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  As he began to draw his fingers away, Thorn grabbed his wrist and tugged. In the next moment, he parted red lips and took Cam’s drenched fingers in his mouth. Cameron closed his eyes, his body shuddering. Was he enjoying the fact Thorn was sucking his fingers? She would have sworn he was straight as an arrow, but…was he?

  And Thorn groaned in her ear. She heard loud sucking sounds. And inside her, he grew even harder, his thrusts inside her even more aggressive.

  Had he enjoyed her flavor…or the fact it came from Cameron’s skin? What exactly was going on here?

  Whatever it was, Brenna couldn’t deny that watching them was exciting the hell out of her.

  She moaned and grabbed handfuls of Cameron’s hair. With it, she pulled his mouth to hers again, and he kissed her with a frenzy that hadn’t been there before.

  “Glove up,” Thorn demanded of Cam, his voice scratchy. “Fucking hurry or this is going to end before you’ve started.”

  With a last sweet press of lips, Cameron backed away and shucked his jeans, watching as they hit the floor. Oh, holy hell! He was built and then some. Thorn was no slouch, but Cameron was somewhere between amazing and porn star. Thick, with a bulbous, blue-tinged head and heavy veins running its length. Brenna stared, wondering if she could take all that.

  “Shit, man,” Thorn choked. “No wonder all the women at the station love you.”

  Cameron rolled his eyes then knelt to Brenna. “Have you ever taken a man anally?”

  She shook her head.

  Something resigned crossed Cam’s face before he looked at Thorn. “It should be you then. Have you ever…”

  “Had anal sex? Hell, yeah.”

  “With an anal virgin?”

  “Um…no. You?”

  He swallowed. “Once.”

  Brenna got the feeling it wasn’t a good experience. And she understood why. Cameron’s size was intimidating. She’d heard anal sex the first time could be painful. It didn’t take Einstein to figure out that maybe it hadn’t gone well.

  “I still think it should be you,” Cameron added. “I’ll walk you through it.” He directed the comment to both of them, and somehow knowing that cool, calm Cam was running the show made her feel better.

  She loved Thorn’s aggressive side, but not this first time.

  “Yeah,” Thorn agreed, withdrawing from her body with obvious reluctance. “Good call.”

  Nodding, Cam extended his hand to Brenna and helped her to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. Dark and reassuring but aflame with desire, he blistered her with a glance. Her belly clenched.

  He squeezed her hand. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

  Why she should trust him so freely with her body, she didn’t know. An instinct? He wouldn’t hurt her. He wasn’t just a detective. He was on the side of right and justice. She felt that about him. And Thorn…he was all badass on the outside, but she was beginning to suspect the inside consisted of a marshmallow core. He’d had a thousand opportunities to hurt her, take utter advantage of her. But he hadn’t. He’d waited, trying to bring her along. Of course, all that, at least in part, was because they wanted information. But she sensed that underneath the badge and the bluster, they were honestly good guys.

  Thorn rose to stand beside them. Cam caressed her cheek then lay on the bed. As he repositioned himself on his back, his dark, muscled thighs spread, the bed squeaked and the mattress rattled. The stalk of his erection lay thick and flat against his belly. Thorn tossed him a condom in a shiny foil wrapper. Cam caught it one handed. With quick efficiency, he put it on.

  This was happening. Really happening. She swallowed.

  Cameron held out his hand to her. “Come here and be with us.”

  She could back out now. And then what? a voice in her head asked. She had nothing to lose and a lot of pleasure to gain. At the very least, she could check this fantasy off her list.

  Thorn crowded behind her, caressing her hip as he urged her toward the bed. Flattening her palm against her fluttering belly, she climbed over Cameron, who took her hips in his hands and guided her down until her chest rested against his, their mouths a breath apart. His thick erection burrowed into the canal of her pussy, between her lips. He was right there, but not inside her. The sensation of him pulsing against her, brushing over her clit, left her aching to be filled.

  Beside her, Brenna heard Thorn rustling in the nightstand drawers, but she didn’t spare him a glance, not when Cameron’s gaze drizzled warmth and desire all over her.

