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  lay against his stomach.

  Ryder helped her up, his hands drifting over her skin as she threw one leg over Mac’s body. She reached between them, grasped Mac’s heavy erection in her hand and positioned it at her pussy entrance.

  She closed her eyes as she sank down onto him. Mac emitted a long hiss of air. His hands gripped her hips, holding her down against his body.

  “You feel so damn good, Kit.”

  She opened her eyes to see Ryder stretched on the bed beside her and Mac, his hand sliding up and down his cock as he watched Kit fuck Mac. She held his gaze as she began riding Mac. Then she threw back her head, struggling to breathe as her stomach tightened unbearably.

  Mac shifted beneath her, rotating their bodies. She opened her eyes as Mac turned until his legs hung over the side of the bed. Ryder moved from the bed to stand behind her. His hands splayed over her back, pushing her toward Mac.

  She understood the command and leaned into Mac. Mac wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest as he continued to thrust between her legs.

  Ryder stepped between Mac’s legs and palmed her buttocks in his large hands. Kit nearly came right there. She knew what was next. Shards of pleasure cut into her abdomen, tightened her pussy until she gripped Mac’s cock so tightly, he moaned in pleasure.

  Ryder’s cock butted against the tight seam of her ass. She trembled in Mac’s arms.

  “Easy, baby,” Mac whispered. His hands soothed up and down her body. “Relax. Let us do all the work.”

  The head of Ryder’s cock pushed forward until she felt the tight muscle give way under his persistence. He paused, giving her body time to adjust to his invasion. Then he sank all the way into her.

  She bolted forward in Mac’s arms, her body as tight as a bow at full draw. Two cocks deeply embedded within her. She felt full, engorged, and never had she experienced such pleasure in her life. She danced a fine line between pain and ecstasy. Her vision swam as she tried to process the barrage of sensations that pelted her.

  The two men began to move, alternating thrusts, in a rhythm she knew they were familiar with. Oh yeah, they’d had plenty of practice taking the same woman.

  Ryder’s hands gripped her waist, aiding her movement as the two men pumped in and out of her. Mac tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her down to meet his demanding kiss.

  This time neither man stopped as they had before. She could feel them tense as they neared their release. Her body was doing its own rapid climb up a very steep hill.

  She panted, trying desperately to squeeze more oxygen into her burning lungs. She was running. She was flying. She was hurtling out of a plane in a ninety-mile-an-hour freefall.

  “That’s it baby, let go. Just let go.”

  Mac’s voice seemed a mile away. But she grabbed on tight and held on just as her body exploded with the force of an atomic bomb.

  Ryder surged forward, burying himself deep into her ass. His entire body trembled and shook against her. Then Mac stiffened beneath her, bucked up, trying to find his way deeper into her pussy. They met in a powerful tangle of bodies. Hot jets of semen rushed into her body.

  She heard someone cry out then realized it was her. She collapsed onto Mac’s chest, holding him as tight as she could. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, spilling onto Mac’s skin.

  She was dimly aware of Ryder easing from her then of him wiping her sensitive skin with a cloth. She lay limply over Mac, his cock still buried in her pussy.

  Mac kissed her temple and ran his fingers tenderly over her cheek.

  “I’m gonna go jump in the shower,” Ryder rumbled behind her.

  Mac nodded and continued stroking over her face. He rolled her over and gently withdrew from between her legs.

  “Are you all right?”

  She nodded, not certain she was capable of speech. She burrowed deeper into Mac’s arms and closed her eyes.

  A few minutes later she heard Ryder walk back into the room. He bent over the bed, his head close to her ear. “You all right, Kit? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

  Kit smiled. “No, in fact if you two treated me with any more care, you’d have to unwrap me from a wad of cellophane.”

  “Want to jump in the shower with me?” Mac asked.

  She sighed. “I’m not sure I can move.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll take care of the moving.”

  Mac rolled out of bed then bent and picked her up. He carried her into the bathroom and set her on the counter. The mirrors were fogged from Ryder’s shower, and the air hung warm over her.

  Mac leaned in to turn the water on, then he collected her in his arms. The warm spray sent a groan of pleasure straight out of her throat.

  He gently soaped her body and rinsed the suds from her skin. Kit stood there as he took care of her, marveling at this puzzling side of Mac.

  She wasn’t used to him being so tender. So utterly gentle. In all the years she’d known Mac and Ryder, neither one of them had ever been the sensitive type. They were too busy being badasses.

