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  Her arms crossed over her chest as her brain began functioning again. “Actually, we’re staying here tonight.”

  They both looked at her with an identical expression of challenge. She yanked at the covers until the guys reluctantly got off the bed so she could wiggle under the blankets. Once she was covered and not feeling quite so bare, she looked back and forth between their faces as they resettled on either side of her.

  “I told you—I’m meeting Brett tomorrow so the FBI can grab him.”

  Benjy rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. Groaning, Ari took it one step further and flopped onto his back next to them.

  “You’re impossible,” he muttered.

  “Yep.”

  “Stubborn.”

  “Uh, look who’s talking, Mr. Pot...or would that be Mr. Kettle?”

  Rolling onto his side so he could direct his glare at her instead of the ceiling, he shook his head. “I’m not the one wanting to meet with a criminal. An ex-boyfriend criminal.”

  She sat up and scooted toward the headboard, trying to drag her covers along with her. Since there was hundreds of pounds of male bodies weighing them down, the blankets did not move. With a huff of frustration, she shifted back to her original spot. “I told you that the FBI are going to be right there.”

  He growled as he looked at Benjy, and they had one of their silent conversations before Ari turned back to face her. “Fine. But B and I will be there too.”

  “What?” She blinked at his unexpected compliance.

  “We’ll be at the meet.” The muscle along his jaw bulged, as if he was clenching his teeth. “I don’t trust those FBI assholes to keep you safe.”

  “You’ve been swearing more recently,” she commented. “Have you been hanging out with Cal too much?”

  “It’s you.” Tucking his face into her neck, he licked her skin and made her giggle. “You bring out the profanity in me.”

  With a mock-offended huff, she grabbed one of the pillows from behind her back and swung it. He easily dodged, so she aimed for Benjy, who was grinning as he watched them. It smacked him full in the face, and his expression made her collapse onto the mattress, laughing.

  Retribution in his eyes, Benjy tackled her, although he once again caught his weight before smashing her into the bed. His fingers wiggled under the covers, finding her ticklish places with a fiendish accuracy that made her shriek with laughter.

  “Okay, okay!” she gasped. “Mercy, uncle, I surrender, waving a white flag here!” She grabbed a pillow and flapped it. He must have accepted her peace treaty, since he stopped tickling her and slid his arms all the way around her in a full-body hug instead.

  Despite the bedding between them, she could feel proof of his excitement pressing against her thigh. She felt her laughter fade as the sexual tension lifted again.

  “The nice thing about the whole fucked-up situation tomorrow,” Ari yanked his shirt over his head and continued, “is that it frees up the whole night.”

  She could feel her eyes getting bigger and bigger as he dropped his hands to the fastening on his jeans. Although she’d seen him naked before, it was still an amazing, terrifying sight, and she couldn’t stop staring.

  While she was distracted by Ari’s body, B was yanking at the covers, removing the fabric shield between their bodies. He sat up, straddling her hips, in order to grab the back of his shirt and pull it over his head. Daphne swallowed. There was something so sexy and manly about a guy taking off his shirt like that.

  Glancing back at Ari, she started. In the short time she’d been ogling Benjy, he’d stripped completely. Now he was stalking toward her, the ripple and pull of his muscles turning his body into a beautiful anatomy lesson.

  “Whoa,” she breathed, and then yelped when Benjy sank his teeth into her earlobe. Once he had her attention again, his mouth worked its way down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. She knew where B’s lips and tongue and those wicked teeth were heading, and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming.

  Before he could reach his target, Ari was there. With a strong shove, he toppled Benjy off the bed. B jumped to his feet and glared at the other man, who laughed.

  “Get your pants off,” he ordered, before turning back to Daphne. On his knees, he took B’s prior place straddling her legs. His eyes raked down over her naked breasts, lingering there for a moment before traveling down to where her panties covered her soaking pussy. His eyes found hers, and he grinned—a slow, completely wicked, utterly intoxicating grin. So caught up in his happy beauty, she didn’t realize he was pulling her panties off until they were halfway down her thighs. She didn’t protest though. It was almost a relief to lose that final barrier.

