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yell as Annabelle’s cunt squeezed and massaged their dicks, and Evan could only grunt as his vision dimmed and his head spun. Somehow, he managed to withdraw from Annabelle’s body before collapsing backwards on the bed. It took the rest of his energy to crawl beside Annabelle, cocooning her between himself and Justin once again.

“Belle, we still have to talk,” Justin said, breaking the comfortable silence they’d been sharing. Evan felt Annabelle tense beside him and knew Justin felt it, too. Before he could get paranoid, Annabelle was pushing herself up until her back was braced against the headboard.

“We do,” Annabelle agreed, her midnight eyes showing none of the panic Evan had feared would be there. “But I didn’t run, and I’m not planning to, but we have got to figure out what’s going on between the three of us. Is it casual, convenience or what? Only…”

Annabelle glanced at the alarm clock. “I have to work, y’all ought to understand that. Why don’t we agree to have dinner together tonight, and maybe after we eat, we can all get this figured out.”

Evan was pretty sure he and Justin had it figured out, but he’d be damned if he was going to tell Annabelle she didn’t have a chance of resisting them. What was growing between the three of them was getting stronger with each beat of Evan’s heart. Still, he couldn’t point that out just yet.

After he and Justin agreed, Annabelle patted both their asses. “All right, then. We will talk about everything you want to tonight. Now, I really do need to get ready.”

Evan nodded and rolled away until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched as Annabelle began gathering her clothes. From her jeans she pulled out a cell phone then gasped, turning slightly green.

“What’s wrong?” Evan asked as he and Justin both moved to her sides.

Annabelle looked stricken and confused. “It’s…I think my dad tried to call, and that scares me.”

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“You want to call him back?”

Annabelle shook her head in answer to Justin’s question and tossed the phone back onto her jeans. “No. He called a little after four in the morning, the usual time he calls drunk and tries to keep me from hanging up on him.”

“Why would you hang up on your dad?” Evan asked, and Annabelle had a very clear image of her future if she decided to try to forge on with these two men. She’d be hounded relentlessly any time Justin or Evan thought there was cause for it, and damn it all, why did that actually make her feel all warm and tingly inside?

“Because he a vicious, abusive, manipulative, bigoted—”

“Ah,” Justin cut in, “one of those. Guess you’ll never be taking us home to meet the folks, huh?”

Although the question was asked in jest, Annabelle could hear the underlying vulnerability, the tremor of desire to be more than just fuck buddies in Justin’s voice. She glanced at him, unsurprised to find him looking down at a spot on the sheet. God only knew what was on the sheet, there’d been body fluids all over the three of them. Evan, however, was meeting her head on, his bright eyes gleaming in a way that kind of frightened her.
He
wasn’t trying to pass anything off as a joke, that look said, even as it warned her not to hurt Justin.

“It’s only my dad,” Annabelle finally answered, “and no, I’m not welcome there as long as I have anything to do with Rory since he’s gay. It’s a safe bet I’ll never sit at the dinner table with my father again. There’s no way he’d welcome either of you or Josh or me if I was with y’all, so no to dinner with him.”

Annabelle hoped it was enough of a declaration, because she really couldn’t commit to more, not when she didn’t know where she stood with Justin and Evan, and not—although yeah, she was a grown woman—without Rory’s approval. She’d already lost her father, or he’d lost her, whatever. She didn’t want to lose Rory as well, and she wasn’t real sure he’d handle his sister being part of a ménage very well. He was kind of a prude.

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When she dared to look at Justin again, the sweet smile on his lips caused a gush of warm, thick moisture to leak from her cunt. Evan was wearing a matching smile and it sent flickers of need rolling through her in waves. “What? Why’re y’all looking at me like that?”

“Was that your way of saying you’ll give us a shot?” Evan asked. “Or am I reading more into the whole ‘no dinner with dad ‘cause he won’t accept me and Justin’ than I should have?”

