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  Kate licked a line across the seam of James’s lips when he paused to look into her eyes. He took the invitation to capture her mouth, this time with more force.

  At some point during the kiss that reheated her blood to boiling, Mike had added a second digit to her ass. The forbidden touch sent a shaft of pleasure ricocheting around her body.

  “Keep breathing, love.” James drew her attention back to him.

  She matched his measured inhalations and exhalations as he coached her through extracting every ounce of delicious sensation from Mike’s ministrations.

  “Son of a bitch, that’s sexy,” Dave praised them from the place he’d taken at her side. She realized that Neil and Joe had joined them as well. They stood in a semi-circle around the head of the chair, watching as Mike and James prepared her.

  “I need you inside me.” She wriggled her ass, trying to align with the head of Mike’s cock. His erection felt so hot and hard against her lower back, she couldn’t believe he hadn’t exploded yet.

  “Not like that.” James nipped her lip. “Let Mike lead.”

  She went completely slack in their hold.

  Mike moaned as the other men cursed or sighed at her submission. He tucked his cock against her ass then began to burrow inside.

  Kate shrieked as the intrusion sent a lick of fire up her spine. She tensed, her pleasure receding.

  “Relax, love.” James resumed his passionate kisses as Neil took her hand in his, petting her until the first wave of pain passed. The tiny circles Mike made with his pelvis began to flood her with pleasure, obscuring her discomfort.

  Mike pushed in farther, stretching her bit by bit, until—somehow—he’d filled her. Once inside, he raised her until just the head of his cock remained buried then lowered her until she sheathed him completely.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled in her ear. She angled her head to kiss him, snuggling into his chest now that no space remained between them. His hands cupped her hips, lifting and dropping her as he continued to rock. How did he keep showing her new things, taking her higher than she imagined?

  Any lingering unease flew from her mind when his long fingers cupped her pussy, then spread her labia. Bare, open to the men’s perusal beneath the now-dark sky, she shivered though she didn’t think she’d ever be cold again.

  “So pretty.”

  She’d almost forgotten James, who knelt between her legs, staring at her pussy.

  “Can you take us both, love?” The muscle in his jaw jumped as he waited for her to respond.

  Kate held out her arms, welcoming him into her embrace.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve made love to a woman. I don’t want to hurt you. You seem so delicate.” He circled the purple head of his cock around her opening, collecting her wetness. His hard-on brushed Mike’s where it lodged inside her.

  “You couldn’t hurt me. Please, James.” She gathered him close, tilting her hips as far as she could with Mike buried to the hilt. When James pressed into the slick heat of her pussy, they both groaned.

  “So tight, love. So hot.” He began to move, tucking into her farther with each twitch of his hips.

  Kate couldn’t believe how packed she felt. Her pussy practically strangled his cock. The way her two lover’s erections caressed each other through the thin membrane separating them fueled her desire. Soon she bucked between them, loving the way one would retreat as the other tunneled deeper.

  When he had stuffed her pussy with the length of his throbbing cock, James rested his forehead on her collarbone. She stroked her fingers through his hair then down his back. Her nails dug into his ass, trying to force him closer.

  “Oh, shit. Do that again, Katie.” Neil’s harsh rasp reminded her they had an audience. “Spread his cheeks for me.”

  She did as he commanded. When James’s cock flexed, triggering a massive constriction of her muscles, he and Mike groaned together.

  “That’s right. That’s the way.” Neil appeared over James’s shoulder. “How would you like to try fucking and being fucked?”

  James’s cock flared inside her. When he turned his head to engage Neil’s mouth, Kate’s head dropped onto Mike’s shoulder. She could only go along for the ride. She knew the instant Neil had penetrated James’s asshole. The man between her thighs cried out then shuddered with pure pleasure. Neil began to drive inside James, causing the cock buried in her pussy to grind into her.

  Mike stayed still, allowing the motion of their lovers to sway her on his erection. The subtle fucking stroked hypersensitive nerves, providing more than enough friction to elicit a response from them both.

