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  He laid the flat of his tongue on her anus and licked a wild pattern.

  She screamed and her body pulsed in rhythm with the spasms racing along the length of her channel. The ripples pulled and pushed his fingers, making his cock jump with need.

  His breath came fast and licks of fire raced his spine. He had to hold on, couldn’t embarrass himself by coming in his jeans. But he’d been too long without a woman. No, without Megan. After Chicago, no other woman even tempted him.

  Trey’s hands circled her waist and held her upright as her knees weakened and her palm flattened on Garret’s head for support.

  “Trey. Garret.” Megan’s breathy voice came between her panting. “You are every fantasy, every pleasure, all rolled into one perfect package.”

  Trey chuckled.

  The three of them together were perfect. He wanted this to last. Garret eased his fingers from her and gave her a bruising nip on the ass.

  She sucked in a breath. “What was that for?” Laughing, she turned to look at him.

  He met her stare. “You’re branded now, Megan.” He landed an open-mouth kiss on the spot he’d marked. “You’re the property of the McGatlin brothers.” He stood, sliding his hands up her ribs to cup her breasts.

  “Good plan, brother.” Trey leaned into the soft skin between her hip and her mound. Pressing his lips to her, he sucked, leaving a love bruise.

  She tipped her head back onto Garret’s shoulder. “After that orgasm, you’ll get no argument from me.”

  Trey got to his feet. Completely dressed, he couldn’t stand quite straight with the hard bulge in his jeans. “Still too many clothes going on here.”

  As his brother tugged the quilt off the bed and let it drop to the floor, Garret lifted Megan and set her on the bedsheets. “Don’t move.” He looked down at her.

  He stared at her pretty face, pink from her climax, full lips meant for kissing and sucking, eyelids fluttering over her sensual gaze.

  His cock hardened painfully. Carefully, he unzipped and shucked his jeans and briefs, pulling off his boots and socks as he went. By the time he turned back to the bed, Trey was buck naked lying on his side next to her, tracing her breasts with a lazy finger. She lay boneless, a satisfied smile on her face.

  Wrapping his finger and thumb around the base of his shaft, he walked toward her. She wasn’t going to be lounging around for very long.

  ****

  Megan brushed her fingers along Trey’s jaw. Her men had given her a climax that still tingled through her, convulsing in tiny pulses in her core. They’d hit all her pleasure points, tripling the intensity, weakening her body and flash-freezing her mind.

  Her cowboy looked at her, his blue eyes intense with more than just lust. He had such deep emotion lurking inside him, and she’d love to be the woman who could bring out those feelings.

  Garret’s thighs bumped the side of the mattress. “I’m hard for you, baby.” He held his cock in his hand.

  Megan grinned. Yep, then there was Garret. He didn’t choose the action hero lifestyle by chance. He was hard and tough inside and out. He did have a softer side. She’d seen glimpses of it in Chicago and on the plane today. He’d never admit to it, and she’d have a tough time convincing him to get in touch with his feelings.

  Grinning, she stared at his long, thick cock and licked her lips. She’d have a fun time trying, though. She looked at Trey and slid her hand down his chest to his belly, where his cock bounced and pulsed against the back of her hand. “You’re hard for me too, cowboy?”

  He gripped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “You tell me. Hard enough?”

  “Like a rock.” Hot and silky, she’d never tasted him. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

  His breathing halted.

  “I want to taste your cum, let it shoot down my throat.”

  “Fuck. Me.” He mumbled the words, but his eyes turned inky blue and his teeth gritted together.

  “I ain’t felt your pussy around my cock, baby.” Garret put a knee on the bed.

  Megan reached out and gripped his shaft. “I want you inside me. Pumping hard...” Her eyes fluttered shut as a race of desire skittered through her, centering in her core, wetting her pussy lips with juices that tricked from her slit.

  “Goddamn, I can’t wait.” The mattress moved as Garret pushed off it. “Get on your knees, Megan. Hands and knees.”

