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But how could she broach the subject now after making such a fuss?

She pretended to murmur in her sleep and scooted closer. Teeth ground; a muffled laugh from Bobby made the mattress quiver beneath her. And she wondered at the fact the two men seemed so comfortable snuggled up so close. Maybe they were gay.

The thought arrested her rising excitement. Two beautiful men, a deserted cabin in the middle of a blizzard—and maybe she'd found the only two cowboys in Colorado who wouldn't be eager to share a little sexy heat. What a damn shame that would be.

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Kate kept her eyes closed, trying to get a rein on her raging hormones. She didn't know who these guys were, what they were, but she'd been ready to risk everything for a little revenge sex. She was just as low as David, but at least he'd been honest about his needs.

Disappointed with herself, she held still as the man behind her began to move.

"Gotta put more logs in the furnace," Cale muttered. He had to get away.

He'd woken with his hand cupping a slice of heaven, a perky little nipple poking at his palm. He was as hard and horny as a man could get, and he needed some space to get control of himself before he gave the woman a damn good reason to be afraid.

Bobby mumbled a protest and pressed closer, not willing to lose the warm place he'd drifted in his sleep.

"Snuggle up to our guest while I'm gone." Cale extricated himself from his embrace and crawled down to the foot of the mattress.

The mattress rose. Footsteps padded away. Bobby cracked open one eye and looked across to the blonde still huddled at the far side of the mattress. Her breaths hadn't deepened, she hadn't made a single murmur, but instinct told him she was wide awake. Since she wasn't jumping up and screaming her head off, he wondered how far she'd let him get before making some noise.

He sighed as though he was annoyed and scooted across the mattress. When he carefully draped an arm around her waist, she rolled to her back, her eyes still closed tightly. 26

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Her face was growing pink across her cheeks. A smile tugged at his lips, and he closed his eyes too, peeking at her from beneath his lashes as he tightened his arm, which rode just beneath her breasts. A little quiver gave away her excitement. Coming closer, he pretended to sleepily nuzzle the corner of her shoulder and swept his thigh over her hip, bringing his cock up against her.

It twitched and hardened.

"Really think I'd sleep through that?" she whispered breathily.

He opened his eyes to find her baby blues staring back at him. "Who says I thought you were asleep?" Her nose wrinkled. "Think he noticed?"

"I think he's a little preoccupied with the part of him that's hurting to know you've been playin' possum on us."

"You don't seem to mind."

One dark eyebrow arched in wicked delight. "Neither do you."

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth as though she was thinking hard about her decision. Then she gave him a coy look from beneath her gold-tipped lashes. "Think he'd be mad if we raised the stakes on the game?" Bobby's lips twitched. "Gonna make him suffer a little longer?"

"Would he? I wasn't sure you two weren't ... you know ... together."

Bobby trailed a finger down her cheek. "Sometimes we are. But usually only out of necessity. Your being here is an unexpected blessing for us both."

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Footsteps scraped outside the bedroom door. "He's coming," she whispered.

They both closed their eyes and scooted closer. The soft scrapes neared the bed, and Cale muttered a curse under his breath.

Bobby nearly laughed, knowing Cale was regretting giving up his place beside her. But Cale surprised him, crawling onto the bed on the other side of the woman, squeezing up against the wall.

Bobby cracked his eyes open. "She's still asleep," he whispered, more for her sake than Cale's.

Cale stretched out on his side, facing them both. "Do you think she's gonna press charges if she wakes up between the two of us?"

"Maybe we should make goin' to jail worthwhile," he said with a wicked jag of his eyebrows.

Cale grinned and glanced at the woman lying quietly between them. His chest rose on a hopeful sigh. "She's mighty pretty."

"Maybe we should have a peek at the rest of her ... while she's sleeping." Bobby bit back a chuckle when her breaths stilled altogether. She wasn't telling them not to—that was close enough to permission for him.

"Maybe we're crossing a line here," Cale said.

