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between him and her mound. In an almost orgasmic state, her core contracted, released, and did it again, the pulsing sending electric charges up her spine.
    Slowly he stood her upright, taking long, lingering tastes of her mouth, her teeth, her lips. “Delicious.”
    “Ain’t she?” Trey’s voice came from behind her.
    Garret’s hands slid to her waist as Trey stepped in and pressed his chest against her back, his erection against her ass. The cowboy bracketed her hips with his big hands and his groin pumped torturously slow, rubbing his erection along her ass crack. His breath took up the rhythm as his easy ride shattered her doubts.
    Against her mound, Garret’s hips circled to a primal beat, his hard shaft rasping across her sensitive flesh, heating her through the layers of cloth. His lips pulled back from clenched teeth as his intensity crackled in the air between them.
    Trey’s lips pressed against her ear. “I poured wine, but it’ll keep.” His tongue played with the small earring in her lobe.
    Trails of warm shivers slid along her neck, tightening her nipples to aching points, and making breath nearly impossible.
    Garret stepped closer and put his lips near her other ear. “Your call, Megan. The couch for a glass of wine? Or the bedroom, for the main course.”
    His hot breath, his invitation, flooded her pussy with glorious heat, and her knees buckled.
    The men pressed closer, holding her up between them. They waited, needing her decision, kissing and nibbling at her ears in a stereo seduction so potent that she felt her brain spin.
    “Bedroom,” she whispered.
    Both men froze.
    “I got her,” Trey said, and slid his arm under her knees, picking her up as if she weighed nothing.
    In his bedroom, he set her down next to the king size bed as Garret adjusted the lights to the perfect level for seduction. Trey’s gaze locked with hers. “You tell us if anything doesn’t feel right.”
    She loved the way his concern for her took precedence over everything else. She nodded, torn between the excitement of doing something so indulgent, and the insecurity of never having participated in anything this naughty before.
    Trey unbuttoned his suit coat.
    Megan slid her hands up his chest, onto his shoulders, and eased the jacket down his arms.
    With a groan, he tossed it aside. He stepped closer and slid an arm around her, finding her dress’ zipper and tugging it down her spine.
    A rush of pleasure raced down her vertebrae right along with his fingers.
    Megan unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady hands. This was really happening. She pulled in a slow breath and allowed herself to relax and enjoy. A fine forest of blond hair covered Trey’s upper chest, narrowing as it swirled down his stomach, disappearing beneath his belt buckle. “Mmm.” She ran her fingers through it as he plucked the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
    With her arms at her sides, the dress fell to her hips, revealing her red satin strapless bra.
    “Aw, darlin’.” Trey’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her breasts, his breathing sped. She felt the heat of his stare pebbling her nipples and raising goosebumps along her belly.
    Behind her, Garret pressed his bare chest to her back. Glancing at him, she saw his shirt open, his pants still in place, but his feet bare.
    “Why don’t we all get naked?” Garret murmured against her neck. The touch of his lips pulsed directly into her breasts, making them heavy and full, craving lips on them, sucking, and fingers plucking and pleasing.
    Trey’s crooked grin tugged at her heart. “Why don’t we.” He stepped back and pulled off his boots, socks, and shirt. He stopped. “Sorry. Ladies first.”
    She shook her head. “It was Garret’s idea.” She turned to the movie star. “You first.”
    His grin lit up his face. “My pleasure.” With a blur of hands, he was naked in seconds. His wide, strong chest held a matting of light-brown hair, more than his brother’s did, but shorter.