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darker. I forced it aside with some effort. She wanted a good night—I’d give it to her, and I’d exact some revenge on my asshole brother while I was at it. Fucking his wife was pretty good punishment for the bastard.
    “Have you ever taped yourself having sex?” I asked.
    Her brows drew together. “Uh…no…why?”
    “I was thinking we might send Chad a present.” He’d come after me, but it would be worth it. I’d have the excuse to sink my fist into his face.
    Bree’s eyes went wide then a slow grin crossed her face. “Yes.”
    “You’re sure?”
    She nodded. “Before Chad, I was pretty wild. I ran with the Ren Faire crowd, teaching and demonstrating medieval swordplay. Well, and that crowd can get pretty insane after hours. I think that scared Chad—one of the reasons he hit me. Keeping me in line, he’d say. Keeping me from going back to my heathen ways. He freaked out the only time I mentioned any of the stuff I liked then he got violent. Of course, he never did the stuff I said.”
    “What do you like?” I couldn’t help asking. If Bree had been my woman, I would have seen her as an adventure, not someone to keep down.
    “Wax.” She glanced at the candles. “Being held down. Being shared.” So she would have been okay with that, had Chad gotten our cousin to say yes. “Anal…or a toy in there while fucking. Gosh, there are so many things I like. At night at the faire, sometimes my partner and I would have sex while everyone watched us.” She grinned at me. “Scared yet?”
    “Hell no.” Actually, I was wondering if that college kid was available…or interested. Yeah. He’d be interested.
    “Why don’t you light those candles and hop in the shower,” I said. “I’ll be back.”
    “You’re not running?”
    “Absolutely not.”
    * * * *
    Fifteen minutes later, Peter and I came into the cabin. I hadn’t missed my mark. He wanted Bree.
    The water was running and the flicker of candlelight came through the doorway. I figured she hadn’t been in the shower long. It would have taken a few minutes to light all the candles in the bathroom and in here.
    “You’re sure she’s cool with it?” Peter asked.
    “Positive.”
    I stripped off my clothes as I walked to the bathroom and saw Peter doing the same from the corner of my eye.
    “I’m back, baby,” I said as I stepped into the shower. “I have a present for you.”
    “What?”
    I pulled her into my arms and pressed her face to my chest. Turning, I leaned on the wall and nodded for Peter to step into the enclosure. His cock was at full mast when he entered, and I have to say, I was a little jealous of his length, but I had him on girth. “Stay still and keep your arms around me,” I ordered Bree.
    “What?” she exclaimed. My fingers buried in her hair, and I kept her positioned so she couldn’t see the other man. She moaned as he moved behind her. His cock brushed her ass as his hands smoothed over her body. I could feel him weighing her breasts and pulling at her nipples.
    With my free hand, I reached down and fingered her cunt. Peter joined me there, and we both pushed two digits into her sopping passage.
    “Oh my God! So full!” she cried as we worked her. “More!”
    Peter grinned at me over her shoulder, and I knew he’d be up for this whole encounter, but I had to make it good for Bree. As soon as she came, I pulled my hand away. Peter lazily continued his fucking, enjoying the feel of my woman. I slipped to the side, and he pressed her to the shower wall, still keeping her from seeing him.
    “Don’t even try to look, or I’ll make him leave,” I promised.
    “I’ll be good,” she vowed.
    With a nod from Peter, I went back into the room. I needed a blindfold. After looking around for something suitable, I decided her destroyed shirt would be perfect. I tore off the sleeve then pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Carefully, I propped it on the table and checked the angle to see that we’d get a good video