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  Kerri found herself sitting on Hunter’s bed, two men in front of her in the process of shedding their clothes. Her breath caught as the beat of her heart escalated.

  The reality of her situation crowded her consciousness, and she wondered what she was supposed to do with two naked men.

  Chapter 17

  A cool breezed floated across her bare shoulder and Kerri shivered, the reaction taking her out of the heat of the moment and into the reality of what she was about to do. With her eyes glued to the two nearly naked men at the end of the bed, she reached for the edge of the sheet.

  “Don’t even think about covering your body, pretty girl.”

  Hunter’s words rasped across her skin, causing an entirely different kind of shiver. The rough heat in his demand seeped through her skin, warming her in a way no blanket could. God, she loved the way he could make her heart pound and her panties wet with just the tone of his voice. When she looked from his face to Richard’s, she saw the same intensity. The same lust.

  “Damn, Hunter. She’s exquisite.” Richard moved to the left of the bed, the heat in his gaze burning a path up her body.

  “You have no idea. Wait until you’re inside her.” Hunter paced to the right of the bed, one predatory step at a time, the hard contours of his body shining in the reflected light of the single lamp on the bedside table.

  Kerri felt her chest tighten, the air inside her lungs caught between fear and desire.

  Two men.

  At the same time?

  Had she completely lost her mind?

  Hunter leaned against the side of the bed and lifted a hand to her hair, brushing it behind her shoulder and stroking her cheek with one rough fingertip. “Are you sure, Kerri?”

  She let her eyes drift closed in response to his touch. The man had more power over her body than she could have imagined just a few days ago. And he seemed to care about her.

  Dominant, but kind. Was that possible?

  Kerri hoped it was real. Hoped he was real.

  She nodded her consent.

  “Say the words, pretty girl. I—we need to hear them.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Richard’s growl from the other side of the bed had the air rushing from her body. She was going to do this. She was going to make love to two men.

  Two powerful, dominant men, and each of them knew more about sex and pleasure than she could ever learn in a lifetime.

  Hunter’s mouth covered hers, the possessive, powerful strokes of his tongue as he dipped inside driving her doubts into oblivion. His arm slipped across her shoulder blades and the pressure of his body eased her back against the bed. His kiss wiped away her fear and guided her into a morass of sensations.

  Kerri jerked, surprise surging through her system when hot hands slid between her thighs. They brushed fire along every nerve ending they encountered, and when the heat rose to almost unbearable levels, those hands were followed by an even hotter tongue.

  Richard.

  Kerri’s body shook at the two disparate touches. Hunter’s hands were in her hair, skimming along her collarbone in a long, strong glide to her breast. When he found the nipple erect and waiting, he squeezed and caressed in exactly the way he’d shown her in the last few days. The shot of ecstasy splintered into a million shards of sensation and scattered throughout her body.

  In that moment, Richard slid a finger into her wet depths and blew across the bare flesh of her core.

  An orgasm flashed outward from her center, her back bowing off the bed with her scream.

  In the hazy aftermath, she heard Richard’s whispered “fuck,” followed by her master’s chuckle.

  “I told you she was responsive.”

  “Amazing,” Richard whispered, his hands smoothing over her hip to cup her throbbing mound.

  Kerri could feel his fingers, each one individually sliding through her wet opening. She gulped air when one finally slipped inside to caress the excruciatingly tender spot just behind her clit. If he kept his finger there for much longer, she would explode again, and she didn’t want to come alone. She wanted at least one of them to be inside her. Kerri whimpered, trying to get her dry mouth to form the words of her desire. But all she could muster was a half groan, half sigh.

  She stretched her arm across the bed and tried to pull Hunter’s body to her, to no avail. Her eyes drifted closed as something wet settled against her hip and began to edge up her belly. Richard was moving, even if Hunter wasn’t. He tantalized, wringing out mini explosions by kissing, sucking, and nipping his way up her body, and Kerri’s muscles trembled under the onslaught. When he finally took her nipple in his mouth, she released the air she’d held captive.