  Two sets of hands helped her get into position and with her action hero’s guidance, her legs spread to where he wanted them. Trey knelt in front of her, brushing her hair from her face, tucking it over one shoulder.

  She looked up at him, opened her mouth, and flicked her tongue over her lips.

  “I don’t need more of an invitation than that.” Trey’s low voice rumbled as he grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and gave a tug, setting her mouth at the perfect level, inches from his weeping cock.

  “Brother,” Garret’s voice came from behind her. “You’ll never forget the suckin’ she’s about to give you. It haunts my dreams.”

  “Sweetheart.” Trey’s eyes glistened. “Take it.”

  She widened her mouth and inched forward, sucking in his head as he pushed into her. Salty and warm, she licked the drops of pre-cum as he slid in deeper. His musky, woodsy scent snuck into her nostrils, and all she wanted was to please him, give him all of herself.

  He backed out slowly and she whined. Placing her hand on his ass cheek, she pulled him into her. Deep to the back of her mouth, pushing downward into her throat, she relaxed and let him in, let him go all the way until her lips bumped the root of his cock.

  “Aw, sweetheart.” He pulled her hair to guide her back, then slid into her again. “The way you suck, it’s got me right...on...the...edge.”

  With a snap of a latex condom, Garret’s weight dipped the mattress and his hands grasped her ass. “Hold on, Trey, let me get there.”

  Between her calves, Garret took his position, the hair on his legs tickling her calves and thighs. The blunt tip of his shaft traced the slit of her pussy, down and up, over and over, until she thrust her ass toward him, needing his heat inside her, driving and pumping.

  “Wet and slick. Yeah.” He swallowed loudly between heavy breaths. “This is going to be epic.” He held her still, sliding just the knob of his cock into her.

  Trey released her hair and cupped her face, his thumbs tracing the curves where her suction on his cock pulled her cheeks in. He moved slowly, in and out, long deep thrusts. He had to be pacing himself. “So beautiful. You taking me in, making love to me this way.”

  She wished she could see his whole face, see the emotion, share the moment.

  Garret’s grip on her ass cheeks tightened. “Now, baby.” He slid into her pussy, all the way to his balls, his hips pressing tight against her ass and thighs. “Yeah, that’s it.”

  Her canal stretched to accommodate his girth, her core shifted and softened to take all his impressive length. Deep inside her belly, sparks grew to a consuming flame.

  She hummed around Trey’s cock, breathing when he pulled out, swallowing when he pressed himself down her throat.

  Garret slowly eased out of her, then thrust back in, hard and fast. “Baby, you’re so hot and slippery.” His hands slid to the top of her thighs, holding her where he wanted her.

  She waited for his next withdrawal, but he stayed buried in her and rotated his hips.

  The movement along her channel intensified the heat burning in her core.

  With a grunt, Trey started moving faster, his hips pumping his cock into her, then out, finding a rhythm.

  In seconds, Garret found the same beat, sliding out of her then back in, choreographing his movements with his brother’s.

  She closed her eyes and let the powerful sensation of being loved by her two men overwhelm her, send her nipples tingling, and licks of flame racing along her spine. Her mind transported her out of body and into a muzzy state of near climax. She would come just from the bliss o
f giving her guys everything they wanted from her.

  But then, Garret’s hand touched her clit, and she couldn’t resist her body’s cry. Blasting into orbit, spinning and whirling in darkness, she moaned around Trey’s shaft, clenched and convulsed her channel around Garret’s hot cock.

  “Hell, I’m gonna...” Trey took her hair in his fist as his shaft swelled in her mouth.

  Through her receding orgasm, she sobered herself just enough to give her men what they needed. Reaching for Trey’s sac, she cupped his tight balls in her palm, crossed her first two fingers, and pressed them into that sweet spot back behind his balls.

  He shot like a power sprayer, his cum hot and ropy as it filled her mouth, the tangy-sweet taste different than Garret’s had been on her tongue.

  Behind her, the action star mumbled curses, then shouted. “Can’t hold off.”

  Megan tightened her still-convulsing channel and shoved herself back onto his cock with each of his forward thrusts.

