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there was no disguising the size of his erection pressing against the front of his zipper.
    “Now this looks interesting.” She rubbed her palm against the hard ridge, smiling when Remy’s hips surged toward her. He swore under his breath and pulled back.
    “I’m on a hair trigger here, darlin’.”
    Cherry liked the idea of him wanting her so much. It only seemed fair since her insides felt as though they were on fire and could explode at any time.
    Strong hands snaked around her waist and began to undo her jeans. Wes pressed against her back and his erection prodded her behind. “Let’s finish getting you naked.”
    The sound of her zipper being lowered sounded extremely loud. Other than the sound of their deep breathing, the room was quiet. The dim light from the lamp on the nightstand suddenly seemed like a spotlight. Cherry crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling unaccountably shy.
    Remy caught her hands and pulled them away. “Don’t hide from me, from us. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He tugged her toward him and she went, moaning aloud when her breasts pressed against his chest and the crisp hair there lightly abraded her nipples.
    He held her there, demanding nothing, simply holding her. Cherry felt silly and she hated feeling that way. She wanted this, but it was still awkward. There were two of them after all.
    “Do you want me to go?” As though he’d been reading her thoughts, Wes’ voice was gentle and without judgment. He brushed his hand over the top of her head, lightly combing his fingers through her unruly curls.
    She turned her head and peered at Wes. He’d removed his hat and set it on top of the dresser. He was shirtless and his belt was undone, his jeans open. He had slightly more chest hair than Remy did. His short hair was slightly spiky on top, as though he’d run his fingers through it. His blue eyes were filled with compassion and understanding.
    How could she send him away? She couldn’t.
    She reached out her hand. “Stay.”
    He took it and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay if you change your mind at any point. Just tell me. Tell us.”
    She glanced back at Remy, but could tell nothing from his expression. Every muscle in his body was tense and his erection was visible. He still wanted her. They both did. And, rightly or wrongly, she wanted both of them. Now. Tonight.
    Cherry took a deep breath, grabbed the waistband of her jeans and shoved the material down her thighs. Wes sucked in a deep breath and she knew he could see that she was wearing a thong, which gave him a great view of her butt.
    “I gotta say, sugar, I love your choice of underwear.” The pure masculine appreciation in his tone made her smile.
    “Thank you.” She toed off her flats, thankful she wasn’t wearing boots, and kicked her jeans away, leaving her clad only in her pale-pink thong.
    Remy sat down on the mattress, his eyes never leaving the thin triangle of fabric that covered her mound. He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her forward until she was standing in the vee of his spread thighs.
    Remy let his hands wander around to the base of her spine and then downward until his two large hands were cupping her behind. He squeezed and released her. “Turn around so I can see.”
    Cherry felt self-conscious, but also aroused knowing both men were looking at her. She slowly turned, stopping when her butt was facing Remy.
    Wes smiled. “I need to catch up to you.” He yanked off his boots and shucked his jeans in a heartbeat. His socks and boxer briefs came next, leaving him totally naked, over six feet of prime masculine flesh.
    Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his aroused cock. He was thick and long, the head flared and damp. She’d never had a man as big as him before and the thought of it made her pussy clench.
    Cherry squealed and jumped when sharp teeth nipped her ass. Remy laved his tongue over the small sting. “You’ve got a first-class ass,