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succeed.
    “Wouldn’t want to break the streak. Okay, what fantasy do you want to have fulfilled this weekend?”
    Colt nodded approvingly and Heath mentally patted himself on the back. By discussing what they wanted to do in the game, they made sure there would be no misunderstandings. He was determined to meet her needs, but at the same time, he knew he and Colt both had their own personal agendas in regards to Miss Halston’s lovely body. By talking it out first, they could gauge her reactions and minimize the risk of scaring or even possibly hurting her.
    Kylie reached down and picked up her glass, draining it. “If you’d made this offer a week ago, I think my answer would have been different.”
    “Bondage,” Colt said. “You would have asked to be tied up.”
    She nodded. “I’m afraid of that now.”
    “We’ll do it. Look at me.” Heath took her hands in his and waited until she raised her gaze to his. “We will never hurt you, Kylie. The point of this whole weekend is to allow you to ask for whatever you want without fear. It’s us,” he added with a shrug. “You know we’ll take care of you. Besides, one of the mistakes you made with that idiot the other night was in not setting a safe word. Pick a word right now. Any word and if you say it during this weekend, we’ll stop what we’re doing right away.”
    “Hitler,” she replied.
    “What?”
    “My safe word. It’s Hitler.”
    “Well, that’s disturbing.” Colt was teasing, but she merely shrugged.
    “We’re studying World War II in my class right now. It was the first thing that popped into my mind.”
    “Hitler it is.” Heath leaned back and picked up his own glass. “I want to watch you give Colt a blow job while I fuck you from behind.”
    Her eyes grew dark and she squirmed in her chair. “Oh yeah, we could do that.”
    Colt seemed to agree. “Damn that sounds good. Darlin’, look at me.” She watched as Colt picked up his own shot glass.
    He knew what his friend was going to ask for before the words left his lips. They’d discussed it earlier and it was the one thing both men wanted more than anything.
    “I want to fuck your ass while Heath takes your pussy. At the same time.”
    Heath watched and silently said a prayer, but Kylie never blinked an eye at Colt’s fantasy.
    “Oh yeah,” she said with a grin, “we can definitely do that.”

Chapter Five
    “Bedroom.” Colt stood and pointed down the hallway. “My bedroom. The bed’s bigger.”
    The trip to the other end of the house seemed to take a lifetime as none of them could resist stopping for kisses and tantalizing touches along the way. Colt had worried it would feel strange having another man so close to him as he made love to a woman, but after years of friendship, he and Heath seemed to have a sixth sense about what to do. It was exhilarating to watch Heath and Kylie kiss as he wrapped himself around her from behind, his own lips trailing down her soft neck.
    When she turned around and offered her lips to him, he loved knowing Heath was watching them, loved how hot Kylie got from the things Heath was doing with hands that Colt couldn’t see.
    As they entered the bedroom, Colt kicked the door shut behind them and Kylie walked toward the end of the bed.
    “Undress for us,” he said as she turned to face them.
    He watched her face go through a gamut of emotions—from embarrassment to nervousness before settling on the one he’d only seen in his dreams.
    A sexy smile touched her rosy lips as she slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head. He expected to see one of the sports bras she usually wore and was shocked to discover his tomboy roommate owned a black, lacy concoction that was completely feminine and showcased more cleavage than he’d realized she possessed. He fell back against the door. How could he have missed those babies in the last seven years? Fuck, she was built like a brick house.
    Not finished with her seductive torment, she released the