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  Krista couldn't help the gasp that exploded from her mouth.

  Ohmigod! Ohmigod!

  The man was finely tuned acres of tanned skin, muscles rippling when he moved, dark curls spreading across his chest and arrowing down past his navel to a thick nest that cradled the most enormous erection she'd ever seen. Not even in her fantasies had she imagined a cock this magnificent, bobbing at her in its splendour. The broad head flared out over a curl of flesh, blending with the thick, pulsing shaft wound with a ropy vein.

  She couldn't help herself. She reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers around it, testing its hardness, feeling the soft velvet of the covering skin. Her thumb, almost with a mind of its own, rubbed lightly across the broad, flat, darkened head, brushing the slit and spreading the drops of opalescent fluid already collecting there. Krista was no stranger to men's cocks, but this one surely took the prize for Best in Show.

  Ohmigod! Ohmigod.

  Her vaginal muscles spasmed, and her own cream trickled down her thigh at the thought of this enormous penis filling her cunt.

  Clint's stomach muscles contracted at her touch, and his hips shifted towards her.

  "Like that, darlin'? Because I sure do. Right now, the only thing I'd like more than fucking you is watching you jack me off. I can't even decide which I want to do first.” He removed her hand and linked his fingers with hers. “Come on. Let's get into the shower and see what develops."

  As if in a fog, Krista let him pull her into the shower with him. She couldn't take her eyes off his body, especially that demanding erection and the heavy sac beneath it that rested on his muscular thighs.

  Clint adjusted the intensity of the spray so it was a mist, a soft warm rain kissing their skin and wetting them down.

  He looked down at her with heat flashing in his eyes. When he saw where her gaze was fixed, he chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “My turn first. Let's make sure we've got all of that sticky drink off of you first, darlin'."

  He reached for a bottle of liquid soap. Pouring some into one hand and rubbing both hands together to form a thick lather, he started with her shoulders, smoothing the bubbles over her skin as if he was petting a cat. Soft, slow, gentle strokes. Her shoulders, the column of her neck, the ridge of her collarbones and the hollows above them. She thought she would die of anticipation before he finally let his fingers glide to her breasts. Even then he touched only the upper slope, skating his fingers back and forth over the plump swelling.

  Krista clenched her hands into fists waiting for him to reach her nipples, and then ... Ah! There he was. Circling them with a feather-light touch. Unable to stop herself, she moved her hands to cup her breasts and lift them like an offering, willing him to hurry.

  His smoky grey eyes captured hers, holding them as if pulled by a magnet. There was just a hint of humour flashing in them with all that heat. “In a hurry, darlin'? I like to take my time. Don't you?"

  "Yes. No.” She blinked her eyes. “I don't know."

  "Is this what you want?” he whispered, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. “Do you like it hard, Krista? Like this?"

  He increased the pressure, and she moaned in response.

  "I have something I'll bet you'd love” He massaged the lather into the hardened buds, the husky tone of his voice seducing her. “Have you ever worn nipple clamps? No? Oh, darlin', your nipples were just made for them. I can't wait to pull and suck on them until those luscious nubs are swelled like ripe berries, slip them in between those thin gold bars and tighten them down. Then I can lick and nibble on them to my heart's content."

  "Oh. Oh, yes."

  She wanted to close her eyes as the streaks of pleasure raced from her nipples to her pussy, only his gaze mesmerised her, locking her eyes with his.

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  Chapter Two

  Clint poured more liquid soap into his hands, working it into a lather again.

  "Look up at me, Krista,” he commanded as his hands touched her hips.

  She raised her eyes and watched his lips descend on hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth at once, sweeping every inch of it, drinking from it was if it was a pitcher of water and he was a man dying of thirst. His kisses were erotically sensual and sent streaks of heat to her hardened nipples and her quivering pussy. His tongue thrust in and out, suggesting to her what his body wanted to do, and as she clung to his arms for balance, his hands moved across the plane of her tummy and massaged the lather into the nest of curls covering her mound.