  Finally, something familiar.

  Opening her eyes, Kerri watched Richard’s head move as he suckled. His dark hair fluttered slightly from the ceiling fan and she gasped. That was Hunter at her breast, not Richard. Oh, God, she was losing her mind. Her vision blurred, and when she blinked the moisture away, a tawny head had joined the dark one. The sensation, both visceral and tactile, was disorienting, and Kerri released her senses, setting them free to enjoy the experience.

  With a groan, Richard rolled to the side and stretched out on the bed next to her. Hunter lifted his head, the tension in his face reminding her of the night she was punished at the club.

  “Roll over, Kerri. I want to watch you take Richard.”

  Hard hands slid under her body, lifting until she was on her knees and straddling Richard, his erection straining to enter her. He was thick, the dark purple, blunted end showing clearly through the condom, and she wondered when he’d put it on. At least she didn’t have to worry about safety. She trusted Hunter completely, but she didn’t know much about Richard.

  “Take him, Kerri. Now.”

  Hunter’s tone was dark, demanding and dominant, and a fresh flush of heat flew through her body. Kerri locked her eyes on his face as she slowly lowered her body onto Richard’s waiting erection. His cheeks darkened and the heat in his expression was beyond brilliant.

  “Look at him. Look at what you’re doing to him, pretty girl.”

  And she did.

  Richard was straining to keep still, his body suspended in time while she moved over him, onto him. Visible lines of strain across his chest, the tightness of his abs spoke volumes. He was waiting for her to be ready for his thrust. Or was he waiting for Hunter’s signal to proceed?

  Kerri looked back to Hunter and he nodded, a quick blink of a nod.

  Kerri shouted.

  Steel arms wrapped around her, one at her shoulder, the other at her hips. She was jerked down against Richard’s body, his cock impaling her, his arms holding her in place.

  A solid smack of the crop landed across her left butt cheek and Kerri screeched. Two more fell in succession. Heat bloomed and when the next stroke came, she welcomed it.

  Hunter’s hand smoothed across the flaming skin, and then a wet finger prodded the slit between her cheeks. Something wet, sticky even, dripped down the crease of her butt. Had Hunter climaxed while he used the crop on her?

  Richard’s hands slid down to her backside and pulled her cheeks apart. More of the liquid drizzled across her skin, easily relocated to her back entrance.

  Oh, God. Hunter was preparing her, lubricating her in order to ease his entrance while they took her at the same time.

  Would it hurt?

  Her body began to shake, fear slipping in behind the lust, and all four hands on her stilled.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” Hunter leaned across her back to whisper in her ear, his breath a soft caress. “I would never hurt you, Kerri.”

  Richard murmured at the other side of her head, soothing, coddling. It was disconcerting to hear both male voices simultaneously,

  “Trust me to take good care of you, pretty girl.”

  Kerri concentrated on the sound of Hunter’s voice, the feel of his skin pressed against hers, the caress of his hand along her back, and she willed her body to sof
ten.

  “Good girl,” she heard in echo.

  The fingers began to move again, filling her with slick gel and thick fingers. The sensation was intoxicating and uncomfortably tight, but when Richard began to move under her, the gentle thrusts resulted in an eruption of heat to flood her erogenous zones. The eroticism of the moment took over and she fell into the experience.

  Hunter moved closer to her. The thick head of his cock pressed against her opening, stretching her as he breached an opening that was designed as an exit only. Her body tensed without her consent and he instantly paused.

  “Relax, Kerri. Push out and let me in.”

  Trust. This was all about trust, and she trusted him to take care of her.

  She did as he asked.

  Hunter’s cock surged into her, Richard stilling while Hunter pushed deeper. A series of shallow thrusts helped her relax muscles unaccustomed to the sensations, and by the time he was fully seated within her, Kerri could feel an unending burn of arousal.