  Benjy was back, this time stretched out next to her. As Ari finished sliding her underwear completely off her legs, B’s lips found hers again. She dropped instantly under the spell of his kisses, rolling onto her side toward him. Vaguely, she felt Ari’s bulk settle behind her, spooning her back against his front. Hands—she wasn’t quite sure whose—cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between nimble fingers and tugging.

  With a gasp, she arched and unthinkingly bit down on Benjy’s lip. She felt the rush of his exhale against her mouth, and then the tone of his kisses changed. He became almost ferocious, never actually hurting, but coming very close. For some strange reason, this increased her excitement, and she moaned against his mouth.

  Ari’s erection prodded between her thighs, and he groaned before pulling away from her. She turned her head to see where he was going, blinking away the horny haze. He was standing by the bed, digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans. Benjy took advantage of her averted head and nipped at a tendon in her neck before moving down to suck on her collarbone.

  With a needy shiver, she turned back to B. He’d moved even lower, laying open-mouthed kisses along her side. She started turning in order to direct Benjy’s mouth to her breasts, but Ari was back, filling the space behind her. Her plan A foiled, she grasped Benjy’s head, attempting to move that maddening mouth to her erect nipples, but he ignored her urging.

  His hair distracted her. Soft and flopping, it slid through her fingers like liquid. She played with the strands until Ari’s lips started making their way down her spine. Her fingers tightened into fists as she shuddered under the dual attack of sensations.

  With some kind of evil telepathy, Benjy seemed to know the moment Ari reached the top of her ass and bit gently, since B quit his teasing and sucked the hungry tip of her breast into his mouth at exactly the same time. She jumped and moaned, releasing Benjy’s head with one hand so she could reach back and palm Ari’s stubble-covered scalp.

  Pulling both men closer, she squirmed and sighed under the touch of their mouths. Although Benjy wasn’t exactly gentle, Ari was even fiercer in his administrations, using his teeth almost to the point of pain. Oddly enough, the closer he came to hurting, the more pleasure streaked through her body.

  The buildup to her impending orgasm was frightening. Even the bliss she’d experienced the night before seemed almost tame in comparison, as if the guys had been holding themselves back in the cabin loft. Now, the tension in her muscles kept increasing until she felt like a trembling mass of C-4 explosives.

  Shoving her top leg forward over Benjy’s hip, Ari held her thighs apart so he could lick her pussy from behind. He unerringly found her clit and sucked, which proved to be the method of detonation. She exploded into orgasm, calling out their names as her body shook with the intensity of her climax.

  Ari’s mouth moved back up her spine to the nape of her neck. Both men gentled their touches, and Benjy moved away from her overly sensitive nipples to lay soft kisses on her upper chest. Her bones had turned to liquid and her brain to mush. Her body slowly settled, although an occasional tremor passed through her.

  She half-opened her eyes
with a languid stretch and saw the two men exchange a look she couldn’t interpret. Feeling a little too warm and satisfied to worry about it, she started to close her eyes when the hands and mouths on her skin moved with a little more purpose.

  To her surprise, since just seconds ago she’d wanted a nap, heat began to rise in her again. She squirmed and made a sound as Ari’s hand maneuvered between her legs, touching and stroking, much more gentle than he usually was. The tip of one thick finger entered her pussy, slipping through the plentiful moisture left from her earlier orgasm and pushing deeper into her.

  It was an odd feeling to have something inside her—not bad, but just foreign.

  “Breathe,” Ari rumbled, moving the invading digit out and then back in, a little farther than before. He kissed her shoulder. “Breathe, Grace.”

