Third-Degree Burn [Southern Heat 3]
was still spurting from his cockhead.
    Shane released Kayla, and she fell to the bed. Her skin was covered in perspiration. Both men loved seeing their mate drenched in sweat. It confirmed the power they held inside of their strong, capable bodies to satisfy her completely.
    “We’ll have dinner in a bit. Let her rest for now,” Dakota said.
    “For now, but not a moment more,” Shane replied, watching Kayla stretch out atop the beige and brown comforter.

Chapter Eight
     
    After enjoying a fresh garden salad, Southern-fried chicken, potato salad, and grilled vegetables, the trio lounged out on the backyard patio. A steady, soothing breeze brought a feeling of comfort to the warm night. Dakota and Shane were engaged in conversation. They downed a few cold beers, talking about work and then switching to the subject of baseball. Kayla was listening to them, sipping on her second wine cooler.
    For a while, she strolled around the large patio in one of Dakota’s thinly striped dress shirts, looking out onto the large property. Interrupting their conversation, she said, “I’m glad you guys invited me here. You have a beautiful home.”
    “It’s nice, but it’s not complete,” Shane told her. “It won’t be until you’re living here with us.”
    Kayla was taken aback. “What? I can’t just pick up and move in with you two.”
    “Of course you can. You said you’re renting the place. Think of the savings…and the fringe benefits,” Dakota said, raising his eyebrows, smiling at her.
    “Do you know how incredibly satisfying it would be to come home to you every night? Knowing that you’re waiting for us? God, that would be great,” Shane added. His eyes filled with the possibility.
    Grabbing Kayla by the hand, Dakota pulled her into his lap. After she emptied her bottle, he opened the top two buttons of her shirt and slipped his hand inside. Cupping her left breasts, he gently fingered her nipple.
    “Let us show you how sweet it can be. We love you, Kayla. Having you here with us would make our lives complete. Don’t you want to make us happy?” Shane asked.
    “And I love you. I want you both to be satisfied, always. You’re so important to me. It’s hard to say no to either of you.”
    “Then don’t. We need you here with us. Our bodies ache for you, baby. You’re beautiful and so damned sexy. We need you to take care of us,” Dakota told her, pulling her right breast out of the shirt.
    Kayla turned to him, gently kissing his lips as he fingered her pink nub, exciting it, pulling on it so it stuck out proudly from her areola.
    “That’s the way, DJ. Make it stick way out. Oh, that looks good enough to eat,” Shane commented in a low voice, squeezing his cock through his boxer briefs.
    She looked at Shane. His eyes were filling up with lust. He was watching every stroke Dakota gave to her body. She loved being the center of attention, the one who could make them hard each and every time. Somehow, in a matter of a few days, Kayla found herself front and center in an ongoing game of master and servant. She could have never imagined such a place for herself in anyone’s world, let alone two unbelievably gorgeous men. She came to the realization that fighting their desire to possess her totally was a complete waste of time, so she decided to succumb to them.
    “Mmm, your big tit looks so tasty, Kayla. He’s gonna suck on it and make your hot little pussy real wet,” Shane told her, pulling his cock and balls out of his boxers.
    “I can’t get over how big your dicks are,” she said. “Do you really expect me to handle both of you all by myself?”
    “You are more than equipped to satisfy us,” Shane replied as Dakota licked her nipple, covering it in saliva.
    Looking down at Dakota, running her hands through his thick, dark locks, she said, “Oooh, that feels good, baby.” She focused attention on Shane again as he stroked his member. “Does that belong to me?”
    “It does,” he

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