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and his words drawn out. Almost like a purr.
    One long finger drifted over her hand on the bar. More
    tingles.
    Erin edged her hand away from his warmth. A sense of
    loss consumed her. She ignored his question and faced the
    young lady tending bar. "A gin and tonic, please." She
    fumbled in her handbag for money, but Blue Eyes threw a
    twenty onto the counter.
    "Keep the change," he said.
    Erin extended her hand to reach for the bill before the
    bartender took it, but Blue Eyes covered her hand with his.
    "Please, let us."
    "But I don't even know you."
    "You will, as soon as you tell us your name."
    Erin's heart sped up at the man's gorgeous smile. He was
    blond and perfect, and the warmth from his hand on hers
    spread to every cell in her body.
    "I'm Landon Kay," he said in his purring tone, "and this is
    my...friend, Nick Foster."
    She turned and gazed into Nick's dark eyes.
    "Pleasure," he said and reached for her other hand. He
    drew it to his full lips and brushed them lightly across her
    fingertips. Perfect again, only Nick was dark where Landon
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    was fair. Two incredibly perfect males. Two incredibly perfect
    bodies, both pressed against hers. Her blood sizzled in her
    veins.
    Nick dropped her hand and traced one warm finger across
    her cheek. A low hum resonated. His voice, just like Landon's.
    A purr. "Tell us your name, honey."
    "Erin," she said without meaning to. "Erin Monroe."
    "Mmm." From behind, Landon purred into her neck.
    Shivers raced through her and landed between her legs.
    Erin wasn't sure how she ended up in their cabin. She'd
    left her drink sitting on the bar, so she couldn't blame the
    alcohol. Hell, one drink wouldn't have impaired her judgment
    anyway.
    Both men rubbed up against her, Nick in front, Landon
    behind, their bodies hard and ready. She should be
    frightened. Freaked. Scared shitless.
    She wasn't.
    "You're beautiful." Landon pulled the band holding her
    brown hair in a ponytail and let her tresses sift through his
    fingers. "Like silk," he said. "Mahogany silk." He inhaled.
    "Apples. Tart apples."
    Nick smoothed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder
    and dropped a light kiss onto her bare skin. The soft whisper
    of his lips made her quiver.
    "Apples," he echoed. "You sure it's her hair, Lan?" His lips
    curved against her flesh.
    Fresh juice gushed between her thighs. Her panties would
    be soaked by now. What was she doing here with not one,
    but two men? Two strange men?
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    "No." Landon brushed his lips against Erin's cheek. "I
    wasn't talking about her hair." He kissed her nose, her other
    cheek. "I was talking about her sweet juicy cunt."
    Her breath caught. The c-word. Instead of horrifying her...
    Was that more moisture dripping down her thigh? "What am I
    doing here?"
    "Oh, honey," Nick said. "You're doing what you were put
    on earth to do."
    "And that is?" Her voice cracked.
    "Make love to us." Nick's hand slid up her waist and
    cupped one breast. He groaned. "Both of us."
    "You can't mean..."
    "Oh, yes we can." Landon cupped the other breast. "And
    we do."
    "But shouldn't we..." What had she meant to say?
    "Get to know each other?" Landon chuckled into her hair.
    "We will, don't you worry."
    Erin fell limp between their two beautiful bodies. How had
    Landon known what she meant? She looked into his sparkling
    azure eyes. Though tall herself, these men dwarfed her, both
    six-four at least. She stood numb, aching to touch them, to
    sift her fingers through Nick's dark locks, Landon's blond
    waves. Nick's broad and beefy shoulders beckoned. The
    golden curls peeking from the vee of Landon's T-shirt begged
    to be caressed.
    "Go ahead," Landon said, reading her mind again.
    "Yes," Nick purred. "Touch us. We like to be touched."
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    "Especially by a beautiful woman." Landon thrust into her,
    his erection apparent against her side. "The most beautiful
    woman we've ever