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enough to have any woman drooling, but the heavy weight between Devon’s legs had her aching and wet.

She peeked over at Con and realized he was every bit as hard.

Tory tore her gaze away from the swelled head of his erection and searched Con’s face for signs of jealousy. He still didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but the soft smile he sent her way was reassurance enough.

Devon pushed his pelvis against her, gaining her attention. With the single-minded purpose of making him squirm, Tory began smoothing her right hand over his pectorals. She ran her fingers through the coarse dark curls that littered his chest and inched her legs upward until they were wrapped around his lean waist.

She let her sex slide along the length of his cock, luxuriating in his deep groan of satisfaction.

“You do me in, sugar,” Devon confessed as he teased his fingers down the front of her, setting off several little fires along the way. “Ah, sweet and soft,” he groaned as he kissed her. His lips, so warm and firm, tasted hers as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. When he flipped them both over, putting her on top, she started to protest. His pleasurable torture continued, distracting her. By slow degrees, he took playful licks of her tongue and nipped her lower lip with his teeth. When she felt a pair of masculine hands cupping and caressing her bottom, Tory broke the kiss and looked beside her to see Con propped up on his elbow. The intensity in his silver gaze scorched a path clear to her core. His fingers dipped into the cleft and touched her clitoris. Tory moaned. He stroked her swollen pussy lips and her body vibrated at the bare touch. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she finally admitted, unable to contain the glorious feelings rioting inside her any longer.

“Both of you.”

Con dipped his finger into her pussy, sinking deep, then murmured, “That’s the first time you’ve said that, little girl.”

“Damn, I thought we’d never hear the words,” Devon said, his voice a low rumble of sound in the quiet room.

With Con’s finger thrusting in and out, Tory was having a hard time concentrating. Her body was on fire. “I-I’m sorry I haven’t said them before. I wanted it to be special.”

“You’ll have to say them all the time now,” Con said, teasingly as a second finger joined the first. “To make up for time lost. When we wake up. When we go to bed. At breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“I have a present for you,” Devon interjected.

“I thought the trip was my present.”

“It was,” he agreed, “but we thought you deserved something extra.”

In another heartbeat, Con pulled his fingers free. She let out an unhappy whimper. “Come over here and I’ll give you more,” Con invited as he moved to his back and held out his hand. Yeah, like she could say no to the dark-haired devil. Tory slid off Devon and moved on top of Con. True to his words, Con’s fingers found their way between her legs. Soon he was pushing two deep and driving her body higher and 40

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higher. When Devon reappeared on the bed, he was holding a small black box. She might be turned inside out by Con’s talented fingers, but even that couldn’t completely kill her curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.

“Open it and see, sugar,” Devon murmured.

Tory propped her head on her elbow on Con’s chest and took the box from Devon. She popped the lid open. Her breath caught at what lay inside. Sitting on a bed of black velvet lay a triple open-heart necklace.

“Oh, Devon, it’s beautiful.” Her voice caught, and tears stung the back of her eyes.

“Our hearts belong to you,” he whispered tenderly. “Always.”

“Always,” Con confirmed.

Devon took the box from her trembling hand and gently placed it on the table next to the bed. “Later, we’ll put it on you. For now, there’s the little matter of your pleasure.” She watched as he picked up a tube of lubricant and popped the top.

With tender care, Con pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then drove back in, harder and deeper. Tory threw her head back and moaned. He stroked her clit and she trembled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devon move behind her. Large hands caressed her buttocks. A moan erupted from deep within Tory as Devon let his lubricated finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there. She was so hungry to feel both men buried deep that she started pleading.

Con lifted and sucked one hard nipple, setting off a malestorm of need inside her. Devon lowered his body over hers and kissed the base of her spine. “You want to be fucked, sugar?”

“Yes, Devon. God yes!” she cried, pushing her ass backward to take more of his exploring finger.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Devon urged, “Take it, girl.”

A second slick finger joined the first, and little by little he stretched her, preparing her ass for the invasion of his cock. Tory shuddered as Con’s fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with slow precision, as if he had all the time in the world. Con’s thumb pressed against her clit, his tongue licking and playing with her nipples. Devon’s warm, firm hand took hold of her hip and held her still while he dipped a third finger inside her ass. Tory dropped her head to Con’s shoulder as her body began to spiral out of control. When she squeezed her bottom, Devon cursed.

“God damn. You make me crazy. So fucking crazy.”

Tory couldn’t concentrate on Devon’s words as sensation after sensation bombarded her.

Con flicked and teased her nubbin and whispered sweet words of encouragment as he suckled one needy breast, then the other. Devon kissed an arousing trail down her spine, and Con rammed his fingers fingers deep inside her pussy. Tory lost it.

Her climax came out of nowhere, hitting like a tidal wave and knocking her into another realm. She screamed, her back arching as her body flew apart. She collapsed on top of Con, exhausted, every nerve ending humming.

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Devon’s rough voice just barely broke through the erotic fog coating her mind when he ordered, “My dick is going to feel so damn good inside this tight little ass.”

Con slipped his fingers free of her dripping mound and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She watched transfixed as he licked each digit clean. “Delicious, baby,” he breathed out. Con pushed upward and Tory felt the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her pussy. Her body went from sated to famished in a heartbeat.

With slow, deliberate movements, Con tucked the head of his cock between the swollen folds, then pulled her down to press a kiss to her lips. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over her lower lip, nipping and driving her into a horny stupor. A few inches of his rock-hard erection slipped deeper as he vowed, “I swear I’d live forever like this if I could. My dick all snug and warm inside your cunt, hell, yeah.”

