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"Later," he interrupted her. "We'll find out later, sweetheart." He nipped her jaw. "Right now, I want to be inside your tight, wet pussy. I want to feel your inner muscles squeeze around my cock. I want to be so far inside you that our bodies feel glued together." He bent again, taking first one nipple and then the other in his mouth for more of the torturous pleasure he was good at.

  "Yes." Her head fell back to rest on Cory's chest. Ford bit her right nipple with a little more force than he had before and she shivered clean to her toes. Shards of pleasure-like glass rained through her body and collected exactly where she wanted him most, in her sopping, throbbing channel.

  "There's something you should know first." He traced a path up her chest and neck to her mouth and kissed her lips more softly than she'd grown accustomed to from him. He pulled back enough to meet her gaze. His eyes were intense, serious, captivating. "I love you, Rayne."

  Her heart leapt to her throat. She stared at him, unable to comprehend, afraid to believe. Had he really just said he loved her? A finger hooked her chin and pulled her face to the side. Cory gazed at her, the same serious intensity in his green eyes. "I love you, too."

  Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! No way could she have misunderstood both of them. Her gaze danced from Cory to Ford. She could barely see Ford with her head turned to face Cory. Still, she saw enough of him to catch that sexy as hell, knowing grin she loved. Loved. They loved her. Loved her! And she loved them. She should tell them, needed to tell them, but Cory's mouth came down on hers, effectively cutting off any speech and sending her thoughts scrambling.

  They turned her in their arms. Apparently, they didn't need words to communicate. Good thing, because Cory's tongue was still inside her mouth. She sat on her knees, her front now pressed to Cory's unyielding body, her hands braced on his shoulders. Behind her, she sensed Ford stand, heard the faint sound of metal on metal as he lowered the zipper of his slacks and took them off. She felt the heat radiate from his body as he returned to her, his hands splaying on her shoulders and gliding down in a firm but tender fall south.

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I want to take you from behind. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

  She did, sliding her knees on the carpet, wincing only slightly at the abrasive sting to her kneecaps. Way to get carpet burn. Not that she cared about that right now. Ford's lips closed over her flesh and he licked a spot at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, then bit the same spot. She shivered down to her soul.

  She broke the kiss with Cory in a gasping wrench and let her forehead rest on his. Their gazes locked. He watched her intently, holding her lovingly with his arms around her waist.

  "Keep your hands on my shoulders and arch your back," he instructed her. "Let Ford guide your body where he wants it."

  Ford already urged her into place. One hand moved to her hip, the other to the small of her back. The position coupled with Cory's fixed gaze on hers was dirty and erotic. She began to appreciate this kind of dirty. She felt electrified, needy, and ready.

  "Please." The word escaped her lips before she could stop it. Christ, he wasn’t even really touching her and already she was begging. She didn’t care. She would beg if it took that to get what she wanted. Right now she wanted Ford's cock inside her aching pussy.

  "Your body is amazing," Ford whispered almost reverently. "So perfect, so sexy."

  When he said it like that, she actually felt perfect and sexy.

  He growled, a low rumble that sounded like tortured pain. "I don't have a condom. I need a condom."

  "Does he?" Cory whispered. "I'm assuming the same rules apply."

  "Of course." She knew the so-called rule he referred to, and oh, yeah, Ford hadn't been around for that one this morning.

  "You don't need one," Cory told Ford obviously meeting the other man's gaze over her shoulder. "Another part of the conversation you missed this morning.

  Rayne felt Ford's hesitation in his hands, his body. She wiggled her hips suggestively. "Please."

  He chuckled. "Fill me in later." He positioned his cock at her fiery opening and plunged.

  Rayne screamed. She couldn't help it. The single, vicious, deep thrust tore the sound from her in a riot of pleasure, pain, and sheer bliss. He fucked her. There was no other word to describe the ferocious and primal way he slammed his cock into her sodden channel. She burned for him and he met her flames with a dynamite of his own, taking her fast and hard to an orgasmic peak she couldn't have backed away from if she'd wanted to.

  It was rough and rapid and totally superb. Her body rocked forward with each piston of his body into her, her breasts slapping Cory's chest, the sensitive, hardened peaks sizzling at the abrasion of his coarse chest hair.