  They began to move in tandem, one sliding out as the other slid deep, then reversing the thrusts. The constant sensation of fullness combined with the rasping of hard cocks against ultra-sensitive nerve endings ignited a moan from Kerri that ebbed and rushed upward again and again. Until she was breathless, until her body pounded with climax after climax.

  She was scalded from the inside out, flames racing through her nervous system until her body twitched and squeezed every possible sensation to her extremities. Her head pulsed and throbbed as much as her sex did, until she collapsed into the arms of her men as they both shouted their own release.

  * * * *

  Hunter rolled to the side, pulling her with him and giving Richard a chance to breathe. Kerri sagged against him, her body limp, satiation suffusing her with complete lethargy. He cuddled her close, amazed by her complete submission, curious as to her reaction in the morning. Her boundaries had been pushed aside when she agreed to the ménage, and the light of day often brought regret.

  “Fucking amazing, Hunter.” Richard sucked air into his lungs and rolled to face his friend, one hand settling on Kerri’s hip. “How long can we keep her?”

  It wasn’t unexpected. They’d casually shared lovers over the last ten years and jealousy was never an issue. But the sight of Richard’s hand draped across her ass pulled a knot in Hunter’s chest.

  Any why in the hell was that?

  Kerri. That ball of resentment aimed at Richard’s caress of his woman was Hunter’s undoing and he knew this would be the one and only time he shared her.

  She was his.

  He wasn’t sure how he would convince her to stay with him, considering she’d gone into this with the idea of a quick adventure.

  “Bath time,” he said, sliding out of the bed and scooping her into his arms. “Go start the water.”

  While Richard moved past them to steam up the tub, Hunter held her close to his chest. Kerri’s face fit nicely into the crook of his neck and he could swear he felt her mouth press against his skin. Her sigh drifted across his throat and Hunter couldn’t restrain a smile. She would be his, no matter what it took to make it happen.

  Chapter 18

  Kerri flopped on her bed and stretched out, staring at the ceiling. Her brain was fried, along with several sensitive body parts. The weekend had been unbelievably amazing and frightening, both forcing her to take a hard look at what she was doing and where she wanted this experience to lead.

  It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with herself, preferring to take the easy way out and let the situation play through to its own natural end. But she’d never been a fatalist. No, Kerri was a planner, a doer.

  When her eyes had finally opened this morning, she’d been alone in Hunter’s bed. The shower was running and her first thought was to flee, avoiding the awkwardness of meeting one or both men in the light of day. She’d slipped down the hall, thrown on some clothes, and grabbed her bag. A quick note telling Hunter she’d see him at work and she was gone. Even the garage door fairy was on her side and she’d escaped without notice.

  “How was your weekend with Bondage Guy?”

  Kerri rolled her head to the side and blew a raspberry at Jase.

  “Well?”

  “Don’t call him that. His name is Hunter.”

  Jase leaned against the door frame and planted one hand on her hip. “So how was your weekend with Hunter?”

  “Confusing.” Kerri went back to inspecting the ceiling. She heard Jase moving around the room, shifting the suitcase out of the walkway as she rounded the bed. The mattress dipped when Jase lowered herself beside Kerri and helped with the ceiling analysis.

  “Talk. Don’t leave anything out. No comments unless you ask, I promise.”

  And Kerri knew Jase would do just that, listen without judgment. But she didn’t know where to begin. Warm fingers circled her wrist, a gesture of support.

  “He was great.” She took a deep breath. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

  “Are you sure you’re falling for him, or are you falling for the lifestyle? I did some checking online this weekend. It looks pretty intense.”

  “Yes.”

  “Not very informative.” Jase sat up and turned her back, offering privacy. “Talk to me, Kerri. I haven’t seen you this closed off since you first moved to Dallas.”

  “He’s not at all like I thought he’d be. Sometimes I can see the attorney, the businessman. But a minute later, he’s all sexy bad boy.” She reached up to tug at Jase’s sleek black hair. “And bad boy is a poor description of him.”

  “Better than supremely sexy?” Jase asked, turning to face her friend with a grin.

