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  “You fit me perfectly. I knew you would.” The satisfied possession gleaming in his eyes caused her pussy to clamp around his embedded hard-on. He nuzzled her neck, alternating biting with licking. When she’d adjusted to his intrusion, he began to thrust.

  For the first few strokes, her swollen passage clung to his cock as though afraid he would abandon her. But his skilled mouth, roaming fingers and the circular motion of his hips teasing her clit coaxed more wetness from her until his entire girth was coated. Slick and hot he tunneled inside her, driving her to pleasurable heights she’d never before experienced.

  Lasting more than a few minutes when subjected to such ecstasy would be impossible. The liquid fire spreading through her surpassed even her wildest dreams. Kate bit her lip, struggling to resist the primal urges encouraging her to crash into the best orgasm of her life. She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

  “Let go. I’ve got you.”

  She resisted the blanket of pleasure suffocating her.

  “There’s more, I promise. I’ll give you more. Let go.” She opened eyes. When had she scrunched them shut? Generous yet commanding, Mike left her no choice. His lips latched onto hers, drawing her tongue into his mouth, sucking in time to the rapid lunges of his hips. She had to obey.

  Mike swallowed her scream when she shattered around him. She bucked, grinding her pussy into his waiting abdomen. She expected him to come with her, to end their long-awaited bout yet he preserved his restraint.

  Not without effort.

  She came hard, the orgasm clenching her channel. For each squeeze, she swore his jaw gave an answering clench as he gritted his teeth. He tipped his head back then groaned but held on.

  His motions slowed until she wondered if she’d missed his climax. Still, the length of his shaft twitched inside her, triggering aftershocks of delight. She stroked her hand over his sculpted chest, fingers flexing in time with the periodic squeezes of her pussy.

  The relief suffusing her didn’t last long. In place of the mindless hunger she’d surrendered to, an undeniable yearning built within her. She had to return the pleasure this man had given her. At least this one time. Kate knew what he needed. After all, she’d refused to let him win for weeks.

  With a sigh of regret, she separated their bodies. His cock abandoned her pussy with a slurp. Instead of evacuating the bed, she rolled. She presented her ass for his enjoyment as she knelt before him, shoulders flush with the mattress.

  He growled. Then his hands gripped her hips as though he held on for dear life. “You trust me?”

  “Of course.” She trembled when she thought of all he could do to her in this position. When something nudged her rear passage, she jumped before she realized the digit was far too thin to be his cock. He swirled his thumb around the pucker before coating it with some of the juices that had spilled onto her thighs.

  Kate rested her cheek on the sheet once more. She moaned when the thrill of his taboo touch sparked her lingering arousal. What would it be like to take a man there?

  “Relax.”

  Mike teased her until her anxiety transformed into pleasure, allowing her muscles to go slack. Then his thumb sank into her virgin hole. She didn’t expect it to feel so damn good. Just when she’d started to embrace the novel sensation, the bulk of his rigid cock prodded her pussy once more.

  This time he glided in to the hilt. The combination of his thick shaft and his thumb in her ass had her undulating beneath him in minutes. When he leaned forward, resting his forearm across her shoulders, lightning bolts of desire struck her nervous system. Pinned under his bulk, she embraced his desires only to find she had adopted them as her own.

  “Yes. Please, Mike. Take me.” He answered her cry, riding her hard and fast. The knowledge that she could make him wild drove her higher. She craved the ultimate proof. The grunts he made as he slammed into her indicated she’d have her wish before long.

  The thought made her muscles contract, hugging him tighter. The constriction of her pussy increased her own pleasure. She hovered on the cusp of another huge orgasm. “Mike!”

  Her urgency broke through his pounding rhythm. “Yes? Tell me, Kate.”

  “I want you to come on me.”

  “Fuck!” His groin smacked the back of her thighs as his thumb rotated in her ass. Three, four more times, he pounded into her before he yanked his cock from her with a roar. The searing splash of his come on her spine triggered her own release. When her ass seized his thumb, the sensation amplified her orgasm. She came in his arms as stream after stream of his semen marked her.

