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Griff dipped one digit into the tightness of her asshole. Her muscles clenched around him, a pleasant contraction that made her vagina spasm around Corey’s cock. When Griff slowly sank his finger in deeper, she moaned. Corey swore graphically, the motion of his thrusting cock stilling completely.

“You like how that looks?” Griff asked him.

“Jesus… Holy shit, Griff.”

Griff continued manipulating her hole with teasing strokes of his gel-coated finger. “Thinking about stuffing your huge dick in there?”

Even as Erica gasped, both thrilled and apprehensive, Corey hesitated. “I’ve never done that to anyone. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Show off,” Griff drawled. He murmured in Erica’s ear. “Have you ever had anyone in your ass before?”

Erica shook her head. “But I have…” she stumbled over the humiliating confession, “…toys.”

Pulling back, Griff stared at her. This time when he laughed it was a sound full of admiration. “Erica Shannon, you are my kind of woman. You want me to fuck this beautiful, tight ass of yours, don’t you? You naughty little tart.”

Erica blushed at his teasing, at the unexpected deliciousness of being called a tart when she’d never been anything but prim and ladylike. At least never before tonight.

With a groan of tortured disappointment, Corey withdrew from her body to give Griff room. Griff’s lightly haired thighs pressed against the back of hers as he nudged at her back entrance with the head of his penis.

The first press of his shaft into her body made Erica still. “Relax,” he told her, and with a long release of breath she did. Her body grew more pliant, allowing her to accept Griff’s careful entry.

Erica lost her breath, so stunned was she by the shock of sensations. There was a level of discomfort she could never have been entirely prepared for, no matter how many times her toys had been put to use. Griff remained motionless, letting her grow accustomed to having him seated so deep inside her. She felt the ragged draw and exhale of his breath on her back and knew he wanted to move faster, but he refrained. For her sake.

He snaked a hand around her body, finding the thatch of springy wet curls at her front. He flicked a finger over the flowering bud of nerves buried within. The spike of pleasure was intense. She rocked back against him in reaction. Then he began to move his cock in her ass with confident strokes while he increased the pressure on her clit with his finger.

The urge to hurtle at high speed to the end welled inside her. “Oh God, Griff. Griff…”

“Easy.” He moved his hand away from her mound and shortened the length of his thrusts. “It gets better.”

Better?
Any better and she might shatter. Yet she knew he was right when he removed her hands from the wall, holding her steady with his sturdy body while Corey stepped around to stand before her.

He was so big. His chest was smooth, the lightly tanned skin packed full of strong, well-defined muscles. His penis was beautiful, sprouting from the patch of thick dark hair between his legs like a promise.

“God, Erica.” Corey stepped forward, but Griff put a hand on his chest to stop him from grabbing her and stuffing her full of his cock in one desperate plunge.

Griff’s hand remained on Corey’s chest, the tanned fingers splayed over his pectoral. Corey looked over her shoulder at Griff, something passing between them in the eye contact. A secret, a mystery Erica wasn’t sure she should be privy to. If there was more to Griff and Corey’s relationship than met the eye, now wasn’t the time to figure it out. Right now she was willing to be selfish and concentrate on her own pleasure. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop back on Griff’s shoulder.

Griff withdrew from her body slowly, making Erica yelp in protest. But a moment later he held her by the legs and lifted her up, opening her wide so Corey could step into the V made by her thighs.

His hard chest brushed the sensitive tips of her breasts. The need for release was so thinly stretched that her feminine muscles clenched at the scant contact. Corey’s chest vibrated with the rumbling noise he made, as though he shared the precipice on which she teetered.

“Wrap your legs around him, Erica.”

She did as Griff instructed, and the instant her feet met at the base of Corey’s spine his cock cleaved a path all the way to the door of her cervix.

Erica clutched Corey’s shoulders, her fingernails digging deep into the flesh. His face was a mask of ecstasy and restraint as he moved inside her. He filled her utterly, crowding into her feminine spaces and bringing her to life.

Into her ear, Griff murmured, “I’m going to come back inside you now.”

Corey withdrew enough to allow Griff entry. Griff groaned as he sank his cock into her in one gliding motion. Corey supported her with his strong frame while Griff pumped into her ass a few frantic times. Then he slowed once more, allowing Corey to ease her pussy over his erection.

They were both inside her, filling and extending her body to its outer limits.

“God, God, God.” She buried her face in Corey’s neck and held him so tight her arms shook.

“Is it okay?” Corey asked.

She wriggled between them, her flesh sliding between Corey’s chest and Griff’s back. “It’s unbelievable. Please, I want you to move.”

“You want us to fuck you,” Griff murmured in her ear. “Say it like that. I want to hear those dirty words coming out of your prim, schoolteacher mouth.”

Griff punctuated his statement with a slow rotation of his hips. “Oh God, yes.” Erica relented. “Fuck me, please. I want you both to fuck me.”

They began taking turns inside her depths, working together like alternating pistons. Corey would drive his cock all the way home, right to her G-spot. Then as he pulled back, Griff would slide into her ass. It was slow at first while the men got used to each other’s rhythm. Soon enough they started moving with almost mechanical precision.

But they weren’t machines, they were men. Hot, healthy and full of passion. Their breathing was ragged, their moans tortured. They both needed to climax, as much as she did, and were hanging on to their control by the tips of their fingers.

Corey bent his head, his teeth nipping at her neck while his hands moved up to cover her breasts. “It’s incredible,” he said. “I can feel…”

“We can feel each other, Erica,” Griff finished Corey’s thought. “Through that thin wall of tissue you have inside you. I can feel Corey’s cock sliding against mine.”

The cadence of Corey’s thrusts increased as though he could no longer exert mastery over the pace. “I’m going to lose it.”