  "You trim,” he murmured against her mouth.

  Trim? Oh, yeah. Trim.

  "Y-yes. I do."

  "Before the next time I see you, I want you waxed. I'll make the appointment. I like a naked cunt. There's so much more you can do with it."

  Next time? Appointment?

  Krista had the feeling things were spinning rapidly out of control. This was a man who decided what he wanted and just made it happen. Before she could gather her scattered thoughts, Clint had lifted her to the shower bench built along one wall of the massive enclosure and nudged her legs apart. She had to brace her hands on his wide shoulders for balance. His soap-slicked fingers brushed lightly over her clitoris that peeked out from its protective hood.

  When he slid two fingers into her pulsing vagina, her muscles clamped down on him at once, sucking his fingers into her deep.

  "God, that's what I love to feel.” His voice was thick with lust. “Such a tight little pussy. I'll bet you'll make my cock burn, darlin'."

  He wrapped an arm around her neck and took her mouth again, his tongue thrusting in and out to mimic the motion of his fingers in her cunt. Krista thought she would melt into nothing on the floor. His fingers were wicked and knowing, finding the sweet spot in vagina with unerring accuracy and tilting her towards the top of that seemingly unattainable cliff. His thumb pressed against her clit, abrading it as a third finger slipped inside her.

  A hot coil of need tightening low in her belly, sparks of fire shooting through her body. She pushed her breasts against the hard wall of his chest, rubbing them against the curls of wet hair, wishing she was wearing the nipple clips he'd told her about. Every pulse in her body kicked into overdrive and she rocked harder against his hand. Clint's touch was like tiny flames scorching the inside of her pussy. The calluses rasping against her sensitive inner walls only served to heighten her arousal.

  "Hey, Clint. You in here?"

  Clint's hand stilled at the sound of a deep male voice. Krista opened her eyes, still riding his hand, wondering what was happening, her body too aroused and hungry to shut down at the sound of the strange voice.

  Clint pressed his thumb hard against her clit and stretched his fingers inside her vagina. “Stay with me, babe,” he whispered.” Then he raised his voice. “Shane? What the hell are you doing inside? Can't a man have any privacy?"

  Booted footsteps sounded on the marble floor, then the shower door slid open. Krista, lost in a fog of need, half-opened her eyelids to see a grinning tanned face topped by sun-streaked blond hair peering in at them with eyes a startling shade of green. She could barely make out his features, concentrating as she was on Clint's clever fingers playing with her cunt and his thumb doing sinful things to her clit.

  Was he going to join them, whoever he was? Her heart thumped against her ribs as the level of her desire increased. A dark thrill raced along her spine and made her vaginal walls flutter even harder. One of her fantasies had always been a ménage, with two men paying excellent attention to her body and satisfying her every need. Her every whim. She'd never shared that particular desire with anyone, not even Lynn, for fear of their reaction. But at night, alone, when she pulled out her darkest wishes, this was always at the top of the list.

  So she kept thrusting her hips against Clint's hand and rolled her eyes lazily towards the newcomer.

  "Well.” Shane's lips turned up in a seductive smile. “I can see why you're in here and not out in that mob scene with your
guests."

  "Something I can do for you, or are you going to give a man some privacy?” Clint continued manipulating his fingers inside Krista's hot channel, his other hand now cupping one plump breast.

  "I came to let you know I was leaving, but I think I've changed my mind now that I see the treat you're hogging all to yourself. How about an introduction?"

  Clint's hand tightened possessively on Krista's breast, the skin prickling under his touch. She wished he'd squeeze it just a little harder. “Shane Cordell, meet Krista North. I'm just giving her my version of an official welcome to Texas."

  "How about letting me join you? I got pretty hot out there in the sun.” His eyes raked over Krista's body. “This shower looks pretty good right about now."

  Clint shrugged, his hands still busy. “Up to the lady.” He put his mouth next to Krista's ear. “We can make you feel twice as good, honey."

  Krista couldn't find enough saliva in her mouth to make her tongue work so she just nodded.

