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was painful in its intensity.
    He grasped her hips with both hands, pushed up so her body angled to give him better entry, and he plunged home. She let out a wail as her orgasm cracked and burst around her. It hurt, it pulsed, it was the most exquisite form of torture she’d ever endured.
    And it went on and on.
    He collapsed forward, coming to rest at the deepest point in her pussy. His chest pressed into her back, and his body melded to hers. A perfect fit.
    She arched her ass into his pelvis, not wanting him to leave her just yet. They both heaved as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, he rolled off her, and she immediately felt cold without him covering her.
    She mewled softly in protest, and he gathered her in his arms, once again wrapping his body around hers. He kissed her softly.
    “Go to sleep, Gracie. I’ll be here. I’m not letting you go.”

Chapter Ten
    Gracie woke to the sun shining in the bedroom window. The space beside her was empty, and she smelled bacon cooking. She smiled. Luke must be in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
    She stretched and climbed lazily out of bed. Luke’s flannel shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and she reached for it. She slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned down the front. His scent surrounded her, and she wrapped the shirt tighter around her.
    She padded barefoot out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, a wicked smile on her face. She’d tease him with a few glimpses of those nipple rings he loved so much. By the time breakfast was done, he’d be a walking hard-on.
    She rounded the corner, letting her shirt gape a bit wider and let out a squeak of surprise. She yanked her shirt closed and stared at Wes who was standing in the kitchen leaning against the countertop.
    She started to back up but Wes closed the distance between them.
    “I-I didn’t know you were here,” she sputtered.
    She gripped her shirt even tighter, sure her face was as red as a stoplight. To her surprise, Luke stood by the stove, his expression one of interest as he watched her.
    Wes stopped in front of her and reached down for her hand. He tugged her forward into the kitchen.
    “Come on now, Gracie,” he drawled. “You’ve seen me naked. Time for me to return the favor.”
    She shivered slightly under his intense stare. “Is this a practical joke or something?”
    Wes ran his hand up the lapel of her shirt, nudging it slightly aside until her breasts peeked around the edge.
    “No joke. We’ve been friends a long time, Gracie. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t think you are. I think you’re as turned on as I am right now.”
    She cocked her head in confusion and shot Luke a panicked look.
    “Quit dicking with her,” Luke said.
    “You want a threesome,” Wes said. “Luke and I want to give you one.”
    Her mouth rounded to an O and her eyes widened. Wes’ fingers brushed across her nipples, flicking lightly at the rings.
    She looked back over at Luke again to see him staring intently at her.
    “If you don’t want this, just say so,” Luke said quietly. “We don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
    “Wow,” she whispered. “I mean, I don’t know what else to say. You’re okay with this?” she asked Luke.
    He smiled. “Who do you think invited Wes?”
    “Holy shit.” She shook her head, unsure of whether or not she was dreaming. A threesome. Not with strangers. With two men she trusted implicitly. Two men who cared for her and would make it good. Not much to think about there.
    “What do you say, Gracie?” Wes murmured.
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    Wes nudged her chin up with his knuckle, and she looked into his warm brown eyes.
    “I don’t want things to be awkward for us. We’ve been friends too long for that.”
    He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. His goatee rubbed softly on her chin. Bubbles of excitement took flight in her chest. She relaxed against him, and he deepened the kiss.
    Her shirt parted as his hands slid