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Beth reached his side. As he stared at her with awed, crazed
lust, she crooked her finger at him. Amid a chorus of whoops and jealous jeers,
he followed her out of the locker room. If the players chose to jack each other
off in the shower, they were welcome to. If they chose to save their stiffies
for that night’s Wild Nights madness, their choice.

He planned to go wherever Beth wanted him to.

She didn’t say anything as she led the way down the empty,
gray-carpeted corridor toward the exit. Each step was an undulating song of
sensuality. Her scent wafted to his hyperaware nose, bringing with it the tang
of arousal. She’d gotten off on all that attention. His little Beth, who knew?
All that time holed up in the frame shop, when all along she’d wanted men to
stare at her. Desire her.

“You look amazing, Beth,” he said in a thick voice. “I had
no idea you would like something like that. You never said.”

“I never said a lot of things.” Her soft voice sounded like
his Beth but different, with an extra dose of excitement mixed in with the
proper. “I’ve got more to say too.”

“There’s more?” He prayed the “more” would include some
relief for his raging erection. “You’re already killing me.”

“You can take it.”

“I don’t know.” He really, sincerely didn’t. “My dick is
about to stage a mutiny in my pants.”

“Maybe you should, I don’t know, take the edge off.”

The whole world brightened. “Can I?”

“Please.” She stepped into the alcove of a doorway that led
to someone’s office. A frosted glass window framed her torso. She flattened her
arms against the door and thrust out her breasts, indicating her zipper.

Zipper.
Otherwise known as the gates of paradise. He
undid it in one quick swoop. Her bare breasts shone through the opening, their
nipples dark pink and engorged. Light brown curls peeked from the V at her
legs.

The sight sent him so far over the edge he didn’t remember
where the edge was anymore. He didn’t care if they were screwing against a door
in a rinky-dink stadium with drunken hockey fans on the prowl. If he didn’t
have her, right now, right here, he’d have to go dive into a snowbank.

He fumbled at his own zipper and released his heavy cock.
Frantic as a horny high-schooler, he thrust his hands under her ass and lifted
her up. Her head fell back against the frosted glass, her neck long and
luminous above the white fur, begging for his lips. He fell on her as if he
were a blood-starved vampire. Her flesh warmed under his lips. She tasted of
vanilla and mysterious spices. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deep
inside her with a long, grateful moan. One thrust, two, and the world exploded
into red-hot shards. Beth’s sweet, hot flesh was all he knew and all he ever
wanted to know.
Great God almighty
.
Amen and hallelujah.

Chapter Ten

“Holy Mother of God.”

Gavin kept muttering under his breath as he set her feet
back down on the ground. Beth could barely contain her victorious smile. She’d
seduced him, lured him, driven him so nuts he’d ravaged her like a Viking in
one of those old-school, politically incorrect, soft-porn romances she’d hidden
from her mother.

She’d never known she had that kind of power. The knowledge
was insanely gratifying. Gavin wasn’t even particularly religious, but he kept
murmuring things like “God almighty.” And the feel of all those hockey players
drooling over her…sublime. Never in her entire life had she felt so feminine
and desirable.

Gavin zipped his pants and then, with a look of intense
regret, zipped up the catsuit Eagle had found for her. They’d had quite an
entertaining visit to his friend’s costume shop.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said Gavin. “You got me so crazy, I
couldn’t hold back.”

“No holding back, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m the man. I’m supposed to hold back. Otherwise
it would be like this every time, bam boom, over and done.”

Feeling the power again, she danced her fingers up his
chest. “So what you’re saying is, you owe me.”

“No doubt. And I’ll pay up, any time, any place. Except we
should probably get out of this hallway. I’m surprised we haven’t already been
busted by champagne-swilling Nasties.”

“They drink champagne?”

“Of course not, what am I thinking? Make that Everclear.
Where’d you get this outfit?”

She smiled at him mysteriously, adjusting the mask that he’d
knocked out of place. “A woman never tells.”

He gave her a close look. “Okay then.” Gavin tended to go
around with a serious look, probably because he was in charge of a business and
a rowdy hockey team. But now, with a satisfied, post-sex afterglow, he looked
ten years younger and so handsome.