  A moment later, she felt something cool and liquid against her back entrance. She jumped.

  “Hey,” Thorn soothed. “Nothing bad. Just lube to ease the way.”

  Oh, lube. Okay…

  Then Thorn’s fingers were there, where no man’s had ever been, spreading the liquid around, pressing it deep inside her. The sensation was…new but not unwelcome. Pressure, an unexpected tingle, then a sudden dark wash of pleasure that had her gasping.

  “That feel okay?” Thorn asked as he slowly pumped a finger into her ass.

  Okay? Try shockingly good. “Yeah.”

  He added another finger. The sensations doubled and a bite of pain tangled with everything that enthralled her. She sighed.

  “Your face…” Cameron whispered. “You look gorgeous with your cheeks flushed. The way you keep biting that pretty bottom lip of yours is driving me insane.”

  He clasped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Rather than the gentle patience she’d always associated with Cam, this kiss had an edge. He was losing his cool. Frenzy and impatience spiced the flow of his lips over hers. She tasted it when he licked at the seam of her lips and urged her to open for him.

  The two of them were undoing her. Completely. Pleasure bombarded her from all directions, familiar but totally new. She’d been on edge for nearly an hour, and something inside her felt ready to detonate. Frustration and yearning collided, then mixed with the inexplicable need to mingle with Thorn and Cam.

  It all ramped up again when the gorgeous bounty hunter reached around with his free hand and made lazy circles around her nipples. Cam nudged his cock against her clit in the same moment. She gasped.

  “Still good?” he murmured, his voice husky and low in her ear.

  Everything was hitting her at once, the individual sensations combining to make her one trembling mass.

  She ripped her mouth away from Cam’s kiss. “Thorn!”

  “Here, baby. Right here.”

  Then there was movement behind her. Cam nodded.

  Brenna knew what that meant. And she both wanted and feared it.

  “Don’t tense,” Cam advised. “We’re going to do this all together.”

  The words were nothing less than a promise. She took a deep breath.

  Cam nodded slightly. Behind her, Thorn grabbed her hip with one hand. Then she felt the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her back entrance.

  “Slow,” Cam advised the other man. “Real slow.”

  Thorn’s hand on her hip tightened, but she knew he’d heard.

  “Brenna,” Cam whispered, snagging her attention away from Thorn long enough to hear, “Push out and down on him.”

  Arousal and an edge of fear tripped through her at his words, but Cameron would be straight up with her. He’d never want to see her in pain. She did as she was told.

  Slick friction preceded Thorn’s thick erection sliding a little deeper. He pushed gently, testing, but something inside her was resisting his invasion.

  “Push down more.” Thorn’s voice sounded like sandpaper over gravel.

  He was restraining himself. She felt it in the trembling of his hand at her hip. She didn’t know how much restraint he had left—and she didn’t want to test him. Brenna forced herself to push again.

  Then she felt the broad tip of him smashed against a barrier inside her. And he began to ease in slowly…but unrelentingly.

  The pressure swamped her, becoming a pain all its own. He wasn’t go
ing to fit. Seriously. Maybe she wasn’t built for this. Maybe Thorn was too big. Maybe—

  “I can’t get past her sphincter.”

  Cameron quickly intervened. “Draw back and start slow thrusts as far in as you can.”

  “Listen, man…” he began.

  “Do it.” Brenna would never have believed Cameron could growl but that was pretty damn close. Then he turned his dark stare to her. In those depths, she saw scorching lust. He wanted inside her. Bad. But he was doing his best to regard her with concern and reassurance.

  With long strokes of his palm, Cameron rubbed her back and planted slow kisses on her neck, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. She melted against him.

  “Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. “That’s it.”

  Absently, she nodded. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been.

  Behind her, Thorn drew back, then slid forward again to the barrier—and deeper another inch. He withdrew and started over, getting a little farther inside her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. The pressure was unavoidable, the pain a sharp cut inside her.

  “What if I don’t like this?” she asked, trying not to grit her teeth and tense again.

  “Then I’m doing something wrong.” Thorn sounded strained.

  “We’ll think of something else. But give him a chance,” Cam cajoled.

  Sighing to release more pent up tension, she nodded.

