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  She nodded.

  He put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.

  Clint was getting so hot, not even swallowing more beer cooled him off. He gripped his own dick, stroking it as he watched the couple in front of him. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable wearing all his clothes while his hosts were completely naked. Should he stand up, strip, and then settle himself in the chair again? Should he ask first? In other situations, it hadn’t been so complicated. They’d just walked into the bedroom, stripped, and had at it.

  As if reading his mind, Dan glanced over at him. “I’ve got two suggestions for you.” His voice was already thick with hunger. “Take off your clothes and come sit over here on the couch. Much better view.”

  “Don’t forget your boots.” Kylie’s words came out on a moan as Dan lapped at her with his tongue. “Mmm.” She made a soft sound of pleasure that reverberated through Clint’s bod.

  He pushed the chair into an upright position. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  When he was completely nude, he put his folded clothes and boots by his helmet, took his new boots out of the box, and eased them onto his feet. He wanted to hum with pleasure at the feel of the supple leather and the way they cradled his feet. He certainly felt strange wearing nothing but the boots, but what the hell. When in Rome, do what the Romans do, right?

  He walked over to the long couch, sitting down next to Dan.

  “Want a little touch first?” the man asked.

  “A touch?”

  “Uh-huh. Go ahead. Touch her sweet puss. Spread your legs a touch more, darlin’.”

  Tentatively, Clint reached out a hand and ran a finger down through her slit. Damn! She was wet indeed. Sopping wet. And hot. Her flesh nearly singed his finger. This woman must be ready to go all the time. When he licked his finger, he reveled in the salty-sweet taste of her juices, a pleasant flavor on his tongue.

  “Watch this,” Dan told him, as Clint leaned back.

  Kylie moved forward slightly to brace herself with her hands on Dan’s shoulders as her husband spread her pussy lips and lapped her slit, up and down, and then again. Tiny shudders raced through Kylie’s body as Dan ate at her, licking everywhere, stopping often to take a tiny nip at her clit.

  The harder Dan licked and nipped, the deeper Kylie’s fingers dug into his shoulders. Clint tilted his head to get a better view of the whole thing, mesmerized by the sight of Dan’s tongue flicking over his wife’s clit and his teeth occasionally pausing to graze lightly over it. When the man slid two fingers into the waiting channel, Clint squeezed his cock so hard he thought he might break it off. Letting out a slow breath, he made himself ease off.

  He was fascinated by the sight of the fingers driving in and out of Kylie’s pussy, by the thumb brushing her hot bundle of nerves over and over. Now and then, Dan would incline his head forward again to lick her hot button, tease it with his teeth, and bite down on it gently. When he added a third finger, the woman’s panting grew louder and faster, and Clint knew she was close to her release.

  Dan drove his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster, lifting the other hand to take a nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinch it. Hard. That was all it took for Kylie to explode. She held onto Dan for dear life as her body shook, rasping sounds and little moans stuttering from her mouth.

  Clint had to force himself to loosen his grip on himself again, determined not to come yet.

  As Kylie came down from the intensity of her climax, Dan removed his fingers from the clasp of her pussy, reached into the drawer of the little table next to the couch, and pulled out a condom. In seconds, he had sheathed himself. Kylie moved so her legs were on either side of his. Dan lifted her and, using one hand to guide him, she slid down onto his swollen cock.

  Clint was definitely glad they’d told him to move from the recliner. He had an intimate view of what was happening, and holy shit! He almost felt as if it was his dick sliding into her wet walls. Once Kylie was fully seated, they paused for a moment, Dan sucking one dark nipple into his mouth. He spent a long time attending to it then moved to the other one. Kylie began to raise and lower herself, sliding up and down on the cock she’d impaled herself on, setting a deliberate, steady rhythm. With little hair to hide her folds, Clint was able to see every detail, watch Dan’s cock slide in and out of her, see her juices coating the condom.

  He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sight of Kylie with her legs spread over her husband’s thighs, the folds of her pussy peeping out from their covering of soft blonde curls, and her breasts bouncing as she moved.