“Hallway sex agrees with you,” she told him.

“Sex with you agrees with me.” He cupped her cheek in his
hand. She tilted her head to cuddle closer. A white feather from her mask
drifted to the floor. “Now where can we go to get you out of this outfit?”

“How about the cabin?”

“I only booked it for one night.”

“I took care of it.”

“You—” His jaw dropped. Actually dropped. It reminded her of
the delicious expressions on the faces of the players. That experience had been
just as gratifying as she’d dreamed. They’d probably never figure out that the
siren in white who’d inspired all those hard-ons was their coach’s wife. And
even if they did…it was Wild Nights. It didn’t matter.

“Yes, me. And didn’t you mention something about owing me?”
She squeezed past him and snagged his belt loop.

“I did, but I have to warn you, it’s going to take me a
little while to get back up to speed.”

“Don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time.” If things
worked out the way she hoped, they’d be holed up in that cabin for quite some
time. A sudden attack of nerves made her shudder. What if Gavin didn’t like
what she’d planned? He liked to be in command, she now knew. She’d always
understood that on some level—his strength had drawn her from the beginning.
But she hadn’t realized that same urge had a sexual side.

She loved having him take charge. Last night had turned her
whole world upside down. She wanted him to master her, to guide her. But that
damn photo wouldn’t leave her mind. And he’d said to share her secrets.

Even though it felt as if she were jumping off a cliff
blindfolded, she couldn’t back out now.

They wrapped themselves in their parkas and dove into the
white-whipped air of Wild. A northwest wind hurled sheets of prickly snowflakes
at them as if it were a naughty boy aiming snowballs from behind a snow fort.
When they reached the cabin, they were both chilled and red-faced. They
stripped off their outerwear.

“You should take a shower,” Beth told Gavin. “I can smell
hockey match on you.”

“Can you smell a heartbreaking loss in sudden-death
overtime?”

She sniffed, smiling. “Nope. I smell comfort in the arms of
a loving wife.”

“A loving, sexy, gorgeous, erotic goddess of a wife.” He
bent down and claimed her lips for a long kiss. Doubt racked Beth. Would he
still think all these nice things about her after what was about to happen?
Should she call it off now, while she still could?

But deep inside her, she knew it was already too late. Gavin
strode into the little bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he went.

“Wait.”

He paused in the middle of tossing his thermal undershirt
into the corner. “Yeah?”

“You said you saw the photograph. At Artfully Yours.”

”Yeah. The bondage photo.”

“And that was when you decided to come here. To see if we
could…try something like that?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath. He looked so vulnerable, his
bare chest still sweaty from pacing the sidelines at the Nasties match. “I’d
wanted to before, but I was afraid you wouldn’t want it.”

Beth fixed her glance on the homey dresser where he’d so
thoughtfully left clothes for her yesterday. She whispered, “That photo…how
much did you see?”

“I got just a quick look, but it was enough. I saw a
beautiful woman submitting to a man.”

She was afraid of that. “There’s more. In the photo. You had
to look closely.”

He cocked his head, trying to reconstruct the image. “What
else was there?”

But Beth’s nerve failed her. Some things were hard to say
out loud. Walking through that locker room had offered such a sexual thrill.
But if she’d had to tell Gavin about it ahead of time…no way. “Go take your
shower. You’ll see.”

He shot her a quizzical smile and disappeared into the
bathroom. A few minutes later came a knock on the door.

* * * * *

The hot shower felt great. Gavin let the water sluice over
him, washing away the stress of the game and the locker room stink. He took a
moment to thank whatever sexual guardian spirit had inspired him to take this
trip. Beth was his now. His in a way she’d never been before. Last night hadn’t
been a fluke either. Today he’d fucked her in a random hallway and she hadn’t
minded one bit.
You owe me
, she’d said.

He chuckled at the memory and heard his voice echo off the
shower walls. That would be one debt he’d have no trouble paying back. Double,
if necessary. Whatever she wanted. Whatever turned her on.

Interesting that she’d brought up the photograph. What had
he missed? A man, a woman, a leash, handcuffs. Granted, he’d only seen it for
half a second, but what more could there be?