  “Babe, I think Dave has a present for you.” Mike’s suggestive tone had her gaze flicking to the side. Though he’d come in the pool, Dave’s hard-on oozed pre-come from the flared head.

  She gladly accepted his offering, her lips surrounding the thick shaft, reveling in the taste of his pleasure. Knowing the sight of the four lovers turned Dave on spurred her to take as much of him as she could. Pinned in place, she accepted his assistance when he cradled her head in his huge hands and fucked her mouth with gentle strokes.

  “Joe, why don’t you feed James some of that meat. Don’t let it go to waste.” Something about the position seemed so right, harmonious. Mirror images, perfectly balanced. Mike fucked her ass while she lay on his chest. James fucked her pussy while Neil fucked his ass. She sucked Dave from his position on one side of the chair, and James did the same for Joe on the other.

  Ragged breathing, grunts and the squeaking of the poor abused deck chair filled the night air. Surrounded by pure desire and honest ecstasy, none of them had a chance of lasting very long. Neil drove them all higher by riding James faster, harder.

  When James’s tight abs stroked her clit, she tensed.

  “Oh, yeah. Kate’s going to come.” Mike’s reverent whisper cut through the group. Each man picked up the tempo, shoving her beyond restraint.

  She shattered around Mike and James. After a moment, they both followed, filling her with pulses of their come. Neil shouted at the same time Dave shot into her mouth. She swallowed reflexively until he slipped from between her lips. She continued to explode, her orgasm endless.

  James groaned when Neil deserted his clenching hole. “She’s still coming. Yes. Yes!” James’s cock flexed in time with her contractions.

  Her mouth latched onto his when his orgasm crested again. A second, weaker round of come spurted from his cock, searing the lining of her pussy.

  After a minute, he bussed her forehead. Then he, too, withdrew.

  “Thank you, love.”

  When Mike pulled out, Kate pivoted. She wanted to kiss him but was afraid of his reaction when another man’s seed glistened on her lips. She shouldn’t have worried. He cupped her neck then drew her head to his for a searing kiss. She shared the taste of Dave’s come, of all the ecstasy that had filled her, then drooped against his heaving chest.

  She felt his chuckle when one of the guys said, “I’m hungry but I think you charred the burgers, dude.”

  Kate bolted upright in bed. Disoriented, she checked the clock on her nightstand. Two a.m. The delicious soreness in her joints at least relieved her that she hadn’t been dreaming about Mike’s crew again. She’d really done it. She’d taken them all and loved every second of it.

  So why did she feel like crying? Why did she feel more alone than ever?

  “Everything okay?” The tender question from her right terrified her. If she looked, and he was just a figment of her imagination, she didn’t think she could survive. “Babe, are you all right?”

  Mike.

  She sobbed in relief. To hell with hiding her feelings any longer. He’d shown her the beauty of trusting your lover enough to bare your soul. Your desires. And what she desired most was lying in bed with her right now.

  “Oh God. Were we too rough? Where does it hurt?” Mike knelt beside her, cupping her cheeks in his palms.

  She shoved his hands away, not want
ing to give in to the temptation they would surely bring once he realized she hadn’t been injured.

  “It will only hurt if you leave me,” she whispered, surprised at the scratchy tone of her voice, hoarse from her earlier screams.

  “Leave you? Kate, why the hell would I leave you?” He flipped on the bedside lamp, then returned to peer into her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? All the time we’ve spent together this summer—laughing, working and wanting each other—only dug me deeper. I wasn’t asking you out just to sleep with you. I’m not going anywhere…unless you make me.”

  “Never.” Her heart raced ten times faster than it had by the pool. She wanted to give him the world. “So, what’s your wildest fantasy?”

  “I’d…” He cut off then blew a breath toward the ceiling, unable to finish.

  “What could you possibly be afraid to say after what we just did?” She trailed her fingertips along his cheek.

  Mike’s sheepish grin sent shivers along her spine. “I’d like to make love, sweet and slow. Then build something lasting. In this house…with you.”

  “That’s a dream I share. Make it come true. For us both.”

