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She danced around him in a slow circle, lifting her arms to
display the globes of her breasts. She turned again, showing off the sculpted
muscles of her back and waist, the tone of her ass, all of which she worked
damn hard to get and keep in tip-top shape. Her mouth open, her tongue at the
corner, she pouted at him. Feigning a pampered sulkiness because that’s the
expression men told her they liked from her full pink lips, she put one foot up
and slid it along the seat of the chaise, along Jed’s torso.

He captured her foot against his chest and caught, she could
do only one thing. She opened her thigh and let him glimpse how eager she was
to have him.
Yes
, she whimpered as he swallowed in raw want,
you can
see how I am ready for you.

Can you smell my need of you?

Can you satisfy me more than I can myself?

And as he circled his arm around her waist and dragged her
up over his body, she was struck by a question she had never asked herself when
she’d been in bed with any other man.

Can you do right by me?

Chapter Five

He crushed her against him then rolled her under him. The
warmth, the strength of him sent her head spinning. She reeled, trying to gain
her presence of mind in this fantasy ablaze with lust.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her lower
lip. “You are the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”

If she’d been fifteen and he had said this to her, she would
have died and called it a good life. But she was thirty and done wrong by one
man so badly she fought the urge to swoon at this one’s words. “I’m so glad you
think so.”

He shook his head a little, as if he heard her reticence.
Then he held her chin as he reached up and kissed her eyelids. “I know so. Let
me prove it.”

She caught her breath. His actions seized her imagination.
What man with a hard-on like the Rock of Gibraltar took time to kiss a woman’s
nose? And her chin? Who nuzzled the hollow of her collarbone. Blessed her
shoulder, the crease of her elbow and each fingertip. How could a man groan as
he sat up, straddled her and cupped each breast but did not suck her, only
pinch her nipples, make her moan and shift beneath him? How could a man murmur
sweet nothings to her bellybutton? Make her chuckle. Then dart below to lick
the top of her slit and make her cry out to have him eat her until he laved up
all her cream. How could he go on, lower, further, kissing the inside of her
thighs wet with her juice from wanting him. Then lift a leg, skim the calf with
one big palm, wiggle each toe and come back to put his mouth over her pussy and
say, “Open this pretty cunt wide, Cara, baby. I’m hungry for you.”

Lovely words. She’d been so used to silent, perfunctory sex
that she tingled with Jed’s order. Eager, she spread her thighs so far, they
dangled over the sides of the chaise, her toes skimming the warm tiles of the
floor. She could feel his breath on her sensitive skin. She whimpered, feral
with desire for him. Hell, she could even inhale the sweet aromas of her cream
and his body scent as they mingled. She wanted him so badly.

And yet, all he did was draw a fingertip down her slit. “You
have the fattest lips, baby.”

She had wanted conversation in bed, she now had it. And she
was oh so ready to give it back. “Because I’m ready for you. Want you. Wanted
you since I was a teenager with more hormones than sense. I even wanted you
last week when we shook hands in the feed store.”

“Should’ve told me then.” He barked in laughter while he did
a very serious maneuver with two thick fingers up inside her cunt. She arched
her pelvis, reveling in his tenderness. “I wanted to strip you there, but Colt
Stanley wouldn’t have approved of the display in his aisles.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know about Colt. Word is he’s adventurous.
Likes more than one woman in bed with him. And to tell the truth—” She gasped
as Jed stroked her G-spot.

“Yeah?” Jed urged her with a wicked lopsided grin, never
letting up his deft massage of her sensitive core. “What’s the truth?”

“Exhibitionism kind of appeals to me.”

“Oh boy. What have we got here. A woman with guts.” He
chuckled as he shifted nearer and dropped kisses along her throat. “Not wild
about showing you off to other men though. Not for a long time.”

“Possession is nine tenths of the law?” She writhed as he
massaged her labia with his full hand.

“Want to please you and keep you a long time.”

“Do that and you will,” she breathed, sinking her fingers in
his hair, smelling his shampoo and his soap as he slid lower.

He grinned up at her, his mouth such a hot, handsome thing.
“Need your lips in my mouth.”

“Oh yes. Have me.”

He winked at her, bent, and with fingers to either of her
plump lips, rolled her open. “Sweetie, you are sopping wet for me.” Then he
sent his tongue all along one labia, from clit to perineum.

She vibrated with bliss.

“The other? Shall I do the other?” he teased her.

