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She was beginning to think she'd hoisted herself on her own petard because her body was heating up alongside theirs but they were the only ones having any fun.

"Bobby," she said.

He pulled his mouth away from Cale's and looked over his shoulder at her. Amusement was gone; his cheeks were just as hot, just as taut as Cale's.

She licked her dry lips, then did it again when his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Who usually goes down first?" she asked slowly.

His eyelids dipped, skimming her distended nipples and the way she clenched her thighs together. "Baby, you know it's me."

"Will you let me watch?"

"You're in charge," he crooned. "But you sure you don't want to join in?"

"You first," she said, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard.

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brushed forward and his mouth closed over the tip of his cock.

Kate had an inkling what Cale was feeling, having been the recipient of Bobby's talented mouth and tongue. Cale reached down and gripped the base of his cock, holding it straight up for Bobby who began to bob on it, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked upward, billowing as he went back down.

Cale's narrowed glance locked with hers. Excitement seeped from inside her body, and Kate scrapped any plans for an extended viewing, pushing Bobby gently on the shoulder and bending down to join him, her tongue sweeping over Cale's shaft from the side as he swept the other. When their mouths met for a brief hot kiss, Cale didn't seem to mind that they'd forgotten about the evidence of his arousal standing tall between them. His hands reached down and stroked both their heads, encouraging them silently to enjoy.

They shared tongues, wrapped their hands together around Cale's shaft and pumped. Kate learned a thing or two along the way, about how firmly Cale liked to be stroked, about how giving Bobby could be when he wasn't being a smartass. Their attention focused on Cale, their efforts quickening, deepening until Cale groaned and his come shot from his cock. Together they drank it down, rubbing it over their lips and sharing it in the sexiest kiss as they ate each other's lips.

When they'd finished, they lay their heads down on Cale's belly and grinned at each other.

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"Don't suppose you have any more orders for me," Bobby drawled.

"I'm thinking I want you two to decide. My mind's blown." Before she had time to catch her breath, Bobby had her on her knees. Cale turned and settled on his back, his feet against the headboard, his head between her legs. "Lay that pussy on my mouth."

"Jesus. Didn't know you could talk dirty," she said, but followed his order to the letter, lowering until his lips latched onto her cunt and suckled.

Bobby pushed between her shoulder blades until she lay over Cale's body, then used his fingers to find her entrance and guided his cock into her pussy, past Cale's tongue. Cale laved her clit; Bobby stroked deep. And she buried her face against Cale's hard belly and moaned. Bobby held off just until she squealed with the first burst of hot tension rippling up and down her channel. Then he powered into her, pushing her toward another, and another rippling orgasm before his come jetted deep.

"Damn, damn, damn," he said, holding her hips. "Forgot. Second time."

"On the pill," she mumbled.

"Not good enough," Cale said beneath her, his voice muffled.

She didn't give a rat's ass. She was boneless. Beyond content.

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she'd never felt more content in her life. Never felt so warm. She said so out loud.

Bobby kissed her shoulder.

"I'm right there with you," Cale mumbled. Together, with both men's arms surrounding her, Kate felt her heart break.

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Spring came early to the mountains. Snow had melted weeks ago. Bright green leaves cloaked the aspens. The road up the mountain from Wellesley was unrecognizable from her previous trek and accomplished in merely forty-five minutes. Kate pulled onto a graveled road and halted in front of the cabin that was the only thing she recognized from her previous visit.

She hadn't called. Cale had asked her not to. Bobby hadn't been as firm when she'd left with the man from the rental company. He'd pulled her into his arms for a quick hug and told her if ever she decided to come back... Well, she was here and ready to see if the magic she'd experienced was real or something transient—a dream she couldn't help falling back into every time she closed her eyes to sleep.

The months had been awkward inside the apartment she'd shared with David until days ago. They'd had calls to make that he'd been surprisingly agreeable to divide up. They'd returned gifts, cancelled reservations. They'd slept in separate beds. And they never talked about what had happened in the lodge or where she'd been for those few lost days afterward.

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been swept away and replaced by a quiet hope that she'd nurtured as she'd planned her escape.

Quitting her job had been the hardest thing to do. A leap of faith into an unknown future. But it had felt right. She'd used her time in Sacramento to develop a portfolio of freelance work. She could write from anywhere, submit to any magazine or news rag. Maybe she'd even try her hand at writing a book. Her goal had been single-minded—to free herself and be free to start the next adventure of her life. She closed the door to her new SUV and took the steps up the porch. A soft knock on the door went unanswered, and she tried the door handle. It was unlocked. They were somewhere here on their little ranch.

She contemplated going inside and waiting quietly for them to return, but she didn't want to meet them in a place that held so many memories. Didn't want her first sight of their expressions when they saw her to be colored with her hopes.

She set out for the barn behind the house, but it was empty, the doors open.

Sounds of cattle lowing in the distance, of horses whinnying, pulled her behind the barn to the pastures. There she saw the two men, stringing wire along the top of a cedar post fence. Two tall, muscled bodies wearing longsleeved T-shirts and blue jeans, cowboy hats covering their heads.

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His head turned to Cale, his lips moved, and Cale shot a glance over his shoulder and then slowly coiled the wire he'd been holding over the top of the post and turned. Kate offered them both a lop-sided smile and walked toward them, her heart hammering against her chest. "Hi there," she said softly as she drew near. Cale wiped his hands on his thighs, his gaze trailing down her body.