  She drifted in a haze of bliss with him on top of her, his heavy presence comforting. Eventually, he reached to the floor beside the bed to grab his discarded T-shirt. He wiped the evidence of their debauchery from their skin before turning her to face him. The tenderness mixed with contentment on his face spurred her to confess.

  “I’m sorry, Mike. You can’t stay.”

  He flinched, but refused to budge. When she tried to avert her face from his persuasive gaze, he captured her lip between his teeth then nipped her. “Enough. Enough running, Kate.”

  Her brain struggled to catch up to this alternate reality where she finally had what she wanted, but she couldn’t keep it. If she could just get dressed maybe she could usher him out with a modicum of pride intact.

  “What happened to our clothes?” Her question came out a bit garbled since he maintained his hold on her lip a few seconds longer. “I remember falling asleep with pajamas on.”

  “It’s fucking hot up here at night. I’ll have James take a look at the air-conditioning later. You stripped after you’d been asleep for five minutes.” His eyelids drooped at the memory. “Now quit stalling. Why are you fighting what’s between us?”

  He dusted her mouth with his even as he left a sticky trail of arousal in the wake of his half-hard shaft, which traced a shallow arc across her abdomen. She forced her hips to stay glued to the bed instead of tipping up to align her aching pussy with the head of his cock. Even as endless passion threatened to obliterate her better judgment, guilt corrupted her bliss.

  “It’s not fair to do this to you,” she whispered.

  “To tempt me until I swear blue balls isn’t some high school myth? To rile me up with those sweet smiles and naughty looks, then bolt whenever I get within arm’s reach? To refuse me all damn summer until I end up fucking you like an animal before I’ve even taken you out to dinner? What? What exactly isn’t fair about this bullshit?”

  He’d never shown her even a hint of impatience before. It left her no choice but to be honest. To be direct.

  “It’s not fair to start something serious with you when I want to fuck your partners, too.”

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  Heat crawled up her chest then progressed onto her cheeks at the admission. She’d never had these kinds of urges before. Well, maybe once or twice. But only in an abstract way. She’d never had anyone specific in mind, and she’d certainly never admitted the fantasy to a lover.

  Kate had tried to discount her constant hunger for her new neighbors as a product of the steamy season, their often half-naked bodies or, even, her hormones kicking in as she got older. None of the lies held water.

  Something about this man drew her like a bear to honey. And his friends sweetened the deal. Fear of his rejection had her mind racing so out of control, she didn’t realize he’d started laughing until he flopped to his back on the mattress beside her.

  He flung his contoured arm over his eyes, burying his once-broken nose in the crook of his elbow. The tribal armband ringing his biceps jerked as he tried to stifle his amusement but failed. Kate’s face flamed even as her stomach cramped.

  She slugged his shoulder. “What the hell are you laughing at? I know I’m nothing special, but I’ve seen the way your friends look at me when they think I can’t see. Hell, I can feel their eyes undressing me every time I bend over. It’s driving me insane!”

  When she shifted—tucking her legs un
der her to scurry out of the bed—he rolled to his side, propped his scruffy jaw on his hand then grabbed her around her waist and refused to let go.

  “There’s no need to get your pretty panties in a bunch, doll.”

  “Good thing, since I’m not wearing any.” She thrust her chin in the air.

  “True, that.” His pupils dilated. “But you’re missing my point.”

  Mike coaxed her to recline beside him with languorous strokes of his fingers on her waist. Then he shook his head as if remembering what he’d been saying. “I can’t believe you made me chase you like a rabid dog because my crew turns you on.”

  “It’s not just that they’re smoking.” She cleared her throat.

  “No worries. I caught you the first time around, babe. You want to get it on with them.”

  Kate clamped her bottom lip between her teeth then gave a reluctant nod. “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop it. Stop assuming you know what I want.”

