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  Watching her was almost as satisfying as fucking her.

  Okay, it wasn't even close, but it was certainly enjoyable. Ford shifted his hold on Rayne to keep her from slithering to the floor. He knew when Cory reached his mark at her front because she'd gone almost completely limp in Ford's arms. Her eyes closed, her head resting on his chest, her lips forming a small but sexy as hell ‘oh’ of pleasure. She looked like a porn star from the very best made productions in Hollywood.

  He swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The woman was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every inch of her, to run his tongue along every creamy morsel. It made him roar like a beast inside! His cock ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn't impale the woman through the back.

  You'll get your turn, he assured himself. Right now, he would act like an unmovable wall. He would hold her up and watch in silent agony while Cory had his way with their woman. This would not be their only time this way because she was theirs now. He wasn't sure how he felt about that in his heart even though he knew a part of her had managed to slink inside there already. His heart, however, wasn't the organ in need of attention just now. He would have to analyze that particular hardened part of himself later but not tonight.

  He focused his attention out and down. It was like looking over the edge of a cliff made of diamonds and gold. Her skin flushed with arousal, her nipples fully erect and hard. His tongue actually imagined feeling their taut points. Her slightly rounded stomach rose and fell in quiet but rather quick breaths as her body reacted to Cory between her legs.

  From his vantage point, he couldn't see what the other man was doing to her though he did feel the back of a hand at his thigh. Cory's hand wrapped around Rayne's shapely leg, he deduced, seeing as one of Rayne's hands was on the nape of his own neck while the other was in easy view and headed straight for the top of Cory's head. No, no, no, sweetheart.

  "Put your arms around my neck," Ford instructed. "Both of them," he added when the hand at his nape slid more securely around his neck, but the other continued to reach for Cory.

  Cory, obviously not so far lost in the delicious treasure he'd found that he couldn't listen, pulled back, and looked up. He met Ford's gaze, the other man's eyes as green as the foliage in a jungle, but it was to Rayne that he spoke. "Do as he says, Rayne."

  She whimpered, a sound Ford hadn't expected from a strongly in control woman like her. At least not yet. Her hips pushed against his hold, trying to get to Cory, and Ford tightened his grip. No, she couldn't have what she wanted until she did as he told her.

  "If you want me to continue, put your arms, both of them, around his neck." Cory sat back on his heels and waited for her to comply. His mouth glistened with her wetness and Ford's mouth watered again. Not to kiss Cory. No, as close as they were, as much as they'd once enjoyed sharing a woman this way, they had never crossed that invisible line. But Ford did want to taste Rayne. He'd wanted to since that night in her car. What was it she'd said to him when he'd tried? You are not getting your mouth on me until we can sixty-nine it. Perhaps tonight that number would be reached.

  Rayne stretched blindly behind her, behind him, with her other hand and snaked it around his neck.

  "That's our girl." Ford brushed his lips to her shoulder then gave Cory a slight nod. Cory acknowledged him with a small smile. It may have been years since they'd shared a woman this way, but they hadn't lost it. They had always worked well together no matter the job. Right now, the job was to show their woman as much pleasure as physically possible.

  Cory rocked forward, his face disappearing in Rayne's mound and she let out a sound that was part sigh, part moan, and totally sexy. He'd heard her make the sound before, in the car, when he'd shoved his aching cock inside her sodden heat.

  Ford closed his eyes, the memory playing like a movie screen behind his lids. The noise came to him in full volume surround sound, from his memory, from Rayne in his arms, from the man at her feet. Christ on a pogo stick, even he was starting to groan!

  Cory's hand shifted between Rayne's and Ford's leg and Ford realized the other man needed a better angle. That Ford could give him. In this position, it should be his responsibility to situate Rayne for maximum exposure and exploration.

  He pulled his hand from her hip and moved it to the underside of her thigh. "Put your foot on his shoulder, baby. Don't worry, I've got you. I won't let you fall."

