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and warm, musky skin surrounding her. A sexy, masculine chuckle feathered over her neck before Braeden nibbled her earlobe. Despite the fact she’d had more orgasms in the last twelve hours than she’d had all year, her nipples immediately beaded in response. A groan tumbled past her lips. “You’re insatiable.”
“Sorry, darlin’. You bring out the hungry beast in me.”
“And me.” His palm cupping her hip, Rand nuzzled her collarbone.
She sighed. “Sad to say, but I was talking about myself.”
Rumbles of laughter broke from Rand and Braeden. Unable to resist, she joined in with a giggle. “I’m probably going to regret admitting that to you two horny bastards, aren’t I?”
Braeden nipped at her shoulder. “Count on it, baby.”
“Mm, I concur.” Rand followed up his statement by combing his fingers through the curls covering her mound.
She tried to escape their lascivious onslaught, but the dirty rotten sons-of-bitches pinned her between them, hindering her attempt. Gasping, she managed to wiggle an arm free of their tangled limbs. “Whoa. Hold it, would you?” Her laugh bordered on a groan when Rand and Braeden each fondled one of her breasts. “I wasn’t referring to that! I need to use the bathroom.”
Their grins equally sinful, they released her and she scrambled from the bed. Once inside the bathroom, she took care of the necessary business of emptying her full bladder before crossing to the sink. She splashed cold water on her face and winced at the image reflecting back at her in the mirror. She looked like she’d just spent three hours screwing her brains out. Probably because I did. It occurred to her that she should feel like a big, dirty slut, but not even a trickle of guilt dampened the warm glow of satisfaction that permeated every cell in her body. She’d have plenty of time tomorrow to let her conscience berate her for sleeping with the fugitives she was supposed to be bringing in. For now, she planned to indulge in every fantasy she could think of with Rand and Braeden—and enjoy each wicked second of it.
As if they’d read her thoughts, the two naughty pookas in question sauntered into the bathroom. She gave them a mock glare in the mirror. “Just because I’ve let you guys defile me beyond decency doesn’t mean you can bust in here while I’m tinkling.”
“You’re not tinkling. You’re standing in front of the sink,” Braeden pointed out rather unhelpfully. He and Rand stepped forward and crowded her on either side before herding her toward the pool.
Putting up token resistance, she allowed them to lead her down the steps into the swirling water. “Is this your way of telling me I’m stinky?”
“No, you smell good enough to eat.” Rand buried his nose in her hair before coaxing her deeper into the water. “Brae and I talked it over though, and we’ve decided its way past time to induct you into the pleasures of pool sex.”
“Oh really.”
Braeden reached for her hand, his devilish smile too delicious for words. “We’re only thinking of you, darlin’.”
Snorting, she followed him toward the edge of the pool, where a cache of sea sponges and luscious scented soaps waited. Rand joined them, and soon she found herself the lucky recipient of the most thorough scrubbing of all time. In between attending to her, Rand and Braeden also lathered up each other. Seeing those big, soapy hands trailing all over each other’s hard, muscular bodies fired her desire to a fever pitch. Picking up one of the sponges, she rinsed the suds from Rand’s chest, fascinated by how the rivulets of champagne-colored water seemed to make his tattoos sparkle.
Unable to resist, she traced the design with her fingertip, earning his shiver. “They really are beautiful. Is there a meaning behind the symbols?”
“They’re clan marks.” Rand’s fingers closed over hers. “This one is Braeden’s.” He drew their hands higher until they rested on the upper portion of
“Sorry, darlin’. You bring out the hungry beast in me.”
“And me.” His palm cupping her hip, Rand nuzzled her collarbone.
She sighed. “Sad to say, but I was talking about myself.”
Rumbles of laughter broke from Rand and Braeden. Unable to resist, she joined in with a giggle. “I’m probably going to regret admitting that to you two horny bastards, aren’t I?”
Braeden nipped at her shoulder. “Count on it, baby.”
“Mm, I concur.” Rand followed up his statement by combing his fingers through the curls covering her mound.
She tried to escape their lascivious onslaught, but the dirty rotten sons-of-bitches pinned her between them, hindering her attempt. Gasping, she managed to wiggle an arm free of their tangled limbs. “Whoa. Hold it, would you?” Her laugh bordered on a groan when Rand and Braeden each fondled one of her breasts. “I wasn’t referring to that! I need to use the bathroom.”
Their grins equally sinful, they released her and she scrambled from the bed. Once inside the bathroom, she took care of the necessary business of emptying her full bladder before crossing to the sink. She splashed cold water on her face and winced at the image reflecting back at her in the mirror. She looked like she’d just spent three hours screwing her brains out. Probably because I did. It occurred to her that she should feel like a big, dirty slut, but not even a trickle of guilt dampened the warm glow of satisfaction that permeated every cell in her body. She’d have plenty of time tomorrow to let her conscience berate her for sleeping with the fugitives she was supposed to be bringing in. For now, she planned to indulge in every fantasy she could think of with Rand and Braeden—and enjoy each wicked second of it.
As if they’d read her thoughts, the two naughty pookas in question sauntered into the bathroom. She gave them a mock glare in the mirror. “Just because I’ve let you guys defile me beyond decency doesn’t mean you can bust in here while I’m tinkling.”
“You’re not tinkling. You’re standing in front of the sink,” Braeden pointed out rather unhelpfully. He and Rand stepped forward and crowded her on either side before herding her toward the pool.
Putting up token resistance, she allowed them to lead her down the steps into the swirling water. “Is this your way of telling me I’m stinky?”
“No, you smell good enough to eat.” Rand buried his nose in her hair before coaxing her deeper into the water. “Brae and I talked it over though, and we’ve decided its way past time to induct you into the pleasures of pool sex.”
“Oh really.”
Braeden reached for her hand, his devilish smile too delicious for words. “We’re only thinking of you, darlin’.”
Snorting, she followed him toward the edge of the pool, where a cache of sea sponges and luscious scented soaps waited. Rand joined them, and soon she found herself the lucky recipient of the most thorough scrubbing of all time. In between attending to her, Rand and Braeden also lathered up each other. Seeing those big, soapy hands trailing all over each other’s hard, muscular bodies fired her desire to a fever pitch. Picking up one of the sponges, she rinsed the suds from Rand’s chest, fascinated by how the rivulets of champagne-colored water seemed to make his tattoos sparkle.
Unable to resist, she traced the design with her fingertip, earning his shiver. “They really are beautiful. Is there a meaning behind the symbols?”
“They’re clan marks.” Rand’s fingers closed over hers. “This one is Braeden’s.” He drew their hands higher until they rested on the upper portion of
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