  How had he ended up above her again? His laser stare sliced through the flimsy denials she’d hoped to construct.

  “Ever hear the saying, ‘Work hard, play harder’?” Mike encroached on her personal space, filling every gap with his scent, his heat and his challenge.

  “What about it?” She gulped like a fish out of water.

  “I’ve known the crew for ten years, ever since we suffered through trade school. There’s not much we haven’t done together. I’m a pretty open-minded guy. Would it surprise you if I said you wouldn’t be the first woman we’d shared?” He traced the ridge of her collarbone with the tip of his middle finger.

  She tried to answer but couldn’t, her throat had gone dry.

  “You think about it, Kate. Where’s your feisty spirit now? Do you have the guts to go after what you want? All you have to do is ask.”

  Just when she thought he would steal her inhibitions with another kiss, he sprang over her then headed for the shower. On the vintage-tile threshold to the bathroom, he turned. “And, one more thing, sweetness… You’re plenty special. Never doubt that.”

  Where the hell had Mike disappeared to? Kate shouldn’t care, but she did. She scolded herself when she scanned the yard for the tenth time that minute. She’d spent the morning trying to ignore his insufferable smirk, as he strutted around the site, while mentally reciting all the reasons she couldn’t accept his unconventional proposition.

  Despite this morning’s wake-up call, affairs weren’t her style. The unwise urge to prevent him from walking away after one sweaty liaison had almost overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation. Instead, she’d driven her hand beneath her thigh to keep from reaching out to tug him into bed for another romp following his shower. She couldn’t risk getting any more involved. No matter how she prayed she could change, she would always want more—something lasting.

  The thunk of her forehead hitting the sheetrock patch she’d finished installing an hour ago almost drowned out her sigh. Her cell phone vibrated, alerting her to an incoming text message. Every hypersensitive nerve in her body jumped to attention.

  She flipped open the phone. Mike.

  Meet me in our laundry room. Come in through the garage. Quiet. Quick.

  Ignoring his command would be prudent. Also impossible.

  Kate sprinted along the hall then took the stairs two at a time before racing out the rear entrance. She hopped the low stone wall dividing their properties then snuck into the neighboring garage like a cat burglar working a world-class heist.

  Her hand brushed the doorknob leading from the car bay into the house, where the washer and drier would one day go, but she got drawn inside before she could turn it. Mike’s powerful arms surrounded her, pressing her spine to his taut abdomen. The ridge of his constant hard-on fit in the valley of her ass, covered only by the thin material of her Capri sweats and her thong.

  “What—”

  The astringent odor of sealant wafted up from his hand, which covered her mouth. In the pitch-black, the brush of his lips on the shell of her ear startled her. She flinched at his raspy whisper. “I want to show you something. Everyone lusts. Everyone fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.”

  Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Slits of light gleamed through the louvers on the interior laundry-room door, which faced into the kitchen of Mike’s fixer-upper. Now that she could hear past the galloping of her heart, she froze. A masculine moan echoed off the tiled surfaces of the vacant living space. No, make that several moans.

  “Want to see what it could be like?” The plane of Mike’s chest cradled her as he inched them closer to forbidden delights with shuffles of his steel-toed boots. His hands encircled her waist. The tips of his fingers teased the hem of her tank top. Then they slid beneath it to rub irresistible circles over the skin on either side of her belly button.

  Kate shivered in his hold.

  “Go ahead, take a peek.” He bumped her with his pelvis, grinding against her.

  She worried her lip between her teeth as she debated. But the next primal grunt of pleasure dissolved all traces of resistance. Before she knew what she intended, her fingers tucked in the slats at eye level and her nose smooshed against the cool, painted wood.

  Oh. My. God.

  From this angle, she caught the strong profiles of both James and Neil. Tall and lithe, Neil leaned on the end of the countertop for support, his jeans unbuttoned. Framed in worn denim, his cock jutted from the vee of his fly. James hovered a mere half inch away from the head. His lips parted, glistening with saliva, as though waiting for permission.

