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were small, but they took the edge off. The ones her men were demanding redefined “edge."
    The fingers on her ankles began to dig in harshly, and she opened her eyes to find Michael's face a contortion of pain and pleasure. Groans coming in surround sound filled the room. Trevor and Cody were watching, their eyes wide, each with a fist on their own hardened cocks.
    She'd never been surrounded by so much sexual power. Three gorgeous men looked at her like she was the only woman alive. The smile curling her lips felt nearly predatory in the amount of satisfaction it held. In her moment of distraction Michael reached up and pinched her nipple, hard. It sent her from enjoying the aftershocks of an orgasm into a new one.
    The men took turns bringing her to climax over and over, using their mouths when she regrettably grew too sore for their wonderful cocks. They switched to her mouth too, where she all too happily learned what they liked under their friendly, carnal instruction.
    It was a “bar hookup in a hotel,” she admitted to herself in one of the infrequent lulls, but she didn't feel cheap or used. Letting the friendship and affection grow had been the right decision, she knew because as they lay together and played, the ease between them continued to grow.
    They laughed when she had time to catch her breath, adding all sorts of things to her bedroom playbook. Nothing had ever inspired her to laugh in bed with her former fiance. Nothing. Laughter and smiles were aphrodisiacs with the Patriches. If she was smiling or screaming her pleasure, they looked happy.
    It was long after the sun rose on the San Antonio skyline that she cuddled down between Michael and Cody in Michael's clean bed. Exhausted and unresponsive, Trevor crashed on the floor and she let him after the others assured her it was what he did.
    The phone rang hours later, and Poppy reluctantly let go of her dreamless sleep. She pushed herself to her elbows when Cody swore.
    "Fuck. Okay, we're on our way."
    "Who?” Trevor muttered from his place on the floor.
    "Mom. Dad had a heart attack,” he answered, jumping out of bed. Poppy winced when he kicked Trevor as he passed. “Move your ass, it's Paul."
    "Dad?” Trevor said, instantly awake and off the floor like he hadn't been nearly catatonic hours before. “Can we get a flight?"
    "Yeah, Mom already booked it. We've got an hour and a half before it leaves.” She watched as Cody quickly dressed and began throwing Michael's things in a suitcase. “Poppy, I'm sorry—"
    "Don't worry about me.” She moved from her warm spot and found her pants half under Michael. Tugging them, she realized he slept like the dead. Apparently Trevor wasn't the only one with sleep quirks. “I hope your dad's okay."
    "Thanks. I wish we had more time,” Cody said. He absently handed her the bra he'd stripped off her the night before. “Fuck"
    She looked up to see Cody holding his fists to his eyebrows, the tension in his body a familiar stance after medical emergencies. There was nothing he could do. Being a strong man made admitting that incredibly frustrating.
    "Take a deep breath.” She went without her bra and threw on her top instead. After pulling on her pants, she closed the distance between them and pressed a calming hand to his chest. So often tragedy stole a person's breath. It was hard to do the most basic tasks, let alone think clearly without fresh air. “Now think. What can I do to help? Do you need a ride?"
    "No, we've got a rental,” Trevor answered when Cody only covered her hand with his. Despite the situation, the middle brother looked impossibly handsome in a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans, his curly black hair disheveled, old sneakers untied. “Settle the fuck down, Baby Boy. Dad'll be fine until we get there."
    Cody nodded and patted her hand again. “Can you try to wake Mike while I check out?"
    "Sure."
    Since there wasn't time for a shower she reluctantly accepted their offer for a ride. They would have