  Clint turned his head. “The lady says come on in."

  In seconds, Shane had toed off his boots, tossed his clothes to the side and stepped into the shower. “Are you just going to stand there and finger fuck her while my tongue hangs out?” he asked Clint. “Or do I get to play, too."

  "I'm working on the front. You can have the back."

  He lifted Krista from the bench, moving his hands from her cunt and her breast just long enough to set her on her feet. She moaned at the absence of his fingers. That fall from the cliff hung just beyond her reach, and she strained hard for it.

  "Hold on, darlin',” Clint breathed. “Let's back down a little and give Shane a chance to catch up."

  Hold on? Hold on? Was he crazy?

  She needed to come so badly she was almost reduced to begging, nearly crying with pleasure when Clint seated himself on the bench and slid his fingers back inside her. In a moment, she felt Shane's hands rubbing the cooling lather of the liquid soap over her shoulders and down her arms. His fingers did a little dance down the length of her back, pausing at each bump on her spine to rub and massage. She waited for the feel of his hand in the cleft of her buttocks, but instead he knelt on the water-slick tile and wrapped his fingers around her ankles, sliding them gently up to caress her calves and her thighs. His thumbs smoothed the insides of her thighs, the tops of them barely touching the bottom edge of her swollen labia and the curve of her buttocks.

  She moaned and tried to wiggle her hips to tell him what she wanted, only Clint had her impaled on his fingers, his other hand rhythmically compressing her breast again. At last, when she thought she'd have to shout what she wanted, Shane's soapy fingers slide into the cleft of her buttocks. As he brushed lightly over the delicate sphincter there, the muscles of her pussy clenched hard around Clint's fingers.

  "I think we hit a hot spot,” Clint said in his low, sexy voice. “Maybe you better explore that a little further."

  Shane worked more soap into her cleft, his lean fingers caressing the separation of her buttocks with an experienced touch. He continued the feather-light passes over the tight ring of her anus several times, just skimming it, no more. Each time he did, Krista felt her inner muscles grip down harder and the nerves in her clit scream for attention.

  The coordination of their movements, of the measured pace, made it obvious the two men had done this before. Often. Clint would thrust his fingers into her tight pussy as Shane massaged the puckered skin of her anus. When Shane backed off and moved his hand to the cheeks of her ass, Clint slowed his movements and let his thumb just skip lightly over the tip of her clit. She was drowning in sexual hunger, desperate for some kind of release, but they seemed determined to make her hang on the edge as long as possible.

  Then Shane's hands separated the cheeks of her ass with one hand and he pressed the soapy tip of one finger against her anus, pushing, pushing, until it slipped in past the outer muscle into the heat of her dark channel.

  Oh God that feels good.

  How often had she fantasised about this, read about it in the erotic books she devoured, craved the feel of it. Even with this tiny insertion the reality was far better than the fantasy. Dark need raced through her, a need demanding greater penetration. She wanted it all. Pushing back slightly, she tried to urge him silently to push his finger in further. But he merely twirled it around, moving it in only up to the first knuckle. Teasing her.

  "More.” She didn't even realise the word had escaped her lips.

  Shane put his mouth close to her ear. “You want it deeper, darlin'? You want it all the way in?"

  "Yes,” she cried, rocking her hips. “More."

  Shane worked his finger in until it was all the way to the bottom knuckle. Krista felt a low curl of dark desire unwinding through her and tried to imagine what it would be like to feel his cock in there.

  "You're tight, darlin',” Shane crooned. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

  Biting her lip, she shook her head.

  "Well, we'll have to take care of that, won't we, Clint."

  "That's a promise.” Clint touched his mouth to hers. “You ready to come, sweet thing?"

  She nodded, straining to reach for it. Clint increased the pace of his fingers in her pussy while his thumb flicked back and forth across her clit. Shane slid a second finger into her ass, scissoring them to stretch the hot tissues. He worked them in and out of that tight hole while one of his arms came around to her front. His fingers grasped one of her nipples while Clint's took the other. As if some silent signal passed between them, they both pinched down, hard, and Krista's orgasm rolled over her with the force of a cyclone.