She'd dressed casually on purpose. Blue jeans and a paler blue, short-sleeved sweater. She wore cowboy boots she'd been breaking in for a month—buffed but still showing a couple of scuffs at the toes. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail. Nothing fancy, nothing too fussy. Hoping they'd get the message that she'd changed some things about herself. Hoping there was still a chance they might work.

"You sink a car in the creek again?" Bobby said. She smiled and shook her head, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair that had escaped her rubber band. "I don't need rescuing this time."

"What do you need?" Cale asked, his voice gruff.

"Not a thing." Drawing a deep breath, she let her gaze slide away. "Since I'm officially self-employed, I just thought I'd take a little road trip. Visit friends." The words held the right casual note, but the fact she couldn't meet their gazes must have clued them in she was nervous.

Cale's hand reached over to grab the one fiddling with her hair. "I don't like repeating myself. And you've never been shy about telling us exactly what's on your mind."

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Bobby's lips twitched. "We noticed."

"That the first thing that popped into your mind?" Cale said, his expression amused.

She shot them both a withering glance. "This was a mistake."

Cale tugged her hand, drawing her closer, then slipped his other arm around her waist.

When her head snuggled against his broad chest, she sighed.

"Been lonely on this mountain," he whispered.

"It was lonely back in California."

"You get things sorted out with your ex?"

"Yes. It's over. We parted ... amicably." His arms tightened, then he relaxed.

She drew back and lifted her gaze to him, then glanced at Bobby. "Guess you both know why I'm here."

"You pregnant?" Bobby asked, sounding oddly hopeful. Her face heated. "No! That's not it. Although I did worry a little bit since we forgot something a time or two."

"I didn't forget a thing," he said, arching his brows. "Man's gotta do what he's gotta do."

She tilted her head to stare at him. "You really wouldn't have minded?"

Bobby shrugged, an endearingly familiar glint in his eyes.

"Neither of us would have, sweetheart. If you haven't already figured it out. You're the only woman we've ever gone bareback with."

She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "Still a smartass. I missed you."

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He leaned over the fence and she met his mouth halfway, loving the gentle pressure of his lips.

"You're gonna stay this time, right?" he asked, as soon as he drew away.

"It's up to you both. But maybe we should wait to see if we still feel the same way. It was just a few days."

"Long enough," Cale said, his hand cupping her bottom and squeezing. "Now, if
you're
not sure..."

"I couldn't stop thinking about either of you," she said in a rush. "In the middle of all my friends, in the middle of work, I felt completely lost."

"Welcome to our world," Bobby muttered. Still not sure if they felt as deeply as she did, she plowed forward. "You know I don't know a bull from heifer, but I thought I might set up an office in that bedroom we never used."

"It's yours," Bobby blurted. "I mean, it was mine, but I don't think we'll be needing it."

"That quick? Don't you need time to think about it?" He stepped on the lowest strand of barbed wire and gripped the one just below the loosened strand they'd been stringing and swung over the fence to land on the ground beside her.

His gaze swept her again, and his throat worked around a swallow. If the swiftness of his agreement hadn't been enough to convince her he was happy with her moving in on them, his dark, glittering eyes and straining jawline told her how deeply pleased he really was. "We were ready for a break anyway. Wanna celebrate?"

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Kate relaxed inside Cale's embrace. His heart was thumping hard beneath her hand. "Depends on what kind of party you want to throw," she murmured.

"How about one that calls for us gettin' nekkid?" Bobby said with a lift of his brows.

"Going too fast for you?" Cale whispered. She glanced up to meet his gaze and let a smile stretch her lips. "I'm way ahead. I'm not wearing panties either."

"Something I figured out too," he said, squeezing her ass again.

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The living room was stifling hot, but perfect since they hadn't bothered with clothes the whole afternoon. Night was falling and the feeling of intimacy was enhanced, punctuated by the sounds of logs crackling and their softening breaths. They stretched out, their toes toward the fire atop a new rug the boys had purchased, a thick creamy flokati. Something big enough for them all to share, warm enough in the winter to keep the cold from creeping across the floor and soft enough to cushion knees when the moment called for it. Or so Bobby said.

The men had kept her firmly planted between them. And they'd shared some of their wildest "nekkid Kate fantasies" they'd been storing up over the lean winter months. Her body was relaxed, her mind eased beyond simple satisfaction. Both men lay on their sides, heads raised and resting on one hand, their hands roaming her body. Bobby 95

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plucked at nipple. Cale had fingers teasing between her damp folds.

"Happy?" Bobby asked.

She smiled and turned to meet his dark gaze. "I'm so far beyond happy, I'm feeling smug."

"Smug's good," Cale said. "But I need to hear more sweet whimpers."

"I don't whimper."

"Sure you do. And you moan and groan and grunt. It's all good, sweetheart."

She blushed, a smile tugging at her mouth. "You guys sure like being in charge."

Bobby's dark brows waggled. "Cale gets nervous when you give the orders."

"Don't think I won't ever make demands. I like it when you're both a little embarrassed. Brings you down a peg or two. And it makes me hot as hell knowing you'll do anything to make me happy."

"All worries gone, baby?" Bobby asked, pinching her nipple. "Do you think this will work?"

"It does for me," she said, swallowing hard, because she was trying to work up the courage to tell them she loved them. She didn't want to be the first. Didn't want to make things awkward, or have them feeling like she was pushing for more than they could give. They'd already showered her in enough lusty, happy affection she knew she could be content.