  Cameron lengthened his strokes down her back, now reaching all the way to her backside. He began to pet her, caressing his way over her curves.

  “You have a gorgeous ass. Just touching it turns me on. But if I knew that Thorn was deep inside you here…” He shuddered. “Even the thought makes me shake with lust.”

  She wanted that, Brenna realized. She wanted Cameron to be out of his head with need for her. Thorn, too, for that matter. At least for now. Later, she’d worry about their opinions when she couldn’t orgasm. But for this moment, she wanted to glory in their adulation.

  Gliding his palms over the cheeks of her ass, Cameron grabbed them and held them open for Thorn, who grunted and pushed forward again. Brenna did her best to relax, despite the unfamiliar burn and pressure, and push down. The sensations weren’t pleasant, yet…she couldn’t say it was exactly uncomfortable anymore.

  Suddenly, her body gave way. The head of Thorn’s cock popped past the barrier and he pushed in and in and in, until, with a groan, he slid up to the hilt.

  “Oh, fuck,” Thorn groaned. “She’s tight.”

  “You’re in?”

  “Yeah.” The syllable was more grunt than spoken word.

  “Excellent,” Cam praised, then asked her, “how do you feel?”

  Full. A lot of pressure, but shockingly, the pain was gone. In fact, it was as if a hundred nerve endings were now awakening. Dormant once, she’d never known or thought about them until they suddenly leapt to life. And when Thorn withdrew back to the barrier and plunged in again, tingles of arousal leapt from a nearly flat line to off the charts.

  She cried out and clutched at Cameron’s shoulder with wide-eyed amazement.

  His warm chuckle slid over her like melted chocolate. “I think that’s a good sign. Keep going, but gently.”

  “If I do much more of this, I’m going to come in about five seconds like a damn teenager. Shit. She’s so hot and just…everywhere around me.”

  “You need me to take over?” Cam challenged.

  “Hell, no. Back the fuck off,” Thorn snarled as he jetted deep inside her again.

  Then he draped his chest over her back and his hands were everywhere—gliding over her shoulders, skating down her arms, caressing her breasts, manipulating hard nipples.

  “I know you feel me deep,” he whispered in her ear. “I sure as hell feel you. You’re like fireworks, one explosive surprise after another. Only a matter of time before you set me off.”

  “Watching the two of you is burning me up,” Cam whispered against her lips, his gaze dipping to Thorn’s fingers manipulating the hard nubs of her nipples.

  Cameron reached down and draped his fingers over her mound, then slid through her drenched folds, over her sensitive clit. The moment he touched the tip, fire ripped up her belly, down her thighs. Brenna cried out. He did it again, and the tingles were heaping arousal on top of screaming sensation. It was overloading her, pouring heat and need over her and melting her like hot chocolate over ice cream.

  Thorn compounded it all with another endless stroke deep in her ass. Then another. She arched her back, and he settled in another fraction of an inch. “Fuck!”

  “That’s next on my agenda.” Cameron settled into a rhythm, petting her in the very spot that made her flare with need. “I want you good and wet when I take you.”

  Something inside her was tightening. Her insides began to pulse slowly. Blood was rushing to her sex.

  “I’m there,” she gasped. “Way there.”

  “I can tell,” he said wryly. “But the goal here is to make you come.”

  “I’m close.” The words came out in a whimper between pants. But her body was tense, fired—seconds from something amazing.

  The hard breaths all around ramped her up even more. Thorn’s exhalation settled against her neck, Cameron’s in her ear. She heard her own against Cam’s chest. The sounds of sex echoed deep in her body, brought along by the tang of sweat and moans and desire.

  “Damn it, I’m close too,” Thorn barked, tense behind her. “Get inside her and fuck her already.”

  “I’m not rushing this.” Cam muttered a curse then reached lower down her body before his touch disappeared.

  Suddenly, Thorn cried out. “What the fuck! Get your goddamn hands off my balls.”

  Shocked, Brenna stared into Cam’s face, where she found both lust and amusement. Wow, there had to be something more going on between Cam and Thorn. Was Cam making a move on Thorn?

