Free Forty-Eight Hour Burn by Tonya Ramagos

straight guy in any case, willing to do that.”
    He did laugh then. He couldn’t help it. She could be so freaking cute. “I didn’t really drink it. I gave it to you.”
    “But you still tasted it.”
    He shrugged, loving the way he apparently blew her mind with that little move. She enjoyed it, too, watching him taste his own semen. He figured she would. Yet something else he learned from his mentor that served him well to please his woman.
    “It’s not so bad.” He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them up and down her arms. “I’m proud of you. You didn’t come.”
    She expelled a breathless laugh. “I nearly did. When you, um, did that thing with your finger, well, I almost did.”
    He lifted a brow. “That thing with my finger? You want to be more precise?”
    She blushed, a light tinge of pink to her already sexually flushed cheeks. “No, but you want me to be. When you fingered my ass. Now, are you happy?”
    He let a grin overtake his lips from ear to ear. “Yeah, for now, at least. Even with my finger in your ass and all the pleasure-pain it gave you, you still held control. You’re learning, darlin’.”
    Gavin pulled on his shorts. “Come on. Let’s go see what Randy rustled up for grub.” He took her hand and turned, but a tug on his arm stopped him.
    “What about my clothes?”
    “You don’t need them,” he told her simply and led her out of the bathroom.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mortification battled with an erotic sense of sexiness as Georgia allowed Gavin to lead her naked through his house to the kitchen. She felt immensely grateful the windows were closed, though she didn’t voice her gratitude aloud. Knowing Gavin as she did, he would likely open them for the neighbors to see.
    They found Randy at the stove taking bacon from a frying pan. He turned when she and Gavin walked into the room, lust, heat, and an ever-present friendly comfort evident on his handsome face.
    “I hope you like your eggs scrambled with pepper jack cheese.” His grin shined of a boyish apology. “It’s about the only way I know how to make them.”
    “It’s about the only way I like to eat them.” Georgia smiled back.
    Randy turned back to the stove, plating the remaining slices of bacon and setting the dish on the counter. He opened the oven, checked the biscuits inside for doneness, and then angled toward her and held out an arm. He drew her in for a long, tonsil-exploring kiss that left her breathless and a little befuddled when he eased away and smacked his lips.
    “You taste like cum.”
    Understanding dawned. Georgia cleared her throat. She tossed Gavin a look over her shoulder and found him leaning against the kitchen doorway watching the show. “I, um, ordered a Gavin shake for an appetizer.”
    Both men cracked up.
    Randy kept his second kiss shorter, but no less breathtaking than the first. “Nice one.”
    “What’s for dessert?” Gavin crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator and began pulling out condiments.
    Georgia turned herself so that her body pressed full to Randy’s, but she could still see Gavin. “I’m hoping I am.”
    Gavin put the items he took from the fridge on the table and moved to her, sandwiching her between himself and Randy.
    She let her head fall back on his shoulder, loving the feel of being between them this way. She could stay like this, she realized without an ounce of surprise, forever naked and squished between the men she loved for the rest of her life. But what kind of life would she truly have if she allowed them to control every aspect of it?
    When she tipped her head back to meet Gavin’s gaze, she thought she saw the answer swimming in his eyes. She would have a life of excitement, passion, hot sex, and love. The new question that came to mind was if love could truly be enough.
    “I’ve waited a long time to have you here like this with me, with us.” The unguarded emotion in Gavin’s tone brought a lump to her throat. He pushed a few strands of