He soaped his balls, remembering the incredible feeling of
emptying himself into her at the stadium. She’d played the temptress so well
she could have had every lust-crazed player on the team as her willing slave.
He had to admit it turned him on that they all wanted her. But she hadn’t
wanted them. She’d wanted him.

He felt himself getting hard again. Damn. He and Beth had
had more sex in the past two days than they usually had in a week. And he was
still eager for more.

Maybe she was ready for him. Maybe she’d gotten naked and
was waiting for him on the bed. Maybe she’d found some other crazy outfit. A
French maid’s uniform or an
I Dream of Jeannie
outfit. Chuckling, he
turned off the water and toweled himself off.

When he stepped naked into the room, the world had changed.

Beth sat on the bed with a man. A stranger. He had long black
hair and straight black eyebrows. He was dark-skinned, with some Native Alaska
blood perhaps. His eyes met Gavin’s.
He’s
a wild thing
, thought
Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.

Gavin remembered that he was naked. The hell if he’d try to
hide himself in his own cabin. Hockey players weren’t exactly shy. He was very
used to being bare-ass in front of other men. His eyes traveled back to Beth’s,
looking for guidance. She blinked twice, looking anxious. The tip of her tongue
made a quick pass across her lips.

“In the photograph,” she whispered, “there were two men.”

Two men. He looked at the intruder again. The man returned
his gaze steadily.

“My name’s Eagle,” he said in a deep voice. “Your wife asked
me to come.”

“I met him at the ice pond. He…I asked him to help.”

Gavin’s heart skipped a beat at the plaintive tone in her
voice. His poor girl must be terrified of his reaction. But she’d done what he
wanted. She’d summoned the courage to bare her fantasy like this.

Eagle spoke. “I told her I’d have to meet you first.” A
little zing of heat traveled between the two of them.

“Well—” Gavin had to clear his throat. “What do you…”

“I’m into it.” The quick answer made Gavin’s cock jump. “If
you are.”

Gavin looked at Beth, her face flushed, tilted away from him.
“I want to make her happy. But this is new to me. To us.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m a little nervous too.” Eagle’s dry
tone made all three of them relax. “How about we start with the photograph.
Your wife told me about it. You’ve seen it.”

Obviously not all of it. But he nodded.

“Figured we could go from there. Nothing’s going to happen
that you, me and Beth aren’t okay about.”

Gavin felt his nervousness ease. He wouldn’t just be a
spectator. He had some control over what was to come.

“It sounded hot, that photo. Two men, one woman. She’s
naked, but they aren’t.” Eagle brought his hand to the neckline of Beth’s
catsuit.

Gavin took in a deep breath. Beth’s eyes were cast down,
toward the floor. He had the urge to take her into his arms, squirrel her away
under the covers. But that’s not what she wanted right now. “Unzip her,” he
said.

* * * * *

The relief made Beth so dizzy she barely noticed when Eagle
unzipped her catsuit. A whoosh of air on her nipples sent a shaft of excitement
through her insides. This was actually happening. A strange man was actually
undressing her, just as she’d dreamed ever since she’d seen that photo. And
maybe before…

Her eyelids drooped and she let her head fall back. She
wanted to be handled like a baby, like a toy. She’d done her part—she’d brought
the three of them together and showed them what she wanted. Now she wanted to
put herself in their hands. Two men using her, pleasuring her. Eagle spread the
two sides of her catsuit apart, exposing her torso to Gavin’s scalding gaze.

“In the photo,” said Eagle, “one man is fondling her, the
other man is watching.”

Beth moaned. Hearing him speak it aloud was unbearably
arousing. Eagle touched her nipple, lightly, but that was enough to make her
entire body jump like a fish.

“You’re making me hot,” muttered Eagle. He spread his palm
across her chest, between her breasts, so her two nipples peaked on either side
of his hand. The heavy warmth of his hand, just above her heart, gave her a
melting sensation. Eagle shifted her so she sat between his legs, leaning her
back against his hard chest. She breathed in his scent, like fresh forest air.
So different from Gavin’s.