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go over the edge without even trying. She nudged Jacque to thrust deeper.
    Behind her, Quint caressed her backside with his cock. Using long, smooth strokes, he slid between her bottom cheeks, down to where Jacque pumped into her, then up again. He paused at her back entry, prodding with his swollen tip. She rocked against him, aroused by the unusual sensation. Jacque found the throbbing nubbin between her legs and began circling it relentlessly with his thumb.
    She writhed in their arms, hot and ready.
    Something cool and wet slid down her bottom, sending a shiver down her spine. Quint's erection slid through it, then returned to her back entry all slick and slippery. Again he nudged her, pressing harder this time.
    She jerked away.
    "Don’ move, baby,” Jacque said breathlessly. “Jus’ relax and don’ move ‘til Quint's in all the way."
    Blood rushed to her face as she realized what they had in mind. Oh, my God.
    She panicked. “I don't think I can do this. I've never—"
    "Shhh, 'tite coeur . Sure you can."
    "We'll help you. Just don’ resist me, darlin'.” Quint pushed against her, a smooth in and out movement, just short of breaching her. “You'll love how it feels with two cocks inside you."
    He kept at it, and she felt the pulsing of his blood through the tumid tip pressing into her. Like a subtle stroking.
    She swallowed heavily. She did like how it felt.
    Foreign, unfamiliar, yet sexy as hell. But would she feel the same way once he was inside her, long and huge, invading her in a way she'd never even imagined?
    He prodded again, longer, stronger, and she felt on the verge of giving way to his penetration. “Let me in, chère ."
    He kissed the back of her neck while Jacque held her close to his chest. The pressure from Quint's shaft increased. She gazed uncertainly into Jacque's eyes.
    "Trust me."
    It was inconceivable, but she did. She trusted Jacque to keep her safe.
    "It'll be all right. I promise."
    She closed her eyes and relaxed.
    Quint's grip on her hips tightened. His cock pushed.
    Suddenly the silence was shattered by the loud bang of the front door. It smacked open against the living room wall with a resounding blow. A string of incomprehensible Cajun French split the air, delivered in a shrill female voice.
    " Dat ,” the feminine voice screeched ominously, “ is what you think! "

Chapter Four
    All hell broke loose.
    Sahara screamed. Quint bolted backwards and cast around frantically for his pants. Lisette cursed a blue streak.
    Jacque was the only one who remained cool. “Hello, Lisette,” he said calmly, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
    Bon Dieu . Talk about timing.
    Sahara squirmed on his lap. He banded his arms around her and held tight. He wanted her right where she was and didn't want her getting ideas to the contrary.
    "Don’ you ‘hello’ me, Jacque Cherchat!” Lisette spit out. “Dis is all your doing! An’ as for you —” She swung her dagger-sharp gaze to Quint.
    His brother quailed. “Sweet thing! What are you doin’ here? I thought you were at your mama's.” Dispassionately, Jacque watched his brother hop around on one foot and desperately try to cram the other into his jeans.
    "—you get in dat boat dis minute, ‘fore I slice your worthless Cajun throat right here!” Lisette hissed.
    "Of course, mon ange ,” Quint hurriedly replied, and shrugged at Jacque as he tripped his way out the door.
    Jacque chuckled, tightening his grip on Sahara, who was still trying to wriggle free.
    " Ça t'amuse ?” Lisette demanded.
    "About damn time you showed up,” he said, ignoring her sarcasm.
    "Hrmph!” She eyed Sahara up and down. “An’ dis, I s'pose, is the girl wit’ the ribbons?” If Lisette noticed they were naked and in the middle of fucking, she didn't give any indication.
    He dipped his head in confirmation. “Lisette Cherchat, meet Sahara Jensen. Sahara, dis here's Lisette, Quint's wife."
    A strangled gasp came from the region of Sahara's throat and her