  "Rayne." The sound of her name seemingly wrenched from Ford’s balls was enough to send her over the edge. Whether he'd called out to her in warning, permission, or passion, she didn't know. Either way, she couldn't have held back if she tried.

  "Go with me." She ground the words through tightly clenched teeth, the last coming out as only half a sound as her body convulsed. She quaked from her roots to her toes as the orgasm blasted through her. Her nails dug into Cory's shoulders and she wondered if she didn't draw blood as she struggled to hold her position while her body gave into the spasms. Dimly, she heard Ford's release, felt the hot spurt of his seed as he came deep inside her.

  "Shit!" It was Cory's whispered exclamation that broke through the roaring in her ears first. Rayne lifted her head from where it had fallen to rest on his chest just below his throat and met his gaze.

  "Tell me about it." Her words were labored, her breath ragged, but she managed a smile that spread from ear to ear.

  "I don't suppose you can handle that a second time." His hands were gliding caressingly up and down her arms, and he gazed at her with heated eyes the color of deep jade.

  Rayne gave him her full attention. Not an easy thing to do when Ford was still behind her, his body folded over her back, his cock growing soft inside her. She concentrated and lifted a brow. "With you?" To her immense shock, she actually felt a spark of another building orgasm at the thought. "I didn't think you cared for the fast and furious."

  "I don't, as a rule, but it can be a nice change of pace." His hands skimmed her front, lingering on her breasts and then trailing down. "Are you up for it?"

  "You bet. Question is, are you?" She was goading him both for the fun and to give herself another moment to catch her breath.

  He took one of her hands and brought it to his groin. Her fingers closed around his erection, hard and long and, oh, so ready. "Consider it a sequel."

  She grinned. "Too Fast, Too Furious. It was a pretty good movie. Can you make the sequel as good as the first?"

  "I bet I can." He grinned back at her, his eyes dancing with amusement and desire.

  "Prove it." Rayne issued the challenge with an inflection of the same desire and amusement racing through her. She let out an undignified yelp when his hands caught her waist and he somehow managed to dislodge her from Ford, toss her gently to the floor, and cover her body with his.

  "Do you mind if I'm on top instead of behind you?"

  The head of his penis was a lightly insistent pressure to the outside of her opening. His wide hips spread her legs and his lower body pressed to her stomach, a delicious weight pinning her to the floor. So much for catching her breath.

  "Not at all," she said raggedly and cried out with every rapturous, sensational part of her being as he drove every delicious, wondrously hard and long inch of his cock inside her awaiting pussy.

  Chapter Nine

  Rayne covered her belly with her palm and giggled at the low rumbling growl. "I need munchies and sleep."

  "Does that mean we've managed to convince you to stick around?" Cory shot her a glance as he headed for the kitchen.

  "I couldn't leave now if I wanted to." And she didn't ever want to. She was having trouble remembering why she'd started to leave to begin with. Oh, yeah, because she
'd realized how much she loved these men, how dangerous they could be to her heart. Danger was apparently her middle name. Better than the one her parents gave her. Rayne Isabella Jasper. Isabella, for crying out loud. Yuck!

  "You guys wore me out. I need munchies and sleep," she repeated and snatched an open bag of chips from the counter. She spun on her heel and followed as Cory returned to the living room. "Exactly in that order." She gingerly sank onto the end of the sofa and sighed, a happy and thoroughly sated sound that turned to one of resignation. "Add walking the dog in the middle of that. Shoot. I forgot about poor Sunshine. I'm a terrible mother. I don't suppose anyone's figured out how to potty train a dog yet."

  She popped another chip and glanced at the guys. They grinned back at her and her heart did a lovely roll in her chest. Yeah, danger was a much better middle name. And maybe they wouldn't be hazardous to her health after all. They loved her. Loved her. Both of them! She still couldn't quite grasp the wonder of that particular phenomenon.

  Cory's bright grin dimmed first. He stood across the room, his back to her with his bare shoulders sporting, oopsy, reddened scratch marks from her fingernails. He was looking at her over one of those shoulders, his mouth now set in a line of concern, and his eyes alight with apology. "Did we hurt you?"

