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the mother of all
orgasms if he could hold on. Gritting his teeth, he said it, put his niggling worry out there. “This is the closest you’ll get to being
double-fucked, sweetheart. No other man touches what is mine.”
    A spurt of hot fluid drenched him
and he slid in balls deep, coming up against her cervix, but it was the lifting
of the haze in Candace’s blue orbs that he truly experienced. She pierced him
with that one look, a sweet, burning, welcome arrow to his heart. “Yours, Reece. Only yours.”
    Reece reined in his rogue cock
enough to make good on his promise, driving Candace up and over the cliff of
release, her keening cry a signal for his own, strangling orgasm. Such a delicious agony. When her clenching sheath milked the
last of his ejaculate, he slumped to the side, pulling her with him to bask in
the closeness of body—and soul.   
    ****
    Candy lay nestled against Reece’s
solid form, his slowing heartbeat matching her own descent from the heights of
sexual decadence. If she had the energy she might have something else to say,
but instead contented herself with a press of her lips against his moist,
brawny shoulder. Had her Sheriff harbored an insecurity ?
Did he think she needed more than him? Well, she hoped her total surrender
tonight had quashed such nonsense, because she was his, as utterly as he
belonged to her. A smile quirked her lips as she recalled how the brothers had
hustled Sinclair out the door earlier. Their first social
time together as a group hadn’t lasted very long, but felt comfortable, if
fraught with certain sexual tension. She hoped that tension never
dissipated, for any of them, that they’d all be old and grey and still full of
passion for their mates.
    Stretching, she fit herself closer
to her man, marking the way their bodies fit together, his toned muscles
against her softness, little drifts and tendrils of sensation adding to her
languidness. She’d tell him in the morning that she would meet with her daddy,
to address any lingering issues Reece was concerned about—for her. Reece took
in a deeper breath, falling further into sleep, and she suddenly ached with a
sense of fierce protectiveness. All those years in the field, sleeping lightly,
with one eye open for insurgents, had been a hard habit to break, he’d told
her. But he slept the sleep of the just when they shared a bed, and she’d give
him that for the rest of her life, having won out against considerable odds.

Chapter Four
     
    Gripping the wheel to control his
burgeoning need, Craig blessed the fact their ranch wasn’t too far from Reece’s
home. Sinclair sat demurely between him and his brother, and they’d have her
between them as soon as they got through the front door of their house. The
state he was in, he wasn’t sure they’d make it up to the master suite. Sure,
their ménage was new, but spending any amount of time away from their girl was
painful, and not just sexually. He and Ashton worked hard—the cattle and a
specialized breed of horses were their livelihood—but he really had to focus on
his tasks, instead of wondering how Sinclair was doing, working with local
vets, kinda like an apprenticeship. Working around
all those damn big animals she seemed to regard as kittens and puppies. Okay,
so that wasn’t accurate. Sinclair respected the power and unpredictability of
farm animals, and he wouldn’t disrespect her intelligence. They had to stop challenging
her about her choices. It was just that she was so little…
    Wheeling into their long drive, he
marshaled his thoughts and tucked them away. He’d have a bruise on his shin
tomorrow after his ill advised comment at the dinner table. Sinclair resisted
all forms of stereotyping, and he and Ash loved her individuality, unless it
stepped out of the invisible cocoon they’d automatically spun around her, for
her safety and protection, sometimes forgetting she could take care of herself.
Not that she needed to … and he was doing it