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but proceeding to slither his hands beneath her body and unhook her bra. “Forget being one of many unloved possessions, like her moms. Our girl can have as many men as she wants to wrap around her little finger.”
    Seven , her mind cheered.
    “Two sounds like plenty tonight.” She smiled as she contorted her shoulders, dropping the straps of her bra from them. Then she shrugged, brushing Eli’s hands away to ensure the scrap of lace draped over her chest didn’t reveal the goods just yet.
    In the meantime, Alanso unfastened her jeans and drew down the zipper. She shivered when Eli pressed open-mouthed kisses low on her belly, across the V of skin his friend exposed for their enjoyment. As Cobra distracted her from any potential shyness, with flicks of his tongue that made her think he’d been aptly named, Alanso walked tight denim over her hips then down her thighs and finally off her completely.
    His groan surprised her. When she peeked up, the Cuban hottie rubbed himself through his own ripped and grease-stained pants. “You’re perfect, mi corazón .”
    “Does he always let this much Spanish slip out when you’re getting it on?” She shifted her attention to Eli.
    “Hell yeah. Sexy, isn’t it?” Cobra rubbed his thumb back and forth across her lips. “And don’t try to change the subject. He’s right. You’re gorgeous.”
    She laughed. “I’m hardly a starlet. Same ol’ Mustang.”
    For the first time in her life, she wished she were a little more feminine. Softer. But the bold slashes of color in her tattoos and her obsession with piercings were part of who she was. Apparently the guys appreciated her style.
    Eli touched the heated metal decorating her skin. The spike below her lower lip was the first he traced reverently. Then the hoop in her brow and the tiny diamond on the side of her nose. “I’ve always thought these were so pretty on you. You made them seem delicate, yet tough, like you.”
    “But this…” Alanso twirled the rhinestone in her belly. “Has always made me want to lick it.”
    “Not about to stop you.” She arched her spine, offering him a taste.
    “Except I think I’m going to find something I want to play with more beneath this ridiculous excuse for a pair of undies.” Alanso snapped the elastic of the thin strap against her hipbone.
    “Why don’t you find out?” Eli directed the stockier guy.
    “You ready?” Alanso checked with her. “If I take these off, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from tasting you.”
    “Same goes for this bra.” Cobra pried the edge of the cups from her grasp. “It’s got to go.”
    Sally couldn’t moisten her tongue enough to verbalize her response. Instead, she gave a curt nod. Work-roughed hands caressed her skin as they removed the last vestiges of her modesty.
    It felt odd to be naked, or nearly so, with them. And yet, it seemed natural. Why shouldn’t they see her body when they already knew the rest of her?
    Slowly enough to drive her mad, Eli peeled the bra from her chest and tossed it aside. It draped over the bedside lamp, adding sultry shadows to the space.
    The hoops in her nipples matched the ones in her labia.
    Both Eli and Alanso offered up a small oath. Cobra plucked at the tips of her breasts, teasing the rapidly tightening flesh into rock-hard peaks while their lover toyed with the jewelry between her legs. She couldn’t help but spread for him, granting him better access.
    Their stares roved over every inch of her exposed body, making her wish they were displayed as prominently for her inspection. It was weird to know them so well yet, in this way, not at all. Strangers and best friends. Excitement mixed with nervousness made her long to hold them close. Soaking in their adoration was pretty great too, though.
    “Holy shit, you’re tan. You must have laid out every day.” Alanso admired her golden skin. “You’re almost as dark as me, chica .”
    “And no lines.” Eli frowned. “Where the hell