  She allowed her lungs to empty and then sucked in air, wondering how long she’d been holding her breath. By the ache in her chest, it had been a while. As she exhaled, Ari pushed his finger in deeper. It didn’t hurt but there was a stretching feeling, and she bit her lip, worried about bigger things to come.

  Benjy cupped the side of her face with his hand and used his thumb to free her abused lower lip from her teeth. As he brushed a gentle, closed-mouth kiss across her mouth, she smiled at him. Her body relaxed again, accepting Ari’s intrusion more easily.

  Until that point, she’d been allowing the guys to do all the work. Her inexperience had left her passive, and she felt a little selfish for it. Flattening her palms on Benjy’s chest, she tucked her head to kiss his neck. She liked how he tasted, salty and male, and she especially liked how her touch made B breathe harder.

  Even Ari seemed aroused by her attention to Benjy’s body, and he pressed more firmly against her. His hand moved faster, pushing into her a little deeper and a little rougher each time. He entered her with two fingers, and she flinched. He stilled for a few seconds until she relaxed, remembering once again to move her hands across Benjy’s chest. By the time Ari pulled his fingers back, she arched to follow the retreating digits, her fingertips digging into hard muscle.

  At Benjy’s gasp, she glanced at this face, feeling guilty that she’d hurt him with her short nails. Instead of seeing pain, though, all Daphne could read in his expression was heat and want, so she contracted her fingers again, kneading his chest like a cat.

  Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, Benjy slammed his mouth on hers. She moaned, caught between the two men, with B’s tongue in her mouth and Ari’s fingers in her pussy. Reluctantly, she pulled away from Benjy’s kiss, wanting to explore more of his body and the reactions she could tease out of him. Although he obviously didn’t want to release her, he kissed her hard one last time, and his grip softened, allowing her to wiggle down to face his chest.

  The movement drove Ari’s fingers deep inside her, and she froze, uncertain whether she was feeling intense pleasure or extreme discomfort. When his fingers pulled out momentarily to brush her clit before driving back into her pussy, she stopped caring which one it was and just wanted more.

  Her hands brushed over the sweaty surface of Benjy’s chest, her fingers finding the hard beads of his nipples. Curious as to whether his were as sensitive as her own, she licked the point, making him jump.

  Ducking her head to hide her smug smile, she sucked on the nub, loving every twist and clench his muscles made under her ministrations. As her mouth worked on his nipple, her hand slid down toward his belly. That, she found, was even more sensitive than his chest, and she allowed her mouth to follow the path of her hand.

  She nipped and licked her way to his bellybutton, her tongue darting inside, and then kept going toward her goal—his seriously scary yet intriguing erection. Benjy turned onto his back, allowing her free range of his body. As she moved lower, Ari’s fingers pulled out of her completely. Although it had felt strange to have something inside her, she missed the intrusion now that it was gone.

  With B’s hard cock inches from her face, she was distracted from the empty feeling in her pussy. She stared in fascination, drawing one finger over the hard length, tracing the veins and smearing pre-come around the head. Marveling over the softness of his skin stretched over the hardness beneath, she closed her fist around his cock.

  His whole body shuddered, and his hips jutted toward her, shoving his erection through her gripping fingers. She looked back and forth between his face and his cock, equally fascinated by his expression as the object thrusting through her fingers.

  “Ah fuck, Grace,” Ari groaned, scooting down the bed to match his body with hers again. “Lick him, baby.”

  She shivered, a little surprised by how excited Ari’s words made her. Tentatively extending her tongue, she lapped at the tip of Benjy’s erection. When she glanced at his face to see if he’d liked it, she saw his eyes were screwed closed and his fists were knotted in the covers on either side of him.

  With Daphne still stretched out on her side, the angle was a little awkward, so she nudged his legs apart and crouched on her elbows and knees. She didn’t consider how this was going to leave her ass vulnerable and tilted up in the air until Ari’s hard hands closed on her thighs, lifting her higher and tugging her legs farther apart.

