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Ash
obligingly helped to remove the garment, his hands exhibiting a slight shake.
Their need for Sinclair tended to rush things, but they’d talked about this
night, and Craig was determined to take it slow.
    Her breasts were restrained behind
a confection of lace, the upper slopes a smooth, tempting sight, and he drew
down first one strap, then the other, to reveal two handfuls of mouth-watering
flesh topped by those red nipples he swore tasted of raspberries. To refresh
his memory, he tried one, nibbling on the tip as the tender bud elongated
against his tongue. Sinclair shrieked, and Ash was there, having shed his clothing.
    “Quit hogging her.” Ash was smiling
but he clearly was suffering from Sinclair withdrawal, and Craig relented,
shifting her to the side into his brother’s welcoming arms.
    Sliding from the bed, he stripped
quickly, watching Ash tenderly kiss the nipple Craig had tormented, and then
giving the other bud the same attention. Ash was usually the more dominant with
the women he and Craig got between them, but with Sinclair they’d evolved into
equals. Craig sometimes wanted to puff out his chest like one of those darn
bantam roosters that strutted the yard.
    Selecting the supplies he needed
from the nightstand, Craig stepped close to the couple. Sinclair had her eyes
closed, head thrown back as Ash feasted and suckled. She worked her hands in
Ash’s hair, and Craig’s scalp tingled in memory. He waited until his brother
released one nipple, and slipped the modified clamp on.
    “ Owww !” Sinclair blinked wide and protested.
    “Breathe through it, sweetheart.”
Ash blew on the distended bead, and she subsided. He leaned back, and Craig
attached the other clamp, mindful of Sinclair’s narrowing look.
    “You like them once you get used to
them,” he said, while Ash slid down her body. She opened her mouth again,
perhaps to naysay him, but his brother must have reached his target, for her
pupils dilated and she let out a breathy moan, and fell back against the
pillow.
    Giving Ash a few moments to heat
their girl up again, Craig soothed his raging cock with long strokes, twisting
his grip at the head, taking in the erotic picture they made. His brother and
best friend, and the love of his life … Ash’s dark head rested at the junction
of Sinclair’s splayed thighs, her hands clutching the bedding in frantic
movement as her head rolled from side to side. With both hands Craig freed the
clamps, soothing the sting away, rolling each nipple as she processed the
sensation all the way to her pussy. They needed to drive her higher than ever,
in anticipation of what they had in store, but they wouldn’t let her come—yet.
    Sinclair cried out and tried to
grind her apex into Ashton’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Don’t.”
    “Ash.” No
need to say anything else. His brother’s head rose up, despite Sinclair’s
immediate grab to hold him in place, his lower face wet with her juices, eyes
hot with lust. Ash smiled at her, the tender expression underscoring his carnal
desire and she glared back. Did she know what they planned? What they’d been
preparing her for with anal play and teasing?
    “Not fair. So not fair. You can’t
leave me like this.”
    Ashton flopped to his back beside
her, cock straining toward his belly, and involuntarily, Craig looked down at
his own pulsing, solid flesh. Sinclair called them her matched set, mischief
lighting up her lovely face—and tonight she’d find out exactly what a matched
set could do for her.
    “Fuck Ash, darlin ’.
Work that sweet little pussy on his cock.” God, the way her eyes flared when he
used dirty talk with her.
    Sinclair wet her lips, and her
glare faded, a flush of excitement replacing it as she first stared at Craig’s
cock, which preened before her regard. Then she moved to straddle his brother.
A curtain of blue-black hair swung to obscure her face and beautifully reddened
nipples. Ash gently drew back the long strands and set them