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than Vince could handle. He felt himself grow bigger, harder. He knew he would explode soon, and he knew it was too soon. He thrust himself deep into her throat, forcing himself to ignore the gagging sounds she made. Feeling her throat relax against him, he pulled out.
    Stoically, he stood over her, watching her head drop and tears splash the floor.
    “Talk to me, Joe. Tell me what you’re hiding,” he demanded.
    When she didn’t answer, Nathan pulled his hand out of her pussy and landed one hard, stinging smack on her abused bottom.
    “When asked a question, a lady should answer,” he admonished. “You ready to answer, or you want the belt?” Nathan asked coldly.
    “I’ll answer,” she whispered.
    Vince and Nathan exchanged looks.
    “Did you hear something?” Nathan asked.
    “I’m not sure,” Vincent replied.
    “I said I’ll answer, you bastards,” Joe shouted.
    Relief swept through Vince. It had worked. She’d finally been able to break down her defences.
    Nathan stood, grasping her around her waist, forcing her to stand, as well. When she looked up, her blue eyes awash with tears, Vince felt his heart melt. Only through supreme effort did he manage to keep his expression neutral.
    “Go on,” he encouraged.
    “I’m ugly,” Joe whispered.
    Vince looked at Nathan and knew his own expression mirrored his friend’s confusion.
    “Come again?”
    “I’m ugly!” This time she shouted it. “I’ve scared men away with my hideous deformity. There, are you happy?” She buried her face in her hands and wept.
    Vince reached for her, intent on giving her comfort, but she pulled away.
    “Not my face, my body,” she insisted. “I don’t want you to see me. I don’t want you to run from me. I like watching your eyes when you want me, when you look at me, both of you,” she sobbed. “But you, Vince, I think I could really fall for you. I don’t want to do that again only to have you see me and leave.”
    “Oh, babe. I’m not going anywhere,” he tried to assure her. What the hell is she talking about? He glanced at Nathan who, despite his first expression of confusion, seemed to accept what Joe was saying.
    “Strip,” Nathan coldly ordered.
    Joe lifted her head in shock, her crying coming to an abrupt end. Even Vince was surprised to hear the authoritative quality in his friend’s voice.
    “Unless you want the belt,” he warned.
    “Nathan,” Vince began, but stopped when Nathan held up his hand.
    “It’s the only way she’ll get over this,” he insisted. “Joe, you want to get through this like the woman I think you are, or do you want to chicken out and stop now?”
    Vince looked at Joe, fully expecting her to slug them both. At the very least, he thought she would yell and scream. Instead, she bowed her head and nodded. Slowly, she reached around her neck and unzipped her dress. Taking a deep breath, she let the soft material flow over her shoulders and puddle on the floor around her feet.
    “Turn around,” Nathan commanded.
    Vince watched in shocked fascination as Joe meekly complied with Nathan’s order.
    “Oh, baby,” Vince whispered, his eyes drawn to the wrinkled, scarred skin covering her left shoulder blade and back.
    “Good girl,” Nathan praised her quietly.
    Vince felt nothing but admiration for his friend.
    Nathan placed his hand on Vince’s shoulder and squeezed before slipping out the back door.
      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Love Shot
     
    1 part whisky
    1 part amaretto
    1 part cola
     
    Mix in a shot glass.
     
     
    Joe trembled. She had heard Nathan’s footsteps and the soft sound of the back door closing. His simple praise encouraged her, but still, she feared Vincent’s reaction. She had been shocked by all three of them tonight. Her ass stung like hell, and she knew sitting would prove difficult for a day or two. Perhaps what had shocked her most, however, was the dampness running down her