Feeling shy and timid wasn’t something Annabelle was used to, and she quashed both emotions before they could take root. “Yeah, that’s actually what I meant. Figured you two were smart enough to figure it out, but apparently…” Annabelle rolled her eyes then squealed when she was tackled by the two sexy men who’d somehow managed to sneak under her skin.

“That’s good enough,” Justin purred in her ear, pausing to nibble on the sensitive shell.

“For now, at least.”

Annabelle’s witty retort was cut short by Evan’s talented lips latching on to her clit.

That beat getting the last word any day.

Josh was definitely paranoid. After having a nice little meltdown once he’d reached his place, shedding a few tears and cursing his miserable luck with men, he’d stood at the window and stared out at the crappy neighbourhood he lived in. Three times he’d seen a big Dodge 2500 cruise by his place, and though he couldn’t make out the plates, he could see well enough to know they weren’t Texas plates tacked onto the monstrous truck. Of course, that could just mean whoever had been cruising by was lost, and Josh had put it down to just that when he’d finally given in to exhaustion and slept.

But now, here he sat at the diner across from the hospital, and unless he was flat out crazy, the same truck that’d been cruising by his apartment last night had just driven by twice in a matter of minutes, and of course the damned windows were tinted so dark Josh couldn’t see who was driving.

Of course, because if he was going to have a stalker, it only stood to reason that he wouldn’t know who the fuck the psycho was. That’d make it way too easy to get a restraining order, wouldn’t it?

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Josh pulled out his cell phone and fired off another text to Annabelle. He didn’t know what she was doing…well, knowing his horny brother and his equally horny partner, Josh probably
did
know what she was doing, and that was just…not something he ever,
ever
needed to think about again. Still, he wished the three of them would quit screwing around long enough for Annabelle to give him a call. He was a little bit of a mess just now.

And there went the truck again. Josh generally liked those big old Dodges, especially the black ones loaded with chrome like the one his stalker was driving, but if this continued, he might have to make Chevy his favourite truck manufacturer. This time he grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture, just in case. If he went missing or anything like that, maybe the cops would have a place to start.

Josh sent the picture off to Annabelle, along with the text telling her he thought whoever was driving that truck might be following him, then he shoved his plate aside, his appetite gone. Maybe he really was just being paranoid; it wasn’t like they lived in a booming metropolis. There was a good chance it was all a coincidence, really.

He tossed a tip on the table then edged out of the booth, ignoring the occasional sneer sent his way from people who didn’t like his hot pink scrubs. Or maybe they didn’t like penguins, which Josh absolutely loved along with the bright pink, which made these his absolute favourite scrubs.

Seriously, there were no cooler scrubs in existence. And if it wasn’t the scrubs, if those dipshits had a problem with the way Josh swished a bit when he walked—well, he usually didn’t swish much at all, but if inbred bigots wanted to glare, he’d give ‘em a show—then screw them all. Josh wasn’t stepping in a closet for anyone. These hicks could take their delicate sensibilities and cram ‘em—

“Wow, vicious bitch today or what?” Josh mumbled as he waited at the register for his bill.
Definitely need to rein in the desire to kick in the natives’ teeth.
His knuckles were scraped and raw from beating the crap out of Nick last night. Josh grinned at the memory even as his heart contracted painfully.
At least I didn’t hurt my kneecap. So much easier being the racker rather
than the rackee.

Josh paid his bill then left the diner. As he waited to jog across the street and return to work, his skin prickled as a sense of unease rushed up his spine. Josh looked around as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no ominous black BEND

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Dodges, no sign waving haters, no scowling homophobes…well, besides the dude glaring at him from across the street.

Josh wasn’t a hundred per cent sure the man was glaring, since the brim of a black Stetson shaded his eyes, but it sure as hell
felt
like he was glaring. Josh was definitely picking up angry vibes from someone. Tall, dark and hateful seemed the most likely candidate.

His phone rang just as Josh started to cross the street. Plucking the cell from his pocket, Josh kept one eye on the approaching man in the black hat as he stepped onto the crosswalk.