  Gripping her hips with both hands, he pounded her, his breath puffing hot and fast, warming her back with its intensity.

  Trey slowed as his body shuddered.

  Using her thumb and finger, she pressed the base of his cock, sliding her digits up his staff, sucking the last drops of ejaculate from him. Looking up into his eyes, she kissed his head, taking one last lick.

  He sat back on the bed, tunneled his fingers through her hair, and leaned in for a kiss.

  With a shout, Garret’s rhythmic jackhammering turned into fierce, erratic pumps into her core, his hands shaking as the held her tightly to him.

  Then he was still. “Baby. Never had sex that good.”

  Trey’s lips on hers curved in a smile. “Yeah. Sweet, tight pussy. Hot mouth with those sexy lips...” He nibbled on them. “That tongue that makes a man your slave.”

  She smiled and lapped him with her tongue. “I’d like that. You two hunks becoming my slaves.” She looked over her shoulder at Garret, who was still balls-deep in her, breathing hard and looking like he could collapse at any moment. “I’d get to order you around.”

  Garret let out a chuckle. “Ain’t nobody had us hogtied yet, Ms. Megan. But if anybody could make it happen...” Slowly, he pulled his shaft out, sending charges of lust through her belly. He climbed off the bed.

  “Yeah, it’d be you.” Trey pulled her to him, laying back and cradling her against his chest.

  His heart beat rapidly under her cheek. Her own heart was stuttering at their words. “You two always know what to say to make me melt.”

  Garret returned from the bathroom and flopped down on the bed next to her.

  Megan rolled onto her back and flung her arms over each of her men’s chests.

  They instantly began caressing her, Trey’s hands much coarser than Garret’s, the contrast amazingly sexy.

  “While you’re melted...” Trey’s fingers traced her shoulder and continued to her breast.

  Garret rolled onto his side, propping his head on his bent arm. “We’re gonna turn melted into hot-as-lava.” He leaned in and suckled her nipple, releasing it with a pop. “If you’re ready.”

  As quivers shook her belly, her stomach rumbled. Biting back a smile, she willed her hunger away. With her nerves as jumbled as they’d been all day, she hadn’t eaten anything but a piece of toast early that morning.

  Trey slid his palm to her belly button. “You hungry?”

  She grasped his wrist and tugged his hand back up to her breast. “Just for more of this.”

  He cupped her breast and ran his tongue in a circle around her nipple. “A taste of you is all I need, but Inez put a casserole in the oven before she left.”

  Her mouth watered.

  “Wait.” Garret sat up. “Not her famous tortilla cheese thing.”

  “Yep.” Trey gazed into her eyes as he teased her nipple. “With sour cream and guacamole for topping...”

  Megan’s stomach rumbled so loudly, both men laughed. She grimaced. “Stop talking food, you’re making me percolate.”

  Chapter Four

  Megan admired Garret’s bulky muscles as he rolled off the bed.

  “Let’s eat first.” He pulled on his jeans. “It’ll give us strength to do it all night.”

  “Do it?” Trey eased off the bed and reached for her, helping her stand. “Real nice, hotshot.”

  Jeez, the minute they were out of bed, they started at each other. “I kind of like ‘do it.’ It sounds so...wicked.”

  Trey picked up her blouse and handed it to her. “All right then. Let’s eat then get back to doing it.”

  She smiled. The only thing she’d seen of the ranch was the house, and she was curious. “Can I get a quick tour of the ranch, first? Before the sun goes down?” She slid off the bed. “I promise not to ask a million questions. It won’t take long, then we can get back to the important stuff.”

  “Sure.” Garret smacked her butt as he walked past. “I’d like to see the place, too. It’s been a while.”

  Trey’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak.

  “Give me a few minutes to change and freshen up.” She felt a little sticky and musky.

  As Garret set her suitcase on the bed, Trey tugged her close. “You smell sexy.” He rubbed his hard shaft on her belly. “I’d like to freshen you up with my tongue.”