"A peek. It's not like we're gonna molest her anything. Just seein' what we've been touchin' all along."

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Before Cale's conscience put a halt to his play, Bobby slowly pulled back the edge of the covers, exposing her breasts to both their gazes.

"Nice," Cale whispered. "Much prettier when they're not blue."

"Look soft too. Maybe I should just make sure."

"Bobby..." Cale said shaking his head. The woman had other ideas, sucking in a deep breath and muttering softly, then gliding her hand up her belly to rest atop one breast, her thumb and forefinger framing a nipple.

"Almost like she's offering us a taste..."

"Buddy," Cale said, warning in his voice. "We saved her life. Doesn't mean she owes us a thing."

"Maybe she just wants things to get a whole lot hotter. Ever think about that?"

Kate felt ready to scream the way the two men kept talking, staring at her, both of their cocks hardening against her sides, but not doing a damn thing to take the decision out of her hands. She wanted them to because she was basically a coward. Her plan was simple: let them get all worked up and begin some sexy little caresses, she'd wake up and be taken by surprise but already be so aroused she couldn't help but go along with it. At least that was her story, and she'd stick to it until the day she died.

But it seemed like the one "not Bobby" had some scruples about taking advantage of an unconscious woman.
Hell.
She opened her eyes, her gaze swinging from one frozen face to the wicked gleam in Bobby's eyes. "Hi," she whispered, wanting to groan she sounded so lame. 29

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"Hi yourself," the unnamed man said, grabbing the edge of the cover to pull it back up. But he tugged to no avail, because Bobby wouldn't let it go.

"It's okay. I'm a little warm," she said, her voice sounding a little high-pitched even to her own ears.

"It's not what it seems," he said, glaring at Bobby. "We just woke up and were getting ready to wake you and see how you felt."

"Right, we're all interested in how you feel," Bobby said.

"Uh huh," she murmured, narrowing her gaze on Bobby. Then she turned to The Bear. "I'm much better. All warm. Nothing stinging anymore. Thanks. You two saved my life."

"I went into the river after you," Bobby said, drawing her attention back.

Interesting that he thought he had to compete. "I remember. Thanks to you, too."

"I hauled your a—" the big guy cleared his throat. "I got you up the bank and into the car, drove you here and..."

"Stripped me naked. I know. It was necessary. I do understand."

"Guess, since you're warm and all, we should probably get dressed," he mumbled.

Not where she wanted this to go. "It's dark outside. Wouldn't you just have to get right back in bed?"

"There is another b—"

Bobby coughed, cutting off his friend. "You're right. Maybe we could just keep to our own sides."

"Seems you already have your own sides," she said softly. Green eyes widened.

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Bobby snickered. "Not a whole lot we can do from those sides."

"Really?" she said and stretched, arching her back and sighing with satisfaction when both males dropped their gazes to her breasts. She squeezed the hand still cupping a nipple.

"I'm thinking there are two interesting places to start." There, she'd said it. How much clearer did she have to be?

"Just to get this straight," the slow one said, his voice deepening. "You are awake, right? And I'm not dreamin'?"

"I'm thinking I'm still dreaming," she teased. "Two handsome men beside me in bed. Everyone warm and cozy. But you're right. It might feel more real if I actually had some names to attach to my dream men."

"I'm Bobby," Bobby said, lifting his hand as though they'd been introduced in church.

She took the hand warming her breast and placed it inside his palm. "Katherine, but you can call me Kate."

"I'm Cale," the other man said, leaning closer. She glanced from one to the other and slowly smiled.

"Since we know each other so well now, do you think we could dispense with manners? That or I'm going to have to ask you both to leave because something awfully embarrassing seems to be happening to me."

"What's that, sweetheart?" Bobby crooned.

"I'm wet," she whispered.

"
Dayum
." Cale breathed deeply. Bobby lifted one dark brow.

"Bobby," Cale said, swallowing hard. "Under the sink in the bathroom."

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"Huh?" Bobby raised both eyebrows then met Cale's gaze.

