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Quint followed suit, hips jerking with his release. He spurted over her breasts too, and she blinked up at them, a pleading in her eyes.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. You’ll get your turn.” Carter gave his cock one last pump then drew her to her feet and kissed her, tasting their combined flavors. He never wanted to let either of his lovers go.

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“Grab that rope,” Quint instructed Carter. He didn’t take his gaze from Bella’s. She was too lovely to tear his gaze away from, all soft and compliant. Her lips rosy and swollen from sucking their cocks. They’d cleaned up her breasts with her ruined top, but a sheen of their essence gleamed under the afternoon sun.

Carter held out the rope, and Quint closed his fingers over the end without even looking at it. He drew the frayed ends to Bella’s nipples, which had accidentally popped from her bra after Carter had destroyed it.

The garment lay in tatters on the dirt ground next to a few buttons. They’d have to be careful not to rip up any more pieces of clothing or she’d be going back to her trailer wrapped in a feed sack.

The idea held appeal, he had to admit. She’d look gorgeous in one.

Her rough gasps fed the fire of need inside him. She might try to run from them, but she kept running back into their open arms. Whatever was holding her up from investing emotionally, they’d work through it—together.

He unfastened her jeans and shimmied them down her hips. With her clothing around her ankles and her thighs spread as far as she could, he took the edge of the rope and skimmed her clit with it.

A light, teasing touch that ripped a cry from her.

“Shh, darlin’. We don’t want anybody to come running.”

“You’re going to…have to…gag me,” she ground out.

“Mmm, not a problem.” Quint took a clean handkerchief from his back pocket and fastened the gag around her mouth. Carter stared up at her wide, bright eyes and continued his torment.

Circling her clit. Each hemp strand catching on her swollen nubbin. Teasing the edges. Caressing the small hood covering her core. Using a forefinger, he pressed the hood back and grazed that spot.

She shook, juices squeezing from her pussy.

“She smells like candy. I can’t do this very long before I taste her,” Carter warned his other lover.

Quint started kissing her neck and reached around her body to pinch and twist her nipples. She rocked into both of their touches. Her body was strung as tight as an instruments, and damn, he loved playing her.

If ropin’ and ridin’ were his first loves, pleasuring Bella was vying for the top spot. A muffled moan left her, and Quint clamped down on her nipples. Carter dropped the rope and buried his face in her pussy. Dragging his tongue back and forth with more and more speed. She tensed, gave one shuddering sob…and came.

A wild noise escaped his throat as he sucked her pussy clean. Pulling on her clit until she grew too sensitive and then wagging his tongue through her slickness. When he raised his head, he caught movement from the corner of his eye.

Jeb Anderson, and he’d had seen them.

Carter licked his lips slowly like a beast who’d just gotten his fill.

Chapter Eight

Quint dropped into the booth of the diner and snatched the grease-coated menu from the holder at the end of the table. While he stared at the choices, his mind was far from his stomach.

“I can’t believe she won her race and hightailed it out of town without saying a damn word to us,” he said for the fifth time.

“I do. It’s Bella.” Carter, seated across from him, peeled the sticky pages of his own menu apart. Inside was a smear of maple syrup, and he gave up reading it and tossed it aside.

His partner’s words revolved through his head.It’s Bella. It’s Bella.Yeah, it was her personality through and through. Her independent and sassy ways were exactly what had drawn both of them to her. But it was getting difficult too.

“She isn’t as invested in us.” The words came out unbidden.

Carter looked up in surprise. “You know that ain’t true, man.”

“Do I? We can’t walk away so easily.”

“Who says it’s easy on her? But she’s trying to work it out in her mind. And you gotta admit that this game of hide and seek makes for some fun when we finally locate her.” Carter waved at the waitress, who sauntered over with a sway of her hips and a big Southern smile.

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