  Honestly, she’d expected hot, rough, scorch-the-sheets sex, and what she’d gotten was . . . Well, she wasn’t sure she wanted to dwell on the feelings their lovemaking had elicited.

  Lovemaking. Just the fact she was calling sex some frilly, girly moniker was a huge warning sign.

  Mac turned off the shower and stepped out. He reached back in for her, a towel in his other hand. Soon she was wrapped in a fluffy towel. She stood for a moment while Mac dried himself off, and she took the opportunity to admire the work of art that was his body.

  Muscles rippled across his back as he slid the towel over his shoulders. His legs, long, thick, leading up to the tightest ass she’d ever seen on a guy. Not one ounce of fat marred his body. She knew he worked out daily, but damn, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of his physique up close and personal.

  Unable to resist, she moved closer and ran her hand over his ass. He turned around, a wicked gleam in his eye.

  “I’d much rather that hand be here,” he said, guiding it to his semi-aroused cock.

  His flesh was still slightly damp. She curled her hand around the thick base and slowly pumped up and down.

  “Are you two going to fuck in the bathroom or what?” Ryder called from the bedroom.

  Kit laughed. She dropped the towel and walked past Mac into the bedroom. Ryder was on the bed, sprawled on his back, his hand curled around his cock.

  His eyes gleamed in the lamplight. “Come over here, darlin’. I want to sample that pretty mouth of yours again.”

  Mac’s hand slid over her bare ass as he walked up behind her. She smiled at Ryder and sauntered over to the edge of the bed. She crawled onto the covers and slowly made her way between his legs.

  “Don’t tease,” Ryder said in a strained voice. “Just wrap those lips around my dick before I come all unglued.”

  Instead of complying, she bent her head and ran her tongue slowly up the length of his shaft. His hips bucked and jerked as she reached the tip, and she closed her mouth around it.

  “Take it deep,” he said raggedly.

  She sank her mouth down until she could take no more. She paused then slowly slid her lips upward again.

  Ryder moaned. “Goddamn, woman. You’re killing me!”

  She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and began working her hand up and down as her mouth followed suit.

  Ryder’s hands plunged into her hair, gripping her tightly. He held her as he bucked his hips, fucking her mouth with urgency. He trembled beneath her, and the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and took more of him until finally he went limp against the bed.

  His hands stroked through her hair, smoothing it from her face. She looked up to see him staring at her with lust-filled eyes, their dark orbs brimming with approval.

  “It’s your turn, darlin’, and don’t think I won’t enjoy every minute of it.”

  Kit’s mouth went dry. Behind her,
Mac put his hands on her shoulders and eased her backward. She let him control the flow of her movement until she was flat on her back, her head dangling over the edge of the bed.

  His cock nudged her lips, and she opened her mouth to accept him. The position seemed awkward at first, but she was at the perfect level for Mac to fuck her mouth, and he did so with gentle strokes.

  Ryder spread her legs and ran his fingers lightly over the folds of her pussy. His tongue flicked over her tight bud, and she jerked in reaction.

  He spread her wider and delved his tongue over her opening, then began to fuck her with his tongue. His thumb found her clit and began to massage it in a circular motion.

  She cried out around Mac’s thick cock, the sound escaping in a soft echo. He stroked in and out, his cock reaching farther into the wetness of her mouth. He tasted as masculine as he looked, and she couldn’t get enough.

  She was like an addict in need of a fix. She wanted more and didn’t want them to stop. She sucked loudly and registered Mac’s desperate moans.

  Ryder slid two fingers into her writhing pussy then sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked his tongue repeatedly over the quivering flesh.

  She bowed her back in one long continuous arc as her orgasm crashed hard over her. The explosion rocked her and continued rocking her even as Mac flooded into her mouth.

  She twisted her hips in a desperate plea for mercy, but Ryder continued his assault with his mouth.

  Mac withdrew from her mouth and bent over her body to suck sharply at her nipples. She felt something pop within her, and unbelievably, on the heels of the most awesome orgasm of her life, she began a fast climb toward another.

  She cried out and clenched her fists into balls. Then Ryder threw open her legs, and in one forceful thrust, he lunged into her.

  The room went dark. She couldn’t see. All she could do was feel. Mac sucked her nipples. Ryder fucked her pussy with long, hard strokes. Mac’s hands covered her body. Ryder gripped her hips. He plunged again and again until she honest to God thought she was going to pass out.