Eyes clamped shut, she was paralyzed in sexual joy. “If not,
I think I’ll have to kill you.”

He chuckled. One hand to her stomach, he pushed her flat to
the chaise and rolled open her pussy lips again. This time, he took his sweet
pleasure, savoring, tasting, swirling over her hot skin, driving her slowly mad
with how he nibbled and sucked.

But he never touched her clit. And that was how she came,
always. In a grinding state of near-climax, she tilted up her hips and urged
him on. “Please, more of that.”

He ate her labia, nipping her and tracing his hot, rough
tongue over her.

“No!” she fumed at him, then reached down to roll open her
pussy to show him her clit. “Lick me here.”

He shoved two fingers inside her channel and she bucked her
hips off the chaise. “You want to get off?”

“Um. Yes, I do.”

“Then we do it my way. My timing.”

“No!” She cuffed him. That way he could take everything,
quickly, leave her with nothing. She wouldn’t lose like that again to any man.

He caught her hand, forced it to the chaise. “Listen to me
well. You belong to me for this moment. I take. You enjoy.”

She thrashed, but he could not be thrown off.

He gripped her by the hips, spread her thighs wide, hoisted
one leg up over his shoulder and proceeded to devour her cunt with the most
succulent, devastating sips and bites and teases of his lips and teeth. She
writhed and he gave her more. She twitched and he drove his tongue more deeply
inside her. She creamed and screamed in awe and need and outrage, and he drove
two thick fingers inside her to massage her in some wild way, new and luscious
to her. At once, the urge to orgasm, always and only when she had tapped and
plucked and tickled her own clit, came over her like the storm that raged and
lashed outside. She pulsed around his fingers, her body thrilling with the
fulfillment and finally drifting to a lull.

That madness was what she had wanted for years with a man.
Delight bubbled inside her at what she’d tasted here with Jed.

She lifted a lazy hand to his hair. He had slid up, watching
her, his jade eyes rich with elation, his slashing mouth moist with her cream.

She cupped his chin and rose up to kiss his devastating
lips, once, twice. She relished the taste of herself on him. “Come inside me. I
want to do for you what you did for me.”

He grinned, stood and discarded shirt, belt, jeans and
oh
god, no underwear
. He’d been commando at the supper table. And as she sat
up straight, her wet pussy, so well eaten and loved by him and probably ruining
the linen upholstery, she faced his long, red hard cock and cooed. “Jed,
sweetie. I must help you work on this.”

He palmed himself, offering his thick rod to her. “Got any
ideas?”

“I do, I do.” She shifted nearer, then looked up at him, her
tongue moistening her lower lip. “I want to show you my appreciation. Like you
did for me.”

She squirmed, her impossibly demanding pussy aching to take
him inside her and show them both a good time. But what could she do for him?

She reached out and cupped his heavy balls. Christ, he was
firmly packed. Beautiful. Could she kiss these? She would. She extended her
hand to his cock and traced a blue vein with a fingertip. She wiggled closer
and rubbed her thumb over his slit. He was already dripping with want of her.

She smiled up at him and wiggled in delight. Some instinct
told her she had to ask for what she could have from him. “Can I take you in my
mouth? Do you like that?”

“You can. And I do.”

As she moved to do just that, he put a finger to the corner
of her mouth. “Ever done this before?”

Sheepish, she met his gaze and shook her head. “Yes, though
I might not be very good, I have a will to practice often.”

He traced a knuckle over her bottom lip. “Oh you’ll be
great, baby.”

Suddenly, she felt miserable. “You can’t know.”

“You have talent. And desire. That’s what you need to
succeed, sweetheart.”

“Are we…um…supposed to do it with a condom?”

“No, I’m clean. Had a test last year and haven’t been with
any woman since. Same for Harry and Will.” He put a tender hand under her chin
and inched his body closer, his big, handsome cock a breath away. “Take me,
Cara. Suck me.”

“If I don’t do it right, you’ll…tell me? Teach me how?”

“You bet I will. I’ll give you anything you want, baby. Do
what you want with me.”

She had never had a man offer himself up like that. Never.

She trembled so with delight, she saw her breasts sway and
felt her skin get prickly and hot. Shifting nearer to his big purple head, she
stroked the length of his cock with her hand, then put her mouth over his
helmet. She tasted him, sweet, salty and musky. She grinned to herself, then up
at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his hands on his hips. Had she ever thought
a man could be so patient, so giving? Never.