  As if at some invisible signal, Kylie braced herself, closed her eyes, and began to ride Dan with wild abandon. Up and down, up and down, breasts bouncing, the nipple popping free from Dan’s mouth. He gripped her hips to help her, thrusting up into her as she came down on him.

  Clint began pumping his own cock harder and faster, caught up in the rhythm next to him. Kylie’s breathing hitched, became choppy, and the muscles in her legs tightened as she strained for release. When he heard Kylie cry out and saw her press down hard on Dan, he stroked himself again and squeezed. As the couple next to him crashed into their orgasm, bodies shaking, his own release exploded, semen spilling over his hands and fingers as his shaft throbbed and pulsed.

  Then there was nothing but the rough sounds of lungs dragging in air as they each came down from the high. Finally, with a long, slow, soft sigh, Kylie eased herself from her husband’s shaft. Clint rested his head against the couch, trying to figure the best way to clean himself up. When Dan went to dispose of the condom, Kylie surprised Clint by kneeling in front of him.

  “Let me,” she told him, and proceeded to lick every bit of cum from his hand and fingers.

  The touch of her tongue was like the kiss of a butterfly, soft and dainty. He didn’t think he ever wanted her to stop but finally she did. When she rose, she surprised him again by sitting in his lap.

  Dan plopped down in his seat again. “She likes to have her breasts rubbed afterwards,” he told Clint, who was more than happy to oblige.

  Kylie’s breasts were warm and heavy in his palms, her skin soft and sweet smelling. When she rested her head against his shoulder, the silken fall of her hair brushed delicately against his shoulder and the floral scent of her shampoo teased his nostrils. It blended with the aroma of sex in the room for a very erotic fragrance.

  The climax, even self-administered, had taken the sharp edge off the tension he’d been wearing for weeks. And watching the Franklins was a balm to his soul—two people so totally into themselves yet generous enough in spirit to share the feeling with another person. Him.

  This was the most relaxed he’d been in months. Maybe in years. There was something about the flow of things here, a feeling as if he’d known these people for years rather than minutes or hours. In fact, he hadn’t connected with anyone so quickly and so well since…well, since forever.

  Always, before, he’d felt enormous pressure to perform. Of course when the people you hooked up with were strangers, often half in the bag, the dynamics were different. He could hardly remember most of the names. The first time had been on R and R overseas. One of his buddies had approached him in a bar and asked if he was interested. He got the feeling the guy was hot to do it and asking everyone he knew until someone said yes. Clint had still been tense and jittery from their recent assignment and thought some kinky sex might take the edge off.

  The first time, he’d been a little self-conscious but after that? Hell. He’d jumped in with both feet. And, after a while, even gone looking for it. But they were seldom people he wanted to spend any more time with.

  The Franklins broke the mold on that. He wondered if it was because he was in a different place, or maybe needing this after weeks of solitary living even in the midst of other people. All he knew was, being here like this with the Franklins, he felt more at peace than he had since leaving the military. As if he belonged, and what a strange sensation that was.
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br />   It was all so weird. The whole fairy-tale concept from his youth came rushing to his mind. Maybe he’d wished for this and the good fairy had granted his wish. Oh, come on. That was just too out there. If he said that out loud, these people would think he was crazy. Of course, nothing was crazier than all of them naked wearing nothing but their boots.

  Kylie squirmed a little on his lap, the dampness of her folds like an electric shock to his shaft. Depleted as it was, the contact nudged it to life again. He couldn’t wait to slide inside her, feel the grip of her walls on him, the slickness of her juices. Watch her tease her clit while he thrust in and out of her.

  He was definitely up, and then some, for whatever came next.

  “You okay over there, Clint?” Dan studied him through narrowed eyes.

  Clint nodded as he gently kneaded Kylie’s breasts, first one then the other. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath a soft breeze against his skin.

  “Yeah. Great, as a matter of fact.” He smiled a genuine smile for a change. “Looking forward to Act Two.”