  He lowered her to the bed then covered her eyelids with tender kisses. She welcomed him home with open arms.

  1

  Morgan aimed a puff of breath at the flame dancing on top of the candle.

  “Wait! Too fast! Didn’t you make a wish first?” Kate jerked the plate holding Morgan’s cupcake out of the trajectory of the warm air. The orange glow dimmed but didn’t extinguish. “There must be something you want.”

  Carnal visions burned hotter than the fire melting the sprinkle-coated frosting of her gourmet confection into a golden pool. The color reminded Morgan of the burnished skin of her crush. It should be illegal for Joe to gallivant without a shirt on as often as he did. Spectacular memories of his displays sparked her fantasies at the most inopportune moments of the day and wreaked havoc on her sleep patterns.

  Kate was polite enough not to hound her while she let her gaze wander, devouring the glistening expanse of Joe’s perfect shoulders. Morgan sighed when she thought about the painted wooden sign he’d crafted—and now hung—outside the plate-glass window of her fledgling bakery. It bore the name he’d helped her brainstorm. Sweet Treats.

  So thoughtful. And sexy as hell.

  It kind of surprised her not to see steam rolling off his bunched muscles. How could he be comfortable working half-naked in the brisk autumn air? She shook her head. The motion didn’t erase all the naughty ideas sabotaging her rationality. The dirty thoughts tempted her with a variety of ways to warm the handyman up when he finished his task and rejoined them inside.

  Morgan sighed when a snap of fingers returned her attention to the interior of her admittedly cute shop. It’d taken six months to decorate everything just so.

  “You going to pick something…maybe someone? Or are you planning to wait until wax drips all over your birthday cupcake?” Kate chuckled.

  Morgan decided denying her infatuation with Joe would be futile. Kate had been her best friend since grade school. The lucky bitch had referred the hunky craftsman and his crew of skilled friends in the peak of the summer heat—after she’d scored the crew’s foreman for herself.

  No way could Kate miss Morgan’s similar craving.

  The crew had taken on odd jobs, fixing up the crummy space in the strip mall that housed Morgan’s boutique in exchange for loads of the decadent goodies she whipped up. Damn, those guys could eat. She wondered if manual labor accounted for all of the voracious appetite they possessed. It had to take more than swinging a hammer to burn off those calories. Lord knew they found some way to stay fit and trim.

  She’d baked Joe’s favorite today—a caramel apple tart. He deserved that and more for his considerate gesture. Two customers had already stopped in to say the colorful sign had caught their eye. Thanks to him, she’d sold out of brownies and cheesecake long before the after-work rush. Too bad she couldn’t generate the nerve to offer him something a little more sinful than her luscious dessert as a reward.

  She’d considered it once or twice before, but she couldn’t stop drooling long enough to try. Always quick to flash his toned abs and rock solid biceps, Joe kept her off balance and lost in a haze of unvented desire. He’d become her favorite treat weeks ago. An instant addiction. Thoughts of him left her craving a taste—or more—of him in the dead of night.

  She bit her lip when he reached for something along the roofline. From his perch on the ladder, his body rippled with strength.

  “Damn, Kate. I don’t think the birthday fairy would sanction what I have in mind.” Morgan grimaced at the dopey grin on her friend’s face. Three months of blissful dating and wild nights with her boyfriend, Mike, had turned the woman into a ridiculous ball of giggles with a perma-smile. Worse were the googly eyes that emerged when the love of her life entered the room. Kate and Mike’s soul-deep bond was hell to be around.

  Jealousy didn’t exactly flatter a girl.

  “The big 3-0’s not until the weekend anyway.” Morgan pried her stare from Joe.

  “I know but Mike and I will be out of town then, so it counts today. Besides, you’ll never know if you don’t try.” Kate squeezed Morgan’s hand. “Sometimes dreams come true. Believe me.”

  Yep. There went that grin again. “Your face is going to stick like that if you’re not careful.”

  Kate kept right on beaming.

