys?”

“You’re goddamn right,” Cade says immediately, and the others groan their agreement. “We’re gonna fucking ravage you, sugar. Just you wait and see.”

I grin at his filthy promise as I try to catch my breath. “Good. I can’t wait.”

We hang up after a few more minutes, but even after the phone goes quiet, I can still hear the men’s voices in my head as I replay all of the filthy promises they made and the things they vowed to do to me when they get home. As much as I teased them tonight by making myself come while they couldn’t touch me, I can tell they enjoyed every second of it almost as much as I did.

Best decision ever, I think as I grin at the ceiling, coming down from my high and so very happy.

Once I can finally move my limbs without them shaking, I take a quick shower to clean up, then put my pajamas on at last and climb into bed. But after that session, so to speak, I’m not tired at all. In fact, I’m feeling a burst of inspiration for my story.

Propping up the pillows, I grab my laptop and get to work, letting the fresh ideas pour out of my fingers and onto the page. I’ve gotten past my writer’s block so fully that I don’t even notice time passing as I lose myself in the story, and when I glance over at the clock, it’s way later than I expected.

I yawn, suddenly feeling the exhaustion from the long day I’ve had and the multiple orgasms creeping in. But just as I close my laptop, a faint sound reaches my ears.

It sounds almost like a crash.

Chapter 43

Grace

I sit up straighter, suddenly on full alert. I strain my ears to see if I can pick up the sound again, but there’s nothing.

Get ahold of yourself, I think sternly. It’s probably an animal in the barn or something—or maybe some coyotes going after the chickens.

Damn it all. Why do coyotes have to be nocturnal hunters?

Although the men have fortified the coop against predators, I still can’t risk any animals getting in and attacking the flock, so I get out of bed, grab my robe, and quietly go downstairs. If it is an animal, I don’t want to startle it.

My heart races at the thought of what it could be if it’s not actually coyotes. We don’t really get a ton of bears around here, since they tend to stick to the woods, but you never know.

A quick check of the first floor reveals that everything seems fine inside the house. Of course it wouldn’t make sense for the sound to have been a burglar or something, but it’s hard to tamp down on that instinctive fear, no matter how hard I try to be sensible.

There aren’t any bears or anything else trying to get into the locked trash cans out the back, thank goodness. Everything is in place—or at least, that’s what I think until I look out the front window to check the porch.

A sharp gasp falls from my lips as my heart lurches.

The barn is on fire.

Oh god, no!

I rush outside, barefoot, still just in my pajamas and robe. The animals are inside, which means there’s not a second to waste. I sprint over to the barn and wrench the doors open, using every bit of my strength. It takes a lot to open them myself, but I manage it, and I’m instantly hit by a wall of heat.

I duck down low, remembering our fire drills from when we were children—duck and cover. I hunch over, basically crawling, as I fumble for the latches and doors that will set the animals free.

I’m nearly bowled over as I succeed and the horses dash out in a mad rush, whinnying and panicking. By the time they all get out of the barn, I’m flat on my back, coughing and disoriented.

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