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beer."
    Unable to make eye contact with either of
them, she took the beer and proceeded to down the bottle in four
long drinks. Dutch courage would help her get through the night.
She would channel her inner assertive self later and use the
experience as fodder for her next novel. Readers loved her sexy
cowboys.
    "Whoa! Slow down, speedy," Pax said, taking
the empty bottle from her. "Unless you plan on getting drunk. In
which case, here's another, and I think I'll join you."
    She shouldn't. However, no matter how many
times she told herself getting drunk would be wrong, she reached
out for one bottle after the next.
    On her fifth beer she noticed Pax sitting on
the floor next her, but she couldn't recall when he'd done that.
Her inhibitions lowered with each mouthful, so much so that when
Pax brushed his arm against hers she didn't bother hiding her
gasp.
    "Problem?" he questioned, shooting her that
smile, dimples and all.
    Floating in an alcohol induced haze, she
shook her head. "Not at all. I'm just peachy."
    "Strange that, because I swear I heard you
gasp when I did this." His finger stroked slowly up her forearm,
leaving goose bumps in its wake. At the same time Caleb's fingers
skimmed across the back of her neck. The thin straps of her top had
slipped off her shoulder onto her bicep, exposing the skin and
leaving it free to his ministrations. She took another swig of
beer, feeling Caleb's warm breath on her cheek. "Lookin' a little
tipsy there, Syd."
    Her head flopped back into the space between
his parted thighs when his hand came around to stroke her
collarbone.
    She patted his cheek. "I'm just fine. Still a
ways to go before I'd consider myself drunk."
    "Really?" the men said in unison.
    Nodding, she sighed when Caleb's fingers
delved under the edge of her shirt. They toyed with the lace cup of
her bra, teasing the skin just underneath. Pax's hand crept along
her thigh, stroking the underside of her knee and her eyes
fluttered closed.
    Reluctant to believe one of her fantasies
might truly be happening, she reached for each one of them,
touching their skin in a bid to make it reality. She had dreamed
about this very scenario night after night, and many of her novels
had been based around a fantasy she'd had of the three of them.
Nothing could prepare her for living out the moment though. Her
memories of the night under the bleachers had faded with time, so
much so, she questioned whether it had ever really happened.
    "Need more beer, Syd?" Caleb asked into her
ear, lapping at the lobe and kissing the skin just below.
    "Do I need it?" she asked, startled by the
huskiness to her voice.
    "Depends if you want an excuse for this
happenin'," Pax answered.
    The warm glow of the alcohol had her relaxing
into their caresses. She'd fantasized about this scenario for
years, but never allowed herself to hope it could ever happen.
Drinking more would certainly give her an excuse for her actions,
but being a grown woman, she should bury her anxiety and admit she
wanted the men as much as they wanted her.
    Uncertainty had her proceeding with caution.
She had no idea where the seduction had come from, or why they
decided to work together. About to ask exactly what they had
planned, she stalled when Pax pushed her thighs apart. Swallowing,
she met his intense stare as he shuffled to kneel between them. He
placed his hands on her hips, his thumbs circling her hipbones.
Caleb continued moving his mouth along the back her shoulders
murmuring his affection.
    Each sweep of his lips had her stomach
clenching and without a doubt her panties were soaked. Her hips
writhed of their own volition, and with Pax's knee placed against
her sweet spot every movement had a new wave of wetness seeping
from her pussy.
    The sound of their deep breathing filled the
room, the air thick with lust. They were hurtling toward the point
of no return, but her foggy brain, clouded with desire, wouldn't
let her muster the strength to think clearly. When Caleb's