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could open her eyes a little wider to get a good look.
    As he climbed into her bed and pulled her against him, she had her answer. There would be questions later. Right now she was just really tired, and Michael felt so nice and warm. She’d ask in the morning.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    God, she was gorgeous. Michael knew he needed to move away from her delectable little body, but fuck, she felt so damn good all cuddled up against him; the generous globes of her ass cradled his cock perfectly. But he had to move; if he didn’t, he was going to make mad passionate love to her this morning, and his brothers would pitch a bitch. They had agreed to do this together -- they had to. Lori needed to know they were dead serious about her, about building a lasting future with her. Unfortunately for him that meant he really, really needed to get out of this bed before…
    “Mmmm, Mikey, you feel so good. I love sleeping next to you.” Her speech was still slurred in her sleep, but man! Her voice was so fucking sexy!
    He froze, afraid to move, terrified not to. Lori wasn’t really awake, but she arched in what had to be the world’s sexiest stretch, complete with her ass sticking out to rub all along his aching erection. His hands clenched at his sides, determined not to reach and touch. Holding her through the night as she’d snored in an alcohol-induced semi-coma was one thing. This -- well, he couldn’t be too sure of where his hands might go roaming.
    Only, her head came back to rest on his shoulder, the long, elegant line of her neck exposed, her breasts thrusting forward, free from the bra that usually managed to somewhat hide their glory from the avid watcher. Holy crap, her chest was beyond beautiful. All full and round and juicy with all the pert arrogance that was Lori. He couldn’t help but wonder how those glorious, mocha globes would look in contrast to his paler hands. His dick twitched and jumped against the cheeks of her perfectly rounded bottom, seeking entrance between them. Just one little feel. He could do that, right? Nothing bad would come of it, surely. He could control himself.
    “Michael, put your hands down and roll away from her.”
    Jackson’s voice was like ice water on Michael’s raging desire. As irritating as it was, he was grateful his brothers had walked into Lori’s bedroom as if they had every right. Rolling away from the warm bundle of temptation was one of the hardest things he’d had to do in his life, but if they hadn’t walked in, he would’ve betrayed their agreement. Because none of them would back down in their pursuit of her, they had agreed they would share her. Polygamy usually ran in the other direction, with there being one man and a few women, but Lori was more than enough woman for the three men. At least, that was what Jackson had expressed when they’d decided to stop fucking around and let Lori know how they really felt about her.
    Damn. It was a great deal chillier out of the bed and away from Lori’s warmth. His only consolation was that she woke as soon as she lost his body heat. That had to be a good sign. At least on some subconscious level she was aware of him and missed his warmth, if nothing else.
    “Why are you guys in my room?” Funny, Lori didn’t sound even a little bit hung over. She looked annoyed and grumpy but, as she was not a morning person, that was nothing unusual. She had one eye cracked open in a mere slit, a fierce frown marring her otherwise perfect complexion. “Aw, man, it wasn’t all a dream was it? You were here when I came home last night.”
    Michael thought about replying, but thought better of it. Instead he allowed Alex, who was generally considered the sweetest of the three brothers, to speak.
    “How much do you remember, honey?” Alex went over and sat on the edge of the bed, toying with the braids on Lori’s head. Michael’s own hand grasped his thigh, itching to touch her too.
    Lori opened both eyes wide and round,