  She let him guide her foot to rest on Cory's shoulder. The new position unsteadied her and her arms tightened around Ford’s neck, nearly choking him when the top of her head pushed into his throat until she relaxed again. One foot on the floor, the other up high, she was wide open and exposing a treasure for Cory that Ford already knew to be more beautiful than the Hope diamond.

  Cory looked up, only his eyes visible and full of gratitude as he continued to feast on what no doubt tasted better than the most expensive French delicacy. Yeah, you better thank me, you bastard. God, Ford wanted to taste her! He wanted to feel her, too, but she'd listened to him, quite possibly too well, and had completely relaxed against him. If he moved even a fraction of an inch, she would likely lose what little balance she possessed.

  He held her and listened and watched and wanted. Deliberate or otherwise, he couldn't decide, but Cory prolonged his agony by drawing away from Rayne's sweet heat once more.

  "You taste good," Cory growled, the expression on his face—a face glistening with moisture, damn him—one of utter concentration. "Delicious, sweet, incredible!"

  Sure, rub it in, ass hole. Ford's mouth teleported to the lost city of Atlantis, only it was now drowning in saliva rather than the open sea.

  "So wet, so hot." Cory skewered Ford's tender control as he continued his depiction of Rayne's pussy.

  Rayne whimpered and Ford very nearly echoed the sentiment.

  "Give me one of your hands, baby. Hold her steady, Ford."

  Ford instinctively tightened his arms around her as she let go of his neck. Her head came up too and all three of them watched as Cory guided her hand between her legs.

  "That's it. Touch yourself for us. Feel how hot and wet you are?"

  "Yes." The word was barely audible over the rush of breath that expelled from his lungs.

  "Get your fingers nice and wet, Rayne," Cory instructed and Ford's mouth took another teleported adventure, this time crash landing in the Sarah. "That's it," Cory said again. "Now, give your hand to Ford. He wants a taste, too."

  Ford immediately backpedaled over any harsh names and thoughts he'd used against his friend in the past thirty seconds, overriding them all with a definite and decided thank you as Rayne angled her head and met his gaze, holding her sopping fingers to his lips.

  His heart drummed a happy jig as he sucked her fingers into his mouth. Bliss, scrumptious, warm, thick ecstasy rocketed through him. It was only a taste, barely enough to tease his craving for her, but it tasted so good, he wanted to cry. What was wrong with him wanting a woman, wanting this woman, so badly? He loved to eat a woman's pussy, but come on. Wasn't this just a bit ridiculous?

  She moaned, a low and throaty rumble of pure erotic pleasure and her eyes widened slightly before slowly drifting closed, her head falling back to his chest. Her fingers were still in his mouth though and he sucked them like a lollypop trying to get to the Tootsie Roll center. Then her hand, still around his neck, shifted, her fingers gripping and the bite of her nails digging into his flesh ricocheted straight to his balls.

  Cory had gone back at work on his meal and whatever he did this time had her clawing toward the edge. Literally. Her nails dug deeper and her soft moans mixed with the slurping sounds drifting up from between her legs. Ford's cock felt hard as a rock. She started to gyrate, grinding her shapely ass between his body and Cory's face, and F
ord nearly blew his wad in his jeans.

  Rayne blew instead. With a grip on his nape that would likely draw blood and a freaking sexy cry he knew he would hear on repeat in his dreams, she exploded. He moved his arms around her, both encircling her waist as her body trembled with all the force of an earthquake that broke the Richter scale. Geezus, she was amazing!

  Cory eased to his feet, his hands framing her front as he stood and met Ford's eyes.

  "Your room or mine?" Ford asked. No way would he wait another second to get horizontal with this woman, their woman.

  "Your bed is larger."

  Ford nodded and swept the limp, sleepy-eyed, beautiful Rayne into his arms.

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  Rayne curled into Ford's chest and drifted somewhere between paradise and sleep. When was the last time an orgasm had taken everything out of her? Oh, yeah, the last time she'd been with Ford. Okay, Cory apparently held the same power over her. There might be a serious problem with that, though for the life of her she couldn't fathom what it could be just now. Later. She would focus on that much, much later.

