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“Don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll take care of you.”
    The soft, crooning tone had her creaming her panties. Oh, he was good. They both were. They made her feel safe even as they aroused her.
    Remy leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Back and forth, back and forth, barely touching them until she was going up on her toes to get deeper contact.
    “Mmm, you taste good.” Remy took her hand in his much larger, rougher one and gently tugged her up the stairs and down a hallway. She couldn’t see much, but a single light glowed from a room down at the end of the hall.
    When he pulled her through the doorway, she immediately knew it was Remy’s room. A huge king-sized bed dominated the space, but the room was big enough to accommodate a tall dresser, a nightstand and a rather large chair in the corner without seeming cluttered.
    It was surprisingly neat for a single man. A shirt hung over the arm of the chair and a lariat rested on the floor beside it. Some loose change was scattered on a tray on the dresser and the nightstand held a lamp, a half-full glass of water and a tattered paperback. A pair of boots sat next to the dresser. A navy-blue comforter covered the bed and matching drapes hung at the window, though they weren’t pulled. A homemade quilt was draped over the footboard.
    “You won’t regret this,” Remy promised. His fingers went to the buttons on her top and he began to slide them open one by one.
    “We’ll make you feel so good,” Wes promised from behind her. He slipped his hands beneath her top and cupped her breasts. Even though she was wearing a bra she could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric. It was as if it wasn’t even there. Her nipples puckered in anticipation as Wes’ thumb traced the outer edges of the taut bud.
    Remy finished with the buttons and pushed the fabric down her arms. Wes released her and stepped back, grabbing the top and pulling it the rest of the way off. Remy made a growling sound deep in his chest. “You are so beautiful.” Large, calloused fingers traced the edge of the fragile lace. “As pretty as this is, I think I’ll like what’s underneath it even more.”
    Wes’ clever fingers unhooked the bra from behind and Remy drew it down, tossing it onto the floor. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were full and firm.
    Remy covered them with his hands, weighing and caressing the mounds. Her skin looked pale next to his tanned hands. “Perfect.”
    Wes stroked his hands up and down her spine until she was arching into his touch. It was only then that she realized what they were doing. They were gentling her as they would a nervous filly, getting her used to their touch, making her anticipate it.
    She wasn’t sure she liked the analogy, but she couldn’t deny it was working. The slight queasiness in her stomach settled and anticipation thrummed through her body. Her breasts felt full and heavy and her pussy was wet and empty, aching to be filled.
    Cherry licked her lips. “You’re both wearing entirely too much clothing.”
    “Oh, darlin’,” Remy crooned. “Never let it be said I disappointed a lady.” He reached behind his head with one hand, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Several buttons popped, making her laugh.
    “You could have unbuttoned your shirt.”
    He shrugged. “Would have taken too much time.”
    She couldn’t argue with him about that. She placed her hands on his broad chest, marveling at the hard muscles of his pecs, the width of his shoulders and the well-defined ridges running down his abs. Remy Smith was a work of art. And all this tanned flesh and muscle was hers to touch.
    Cherry found herself fascinated by the light sprinkling of crisp hair that ran between his flat nipples. But she was doubly fascinated by the thin line of silkier hair that bisected his torso and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Her finger followed the line, stopping when she hit his belt, but