She sank over him, taking all of him in her mouth. He was
impossibly long but hard, his skin pliant but beneath, iron. She licked his
length, swirling her lips over his tip, holding it and sending the flat of her
tongue along his slit. He bucked, one hand to her hair. She drew forth more
pre-cum, delicious stuff. She wanted more and coaxed it from him. He groaned,
his hips flexing, his thighs bunching, rigid but restrained as if he were a
beast in the jungle. Her beast. His jungle. She grinned and kissed his slit
sweetly. Rolling his sac, she stroked him, long even adorations of his massive
rod. She sucked him, licked him, drew on him until he groaned and put a hand to
her cheek.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“Never, baby. You just have to lie back.”

She pushed herself back onto the chaise immediately, her
thighs open, her arms wide. “Like this?”

He chuckled. “Your enthusiasm overwhelms me.”

“Not too much that you can’t continue, I hope.”

He bent to kiss her. “Hell, baby, you suck like a witch. You
could ruin a man.”

Could I ruin you? For me?

And why? Why would you want him?

She leaned up on one elbow, watching him, learning about
herself.
I’d want him for the fun of sex. The dirty talk. The intensity.

He walked to the sink counter, opened a cabinet drawer, took
out a condom package and tore it. Dressing himself for their party, he laughed
lightly as he came to her on the chaise, sat, then bent, kissed her nipple and
hauled her legs up over his forearms. “Still wet for me?”

Still besotted by you. Sure.
“How will I ever go
dry?”

The two of them were chuckling like kids as he drove himself
inside her and came to one searing, smoldering, stunning halt.

“Jesus,” he shot out, his cock now balls-deep inside her.

“Oh sweetie,” she heard her own voice and swore she sounded
ten years younger. Giddy, madly in love with raunchy sex with Jed MacRae, she
felt filled to the top of her cunt, to her begging breasts. Damn, she was
filled to her eyeballs! “You are the finest man I’ve ever had.”

He moved inside her, watching her face, ramming her, gazing
at her pussy as she took him inside her cunt and never wanted to let him go.
“There are more where this came from.”

* * * * *

More
men
where this came from. That had been his
implication.

“Unmistakable,” she told herself as she fastened the buttons
on her white shirt the next morning. “Shall I pinch myself with my good fortune
now or do I wake up from a really risqué dream?”

Go with the good fortune version.

Yeah.
But how?
Without experience in how to handle
one highly sexed man, she was skeptical she could handle more. She gazed at
herself in the mirrors on the wall of the guest bedroom. Like the bathroom, the
place was enormous and sported a huge circular bed in the middle of the room.
The bed too stood atop a dais. Two walls of the room were nothing but
floor-to-ceiling mirrors. And the linens on the bed were pale earth tones in
the finest, softest thread count, the pillows—numerous, sumptuous downy things
in all kinds of interesting shapes.

She licked her lips, trying to focus on what she had to do
now to face these three men. Jed in particular. God in heaven. She closed her
eyes. How they had made love. Twice more. Once against the wall of the shower,
the warm water insistent and thrilling on her open pussy as he filled her up
again with his talented cock. Then he’d dried her off, a towel around her hair,
and pulled her into this room. Here she’d had little time or inclination to
notice the appointments because of his desire to eat her juicy, greedy cunt
once more and then fuck her until they both fell asleep.

She shivered in remembrance of the hours wrapped in his
arms, her naked ass against his body, spooned like familiar lovers. Her nipples
rose and puckered at the recollections. Her channel gushed with need.

How could that be?

You’re sated, that’s why. By a man. And when were you
ever? Jeff never bothered to try to help you reach exhausted bliss.

But this man made love as though he had all the time in the
world. And knew all the ways to make her come.

So of course you’re enthralled.

Her fingers drifted to the crotch of her jeans.
And I
want more.

Time to go home. Time to figure out if I can risk my
emotions again.

She whirled for the door, the hallway and the big kitchen.

The storm had abated to a constant drum of rain on the roof.
But the kitchen was bright with the glow of the fire in the hearth, the gold
and white granite countertops, the rich, dark rosewood of the cabinets and only
one man pouring himself coffee.

“Morning.” Harry turned as she walked toward him. “How are
you?”

How to answer that one? He had to know that his brother had
fucked her brains out all night long, so how could she look him in the eye
without being embarrassed?