  Morgan swallowed hard then scrunched her eyes closed. She was tired of hoping Joe would ask her out. So she tried a new tactic instead.

  I wish I had the courage to ask him on a date. It’s time to move on. Time to try again. I wish I could take a risk—be wild for once in my life.

  When she blinked into the amber autumn light streaming through the window, Joe had vanished. A cosmic sign? Or had he needed some extra tool off his pickup?

  “So… Was Joe the only guy involved in that wish or did some of the other hot construction workers we know feature in it too?”

  Morgan’s mouth gaped open. More than Joe?

  She never would have confessed to greed that titanic on her own, but Kate knew her better than anyone. Morgan had thought about it. A lot. The way the guys worked seamlessly together on projects made their bond impossible to ignore. When they’d crowded upstairs—in her tiny apartment over the bakery—for beer and cookies, they’d overflowed the cramped space with testosterone and something a bit more elusive.

  Their camaraderie transcended their partnership. At least she thought it did. But she could have imagined the inside jokes, meaningful looks and secret smiles more common between lovers than friends.

  The men’s intimacy could have been a figment of her overactive imagination but there was no mistaking their open arms. They’d accepted her right away, making her more than just a friend of a friend. Every time Morgan witnessed the interplay between the partners, her mind had spun with possibilities. That didn’t mean she had to say so. “Isn’t it one of the cardinal rules of wishing—if you tell, it won’t come true?”

  “Come on, you don’t believe that nonsense do you?” Kate joked but persisted with a wiggle of her brows. “Fess up. You’ve wondered what it would be like to have them in your bed. At the very minimum, you’re burning up the sheets with Joe in your dreams.”

  “Okay, fine. How could any woman resist? They’re buff, hardworking, playful, sexy as sin and sweet. I’ve got it bad for Joe. So damn bad. Like, worse than our Bon Jovi lust in high school bad. He’s strong but gentle. I could talk to him for days. He’s always surprising me with little things that make my day. And the way he fills out those ripped jeans has me thinking I’m going into cardiac arrest every time he bends over. But the rest of the crew isn’t far behind. Hell I’m so distracted, I’ve burnt more cookies since they’ve come around than in all the rest of my life.”

  “About time you admitted it.”

  Morgan’s heart froze at the deep rumble over her sh
oulder. It kicked in triple time when a broad hand settled on the side of her neck. She jerked from the retro-dinette chair she and Joe had salvaged and restored last weekend.

  The sneaky bastard caught the vinyl-covered seat, saving it from crashing to the floor. Would he do the same for her if her jellied knees gave out?

  “You set me up.” She gaped at Kate, betrayal and humiliation burning her cheeks.

  “No, I’m sorry.” Her best friend stood, reaching out, but Morgan scooted further into the corner to avoid her seeking grasp. “I didn’t know he was there. I swear.”

  “I came through the kitchen. Left my boots out back so I wouldn’t track mud all over the place.” Joe waved toward his socks. His grin turned feral. “But I won’t pretend to be sorry about what I heard. You want me. Bad.”

  “Jerk!”

  “Maybe. But only because I’ve let this shit go on too long.” He scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “You’re so skittish. I planned to take things slow. I thought if I didn’t pressure you, you’d get comfortable with me. With the guys. I didn’t want to chance things. Didn’t want you to run.”

  “Tell him why, Morgan.” Kate’s soft advice rankled. “Tell him about—”

  “Hell, no. Not now. Not after this.” Morgan’s hands flailed in the air. Her glare whipped between her best friend and the stud she’d made a fool of herself over.

  “Kate, maybe it’d be best if you did a little sharing of your own.”

  Joe had never used that stern tone in Morgan’s presence before. She hated how it dampened her panties when she wanted nothing more than to escape. It wasn’t as if she could take back her declaration. Upstairs, she could lick her wounds. Maybe in a year or five she could show her face around her friends again.

  “I…” The other woman attempted to speak but had to clear her throat and start over. Twice.

  Her hesitation glued Morgan’s sneakers to the floor.

  “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Kate. Neither of you do.” Joe stroked her friend’s hair.