  “Get over it.” Cam brought his hand up again and began to fondle her clit. “Tugging on them kept you from coming, right?”

  Thorn muttered something that sounded suspiciously like son of a bitch. “Yeah, but if you do it again, you’re going to be minus a hand.”

  “If I hadn’t done it, we were going to be minus a satisfied woman. We agreed to the purpose and the means. Stay on the bandwagon.”

  Again, Thorn muttered. Brenna distinctly heard prick.

  So these two weren’t in the habit of touching one another. The thought that they might, maybe someday, aroused her. She had no idea why. The thought of two guys touching each other had never entered her imagination before. But something about Cam’s controlled gentleness and Thorn’s wild passion colliding set her off.

  Cameron took hold of her hips and slowed Thorn’s increasingly rapid thrusts. The bounty hunter gritted his teeth so hard, she could swear she heard the bones of his jaw grinding.

  But Brenna couldn’t focus on that when Cameron fitted the blunt head of his cock against her entrance and started pushing.

  He’d done his job of making her wet well. He glided deep inside her in one smooth thrust. An anguished moan tore from her chest. The usual burn of being stretched melded with the added sensation of being smaller than usual, thanks to Thorn’s erection in her ass.

  “Holy mother…” Thorn trailed off in a gravel voice.

  “It’s amazing,” Cameron agreed, strained, as he slid in deep, deep, deeper—then kept going.

  With a groan, she bit into Cam’s shoulder. God, he felt huge. The two of them together were overwhelming, incredible, surrounding her completely, front and back. Thorn’s sweat-slicked chest and five-o’clock shadow covered her back. Cam’s hard pecs, lust-dark eyes, and urgent hands kept her right against his body.

  Thorn withdrew then pushed in as Cameron pulled back. Like counterparts of a piston, they fucked her in turn.

  Never, ever, when they’d suggested this impromptu ménage a trois had she imagined it would feel this…

  Perfect.

 
Being sandwiched between them, Brenna felt surrounded, cocooned. And…safe. Cared for. Wanted like never before. Endlessly adored.

  Inside, she felt herself clamping down on them as they rode her slowly, but thoroughly, wrenching one moan after another out of her.

  “Brenna?” Cam sounded like he’d run a marathon. “You’re getting tighter on me.”

  “Us,” Thorn clarified. “And it’s fucking killing me.”

  “You feel me?” Cam asked.

  “Yes.” Brenna’s voice shook.

  “I know you do. I’m making sure of that.” To drive his point home, he pushed his way deep inside her in that moment, nudging her cervix with his tip.

  Fresh tingles threatened to detonate everywhere. Dizziness tinged the edge of her vision. She could hardly catch a breath. Her skin felt damp, her limbs boneless. Her blood was on fire.

  And she loved it.

  “I meant you.” Cameron shot Thorn a challenging glance. “Can you feel me?”

  Chapter Six

  Cameron withdrew then gritted his teeth as Thorn sank deep in her ass. “I sure as hell feel you.”

  “Yeah,” Thorn croaked. “Hard to miss you. Jesus, this is insane. Hot!”

  “Beyond hot.”

  Brenna couldn’t agree more, but it was more than hot. Cameron’s mouth crashed over hers, drawing her closer and closer to him in a way that was more than physical. Thorn reached around her hip and began to toy with her clit again.

  “Ever shared before?” Cameron asked Thorn over Brenna’s shoulder.

  “No. Fuck!” he cried out. “I’m already addicted. I’m going to need more of this.”

  “Definitely.” Cam’s agreement was a sexy purr against her throat.

  They wanted her. To stay with her. No, it wasn’t permanent, but she already knew that nothing was. In this moment, in some odd way, she mattered to them. Her pleasure mattered to them. All the grunts, strokes, sweating and straining, the aching, trying to hold back, the reassuring, gentle caresses and sexy banter—that was all for her.

  The sensations pinging all through her body began to migrate, to congeal, into a deep pulse of need between her legs. She’d never felt anything like it. Like she had to explode or die. She held her breath. Black spots danced at the edge of her vision. She felt herself clamping down on Cam and Thorn. They clutched at her, gripping, sliding deep, possessing her.