and his words drawn out. Almost like a purr.
One long finger drifted over her hand on the bar. More
tingles.
Erin edged her hand away from his warmth. A sense of
loss consumed her. She ignored his question and faced the
young lady tending bar. "A gin and tonic, please." She
fumbled in her handbag for money, but Blue Eyes threw a
twenty onto the counter.
"Keep the change," he said.
Erin extended her hand to reach for the bill before the
bartender took it, but Blue Eyes covered her hand with his.
"Please, let us."
"But I don't even know you."
"You will, as soon as you tell us your name."
Erin's heart sped up at the man's gorgeous smile. He was
blond and perfect, and the warmth from his hand on hers
spread to every cell in her body.
"I'm Landon Kay," he said in his purring tone, "and this is
my...friend, Nick Foster."
She turned and gazed into Nick's dark eyes.
"Pleasure," he said and reached for her other hand. He
drew it to his full lips and brushed them lightly across her
fingertips. Perfect again, only Nick was dark where Landon
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was fair. Two incredibly perfect males. Two incredibly perfect
bodies, both pressed against hers. Her blood sizzled in her
veins.
Nick dropped her hand and traced one warm finger across
her cheek. A low hum resonated. His voice, just like Landon's.
A purr. "Tell us your name, honey."
"Erin," she said without meaning to. "Erin Monroe."
"Mmm." From behind, Landon purred into her neck.
Shivers raced through her and landed between her legs.
Erin wasn't sure how she ended up in their cabin. She'd
left her drink sitting on the bar, so she couldn't blame the
alcohol. Hell, one drink wouldn't have impaired her judgment
anyway.
Both men rubbed up against her, Nick in front, Landon
behind, their bodies hard and ready. She should be
frightened. Freaked. Scared shitless.
She wasn't.
"You're beautiful." Landon pulled the band holding her
brown hair in a ponytail and let her tresses sift through his
fingers. "Like silk," he said. "Mahogany silk." He inhaled.
"Apples. Tart apples."
Nick smoothed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder
and dropped a light kiss onto her bare skin. The soft whisper
of his lips made her quiver.
"Apples," he echoed. "You sure it's her hair, Lan?" His lips
curved against her flesh.
Fresh juice gushed between her thighs. Her panties would
be soaked by now. What was she doing here with not one,
but two men? Two strange men?
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"No." Landon brushed his lips against Erin's cheek. "I
wasn't talking about her hair." He kissed her nose, her other
cheek. "I was talking about her sweet juicy cunt."
Her breath caught. The c-word. Instead of horrifying her...
Was that more moisture dripping down her thigh? "What am I
doing here?"
"Oh, honey," Nick said. "You're doing what you were put
on earth to do."
"And that is?" Her voice cracked.
"Make love to us." Nick's hand slid up her waist and
cupped one breast. He groaned. "Both of us."
"You can't mean..."
"Oh, yes we can." Landon cupped the other breast. "And
we do."
"But shouldn't we..." What had she meant to say?
"Get to know each other?" Landon chuckled into her hair.
"We will, don't you worry."
Erin fell limp between their two beautiful bodies. How had
Landon known what she meant? She looked into his sparkling
azure eyes. Though tall herself, these men dwarfed her, both
six-four at least. She stood numb, aching to touch them, to
sift her fingers through Nick's dark locks, Landon's blond
waves. Nick's broad and beefy shoulders beckoned. The
golden curls peeking from the vee of Landon's T-shirt begged
to be caressed.
"Go ahead," Landon said, reading her mind again.
"Yes," Nick purred. "Touch us. We like to be touched."
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"Especially by a beautiful woman." Landon thrust into her,
his erection apparent against her side. "The most beautiful
woman we've ever
One long finger drifted over her hand on the bar. More
tingles.
Erin edged her hand away from his warmth. A sense of
loss consumed her. She ignored his question and faced the
young lady tending bar. "A gin and tonic, please." She
fumbled in her handbag for money, but Blue Eyes threw a
twenty onto the counter.
"Keep the change," he said.
Erin extended her hand to reach for the bill before the
bartender took it, but Blue Eyes covered her hand with his.
"Please, let us."
"But I don't even know you."
"You will, as soon as you tell us your name."
Erin's heart sped up at the man's gorgeous smile. He was
blond and perfect, and the warmth from his hand on hers
spread to every cell in her body.
"I'm Landon Kay," he said in his purring tone, "and this is
my...friend, Nick Foster."
She turned and gazed into Nick's dark eyes.
"Pleasure," he said and reached for her other hand. He
drew it to his full lips and brushed them lightly across her
fingertips. Perfect again, only Nick was dark where Landon
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Primal Instinct
by Helen Hardt
was fair. Two incredibly perfect males. Two incredibly perfect
bodies, both pressed against hers. Her blood sizzled in her
veins.
Nick dropped her hand and traced one warm finger across
her cheek. A low hum resonated. His voice, just like Landon's.
A purr. "Tell us your name, honey."
"Erin," she said without meaning to. "Erin Monroe."
"Mmm." From behind, Landon purred into her neck.
Shivers raced through her and landed between her legs.
Erin wasn't sure how she ended up in their cabin. She'd
left her drink sitting on the bar, so she couldn't blame the
alcohol. Hell, one drink wouldn't have impaired her judgment
anyway.
Both men rubbed up against her, Nick in front, Landon
behind, their bodies hard and ready. She should be
frightened. Freaked. Scared shitless.
She wasn't.
"You're beautiful." Landon pulled the band holding her
brown hair in a ponytail and let her tresses sift through his
fingers. "Like silk," he said. "Mahogany silk." He inhaled.
"Apples. Tart apples."
Nick smoothed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder
and dropped a light kiss onto her bare skin. The soft whisper
of his lips made her quiver.
"Apples," he echoed. "You sure it's her hair, Lan?" His lips
curved against her flesh.
Fresh juice gushed between her thighs. Her panties would
be soaked by now. What was she doing here with not one,
but two men? Two strange men?
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by Helen Hardt
"No." Landon brushed his lips against Erin's cheek. "I
wasn't talking about her hair." He kissed her nose, her other
cheek. "I was talking about her sweet juicy cunt."
Her breath caught. The c-word. Instead of horrifying her...
Was that more moisture dripping down her thigh? "What am I
doing here?"
"Oh, honey," Nick said. "You're doing what you were put
on earth to do."
"And that is?" Her voice cracked.
"Make love to us." Nick's hand slid up her waist and
cupped one breast. He groaned. "Both of us."
"You can't mean..."
"Oh, yes we can." Landon cupped the other breast. "And
we do."
"But shouldn't we..." What had she meant to say?
"Get to know each other?" Landon chuckled into her hair.
"We will, don't you worry."
Erin fell limp between their two beautiful bodies. How had
Landon known what she meant? She looked into his sparkling
azure eyes. Though tall herself, these men dwarfed her, both
six-four at least. She stood numb, aching to touch them, to
sift her fingers through Nick's dark locks, Landon's blond
waves. Nick's broad and beefy shoulders beckoned. The
golden curls peeking from the vee of Landon's T-shirt begged
to be caressed.
"Go ahead," Landon said, reading her mind again.
"Yes," Nick purred. "Touch us. We like to be touched."
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"Especially by a beautiful woman." Landon thrust into her,
his erection apparent against her side. "The most beautiful
woman we've ever