After punching the answer icon, Josh put the phone to his ear, hoping it was Annabelle. He hadn’t wanted to take his gaze off the possibly threatening form coming his way long enough to check the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey Josh,” Rory’s deep voice rumbled over the line. Josh was so startled he tripped and nearly face planted the asphalt. A strong hand clamped around his biceps jerked him upright. Before Josh could even thank his rescuer, the man and his hand were gone. Josh risked a peek over his shoulder and nearly stumbled again when he realised his supposed hateful cowboy had actually been the one who’d kept him from falling.

“Maybe he wants to keep me alive so he can kill me himself,” Josh mused.

“What?” Rory snapped. “Josh, are you drunk or something?”

Josh laughed. He’d forgotten Rory was even on the phone. Josh had been too distracted by his rescuer’s very fine, very tempting tight ass as he’d walked away. “No, not drunk, just thinking out loud. Sorry. What’d you need, Rory?” Josh wasn’t dumb, Rory had never called him before, although he had Josh’s number. So did Chance, and Max, and Bo, and Josh had theirs as well.

Rory whispered something to someone else, probably Chance, Josh thought. Then he asked Josh the question Josh had really, really hoped Rory would never ask.

“Josh, do you know where Annabelle is?”

Well, shit. Now he just had to decide whether he should lie to Rory and risk losing a potential friend, or whether to narc on Annabelle—and Justin. Evan too. There really wasn’t any kind of decision to be made, and although Josh felt bad about it, he said, “Nope, sure don’t,” and figured it wasn’t exactly a lie. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint where she and Justin and Evan would be having sex right now, at least he couldn’t do so with any sort of accuracy other than handing out his brother’s address, and no way was Josh doing that.

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“Josh…” Rory rumbled. “Come on, I know you know, and Annabelle’s not answering her phone. I need to talk to her as soon as possible. So if you won’t tell me where she is, and I am not gonna hate you for that, she is your best buddy after all, but can you at least have her call me? Please?”

“I’ll try,” Josh promised, dreading what he’d have to do to fulfil that promise. He said his goodbyes then called Justin. Annabelle was so gonna owe him for this.

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“Ohhh, yeah…suck me, just like that…God!” Annabelle moaned and arched her back, thrusting her groin against Justin’s mouth. Justin grinned around her clit and scraped his teeth over the hard little nubbin, feeling his own cock leak when cream from her pussy coated his fingers as he worked her inner walls. He flicked his gaze up and watched as Evan slowly fed his cock into Annabelle’s mouth.

The sight of Evan’s plump ass, the slight coat of fuzz over the taut flesh and the dusky line of his crease only fired Justin’s need. He needed to bury his dick somewhere, and the options he had now were mind boggling. Evan’s pucker winked at him as the man began thrusting deep into Annabelle’s throat. The scent of Annabelle’s arousal filled Justin’s nostrils, tempting him to shove his length deep in the warm velvety tunnel, or he could…

Justin trailed his fingers from Annabelle’s pussy to the soft skin below then further down until he reached the tight little rosette. Yeah, that’s what he wanted, to feel her ass clenching around his dick as Evan filled her cunt with his thick rod. There was nothing quite like feeling Evan’s length rubbing against his through the thin wall that separated the two openings. It was nasty and erotic, and more intense than any other way of making love.

Justin teased around the knotty muscle, his nails catching gently at each fold. Annabelle bucked and let loose a strangled sound that was, despite being garbled by the mouthful of cock she had, a clear demand for more.

“I got you, baby,” Justin promised. He pressed against the furled opening, sucking hard on Annabelle’s clit to counter any discomfort she might feel. Annabelle’s thighs quivered as Justin pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. “So fucking tight, hot,” he lifted off her clit long enough to say, then promptly took the bead between his teeth as he sank his finger fully into her ass.

“Guhhh…”

Might have been a ‘Gahhhd’, Justin mused, or maybe Annabelle meant ‘Good’. Either way, her inner muscles clamped around his digit, rippling as she ground her butt down, a silent plea for more. Justin flicked his tongue over her nub, a rapid staccato of sensual assault, pushing Annabelle closer to the edge. He heard Evan grunt, felt the bed bounce as BEND

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