  He wondered how this couple could be so matter of fact about things. Then he took a deeper look and realized that wasn’t it at all. These people genuinely cared for each other and about each other. Considering the circumstances, it was a different kind of love than Clint always imagined. But it was there, just the same, no matter how offhand they were about things. He also realized how connected Dan must feel to him in order to invite him to their home and into their lifestyle.

  Other times when he’d had threesomes, it was in a hotel or a motel or sometimes an apartment. He’d had no personal connection to the people other than a raw need for over-the-top sex. Once and done. Okay, sometimes twice. But that was it. This? In just a short time, he knew this was different. Under other circumstances, if he was around for a while, he could actually see himself being friends with this couple. Maybe even consider the situation they’d talked about.

  “So tell me, Clint,” Dan said in a lazy voice. “Do you have any special preferences? Anything at the top of your list of choices? Because we’re game for just about anything.”

  “Whatever you guys like is great for me, although….” He paused. Okay, say it. “I’d kind of like it if we could both fuck her at the same time.”

  “Oh, that’s a given,” Dan told him. “You just have to let me know if you like the front or the back.”

  “Either. Both.” He shrugged. “I just like the feeling.” But he also wanted to get a taste of her, lick her cream from her cunt. What he wouldn’t give to thrust his tongue all the way inside her.

  As if he could read Clint’s thought, Dan said, “Honey, I have a feeling our guest would like a taste of your sweet puss. A real one, this time.”

  “Well, let’s give him what he wants.” She gave his cock one last squeeze and eased herself to her feet. “But let’s move to the bed for this so we can all be comfortable. Clint, that okay with you?”

  “I’d say I’m game for just about anything.”

  “Okay, then.” She held her hand out to him, a smile teasing at her lips as she drank in the condition of his cock. “Come on.”

  “We had this bed specially built when we knew the lifestyle we wanted. Something so everyone could be comfortable.” She grinned. “In any and all positions.”

  Dan plumped all the pillows up against the headboard. He pulled back the covers, climbed in, and waited for his wife and Clint. Totally unselfconscious, Kylie climbed into the middle of the bed, arranged herself against some of the multitude of pillows, and smiled at him. “Come and get it, biker boy.”

  She looked so damn sexy lying there, naked except for those feminine boots, feet planted on the bed, legs apart. When she reached down to stroke herself, Clint caught his breath. Yeah, that’s what he wanted her to do. But better when he was inside her.

  One step at a time, buddy.

  He paused a moment to drink in the sight of the mouthwatering woman stretched before him like an erotic feast. Oops! There went his cock again, demanding attention. But he had something else he wanted first.

  He placed himself between her outspread legs, feeling only slightly ridiculous wearing nothing but his boots. He removed her hand from her mound and sat back on his heels, absorbing every detail in front of him. Now he had an unobstructed view of Kylie’s pussy, the folds a rich pink, glistening from her orgasm, the strips of blonde curls darkened by dampness, the swollen nub of her clitoris nearly a rose color. Her opening beckoned to him like the entrance to paradise, which he was sure it was.

  Reaching out one finger, he traced her slit from top to bottom. Definitely juicy. He couldn’t help licking his lips. He stroked again, this time down and up, down and up. He watched the muscles in her thighs tighten in reflex at his touch, and he swallowed a smile. She was definitely a responsive female. Of course, he’d seen that already when Dan had used his mouth on her and then when he fucked her.

  Still, could she be ready again so soon?

  Dan had come to lie on the bed beside his wife, positioned so he could watch everything. As if reading Clint’s mind, he gave him a lopsided grin.

  “She recovers fast. There have been times I’ve seen her have a dozen orgasms in a twenty-four-hour period.”

  Twenty-four hours? Shit! He’d be dead by then.

  He leaned forward, pulled her labia apart, and ran his tongue over the smooth, rosy flesh. Oh, yeah, she tasted just as good as he thought, so he did it again and again. He barely noticed Dan reach over and palm one of Kylie’s breasts, rubbing it as he’d done when she was on his lap. He was too busy licking and tasting, swirling his tongue around Kylie’s hot clit and sliding first one then two fingers inside her.

