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wineglass
returns.
    “Shit,” I mutter but I have no time to wallow in my failure
when someone slips a hand around the back of my head and holds me tight in
order to kiss me. It should be easy now. It’s a full on lip lock,
tongue-duelling kiss. Hot as hell, passionate, maybe even a little angry…
    “Wade,” I whisper against the man’s mouth.
    In a flash he’s gone and the wineglass is back in my hands.
“I thought cowboys were supposed to be honorable? You guys have to be
cheating.”
    Connor laughs. He’s just off to the right of me. There’s a
splashing sound and I sense someone right in front of me. So, it’s not Connor.
Okay. I can do it. Surely I can tell the difference between Wade and Dallas.
Somehow, this game has taken a different turn. It’s no longer about engaging
Wade in a little foursome-fun. It’s simply about playing the game.
    Something wet grazes my nipple and is drawn up my chest around
my neck. It’s the dripping wet strap of my bathing suit. I’m just about to
complain about the fact that whoever it is, is cheating again, when the
man—Wade or Dallas—reaches around behind and undoes the rest of my top and
removes it. Hands reach for my hips and lift me up, tugging on the ties on
either side of my bikini bottoms. With the strings undone at my hips, the
bottoms can be pulled through my legs and the movement of the wet material
thrills my sensitive clit.
    Before I have a chance to protest the divestment of my
bathing suit, strong hands grasp my hips, lifting me and turning me to face the
pool lip. It’s got to be Wade, but I can barely think because my hips are out
of the water now and I’m pushed forward, bending over, my ass exposed to the open
air.
    For no more than a second.
    I cry out in shock and pleasure when someone spreads my ass
and their mouth closes in, tonguing me from behind. The hands that grip my hips
are strong, but all three men are strong. The tongue sweeping me from clit to
ass is wet and warm. Fuck! It could be anyone and I don’t care anymore who it
is because their tongue against my pussy feels so goddamned good.
    Without warning, the man moves away and my over-heated pussy
pulses with the cool breeze left stroking me from behind. Then he returns, or
is it someone else? But instead of his mouth and tongue, his cock butts up
against my slick opening, playing with me and teasing me.
    I’m so taken with the sensation of cock against clit that I
hardly notice someone sliding their legs between where my hands are propped on
the lip of the pool. Someone is sitting right in front of me and whoever it is,
takes the back of my head and gently guides me forward until another cock butts
up against my lips.
    Oh hell!
    I reach for him with my tongue and graze the tip while
someone else’s cock is grazing the tip of my clit. Opening my mouth, and
gyrating my hips, I do my best to encourage entrance but both men continue to
tease me; running their cocks against my two pairs of moist, inviting lips, dipping
into me only to pull out again.
    My brain is a haze of fuzzy reds and purples, the color of
the blood pounding desperately through my veins. The fact I have no idea who is
doing what to me only elevates my excitement. The fact that there is a third cowboy
watching drives me fucking insane.
    Someone grunts, or cries out. It could be me, I don’t know.
Whoever it is, it’s the impetus for the man standing behind me to plunge his
cock deep. The force of his thrust pushes me forward and the second man’s cock
finds a home in my open mouth. It’s like a cord attached from cock to cock runs
through me, sending erotic friction all the way through my body from my pussy,
up through my abdomen and chest, all the way through my throat.
    I’ve completely given up on Connor’s rules when I blindly
reach for the man’s thighs in front of me. I hold on for dear life, working one
hand on the base of his cock while I raise and lower my mouth along his length
in time to the man