  Her breath stalled as her pussy tightened, wanting him licking between her legs.

  “Hey.” Garret moved in behind her, pulling her hair aside and kissing her neck. “I thought we decided to eat.” He chuckled. “And I mean whatever’s in the oven downstairs, not Megan’s sweet cunt.”

  She shivered with a spike of lust, but put a hand on each of their chests and pushed. It was like trying to move solid rock, but they stepped back. “Chow first.” She walked away from them. “Now get out of here or we’ll end up burning the casserole.”

  “Damn.” Garret picked up his jeans and shorts and jogged out the door and down the stairs.

  Trey shrugged. “Can’t blame him. If I’d been without Inez’s cooking for as long as he has, I’d be the same way.”

  She unzipped her suitcase. “I bet it’s nice to have him home.” She tried to sound light and breezy, but she would love to know what he thought about Garret’s comments in the truck.

  “Yeah.” Trey stared out the window as he tugged on his jeans. “See you downstairs, sweetheart.” He winked at her as he left the room.

  She watched him go. They were the most fascinating men she’d ever met. She selected jean shorts, a tank top, and a new white lace bra and panty set, and headed for the bathroom. Combining her life with theirs would be twice as complicated as building a relationship with one man, but well worth the effort.

  Flipping the light switch in the bathroom, her gasp echoed through the room. “Seriously amazing.” Gray and maroon tiles covered the floor and walls, a huge walk-in shower with multiple showerheads took up one whole wall. A black whirlpool tub, big enough for three, sat in one corner.

  She ran her fingers over one of the thick black towels hanging on a bar. Biting her lip, she considered how long it would take her to shower. Long enough to have Trey coming up here to check on her? “Sorry, cowboy.” She twisted the faucet and water shot out of the showerheads. “But this girl just can’t resist.”

  ****

  Trey found his brother in the big, white kitchen, using a fork to pick at the glass casserole dish he’d pulled out of the oven. He’d found an old shirt in the mudroom, a plaid button-down with the sleeves ripped off, and wore it open in the front.

  “Damn good,” Garret mumbled through a mouthful of Inez’s specialty.

  Trey breathed deep, the corn tortillas and southwest spices making his stomach rumble. “She misses you, too.”

  Garret set his fork down, leaned against the white marble countertop, and gave him a stare. “You’re trying to get me to make up my mind before I’ve even unpacked my suitcase.”

  He lifted his hands in surrender. “Nope. I was jus
t sayin’ what she told me this morning.” He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out two bottles of beer. Handing one to his brother, he searched for the right words.

  Trey wanted Garret here with him, helping with the ranch and the side businesses they ran. “You’ll do what you want, no matter what I say.”

  Garret stiffened.

  That hadn’t come out right.

  “You don’t have a say.” His brother set his beer down untasted, and leaned his elbows on the counter, looking out the bank of windows set low between the counter and the cabinets. “Remember whose life it is?”

  The panoramic view of the ranch buildings usually calmed Trey, but today, it edged his nerves to a razor point.

  “No, I don’t have a say.” Trey took a swig. “But if you decide to go back to LA permanently, I’m gonna need to hire someone to help manage the place.”

  Garret let out a long breath, still staring out the window.

  Tray had told his brother a year ago the Silver Spur had grown too big for one man and a foreman to handle. Garret had been going back and forth on his decision since then. Maybe having Megan here would help him decide. “And I need the help now, little brother.”

  Turning to face him, Garret grinned. “When you get serious like that, you sound just like Dad.” He picked up his beer and took a long pull.

  Sounded. Just. Like. Dad. Trey was half proud of being like the man he admired most in the world, and half annoyed that his brother had made the comment only to irk him.

  “I’m going to take that as a compliment, even if it wasn’t meant that way.” He set his beer down and straightened to his full height.

  Shrugging, Garret inspected the label on his bottle. “It was meant as a compliment.” He met his gaze. “You’ve found your place in the world, you know who you are and what’s going to happen tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that.”

  Trey deflated a little hearing the uncertainty in Garret’s voice. “And you?”