  Damn!

  He felt tiny flutters in her internal walls. Dan was right. She must have a hair trigger because she was approaching ready again. Yielding to temptation, he thrust his tongue inside her, stiffened it, curled it, and slowly dragged it out, scraping her sweet spot as he did so.

  “Ohhh.” The sound drifted from her mouth, and she tightened all her muscles.

  So he did it again. Then he got into a rhythm, in and out, keeping her spread wide, giving him total access. She hitched her hips up to him, digging her heels into the bed. He was still vaguely aware of Dan attending to her breasts—squeezing and pinching the nipples—but only peripherally. He was focused on the delicious treat his mouth was enjoying.

  Tremors rippled through her inner walls, signaling the approach of her climax, so he pulled back not ready for it to be over.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  “I want it to last,” he told her.

  He replaced his tongue with his fingers again, watching her face as he glided them in and out of her. Her cheeks were darkened with passion and her eyes glazed. The pulse at the base of her throat was visible as it vibrated against the thin shield of skin. Slowly, he ghosted a fingertip over her hot button, round and round, timing it with the movement of his hand.

  Kylie’s hands fisted in the covers, her breath rasping unevenly.

  He toyed with her, teased at her, dragging her to the edge of the cliff then easing off. He loved the way her entire body tensed and she dug in her heels as she approached the explosion of her release. And the little sounds of protest she made each time he slowed down.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he asked. “Please let you come?”

  “Yes.” She thrashed her head on the pillows. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “You look so hot, babe.” Dan bent to kiss her mouth. “And he’s so damn good at this.”

  Clint bent to his task again, pushing his tongue into her waiting pussy and setting a tempo. One hand found her swollen clit and teased and pinched it. She was close; he could feel it not only in the tension of her body but also in the clamping of her internal muscles on his tongue. He pressed harder on her clit, tugged it, and finally pinched it, hard, and drove her over the edge. She jerked and shivered and quaked
as tremors gripped her body.

  “That’s it, darlin,” Dan encouraged her. “Let it go. Let it go hard.”

  And she did.

  He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her up to his mouth as she shuddered, licking and sucking hard, pushing her to a more intense and prolonged orgasm. He was relentless, working her with his mouth until he’d wrung the very last drop from her, the final tremor, that last convulsion. At last, he slid his hands from beneath her and lifted his head, licking his lips to catch the last delicious drop. He bent forward once more to place a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her cunt then gave her a smile.

  “Much better than the non-beer,” he joked.

  Dan laughed. “Better than anything else you’ll taste.”

  Clint gazed at Kylie lying against the pillows, her legs loose and relaxed, her breathing still uneven. Dan brushed his fingers over both of Kylie’s breasts then placed a kiss on each nipple.

  “You done good, babe.”

  “No.” She smiled. “He done good. I think we need to keep him around for a while.”

  I could get with that program. Definitely.

  If only he could get through the night without incident. For a brief moment, he thought about telling them this was a bad idea, pulling on his clothes, and getting the hell out of there, before—

  No. No, no, no. He hadn’t felt this peaceful in months. Maybe, finally, it would be all right.

  Chapter Three

  They were all lying on the big bed, Kylie in the middle bracketed by Clint and Dan. Dan had given her a chance to catch her breath and fetched fresh drinks for them before taking his place again. She let out a slow breath and slid a glance at Clint. He seemed as relaxed as she and Dan were, but she wanted to make sure.

  From the moment he’d climbed off his motorcycle and walked toward her, she’d felt as if there was a mysterious joining. It wasn’t just his looks. Oh, he was damn good-looking, for sure, with his big, strong body, his shaggy, sun-streaked blond hair, and his square-jawed masculine face. It wasn’t just the heat she saw in his chocolate-brown eyes when he caught sight of her. Or his incredible masculine scent, earth and motorcycle and the remnants of a cedar-scented aftershave. It was something more electric, maybe even magical.