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“Please tell me you have a big stock of condoms.”

Chapter Six

“I hope you guys don’t think for a minute you’ve tamed me.” Bella paced back and forth in nothing but her skin and a glow of total satisfaction. Both guys stretched on the bed, their hard cocks already stiff and those bad-boy smiles on their lips.

Of course, this strange ménage couldn’t progress past today. But if she only had a few more hours to enjoy herself, she was damn well taking advantage.

“Never, darlin’. We don’t claim to have tamed you.” Quint’s drawl sent desires skittering over her bare skin. She stopped at the foot of the bed and folded her arms. Aware that her breasts were pushed high and on display, she smiled at her victims.

“That’s good, boys. Because you can’t turn me into one of those sappy romantics who loves getting flowers and trinkets.”

“Would never dream of it, sweetheart.” Carter folded his arm beneath his head, and in the dim light streaming through the crack in the ugly striped curtains, the dark hair on his jaw seemed even blacker. “No flowers or trinkets. Not for our girl. We’d bring you leather and new spurs.”

She eyed them. Maybe they really did know her. “What kind of spurs?”

“Maybe those ones with the antique copper posies on the sides and the crystals?”

Okay, those were flashy, but she might be guilty of coveting a pair. “You’re warming me up.”

Carter crooked a finger at her. “We haven’t even started yet. Come to bed and see what we can do.”

She looked between two dark gazes, amazed that she was still so insatiable with two men to take care of her. Her nipplespinched into hard pebbles and her pussy throbbed. “Maybe I haven’t seen anything to convince me to come to bed with you.” She started pacing again.

The weight of their stares were welcome caresses. When had she ever felt so beautiful, sexy and desirable?

When has any man let me feel I have a choice in how I play in the bedroom?

She threw them a look from the corner of her eye. They weren’t paying any attention to her, though. No, some silent communication was going on between them. Was this a team ropers thing? As by unspoken agreement, they rolled to their feet and circled the bed from either side.

She froze.

“There’s no escape, darlin’. Just let it happen.” Quint closed the gap first and caught her against his hard, heated body. His muscles chiseled to perfection, the set of his square jaw sexy as hell. She squirmed, but Carter clasped her hands and raised them high above her head. Quint released her for a second, and in a blink her hands were bound.

With a gasp, she drew her hands in front of her face. A short length of rope bound them. “Where the hell were you hiding that? Do I want to know?”

“We’ve got a few tricks. Now come back to bed, you sassy wench.” Carter tugged her bound hands. When she dug in her heels to resist, Quint didn’t waste a second plucking her off her feet and tossing her onto the bed.

She bounced but before she could scramble away, they were pinning her. Big male bodies, hard lips and harder cocks. She was combusting under all these hands and tender kisses. As Carter sucked on her nipples, Quint finger-fucked her slow and deep.

When he pulled his fingers free, Carter said, “Gimme a taste.”

She raptly watched as he sucked Quint’s fingers clean. God, did they know what a turn-on it was that they didn’t have any inhibitions with each other? Seeing them pleasure each other was as good as being pleasured by them.Well, almost.

Tugging on her restraints, she said, “Untie me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re still in control. You just can’t touch us. Or yourself.” She didn’t like the teasing glint in Quint’s eyes.

Hovering over her, he trailed his lips back and forth over hers, a breath away. Not close enough.

“Quint,” she warned.

His chest rumbled with a laugh he didn’t release. But his eyes danced as he skated a fingertip over her collarbone and down to the tip of her breast. Except he didn’t circle her nipple or twist it the way she needed.

She mewled, arching upward for more that never came. Instead, Carter eased a finger down her stomach. She sucked in on a sharp breath, waiting for him to touch her where she needed it most.

With a dark look of invitation, he got on his knees, cock in hand. She wet her lips, eager for a taste of his fat cock. She strained toward him, but he turned to Quint. “You want a taste of this?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

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