Good thing he didn’t wait for a reply because Tory was utterly incapable of speech. She felt another hand smoothing over her back to her bottom. She turned her head to see Devon. In one hand he held a tube of lubricant, in the other he cupped a handful of her plump flesh. She watched as he squirted a portion of it onto his dick and smoothed it up and down his shaft. Her vision blurred as he began a slow glide inside her ass, filling her. She felt the familiar sense of fullness as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Con flexed his hips and buried the rest of his cock inside her throbbing pussy.

“Oh God, yes. Yes!”

Devon picked up the pace, fucking her a little faster, while Con seemed content to take his time.

Tory’s body held both men tight. Devon’s hips slammed against hers as he pumped her ass with his cock.

Con let loose a low growl and began moving in time with Devon. Soon both men were dancing to the same rhythm. Con’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Devon shouted her name and hammered her ass.

Once. Twice. Suddenly both men erupted, jets of hot come spilling inside. Tory felt every pump, every spasm of their cocks, and it spurred on her own orgasm. She flew over the edge, barely aware of Con’s strong arms surrounding her and Devon’s gentle hands petting her hair and back. She collasped on top of Con, her breathing ragged, their sweat mingling.

Devon carefully slid out of her body, then plopped down on the bed beside them. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face as Con kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you, baby.”

Tory blinked away some of her lethargy. “For what?”

“For not giving up on me.”

She forced her limp neck muscles to lift her head and realized he was staring at Devon. Both men turned their gazes toward her and grinned. “I love you,” she blurted out, again, as her watery gaze took in the sight of them. They were a whole lot wild, slightly sex-crazed and just a tad dysfunctional. And they were all hers.

“Damn,” Devon groaned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”

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“Ditto,” Con agreed before swatting her bottom. “Now, who’s up for round two?”

Tory let out a deep sigh. “I love Valentine’s Day.”

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About the Author

Anne Rainey grew up in a small town in central Ohio the only girl with three rowdy, older brothers.

When she wasn’t playing tackle football with them she could be found tucked away in her mother’s book room getting lost in mysterious worlds created by authors such as Martha Grimes and Andrew M. Greeley.

She’s had a variety of odd jobs including Chiropractic Assistant, Frame Stylist, Restaurant Hostess, and Nail Technician. Anne now lives with her fabulous husband, two gorgeous teenage daughters, two ornery dogs and three snooty cats. When she’s not dressing, feeding, cleaning or spending time with them, she can be found at the computer writing stories hot enough to make your toes curl!

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Cape May

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What She Craves

Unwrapping these gifts could get a girl in a world of trouble.

What She Craves

© 2010 Anne Rainey

Cape May, Book 2

Tory Jeffries likes things simple. A modest home, a web design business, easygoing men. Except there’s never one around when she needs one—and she needs a date for
the
event of the year, her friend Con Walker’s annual Christmas party. Not that she couldn’t go alone, but spending the evening as a third wheel doesn’t appeal.

When her old friend Devon Mason turns up dateless as well, she anticipates a fun evening with her flirty, bad-boy buddy. Then Devon and Con offer her a Christmas treat that her inner slut begs her not to refuse. A night with both delicious, muscular men. In Con’s bed. Naked.

After growing up together with an up-close-and-personal view of life’s ugly side, it doesn’t surprise Devon and Con that they’ve fallen for the same woman. They’ve watched her date men who aren’t nearly good enough for her, and now it’s time to show the fiery blonde just how perfectly she fits in their sinful fantasy sandwich. When they take their first long, slow taste, something extraordinary happens. They fall in love.

Now all they have to do is convince their suddenly skittish princess that fairy tales can come true…

Warning: This book contains one sassy heroine getting two tasty alpha heroes for Christmas. Expect some crazy hot m/f/m sex and a Christmas Eve party that’ll blow your stockings clean off.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
What She Craves: Tory snorted and sat back in her chair. “You can’t be serious, Summer. It’s your first Christmas with Gage. I’m not crashing that little party, no matter how many times you ask.”

Inwardly, Tory cringed. How pathetic, having her best friend take pity on her on Christmas Eve. It made her feel like a little lost orphan or something. Even though Summer didn’t mean it that way, Tory still wanted to crawl under the rug. Or better yet, have some handsome man walk through her front door and sweep her away. Sort of the way Gage had come into Summer’s life. He’d brought life back into her friend’s eyes. Tory was grateful to him for that. A little envious that she didn’t have a guy treating her as if she hung the moon, sure, but happy for Summer. Gage was exactly what Summer needed. The death of Seth, Summer’s first husband, had put the woman into a deepfreeze. Gage had come along and thawed her out.

Summer reached across the table and swatted her hand. “Don’t be so difficult. Gage said he’d love to have you over, and you know I always enjoy your company.”

Tory forced a smile to her lips as she picked up her mug and sipped her hot coffee. The temperature was in the teens outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in her drafty kitchen. As she looked around, taking in the nearly fifty year old house, Tory sighed. It’d been her grandmother’s house until she’d passed away and left everything she owned to her only granddaughter. Tory knew she should renovate the old two-story, but she couldn’t bring herself to change even the color of the paint, as hard as the bright yellow was on the eyes, much less let some construction crew tromp around getting drywall dust all over her Nana’s prized area rug. Her grandfather had bought the oval rug when he’d had to go overseas on a business trip. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing, with the puke-green-and-rust floral print, but her grandmother had loved it, cherished it. No, Tory thought with fondness, the house would stay as it was, well-loved, if a little drafty at times.