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“Who knows?” Tavish shrugged and Legend chuckled. “But that’s how we do it and if you’re into it, that’s what we can promise you. There are advantages to having us tag team. We can take turns, and with both of us concentrating on you it feels more balanced, huh?”

Karolena blinked a few times. Then slowly, a dazzling smile stretched her lips—fuller now that they’d spent significant effort on kissing the shit out of her—and revealed bright white teeth. “Yeah, it does. Doesn’t it?”

She surprised him by standing in one fluid motion, then kicking off her shoes. He desperately wanted to peel her clothes from her stitch by stitch, but when Legend took a step closer to her, he put his fingers lightly on Tavish’s wrist. It was important, letting her take the reins, giving her the opportunity to decide what to reveal to them and how quickly.

Karolena started with her socks, then shoved her pants down her slender thighs. Stepping out of them, she took her ruined underwear along with them.

Tavish grinned at the reminder of their instant magnetism and how much better it was about to get. Her shirt was long enough that it covered the important stuff. “You don’t have to get rid of that if you don’t want to.”

She fingered the hem of the black cotton as if it was a security blanket instead of a uniform. But when she took a moment to measure their intentions, she must have found them worthy.

Karolena shucked her shirt, then shrugged out of her bra, leaving her standing before them tall, lithe, angular as opposed to curvy, and so damn lovely he didn’t notice at first that she was also a bit worse for wear.

“Damn, Karolena.” Legend had no such problem. He crossed to her and dropped butterfly kisses over the slash of bruises that ran from her upper left shoulder to her lower right ribs. The shadow the seatbelt had left on her otherwise flawless skin was a stark reminder of where she’d come from and further proof that she’d been telling the truth.

Funny enough, Tavish hadn’t doubted it. Or maybe that was par for the course, but either way it settled him to realize that much of her story had been accurate even if he despised seeing her injured.

Legend rotated her a bit so that he showed Tavish the gash on the back of her shoulder in better light than in the conference room earlier. Had they been careful enough with her before?

Tavish wasn’t sure, but now that he knew what they were dealing with, he wasn’t about to cause her a moment of discomfort.

“Are you sore?” he wondered aloud.

“Some.” She nodded.

“I could tell you were stiff earlier. I thought it was from cleaning all day. You should have said something.” Legend rubbed around the worst of the damage, gently easing her muscles.

“It would have been kind of hard to explain. Besides, I forgot about it when you were doing…stuff like that.” She sighed when Legend massaged her neck, which probably had sustained whiplash.

Tavish told him, “Lay her down. Keep unwinding her.”

“Where are you going?” Legend barely glanced over his shoulder as he did as he was told. Tavish didn’t blame him.

“To get the first aid kit.” He grabbed the container that looked an awful lot like a tackle box from the closet. Kennedy had supplied each of them with one. With it in hand, he returned in time to see Legend rotate Karolena to her front and begin working over her back from her shoulders to her flawless ass.

It was the perfect placement for them to inspect her shoulder. “I’m no Kennedy, but let me at least cover this up so we don’t open it again by accident. You should see her later for a more thorough exam.”

Karolena made a vague sound of assent mixed with a moan as Legend kept tending to her too. Tavish focused on the physical damage while Legend supported her battle with emotional trauma by telling her over and over how brave and beautiful she was to open herself so fully to them.

“Still okay?” Tavish double-checked as he applied antibacterial ointment and a loose bandage to the worst of her injuries, pressing as lightly as he could while still ensuring it adhered.

“I’m sorry, are you doing something?” Karolena peeked over her shoulder at him.

Legend laughed lightly against her skin where he was kissing the upper arches of her ass while he kneaded the backs of her thighs. “Better keep up, Tav.”

Tavish wouldn’t lie. He’d worried early on that most women would consider him insignificant after having Legend’s massive cock, but it had never been an issue. In this case, he was glad Karolena derived only pleasure from their hands. He intended to ratchet it up so she’d have no doubt he was capable of plenty.

“This is as good as I can do for now.” He kissed Karolena’s cheek, threw away the wrappers, then set the kit out of the way before turning his attention to erasing every bit of lassitude Legend had infused her muscles with.

Karolena shifted restlessly as Legend drove her insane with his slow seduction.

“Over there.” Tavish jerked his chin toward the beanbag. “Hold her open for me.”

He wasn’t sure she’d be ready for a whole new level of exposure, but when Legend lifted her and sat, arranging her in his lap so her spine was cushioned by his chest and abs, she didn’t wait for him to arrange her legs, splaying them over his thighs.

Instead, she stared straight into Tavish’s eyes—hers brighter even than the sky behind him now—as she opened herself to him, draping her thighs over Legend’s. Karolena reclined against him, her hand snaking to her mound as Legend spread his knees wider, giving Tavish room to work.

She wasn’t attempting to obscure herself. Rather, she started rubbing with small circles that revealed her impatience. Tavish let her play for a moment, sure she would never have been so bold before, as Legend watched over her shoulder. His cock hung heavy between his legs, tucked partially against Karolena’s ass.

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