  A full second passed before it clicked. Apparently, she walked and sat more carefully than she realized. Her pussy felt a bit raw, her channel tender after the rigorous way both men had made love to her. She hurt, yes, but it was a delightful pain she hoped to feel again real soon.

  "Stupendously so." It wasn't the right answer because, rather than erase his worry, it made Cory turn to face her, his expression more grim than the Reaper's. "I'm a little sore," she admitted and dug in the bag for another chip. "I feel incredible. It was incredible. And as soon as I tank up on these greasy carbs and walk my dog, I’ll be ready to repeat every fabulous stroke before getting that sleep."

  That worked. Cory's expression softened, his lips once more tipping up in a grin as he shook his head and turned back to the stack of videos on top of the entertainment center. Movie night anyone? She was game for a good action flick with a few beers, a bowl of popcorn, and her guys on either side of her on the sofa. Sounded like an ace way to spend the rest of the evening to her.

  Ford walked over and stole a chip from the bag. "Damn, you're insatiable, sweetheart." He crunched on the chip, grinning around it.

  Rayne tipped her head back, slowly dragging her gaze up his body. He'd put his slacks back on, even buttoned and zipped them. But he'd left off his shoes, socks, and shirt. She still wore his shirt. She lifted a brow. "Are you complaining?"

  He let out a bark of laughter. "Hell, no! I'm loving it."

  "Good. Because I'm sitting here watching as two totally buff, totally ripped, totally gorgeous men move around in front of me wearing nothing more than a pair of pants and do-me-soon expressions."

  "Do-me-soon expressions." That got a laugh out of Cory, too. "It sounds like we need another of those five-minute, you-know-so-you-don't-think moments again."

  "Yeah, that worked really well last time." Rayne drew her bottom lip between her teeth, loving the way that small gesture made both men practically salivate. "We better go for three instead. We can make it for three. It seems to be our collective lucky number. Three minutes, the three of us, three times in one night." Her cheeks heated. It was stupid really and the fact that she blushed from her own words only made her cheeks hotter, but did she really have to make herself sound like such a slut?

  Ford was obviously fighting back laughter and she feared he might bust his gut. He knelt in front of her and brushed the backs of his fingers down her, no doubt, fire engine red cheek. "It's been awhile since I've seen that. I love it when you blush, especially when you do it to yourself. Tell you what, why don't I go across the hall, collect the kid, take her for a walk, and then bring her back here. There's no reason she has to stay at Max's all the time. Besides, I haven't seen her latest lingerie."

  Collect the kid? Sunshine. Rayne slapped at his shoulder leaving greasy fingerprints on his smooth tanned skin. "You nut, Sunshine doesn't have any new lingerie. But I would appreciate it if you’d go get her. Are you sure it's okay if she stays here, too?"

  "Of course, it’s okay," Cory answered, his back still to her. "Sunshine belongs here as much as her mommy."

  Rayne flicked her gaze to his back. He didn't turn around to look at her. She glanced at Ford and knew he read the surprise and unease in her expression.

  "He's right, you know." Ford brushed a kiss to her lips and got to his feet. "I'll take care of the dog. Be back in a jiffy."

  "Careful not to call her a dog to her face," Rayne warned. She wouldn't think of the implications behind Cory's words just now. It would be best to let that percolate awhile. Yeah, she knew now that they loved her and she loved them. But to belong here? Did she belong here? Could the three of them really keep the relationship going this way indefinitely? And to belong meant far more than simply hanging out after sex or sleeping over now and then. It meant permanently. That was definitely a place she wasn't going right now.

  "You bet." Ford winked then glanced at the coffee table, a wide, teasing grin spreading his eternally kissable lips. "Dude, you look like one of those male models in a GQ magazine." He picked up the photos Rayne had brought with her of Cory from the calendar shoot and flipped through them.

  "That's the idea. Well, sort of. Actually, I was kind of going for the after the rescue look or maybe even during the rescue. Are you trying to say I failed?"