  Ford carried her through the apartment to one of the bedrooms and lowered her in the center of a king-sized bed as if she were as fragile as spun glass. The sheets were black and silk, cool and slick against her warmed, naked flesh. She lay back and enjoyed that chill, that softness, for several still ragged breaths before she blinked her eyes open and looked around.

  "Feeling okay?" Amusement lit Ford's drink-me eyes and he tilted his kissable lips. He stood on the side of the bed, still fully clothed, the jerk, staring at her in a way that put all his wants and intentions out on the proverbial table. He wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.

  Her mind tripped and scrambled over the ideas of what he planned next. "Better than mere okay." She stretched languidly. "Exquisitely okay." She slid her gaze to his crotch. His jeans were stretched tight over a deliciously sizable bulge. Yeah, she knew just how sizable. Her inner muscles quaked and convulsed at the memory. She pulled her gaze back up. "How about you, Detective?"

  “I'm about a rub, squeeze, and a thought away from losing it, but we'll fix that in a few minutes."

  Oh boy, please, please, please! It amazed her how ready she was to fix that barely five minutes after the earth rocking orgasm Cory had given her in the other room.

  Cory. Yikes! She'd momentarily forgotten about the other man. Sheez, this ménage thing already proved to be difficult and they'd hardly gotten started.

  But that was a good thing, she told herself as she abandoned Ford, who had started pulling his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, and turned her head. Cory stood in almost the exact same spot as Ford but on the opposite side of the bed. Being with both of them would be a good thing. Not just for the sheer delights they would show her body, though, oh, holy hormones, she couldn't wait to get back to that. Dividing her attention between them would prevent her from focusing on one. It would keep her from becoming attached. It would stop her from giving out her heart. Nope, her heart wasn't what she wanted to give just now.

  Her gaze met Cory's and slid down, fixating on his hands. He caught the hem of his shirt and pulled up, slowly revealing abs so gorgeously toned she could've played them like a piano. His enchantingly sculpted pecs came next and her mouth watered, her teeth clenching together as her gaze moved over his dark beaded, bite-me nipples. His flesh was smooth, hairless, and tempting beyond measure.

  She rolled her head to the other side. Ford had removed his shirt and was reaching for the button of his jeans. Back to Cory who pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Both men wore almost mirroring expressions of wicked promises, devious intent, and scalding heat.

  Rayne pushed herself to her elbows. "I'm calling a time out, guys." Well, at least they listened, she mused as Cory's arms dropped to his sides and Ford's hands stilled on the waistband of his jeans. "You said you wouldn't make me chose between you."

  "And we aren't." Cory, who'd given her quite possibly the most explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced from oral sex, told her.

  Her pussy lips sizzled with remembered ecstasy of having his mouth on them.

  "But you are. I can't watch you undress when you're on opposite sides of the bed. My head is starting to feel like a ping-pong ball! Either one of you hold off while the other gets naked or you both move to the foot of the bed."

  They did. Both shirtless and grinning their asses off, they walked to the foot of the bed and reached for their flies. It was like being the only on-looker at a Chippendale show. Their attention focused only on her, they undid the buttons of their pants and slid down the zippers. The sound of the clasps grazing over the metal teeth was deafening in the sexually charged silence of the bedroom.

  Her gaze danced from Cory's crotch to Ford's, back and forth until she felt almost dizzy with anticipated lust. They started to peel their pants over narrow hips and she instinctively threw up a hand. "This isn't working." Even with them standing side by side, it was impossible to watch them both undress at the same time.

  Ford understood her dilemma first, the half cocked grin on his nibble-worthy lips kicking into a full-blown smile as his hands stilled once more. He hooked his thumbs in pockets that rode low on his hips and rocked back on his heels. He looked like a model out of a very tasteful, exquisite men's magazine.

  "It's times like this when I really wish I had my camera." She met his gaze and bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the laugh at the expression in his liquid eyes. "Don't look so worried, Detective. The pictures would be for my eyes only." No way would she share that with anyone. Pictures of Cory shirtless and posing for the fire department calendar were one thing, but the kind of photos she had in mind to take of these men privately, no way would she expose those. "Would you let me?" She couldn't stop herself from asking.