  “Double or triple, maybe.” Giggles erupted, memories of teen sleepovers when they spent hours comparing boys at school with men on daytime dramas. Somewhere in her grandmother’s attic, a well-hidden notebook held pictures and notes on two many classifications to remember.

  Jase inhaled and blew out a slow deep breath. “You just met the man. How can you possibly be in love with him so quickly?”

  “I can’t explain it, Jase. And it isn’t the sex, though lord knows it’s phenomenal. There’s just something about him that makes me feel different. A connection I can’t explain.”

  “Maybe during all that ‘phenomenal’ sex, he brainwashed you?” Jase poked at her cheek. “I’ve never heard you use that word. It implies that you can’t believe what’s happening, which contributes to my theory of brainwashing.”

  Kerri sat up and switched to inspecting her manicure. “It’s not brainwashing. Haven’t you ever met someone you feel an instant connection with?”

  “Actually, no. Well, not since I met you when we were ten. But that’s more like a sisterhood thing.”

  Kerri leaned against her friend’s shoulder. “I felt the same, still do. But Hunter evokes the same feeling, just not brotherly.”

  “When are you seeing again?”

  “I’m not sure.” Confiding in Jase about having sex with Hunter and Richard was out of the question. Too many emotions to cloud her already twisted heart, and Jase wouldn’t understand how mind-blowing the night had been, anyway. Only someone who’d lived in that moment could comprehend the intensity of two men driving one woman insane with pleasure. Hell, she was still trying to wrap her brain around the sensations herself.

  “Well, he’ll be at work tomorrow. Maybe he’ll set up a date.”

  Kerri shook her head, her eyes moist. “I don’t think I can date him, Jase. I don’t think I can get any more involved than I am. He’s going to break my heart, and I can’t let that happen again.”

  “But you just said—”

  “Love never works out for me. You know how my life is. I need to focus on business and independence.”

  “What about the sex?” Jase grinned, “You know, the phenomenal kind?”

  “I’ll learn to live without it. It’ll just be harder now that I know what I’m missing.” More than she could handle, apparen
tly.

  She stood and pulled her suitcase onto the bed. “I’m going to clean this mess up and get a shower. Want to order pizza for dinner, or do you have a date?”

  “Pizza sounds good. I haven’t heard from Harvey for a few days, so no dates.”

  “Jase?” Kerri said, “I saw a guy that looked a lot like Harvey last night. He was at Velvet Glove around midnight.”

  “I thought Bondage—I mean, Hunter was a member of the private club,” Jase replied.

  “He is. We were in the private area, and I saw Harvey across the room talking to another man. But he was dressed differently. Leather pants, skimpy shirt. His hair was spiked with gel, and he had an earring.”

  “Oh, honey, it couldn’t have been Harvey. He’s too plain Jane to wear leather and go topless. He’s conservative, obsessively so. Must have been a lookalike.”

  “Maybe. He disappeared before I could get close enough to talk to him.” She didn’t mention that their eyes had met and he’d looked surprised to see her there. “How long have you and he been dating?”

  “Three months, I think. We’re not really serious.” Jase started for the door. “I’ll give you a few minutes before I order the pizza.” The door closed behind her and Kerri relaxed. Talking about relationships and her experience at Velvet Glove was the last thing she wanted to do. Those two subjects were deeply imbedded in her mind, leaving no room for idle chitchat.

  Thinking of all the hours she’d been naked this weekend, Kerri stripped off her clothes and tossed them in the hamper. She turned the shower on high, and as soon as the hot water was flowing freely, she stepped into the enclosure and let it beat down on her. She grabbed her loofah and added cleanser, then scrubbed every sensitive inch of her skin, knowing the smell of her soap wouldn’t begin to hide the scent of Hunter’s body. He was invading too much of her life, sections of her personal space she didn’t want compromised.

  Love wasn’t an option.

  He’d been fairly clear about the separation of his lifestyle and romantic love. The two were mutually exclusive. Giving a man the right to tie a woman to a bed and sex her up didn’t mean love. It was just a physical reaction.