  “Suck his cock, babe.” His mouth was so close to her exposed pussy that the heat of his breath blew against her wetness. “See how much of that big cock you can fit in your pretty mouth.”

  As if his words were hypnotizing, she opened her lips, sucking the tip of Benjy’s erection into her mouth and sucking. His hips lifted, shoving more of his cock past her lips, and her eyes widened. A little panicked by the thickness of the erection filling her mouth, she started to pull back, but B’s hand on the back of her head stopped her. He’d propped himself up on his elbow and was watching her with heat blazing in his eyes. Despite the intensity of his expression, he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t forcing. The warm weight of his hand calmed her, reminding her that this was Benjy, sweet Benjy, who wouldn’t hurt her.

  After a few deep breaths through her nose, she calmed and lowered her head a little more.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Ari growled in her ear. While she was distracted by B’s cock in her mouth, he’d knelt behind her and folded his body over hers. The tip of his erection was nudging against her pussy and her eyes grew big at the thought of finally losing her virginity in a way she never would’ve imagined. Involuntarily, she swallowed.

  Her throat muscles worked against the head of Benjy’s erection, and she felt his shiver right before he pulsed his hips. His cock sank into her throat just a tiny bit. It felt huge, and she swallowed again, forcing down the urge to gag. He pushed at just the right time, sinking deeper in her throat.

  “Pull back,” Ari rasped, wrapping his hands over her shoulders and urging her off Benjy’s cock. B’s hand stayed on her head, resisting for a few seconds, but then he let her go. As soon as her mouth cleared the tip, Ari pushed his hips forward, working the head of his erection into her pussy.

  She let out a soft grunt at the pressure, and her teeth clicked together, making her realize why A had wanted Benjy’s cock out of her mouth before he’d entered her. Despite their unnatural toughness, a bite on such a sensitive area would have to hurt.

  Ari buried another inch of his cock inside her, and she forgot about the terminated blow job—forgot about everything, in fact, except for the burrowing invader between her thighs. It stung, but mostly it just felt huge, as if it were already taking up most of the space inside her body. The thought of how little of his cock was currently inside her made her think of how much was left to fit. She felt a small rush of panic and cringed away from Ari.

  His hands left her hips and stroked over her back, soothing caresses that allowed her to relax. Benjy was petting her head, combing her hair with his fingers, and she let out a trembling breath.

  “Okay?” Ari asked. At her shaky no
d, he worked his erection in another inch. The waiting was too much, his slow progress almost torturous, and Daphne thrust toward him, trying to force his entire erection inside. Ari anticipated her move and caught her hips, holding her immobile with his cock buried in her pussy just a few maddening inches.

  “Hold on.” He was breathless, and his fingers kneaded her flesh. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Just get it in. I don’t care if it hurts.” Daphne was a little startled at her voice, so raspy and demanding that it didn’t even sound like her. “Please!”

  She felt a harsh breath blow against her neck, and then he shoved, driving the length of his cock forward until he was deep inside of her.

  She couldn’t hold back a cry—it hurt!—but the pain started to ease almost immediately.

  “Sorry,” Ari muttered, his hands stroking her back again. His whole body was shaking, but she didn’t know if it was from trying to hold on to his control or because he felt bad for hurting her.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m okay. It just hurt at first.”

  He tucked his face into the side of her neck. “Sorry,” he repeated.

  “It had to be done sometime.” Turning her head, she awkwardly brushed a kiss against the side of his mouth. “I’m glad it was you. Both of you.”

  With a shuddering sigh, Ari kissed her back harder.

  “Um...” She wasn’t sure how to mention it but the stinging in her pussy had lessened, leaving her wanting more. “You can...ah, move now, if you want.”

  He gave a half-chuckle, half-growl and then lightly bit the nape of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at the feel of his teeth. Ari pulled out, dragging the width of his cock against her oversensitive inner walls and making her whimper. He stopped moving.