"Yeah, be right back." He rolled off the bed. "Fuck, the floor's cold."

Kate swung her gaze to Cale.

"We'll take care of you."

The way he said it, so solemnly, sent a shiver down her spine. His meaning finally sunk in. She hadn't given a single thought to protection. "It's weird, but I trust you."

"Don't trust that bastard."

She smiled. "He's your friend."

"Yeah, I know him best. And he tends to shoot first and then cuss."

Kate couldn't stop the giggle that erupted sharp and quick.

"So you're the nice one?"

"Uhhhh ... maybe just the one who thinks with more than his dick."

Her breath caught at the mention of the part of his body snuggled closest to her hip. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Don't have to explain a thing."

"I know. Just thought you might like to know a little about me. Besides the fact I don't look good blue."

"Oh you're pretty whatever color you are. Even redcheeked like now." Bobby padded back to the bedroom. "Didn't know how many we'd need. So I brought the box."

"Good for a start," Cale muttered.

"So, you're not nice," she drawled, "but you are pretty sure of yourself."

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"We know our way around a lady's body," Cale said, in that same solemn tone. "Trust us not to scare you?"

"I'm not easily frightened. Not by anything you two might bring."

Bobby slipped under the covers and came in close, a hand sweeping over her belly under the covers. "Maybe I should check and see if you're about to make a mess of the sheets." She wrinkled her nose. "That wasn't sexy."

"You're wrong, Kate," he said, his voice a smooth, whispering caress. Fingers trailed downward, slipping between her legs.

Her thighs clamped hard around his hand and then slowly eased as he gently slid between her folds.

"Relax. Just gettin' acquainted."

"Now that we're on a first name basis...?"

"First base, second. What's touching a wet pussy, Cale?"

"I'm not much into fucking baseball," Cale said, still holding back.

"But he is into fucking women," Bobby said, his fingers gliding deeper, touching the edges of her furled lips. "If you wondered about us."

"I thought you might be gay," she said, answering his teasing tone. "Until a couple somethings kept poking at me."

"Would it matter if we weren't all that particular about what we poked?"

Kate blinked. "I don't know. Um, are you talking each other or me, at the same time?"

"How 'bout both?"

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Kate's body answered the question, releasing a gush of arousal that made Bobby moan as he dipped deeper into her.

"She's okay with it. Now, let's stop talking circles around it and just fuck."

Cale grunted, giving her one last look that seemed to ask her permission.

Could she really do this? She was far, far away from home. No one would ever know.

She reached up, threaded her fingers into the thick hair at Cale's nape and dragged him down to her mouth. His kiss was soft, exploring, lips molding hers in sexy circles. She parted her lips and then gasped into his mouth as Bobby dove under the covers and tunneled toward her legs. Hands pushed open her thighs and another set of lips smoothed over her mound and nipped the soft flesh. She opened wider.

Cale lifted his head, rolled the covers down to her waist and leaned over her to slide his mouth from her shoulder to the top of one breast. She cradled his head against her, and kept her eyes open, trained on the ceiling as sensations bombarded her. Hot and cold at the same time, rasping caresses, slick mouths...

She shivered.

"Cold?" Cale said softly.

"No. But can we lose the blanket? I want to move. Have to see," she said, gritting her teeth because Bobby had just plunged fingers deep inside her pussy.

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"Sure thing, baby." He picked up the edge of the blanket and flung it toward the end of the bed, revealing Bobby who was kneeling between her legs.

His head came up and he gave them both a wink. "I think we can keep this heated up here."

Her laugh turned into a groan when Cale's mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, his tongue stroking over the tip inside his mouth.

Bobby spread her with one hand, tugging her labia upward to expose her clit, then dove between her legs. All coherent thought blew Kate's mind as the two men turned up the heat, sexy swirls of tongues and fingers going to work on her simultaneously. She widened her legs, raised her knees and stretched out her arms to grab fistfuls of the sheet beneath her to anchor her because she felt like she was flying apart.