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wider.
    “That’s it, darling. Show him what he’s missing. What he could have.”
    Jackson’s swallowed.
    “Would you let Jackson share in your delights, Sophie? Would you let him inside you, let him fuck you? And let me? Let us have you—both of us? Together?”
    The touch of his hand and the cadence of his voice made her arch upwards.
    A stifled sound burst from Jackson’s throat and she turned her head languidly. Did she want Jackson? He was dark, compelling and still mysterious. What would it feel like to shatter his control, to take him inside her and by her submission to his need, place him in her power? She shivered. She wanted it. To be the object of their desire, the focus of their sexual needs.
    She held out her arms. This time Jackson’s groan was clearly audible. With jerky movements he undid his belt, wrenched the studs open, shoved the denim aside. If she thought Hamish had been sudden this was desperation, too fierce and needy for niceties like removing boots or completely undressing.
    He dropped to his knees, straddled her hips, drove his cock deep. His lips were flattened in a thin line, his face a mask of concentration.
    His thrusts were hard, fast, grinding against her pelvis.
    Sex had usually been fun, but civilised, almost stylised, but this was urgent, desperate and she wanted more.
    She thrashed her head from side to side, searching for something. She didn’t know what until Hamish slid on his knees beside her, his cock rigid, tip purple and swollen. She reached out and wrapped her fist around it, drawing its thick heat into her mouth, sucking and licking, savouring Hamish’s rich, salt-sweet flavour.
    Hamish took over, thrusting feverishly, fucking her mouth, and she let herself drown in sensation. Jackson rode her hard, slamming her butt against the straw-covered floor, Hamish’s cock sliding up and down in her spit-lubricated fist.
    The spiral of passion wound tight and exploded and she screamed as she came. Hamish took advantage of her wide-open mouth to go deeper. Hot spurts of cum splashed into her throat and she swallowed convulsively. Hamish groaned and shuddered.
    Jackson rammed home once more. He arched his back and held himself deep inside her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t remember if he wore a condom, only felt the hard pulsing of his penis.
    When it stopped he pushed himself to his knees. His eyes were dark, and in the dim light of the stable she couldn’t read his expression. She did see him reach down and discard the condom she’d never seen him put on.
    “I’m sorry.” Jackson’s voice was gravelly, rough with some emotion Sophie couldn’t fathom. Was he afraid he’d been too rough? Or was he sorry the sex had happened at all? Before she had a chance to reply, Hamish spoke.
    “I won’t let you be sorry. I wanted you to have this. You needed it.” He pushed himself backwards, up onto a bale of hay, then reached out and took Jackson’s hand, drawing him up with him. Still naked, Hamish pulled Jackson in until he was held between his thighs. He reached his arm behind Jackson’s head, raised one leg to wrap around his hips, tilted his head and kissed him.
    Jackson grasped his thigh, lifting it, holding Hamish tight.
    Sophie pushed herself into a sitting position. She was sex-sated, sore from the rubbing friction of hair-roughened thighs, but as the two men locked lips and sank into each other, arousal made her pussy twitch with renewed desire and her hand slid down to cup her clit and still moist lower lips. A whimper escaped her. Hamish leant back and turned towards her.
    “Sorry.” Jackson repeated his earlier apology. But this time he went on. “I…we… You don’t need to see this. Not now.”
    “Don’t stop on account of me.” Sophie swallowed. “I haven’t… That is… I’ve never seen two men doing…” She nodded towards them. “Doing that before. It’s hot.” Her face burned with embarrassment. She probably shouldn’t have said that. It