  "Not exactly. I mean, short of actually catching him in the act, which wouldn't give you the whole I'm too sexy for my shirt appearance he's wearing here, this is about the closest you could get to that."

  "I'm too sexy for my shirt," Cory muttered just loud enough to be heard. "P-lease."

  Ford snickered. "Bet these are a bit embarrassing for Mr. Sensitive," he said to Rayne in a conspiratorial tone.

  "Too bad you aren't with the SSFD. We could see how much you'd like it," Cory shot back.

  Rayne doubted it would bother Ford to pose for a calendar. He had that gloriously arrogant, perfect for the camera quality about him. "Oh, we don't need the excuse of a calendar to take Ford's picture." She bit the inside of her cheek at the look that came over Ford's face. Maybe he wasn't so eager to be camera fodder after all. She couldn’t wait to approach Chad with her idea of doing a SSPD calendar next. "My camera is right there. Besides, I believe he owes me a few shots."

  He met her gaze and the whisky swirled. "For your eyes only, sweetheart."

  "Most definitely. You actually think I would share something like that? Not a chance!"

  He chuckled, but the sound died as his eyes narrowed, incredulity overtaking his expression. "What the fuck?"

  Cory turned, obviously caught by the tone of Ford's voice. "What's up?"

  "This guy." Ford glanced at Rayne. "Did you see this guy at the park the day you took these pictures? Christ, did he see you take the picture?"

  "I don't know." Rayne shook her head. What was he talking about? "Who? What guy?" She pushed herself up on the sofa and sat forward as Ford moved to her side. He held the photo down for her to see. It was one she'd taken in fun. None of the destruction sat in the background of this one. She'd caught Cory as he'd pulled the picnic basket from the car. He'd been laughing at something she'd said and the smile on his face was so heart-stoppingly handsome, she actually considered playing around with the image in Photo Shop and imposing that smile on one of the pictures she'd taken for the calendar.

  That smile was apparently not all she caught on film. Her gaze moved over the color image to the two men Ford pointed to in the background. They stood to the left and several yards back from Cory, across the street in the city park. Their features weren't all that clear given the distance, but there was something about one of them. The way he stood or maybe the way he dressed made her squint, studying him closer, trying to bring him into better
focus.

  "What is it?" Cory came to Rayne's other side, leaning in for a better look. "What's strange about them? Looks like two suits taking a break from the office to me. That's not uncommon in the city park. It was close to lunch break when Rayne took this."

  "That's not just two suits shooting the shit on their lunch break." Ford sounded positive. He shifted the small stack of photos, there were only four, and paused when he reached the third one. "Son of a bitch."

  This was another she'd snapped in fun. She'd taken it as they made their way across the street. Cory had been walking a little ahead of her and was glancing over his shoulder. She'd gotten a very flattering shot of his ass in that shot, she noted and gave herself mental kudos for her photography skill. She tore her gaze from Cory's delectable rear end. The men in suits were still there to his left only closer now, their features more pronounced.

  "That's Boran Roumduol." Ford tapped a finger to the face of the tallest man. Ebony hair cut short, dark skin of a foreign decent, and a beefy frame made of both muscle and fat. Something about him screamed Mafia crime boss thug, but it was his companion she couldn't take her eyes off of. "He works for Ving Kim Phay."

  "The Cambodian drug lord you've been trying to track down since the hurricane?" Cory asked.

  "The one and only. I need this picture."

  Rayne heard him, felt him slipping the photos from her tightly grasping fingers. When had she reached for them? She didn't know, but she squeezed them now as if she couldn't bear to part with them. When she didn't let go, didn't respond, he said, "Rayne, I need these pictures, baby. I've got to see if I can get an ID on this guy with Roumduol."

  "I can ID him." Her voice sounded shocked and not like her own. "I know who he is."

  * * * *

  "Are you planning to leave this office, oh, say, in the next decade perhaps?"

  Michael glanced away from his computer screen, from the image of the striking blonde with the huge blue eyes and sinfully plum painted lips, as Adrien Bingham entered his office. "Ever heard of knocking?" He looked back at the screen, at the photo, at his obsession. Jesus, he was freaking obsessed with her. And now she'd gone and changed the photo that had been there previously.