Pleasure Train
could very well be the type of exciting relationship I’ve been yearning for.
    “You’ll join us then?” Josh asked, his eyes taking on a happy brightness.
    “Can we give it a try, see how we mesh before we make any solid commitment?” She cocked her head.
    “How about we make a commitment to try?” Jack asked, standing. “We sincerely like you, Willow. A lot.”
    Oh my God, is this really happening? She nodded, agreeing. “Deal. Now, how do you want to cement this commitment?”
    Mikey stepped forward and trailed his fingers down her cheek. “How about we show you just how committed we are going to be in making your life nothing but pure pleasure?” He took her face in both hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.
    Willow melted inside, heat swirling through her body. Mikey kissed her again, deeper this time. She placed her hands, palm down, on his chest. His heart thumped beneath her touch.
    “I want you to come home with us tonight,” Jack whispered in her ear, making a shiver run down her spine.
    Mikey continued his exploration of her mouth while Jack pressed against her from behind. Jack drew her hair back from her ear and traced it with his tongue.
    “Mmm,” she moaned, clutching fistfuls of Mikey’s T-shirt. Heat infused her face as her tongue dueled with Mikey’s and Jack drew a hot, wet trail down her neck to the base of it.
    “You have too many clothes on,” Jack said, snaking his hands beneath her blouse.
    When his fingertips brushed across her belly, she sucked in a sharp breath of air.
    Mikey backed away, and before she knew what was happening, the two of them had taken hold of the hem of her blouse and whipped it up over her head. Jack took her by the shoulders and turned her toward him, capturing her lips before she could speak. Fingers worked at the clasp of her bra. She wasn’t sure if it was Mikey or Josh, who had been watching them intently.
    “God, you’re hot,” Jack said against her lips, his hands searing the skin of her waist. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
    Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him back to her mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She tangled her fingers in his hair and felt his smile beneath her assault.
    The fingers at her back finally unhooked her bra, and she immediately wanted it off. Letting go of Jack, she pulled back just enough to slip her arms out of the dangling garment. Flinging it to the side, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck, raising both arms. She turned her face to the sun beating down through the curved glass from above.
    “Damn,” a deep voice said, Josh she thought. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
    She ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips, her gaze locked on the open fields flying by as they raced down the tracks. “Pleasure me,” she said, her body trembling with need.
    That was all she needed to say.
    One pair of hands held her rib cage tightly—Jack, she realized when she glanced down—then his mouth closed over one pebbled nipple and began to suck.
    “Oh hell yeah,” she groaned, arching her back to give him full access to both breasts.
    Josh caught her beneath her chin, tilting her head back as he pressed against her ass. She turned her head, parting her lips to accept his thrusting tongue.
    Probing fingers worked at the button of the waistband of her jeans. Mikey worked fast, unbuttoning, unzipping, and dragging her jeans and panties down her legs.
    Jack’s tongue laved the tight, beaded nipple he had been working on while he pinched and tugged at the other. He shifted slightly to her right, making little satisfied noises in his throat.
    Josh continued to devour her mouth, groaning into her, still holding her chin and now also one wrist tightly.
    Willow felt the vibration of the train rattling through her bones. It only served to make her more sensitive to the touches of these men who were hell-bent on driving her to the brink of insanity.
    Then, suddenly, another
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