  Ryder tightened between her legs just as Mac pinched one nipple between his fingers. He bit the other, and she gave herself over to the cataclysmic volcano that was threatening to consume her.

  Several long minutes later, she lay there gasping for breath. Every muscle in her body had the consistency of Jell-O. She couldn’t move if she wanted.

  Ryder was slumped over her, the last quivers of his orgasm jerking his hips. He withdrew, and she felt the warm flood of his cum leave her.

  Mac collected her carefully in his arms. He moved her up the bed until she lay in the middle. Then he simply pulled the covers over them and reached to turn out the light.

  Ryder threw one leg over her, and Mac curled his arm over her waist. She fell asleep with both men wrapped around her.

  CHAPTER 7

  The bed dipped, and one of the warm bodies surrounding Kit went away. She made a disgruntled sound and heard a soft chuckle close to her ear. Ryder kissed her temple.

  “I’ve got to go into the garage, darlin’. But I’ll be around tonight. Why don’t you let me take you into work?”

  “On the motorcycle?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Deal,” she said with a grin.

  He tweaked her on the ass and headed for the bathroom. She yawned and closed her eyes again. Several minutes later, she heard Ryder come out of the bathroom. She turned in his direction and smiled as he blew her a kiss. After he left the room, she turned back to Mac to see he was awake and staring at her.

  “You’re staring,” she said.

  “That’s because you’re gorgeous.”

  She ducked her head shyly.

  “How are you this morning? Sore?” Mac asked as he snuck an arm around her waist.

  She grinned. “Think that highly of yourself, big boy?”

  “Babe, you took on two very large, very aroused men. It ain’t about my ego. You’re a tiny thing. Ryder and I are not.”

  She chuckled. “Yes, I’m a bit sore, but I have to say, if I couldn’t walk, I wouldn’t care.”

  “That good?”

  She leaned in and kissed him. “Yeah, that good.”

  His beard scratched across her chin as he kissed her back.

  “You need to shave.”

  Mac rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “What say we get dressed, go eat some breakfast down at the café then head over to your place to pick up some more of your things?”

  She paused. She didn’t want to piss off Mac after an otherwise spectacular night by informing him she had no intention of hiding out at his house forever. But she would stay a few days, at least until he could investigate her stalker.

  “Sounds good,” she finally said. No sense making an issue before it was necessary.

  Mac relaxed beside her as if he’d expected her to argue. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He walked naked to the bathroom, giving Kit a prime view of his backside. And damn, when he turned sideways, she could see how very well hung he was when he wasn’t hard. Jesus.

  “Like what you see?”

  His blue eyes twinkled as a sexy grin spread across his face. She hurled a pillow across the room at him.

  “You know damn well I do.”

  “It’s yours, babe. All you gotta do is ask.”

  He turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her to ponder the implication of his statement.

  She rolled out of bed and wrinkled her nose at the sheets. Rumpled,wadded and probably sticky to boot. She yanked them off the bed and headed for the washing machine.

  When she returned to the bathroom, Mac had just stepped out of the shower. He reached back in and turned the water back on.

  “All yours,” he said.

  Ten minutes later, she left the bathroom in a towel and nearly collided with Mac as she entered his bedroom.

  He caught her in his arms and whistled appreciatively. He slid a finger under the band of the towel. “Come on, just one peek,” he said as he yanked downward.

  The towel fell to the floor, baring her body. Tiny prickles danced up her spine as Mac’s fingers trailed down her skin. They came to rest below her hip bone where her dragon tattoo was displayed.

  “Have I ever told you how much I love your tattoo?” Mac asked.

  She chuckled. “You’d only seen it once before last night.”

  He grinned wickedly. “But I’ve thought about it a thousand times.”

  She stepped around him and reached for her duffel bag on the floor. She could feel him watching her as she dressed, and she purposely teased him by pulling her underwear up her legs as slowly as she could. She turned around to face him then pulled a T-shirt over her head.

  He raised an eyebrow. “No bra?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t have that much.”

  He snorted. “Your breasts are perfect, and I have to tell you, I don’t like the idea of everyone getting such a spectacular view of them.”

  She raised her head in surprise.

  The distance between them closed as he stepped forward. He cupped her breasts through the thin T-shirt and thumbed her nipples until they stood pointy and erect.

  “Oh yeah,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

  Her legs trembled, and her pussy throbbed. “Mac,” she whispered. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll never get breakfast.”

  Regret shadowed his eyes as he withdrew. He reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers. “You definitely need to eat if you’re going to keep your strength up.”