  “Suck it.” The gruff command reverberated through the space, causing a trickle of wetness to run onto Kate’s thighs.

  In the kitchen, Neil buried his fingers in James’s sun-bronzed hair, using the grip to tug the kneeling man closer still. With two fingers, he aimed his erect shaft straight for James’s open mouth. When he slid inside, balls-deep with a single stroke, the look of rapture on both men’s faces stole her breath.

  From behind her, Mike’s hands travelled lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. He shoved them over her hips until they pooled on the floor. “Mmm…you smell delicious. Wet already? I thought you might enjoy the show.”

  He cut short her whimper when he tilted her face for a scorching kiss. But he didn’t steal her concentration from the other men for long. When she turned her head back, they had paused. Had they heard her?

  Please, don’t stop!

  As though they read her thoughts, the two men resumed their rough play. James’s stout throat worked around Neil’s embedded cock. She almost cried out again when his jaw slid forward, dragging his lower lip over Neil’s tight sac.

  “Fuck! Where did you learn that trick?” Neil panted.

  “From me.”

  Kate’s eyes widened as Dave strolled in from the living room. An impressive bulge tented the front of his cargo shorts. His hulking frame and towering stature might have been intimidating if he weren’t so quick to joke or lend a helping hand when needed.

  “Son of a bitch. Can’t you two go five minutes without getting off?” Joe followed a step behind Dave. “We have a deadline…”

  He should have saved his breath. James continued to give Neil what looked like a world-class blow job. She thought Neil’s gaze flickered toward her and Mike’s hiding spot, but he didn’t say anything.

  Joe grinned, then shrugged at Dave. “Now’s as good a time as any for a break. We need them to concentrate when we snap the chalk lines for the patio or everything will be out of square, and we’ll spend all afternoon fixing it anyway.”

  The easygoing partner stripped his shorts off in two seconds flat. His cock, bare beneath the khaki, sprang free. He put one hand on the counter then hopped up beside Neil with animal grace. When his balls rested on the cool marble they’d upgraded to, he hissed.

  “Come on, Dave. I see you checking out James’s ass. What are you waiting for?”<
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  4

  James raised his hips in clear invitation. Each man embraced his sexuality without inhibitions. Every desire they expressed met with acceptance and trust from the others. The display caused a surge of hope and desperation in Kate.

  What would it be like to explore her yearnings without fear of recrimination? The mere idea of such freedom had her arching into Mike’s roaming caresses, craving something more.

  “Shh, babe. I’ve got what you need.” His fingertips completed their circuit around her swollen folds before retreating. The pause, filled with the faint rustle of him shedding clothes, gave her a moment to refocus on the scene before her.

  Joe had braced one arm behind him. He reclined with his weight on his straight-locked elbow to give Neil the room needed to reach over and surround his hard-on with one fist. Neil had joined him on the countertop. Their thighs pressed together from hip to knee. As she watched, Neil turned his head to claim Joe’s mouth in an aggressive exchange.

  She’d never seen two men make out. Their whisker-stubbled jaws rasped together as their tongues clashed. They devoured each other. Meanwhile, James continued to feast on Neil’s cock. His head bobbed with sure strokes on the other man’s tool, eliminating the hesitancy she sometimes experienced when she wondered what her ministrations would feel like. Should she suck harder? Use more tongue?

  James made short work of the fasteners on his torn jeans. Dave had positioned himself behind James, who bent at the waist between Neil’s lightly furred legs. His meaty hand rubbed his crotch through his work clothes as he took in the trio of lovers before him.

  The tendons in Dave’s neck protruded when the golden skin of his partner’s back gave way to the lighter flesh of his ass beneath his low tan line. Dave scrounged in his utility belt. When his hand landed on what he sought, he grinned.

  “I was just about to start coating the bolts for the railing so they wouldn’t rust.” He held up a jar so Joe and Neil could see, then gave it a shake. “Let’s hear it for petroleum jelly, huh, James?”