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another kiss.
    “You.” He withdrew, and Zach flipped her onto her back and tossed a condom to him. Jasmine stared at them, dazed at the swift change in position then gasped when Logan lifted her thighs, spread her wide and sank into her.
    Sensitive and swollen from Zach, she was barely prepared for the thick length stretching her. Logan adjusted their position until her calf rested against his neck. Zach stretched out to next to her on the bed and tilted her chin, kissing her. The hint of stubble on his cheeks added another layer of sensation to the sensual assault on her body and Logan surged.
    Zach’s kiss stole her breath even as Logan’s cock pounded deep enough to knock on her womb. Her insides turned to liquid and she came, crying out Logan’s name and then Zach’s. That pulled the last of her sanity with it and she arched up, her gaze colliding with Logan’s. His face twisted into a grimace of pleasure and his cock jerked as he came.
    He slipped away, but Zach pulled her toward him, stroking, tormenting and urging her until she came again. Hands drifted over her body, mouths tormented her nipples, Zach wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him to hardness again and then he was inside her. They cradled her and drew out her orgasm. They took turns stretching and filling her until she thought she’d explode from delight. Drunk on pleasure, they collapsed.
     
     
    They took breaks for food, more beer and laughter.
    So much laughter.
    She rose up above Logan, rode him, watched Zach stroke his own cock back to life. Arching her head back, she laughed to the ceiling.
    I am woman. Hear me roar ….
     
     
    Logan leaned up on an elbow. Every joint in his body protested at the position, but he wanted to watch her sleep. She’d snuggled between them and drifted off a little after three in the morning. Her nipples were swollen and distended, reddened from their lavish attention. The room reeked of sex.
    The sweet scent of Jasmine covered him. He could still taste her cream. He’d taken her twice and seriously considered a third go, but she slept so soundly, so sweetly it left him loathe to wake her.
    His cock ached from friction, but the twitch of motion against his thigh delighted him. He’d thought she’d be repulsed when she’d seen the scars. Seen the way they twisted his skin, disfiguring him. He wasn’t Zach with a physique to match his sunny disposition, but she’d kissed his scars, taken his flaccid, useless cock and teased life back into him.
    That first orgasm damn near blinded him. He’d hardly expected a second, a third or a fourth. Her ass was tighter than her sex, but she’d taken him, every hard inch as he’d glided along the narrow passage. Across the bed, Zach shifted and mirrored Logan’s pose, propping his head on his hand.
    “Better?” Stupid question, but his best friend had a right to ask it. To think I considered playing blackjack as an alternative to this .
    “Oh, yeah. I owe you.”
    “Nope, you don’t.” Zach trailed a finger down her side and frowned.
    “What?”
    “Bullet scar.” Worry threaded through Zach’s voice and Logan leaned forward to examine the puckered mark along the right side of her abdomen. “A through and through.”
    Zach was right. The scar mirrored a second one on her back. The bullet grazed the side of her belly, just an inch lower and it could have punctured her intestines. Quiet anger stirred inside of him, rousing from a year of slumber in the cave of apathy.
    He met Zach’s gaze and both men shifted, examining the rest of her. A knife mark showed on one calf and second puckered mark revealed a bullet scar along her left collarbone. Logan planned to find out what sonofabitch took a shot at her and snap every bone in his hand before he snapped his neck.
    “Iraq.” Her drowsy voice halted their inspection.
    Logan’s heart squeezed.
    She stretched her arms out, reaching first for him and then to Zach, her fingers curling to caress their