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Alex
muttered.
    "She trusts us," Nick responded.
    "Yeah, that's the point," Alex complained.
    They both wanted her, they both knew it. They both
didn't know how they were going to survive naked against her and
not take it further.
    Alex knew the minute he slipped in naked beside Clare
that it was the most erotic feeling he'd ever felt. Her skin was
like satin and her body more curvy than the rail-thin models he and
Nick had to take to functions for appearances.
    Nick turned her toward him to spoon her back. Alex
scooted, until he was pressed to her front as his eyes lowered in
half-mast with pleasure. Yet also, his body started to shiver at
the cold seeping into the tent, being against Clare's freezing
body, and the fact they didn't have enough room to fit them all in
and get the sleeping bags zipped shut.
    Clare murmured against him as if she was in the
middle of a deep dream and her hips began to undulate.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Clare dreamed she was standing in front of a door
and she knew that behind that door was her deepest desire. Her hand
moved slowly to the handle and when she pushed it open a shaft of
light fell across the threshold that was her bedroom.
    The room was dark, and as she hesitated, she heard
Alex's voice calling to her, "Clare, sweetheart." Then as she
stepped into the room another voice beckoned, "Clare, baby."
    It was Nick and she moved toward him, only to hear
the door close with the snap of the lock. Thrown into complete
darkness, she uttered a cry, "It is too dark! I can't see."
    She'd barely finished speaking when she saw a spark
flickering, and then the slowly rising blaze of a single candle
wavering, moving until it lowered, as it was set on a table.
    Behind her, she felt sudden warmth heating her bare
back. Then there were strong muscular arms reaching around her,
encircling her, drawing her spine against the wall of a bare chest
that emanated heat.
    A husky voice whispered into her ear, "Sweetheart,
it's Alex."
    Before her a darkened form slid forward and firm
hands grasped her shoulders. The form took on shape as a kiss
brushed her lips. "Baby, it's Nick."
    She was speechless with her body anticipating
pleasures she'd dreamed about. Nick bent his head and once again
the heat of his firm lips brushed hers ... slanted slightly and
settled, drawing her into deeper kisses. His tongue teased her
lips, asking entrance, and she opened her mouth for him, trying to
lean forward, but Alex's arms were around her. But then Alex's
hands were touching her naked breasts, stroking lightly ... cupping
and caressing friction against her puckering nipples. Her body
responded and she undulated, moaning her enjoyment.
    She put her hands on Nick's chest, sliding them
upward. She could feel the beating of his heart and the muscles
across his chest as she dipped her mouth to explore, while Alex's
strong fingers played with her breasts. Her nipples throbbed and
strong surges of pleasure flashed from her mouth, to her breasts,
and directly into throbbing need deep in her sex. She felt warm
wetness there.
    Her body echoed, becoming extremely sensitive to
their hands stroking her hips, her buttocks, her breasts. Nick
lifted her mouth and she followed his mouth more deeply, while her
fingers liberally explored the vast expanse of sinew across his
hard chest. At the same time she rubbed against Nick, riding the
long, hardened ridge of his hot erection that pressed itself
against her. She moaned, a murmur of excitement, as Alex continued
to deeply massage her breasts, lifting them up in his hands to
squeeze.
    A cool breath of air caressed her back, and then the
warmth of a tongue sliding down her spine caused her to shiver and
thrust her breasts higher into Alex's kneading hands.
    "What are you doing to me?" she gasped.
    "Loving you, sweetheart?" Alex whispered into her
ear.
    "Adoring you, baby," Nick murmured.
    "I ache so," she moaned.
    Just as she spoke, Nick thrust his hips forward
pressing the thickness of his shaft