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smiling—wolf-like—and their gazes homed on me.
    Feeling like prey now, I pointed behind my shoulder. “I’ll just leave you both to whatever it is you were doing.”
    Whirling away, I moved quickly down the hall to my bedroom door, but footsteps trailed behind me. Not moving as quickly, but with their long strides, they didn’t really have to.
    A hand caught my arm, and another reached out to shove my bedroom door wider, then I was marched to the bed.
    Glancing sideways, I noted Logan had me. Shock sent a chill through me. Why was Matt was letting him manhandle me? But before I could protest, Logan sat on the mattress and pulled me over his knees.
    “Since you didn’t mind flashing your panties in our faces…” He flipped up my skirt.
    I gasped and reached back to push it down, but he caught my hand and drew it past my head, stretching me out.
    “Go ahead and lose the panties, too,” Matt said, his voice tight. “Make sure she feels the sting. It’s the only way she’ll ever learn her lesson.”
    Only I was wriggling so much, another set of fingers plucked at the satin and drew them down my legs. My shoes hit the floor.
    “Pretty ass, sis. Too bad.”
    With my boobs riding Logan’s outer thigh and my ass bared, I felt overwhelmed, a little scared about what they’d do next. But in the next instant, I realized I was also completely thrilled. Liquid drenched my pussy.
    Logan placed a hand on one cheek. “You shouldn’t tease a guy like that, Jenny.” The hand lifted.
    I held my breath. Was he really going to—
    The slap wasn’t one you gave a child. It stung. My breath hitched, and before I could cuss, another landed, and then another. I pushed up with one hand on the mattress and tried to roll off his lap, but Matt knelt in front of me and held my shoulders.
    I raised my face to give him a glare, but again, his expression was set, his jaw held so tight a muscle rippled at the edge. Lord, did he give that same look to the dirt bags he hauled away in his cruiser? Was he really angry?
    Another slap landed, and I couldn’t help letting him see my reaction. My jaw dropped and so did my eyelids, because the feeling was sublime. Spanked by one man, the other watching me as I was dying from heightening desire—
    “Jesus,” I gasped when the next smack hit my swollen pussy.
    Logan kept his hand against my hot, slick sex and rubbed a little up and down. “She’s wet, Matt. I don’t think this is working.”
    Matt’s gaze bored into mine. “Don’t move,” he said softly then stood.
    I felt him tug my shirt from the waistband of my skirt, then a long rending tear sounded. Air wafted over my bared back. Fingers twisted the back of my bra strap and it opened. A moment later I was raised.
    Logan stripped off my skirt. Matt drew off my bra and ruined shirt.
    Naked, I breathed hard, quivering I was so excited.
    Matt’s gaze lowered to my breasts.
    “Not something you haven’t seen before,” I said, my smartass words at odds with my breathless voice.
    His gaze dropped to my pussy. “That’s new.”
    “You’ve never seen a pussy?” I quipped.
    “I’ve never seen yours . It’s nice. Turn toward Logan. Let him see, too.”
    My eyes widened. “Is this punishment?”
    “Do you want it to be?”
    And because I didn’t really have a clue what he intended, but I didn’t want any of this to stop, I nodded. “Guess I deserve it.” Slowly, I faced Logan.
    His cheeks were reddened, his nostrils flared. His gaze slid down my body, pausing on my pussy. Slowly, he lifted a hand and slid it between my legs. His palm was hot—it was the one he’d used to spank me. Fingers slipped into my folds, a single digit found my entrance.
    I couldn’t contain a little moan. My inner muscles squeezed around his finger. Copious moisture soaked him.
    His gaze went to my breasts. The hand not fingering me, caressed a breast, massaging the full globe then pulling away, tweaking the tip. He cupped me again then gave Matt a