  "Would you let me?" The liquid in his eyes boiled as he slid his gaze appraisingly over her naked flesh.

  She hadn't thought to be embarrassed before now. Forget that she lay on Ford's bed, wearing not a stitch of clothes, her legs stretched across the silk sheets, her weight resting on her elbows, and her hair behind her shoulders putting everything on clear display. All her attention had been focused on them, on getting them naked. But when he looked at her that way, she blushed from roots to toe nails. Dear sweet baby Jesus.

  "Maybe some other time," she managed to say through a throat suddenly gone parched. Needing something to kick her drool producing glands into gear again, she turned to Cory, pointedly glancing at his crotch. "Proceed, please."

  Cory let out a soft chuckle and peeled his slacks down the rest of the way. He wore briefs, very brief briefs, she noted with a great deal of salivating, thanks. They were black. Not surprisingly. What surprised her was the enormous bulge they strained to conceal. Oh, honey, whoever said black was a slimming color had never seen this man's cock.

  Rayne felt her breathing speed up and her vision turned a little blurry around the edges. That was a new one. Who would've thought the sight of a dick could make her faint? Her nipples pulsed and her heart kicked into an excited jig so fast, she half expected it to dance itself to death. Christ, by the time this night ended, she would need a transplant!

  He reached for the waistband of the briefs and she snapped out of her lusty coma long enough to say, "Hold up. The view back here isn't as nice as I'd like it to be." She shifted, sitting on her knees in the center of the bed, her back ramrod straight. "That's better. Please, continue."

  Both men laughed.

  "Damn, you're incredible." Cory shook his head and shucked his briefs down his legs. His cock, every long and thick and magnificently large inch of it, sprang free in a glorious jubilation of attention and she nearly came then and there.

  Her lips moved. At least she thought they did. Apparently she thought right because Cory asked, "Rayne, what did you say, sweetheart?"

  Her gaze leapt to his and her belly executed an acrobatic flip. "I have absolutely no idea." Her breathless an
d honest answer had his green eyes swirling with more heat, more amusement, and more, oh no, she certainly wasn't going to give that last ‘more’ a definition. "If I said anything at all, it was probably please. Yes, that sounds about right. Please, please, please."

  Damn Skippy, the way he looked at her now had all the breath leaving her body. Thank God the man was a trained paramedic. His skills would no doubt come in useful before this night ended.

  Because she felt lightheaded and a bit shaky on her knees, she shifted her attention to Ford to finish the job. "More."

  Ford's brow winged up. "More?"

  Feeling steadier now even though she knew it was unlikely to last, Rayne shrugged. "I'm greedy."

  "I'm counting on it." His tone held a hint of danger that tickled down her spine. Without show or design, he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs.

  Oh, yeah, a woman would have to be greedy to handle these two men. She'd seen Ford naked before. Well, he'd been partially naked in the semi darkness of the front seat of her car. But memory did absolutely nothing to dull the effect. In a word, he was gorgeous! Long and lean and muscular and so damned sexy everything inside her kicked into a mosh pit of lusty needs and unspeakable wants.

  Comfortable with his body, with himself, he stood there and let her stare until she was on the verge of panting, drooling, or begging. Hell, she considered doing all three. Instead, she finally settled on a huge gulp and a quiet if decidedly moany, "Wow."

  Her breasts actually throbbed with the need to be touched, licked, and sucked. Her pussy pulsed as wetness seeped between her sensitive lips. The orgasm from before was a thing of the past as her entire being hummed to be taken and satisfied by these two amazingly beautiful, deliciously sexy, wickedly dangerous men.

  "Problem?" Ford's lips quirked, mischief lighting his face as he angled his head and studied her.

  Pure arrogance. God, she loved that in a man.

  Liked, she quickly corrected herself. She liked arrogance in a man. And look at the trouble that had landed on her in the past.