  She clung to Clint's shoulders and leaned back against Shane as her body shuddered with each spasm and every muscle clenched in desperation. Her womb clenched, her vagina clenched, the muscles in her tummy clenched like taut elastic bands. Her juices flooded from her, mixing with the slick liquid of the soap and coating Clint's fingers. Two sets of fingers continued to pinch and tug at her deliciously painful nipples and Shane never stopped his stretching of her rectum.

  At last, she fell forward, Shane slipping his fingers from her rear and Clint sliding his from her cunt as he caught her with his arms and pulled her against his chest.

  "Have a good ride, darlin'?” he asked in a low voice.

  "Mmm,” was all she could say.

  "We need to pump a little refreshment into you and give you some energy,” he chuckled. “Shane, dry off that big body of yours and get us some glasses and that pitcher of Bloody Marys out of the fridge in my bedroom. I didn't know when I stuck it in there I'd be sharing it with such sweet company."

  Clint's penis was so hard he was sure he could hammer spikes with it. Krista's small, soft fingers wrapped around it earlier had aroused him so he'd had to grit his teeth to maintain some semblance of control.

  He'd spotted her almost as soon as she arrived at his annual circus of a party. In her simple denim shorts and halter top, with the souvenir cowboy hat perched on her thick mass of dark hair, she stood out among all the artificial women who peopled his life. There was an aura of innocent sensuality about her that made his mouth water.

  She was brand new or he would have known who she was, and he'd hoped she hadn't come with some asshole he'd have to beat up and chase away. He'd kept his eye on her even as he moved through the crowd, exchanging bullshit with everyone. When he'd seen that bitch Sue Ellen Clawson spill her drink on the girl who'd then gone into the house to clean herself off, he'd slipped away from his guests and followed her inside. He had become so jaded in his life—too much booze, too many women, too much time chasing the biggest deal.

  Now Fate had dropped this sweet treat into his lap, and he wasn't about to let her get away.

  Playing with her in the shower had been a bigger turn-on than he'd had in a long time. She was incredible. Smooth, lightly tanned skin on a body that he wanted to suck every inch of—high breasts with firm rosy nipples that swelled in his fingers
when he pinched them. God, he couldn't wait to get those nipple clamps on them. A slightly rounded tummy that sloped down to the sweetest cunt. He couldn't wait to take her to get it waxed so he could lap every naked inch of it. It sure had felt hot and tight inside that slick, slick channel.

  Her thick tumble of dark brown curls framed a face with kissable lips, and clear hazel eyes with thick, chocolate lashes. He couldn't believe she tasted as sweet as she looked. Her cream was tastier than the finest confection.

  She was as different from his usual women as night and day. For too long he'd played the game, hanging eye candy on his arm that looked good for his image but were as artificial as their breasts. Eager in bed but far too practised for his taste anymore. It took a little of the starch out of it when you knew you could do anything you wanted to a woman because she saw all the dollar signs and publicity next to your name.

  He'd built his empire the hard way, with sweat and savvy, starting with the first little ranch he'd bought with a loan from his late uncle. No one had handed him a thing, and now when he had it all, everyone wanted to be his friend.

  Krista North was a rarity in his world, her sweetness so obvious he wanted to wrap her up and lock her in his closet so she'd be untouched by all the fakery around him. Something had clicked between the two of them the minute he laid eyes on her, and he wasn't about to let her get away.

  Down deep, he knew this was one woman he wasn't going to send home with a driver and a dozen roses and wipe from his memory bank. Having Shane show up the way he had was startling, but the two of them had been sharing women for a long time. Part of him resented the intrusion and part of him wanted to see just how far Krista would let herself be pushed. He was probably getting ahead of himself here, but if this turned into something more than a hot afternoon, he wanted a woman who wasn't afraid to push the sexual envelope and embrace almost anything.