Griff slid his hand between Erica’s legs. His knuckles brushed Corey’s stomach as he did so and Erica felt Corey’s recoil, heard the sharp gasp that fell out of him at the contact. “Griff…oh shit.”

Griff located Erica’s clitoris just as Corey jerked his release inside her. With fast-circling fingers, Griff pushed her toward her own climax. The sensations came at her from so many directions Erica hardly knew where or when her orgasm began. It was simply there, all around her like a rainstorm, inside her like a thousand tiny sparks of lightning.

Then Griff’s thrusts grew savage in her ass. Erica’s pussy clenched the remnants of her orgasm around Corey’s still-hard cock as Griff let out an all-mighty roar, his organ pulsing inside her with the fury of his release.

Corey leaned back against the shower wall, his arms banding Erica tight to him. Griff all but collapsed on her back, wedging her between them. She felt as heavy and immovable as a bag of wet sand, replete in a way she had never been before.

If these were her last moments on earth, she’d die a happy woman.

The thought gripped her in its icy fingers. A chill chased its way over her body.

“Baby, are you cold?”

Cold didn’t cover it. The steam still billowing around them was hot, but Erica was suddenly frozen inside. Reality had returned with the brutal force of an ice storm.

She’d die a happy woman.

But she didn’t want to die. She wanted to live.

“Hey, Red. What’s up?”

Griff pulled out of her body, his voice a soothing timbre. Erica levered away from Corey’s chest until he too released her. With shaking hands, Erica opened the shower door and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself.

It didn’t do any good. The chill was on the inside.

Someone shut off the water. Erica glanced back to see Corey and Griff stepping out of the stall, concerned looks on their faces. They were big, naked and wet. The reckless impulse that had compelled her to seek out this encounter made little sense to her now. She’d just let two men she barely knew inside her body. She’d let them
fuck
her, begged them to.

In her aunt’s shower—her conservative spinster aunt who would never have approved of this kind of behavior.

What on earth had she been thinking?

“I…I’m sorry.” She had no idea what she was apologizing for, but Erica was beyond cogent thought. Now that the whirlwind of crazy passion had died down, she was appalled at herself.

Without another word, Erica dashed out of the bathroom. She made her way to the bedroom across the hall, the one that had been hers since that summer she was twelve and life as she knew it changed irrevocably. She pulled her robe from its hanger and slipped it on.

“Erica?”

She turned to see Corey standing in the doorway to her bedroom wearing only his jeans and an expression of deep remorse. “Did we hurt you?”

Erica shook her head. She couldn’t let him think that.

“You’re upset.” He stepped into the room and put his hands on her shoulders. “Why?”

“I…I don’t know.” She offered the lie because she knew she couldn’t spill the entire truth to Corey. He was a nice guy—a
wonderful
guy. He would probably feel obligated to comfort her if he knew…

Erica crossed her arms over her chest, trying to warm her suddenly chilled fingers. She brushed the spot on the side of her left breast where it was.

The lump.

Erica trembled, horrified anew at the implications of it. The same implications that it had held for Aunt Claire a year ago, for her mother over two decades before that.

Oh God.

“Erica, you’re scaring me.”

Erica had been scared for as long as she could remember. That’s the person she was, timid, fearful. Not the bold, adventurous woman Griff and Corey had seen tonight. She’d wanted to remind herself she was alive, to live fearlessly, recklessly and completely, even for just a moment.

But that moment was over. Now, she had to face reality. She had to do what she should have done from the first. Make an appointment with her doctor and prepare for the worst.

Because the worst could be here sooner than she’d expected.

 

“I’m all right.”

From the hallway Griff heard Erica’s words and recognized the patent untruth. He zipped his jeans and headed for the bedroom.

Apparently Corey was as unconvinced by Erica’s assurance as Griff. “Tell me, baby. Are you upset because of what I…because you thought I was interested in Griff?”

Griff halted his strides, freezing in the bedroom doorway. His heart seized in his chest as he stared at Corey’s broad, bare back. Moonlight shining through the window and the light from the hall provided soft illumination. Griff could just make out the way Erica’s head shifted from side to side.

“I suspected you were. It doesn’t bother me.”

Erica suspected it? Griff had been sure he’d imagined those few hot looks Corey sent his way, the crackling awareness that had popped up between them. He’d figured it was all a product of his own wishful imagination.

But Erica had seen something too. Not only that, it didn’t faze her. Had Griff really thought she’d be the closed-minded, judgmental type? From her sexy performance in the shower and now this, Griff realized he’d been dead wrong about her.

She was in fact the perfect woman.

And Corey, Griff’s perfect man, his dirty little infatuation, was
interested
in him.

Holy fuck.

“Whatever else happened, it doesn’t change what I feel about you,” Corey was saying. “I care about you, Erica. I know you must think I do this sort of thing all the time, but I don’t. You’re special to me.”

“You’re special to both of us.”

The two of them turned, making Griff understand he’d said the words aloud. His palms started to sweat. He didn’t tell his one-night-women they were special because he wasn’t the lying kind. But the truth rang in his words, bringing a sense of déjà vu.

He’d been this quick with Anna and Jack. One night and he was a goner. Oh man was he in trouble.

Their declarations had the opposite effect on Erica than the one they’d intended. She stepped away from Corey, her face setting in grim lines. “You don’t have to say that. It was very nice of you both to bring me home and… Well, it was nice. Thank you, but I’m fine.”

Thank you?
What was with this woman and all the gratitude? They ought to be thanking her, not the other way around.

“It was nice?” Corey’s tone was incredulous. “That doesn’t do it justice. Erica, come on. You’re not trying to say you want us to leave now. Are you?”

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