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    Misty whimpered and kissed everything within her reach…his chest, his jaw, and finally his lips. Aiden chuckled against her mouth when she gasped at Seth pressed against her back and parted the cheeks of her ass.
    She held her breath. A little unsure she could handle what she begged for. Misty had no fear of taking one of them at a time, but two would be a first for her. She tensed when she felt the first gentle probing of Seth’s penis.
    ‘Relax, Misty,’ Aiden whispered, moving his hand from her hip to her groin and rubbing slow, lazy circles on her clit with the pads of his fingers.
    She jerked at his touch and opened her legs wider, allowing Seth the space he needed to push into her. She dug her nails into Aiden’s shoulders. Tears streamed down her face, caused by an almost unbearable surge of pleasure that made her groan.
    ‘Are you okay?’ Seth asked.
    ‘Don’t stop,’ she croaked, barely able to force the words out of her constricted throat.
    Seth pushed in a little further, drawing out and sinking into her quicker than he had before. Aiden thrust at the same time and Misty jerked backward, craved even more. Seth thrust again, almost instantly and she pushed back to meet him, surprising them all when he slid in to the hilt. Seth’s hand slapped down onto the small of her back as he shuddered against her. Aiden’s fingers dug into her thighs, his head falling away from hers and onto the pillow, his throat convulsing at the spasms she could feel going through him.
    Someone’s fingers—maybe Seth’s—found their way to her clit again and Misty’s control came undone.
    ‘Yes, yes,’ she shouted, spurring them on while they pummeled their cocks into her and she began to come. Misty didn’t make another sound. Her breath caught in her throat. She could do no more than lie between them with wave after wave of pleasure, and the hard jolt of her muscles clenching tighter and tighter, rendering her helpless.
    Somewhere at the edge of her consciousness, she heard one of them cry out and the other begin to pant. She knew they had come when she did.
    In the morning, she would remember no more than the sound of ragged breathing as they all struggled for air and the sensation of being encased in the warm flesh of the two men who had claimed her body forever.
    As it turned out, Misty remembered nothing in the morning because she didn’t wake until early afternoon. She sat up in the wreckage of her bedding and looked around. Of course they had gone, maybe even left last night. The three of them couldn’t have slept in her relatively small bed whether they wanted to or not. Seth and Aiden needed to be on site at first light anyway.
    She hoped they felt as utterly exhausted but deliriously happy as she did. Misty flopped back down onto the pillows and shook her head in wonder at how quickly things could change. Just yesterday, they’d all been no more than friends who’d ‘gone there’ once. But now she knew she could never be simply friends with them again.
    They loved her. The thought scared her over again. Misty could handle whatever they wanted to do to her body, but her heart would be a different matter. She wanted to be with them every waking moment. Misty valued them as friends, and loved what they did to her body, but did that add up to the kind of love they had professed for her?
    She threw back the covers and staggered into the bathroom, laughing ruefully when her muscles screamed in protest. That would teach her to beg two strapping cowboys to give her everything they had. She’d spent the last two hours in the bathtub, enjoying the cool water on a steaming hot Arizona afternoon, when someone knocked her door. Had the guys skipped out of work? Her heart started to race at the thought they were outside her apartment and hot for her again.
    Misty smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and wrapped her wet body in a towel. She didn’t need to question how she felt for them. Her