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  Deni’s caresses were timid at first. She rested her hands on Gunner’s shoulders, but as the power of the moment grew, she became bolder, braver, wilder. She ran her fingers through his hair, reaching down with the other hand to stroke Price’s face.

  Gunner tried to understand the part of him that loved having Price in bed with them. He’d never looked at another man with anything even remotely close to desire. And while he didn’t feel attracted to Price, he didn’t mind their close contact or even Price’s accidental brushes against him.

  They were partners, working together to bring their spouse pleasure…and maybe help each other out along the way.

  Gunner lowered his head and claimed Deni’s other nipple. Price nipped at her breast while Gunner increased the suction. Deni lifted her hips and tightened her fingers in his hair until his scalp stung.

  Price took them to the next level when he reached lower, rubbing her clit. Deni thrust against his fingers, begging for more.

  “So wet.” He heard Price murmur. He suspected his partner in lust was urging him on, as anxious as he was to bury himself inside their pretty little bride.

  Gunner released her breast to kneel by her hip. He watched Price’s fingers drive Deni’s arousal higher, stroking her clit harder, faster.

  “God, please,” she cried.

  Did she know what she was asking for?

  Gunner reached out, desperate to feel her wet heat. He circled the entrance to her sex. Deni stilled, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. She was close to coming, he could see it in her flushed face, her heavily lidded eyes. It wouldn’t take much.

  Gunner glanced at Price, who nodded.

  “Do it,” Price urged.

  Gunner thrust two fingers inside Deni’s tight pussy while Price continued caressing her clit. Deni stiffened, balling her hands into fists at her sides.

  “Oh my God. Holy shit.” Her words escaped in loud pants when he withdrew and then pressed back in. Her pussy clenched against his fingers, her eyes closing tightly.

  “Gunner. Price.” She screamed their names as they pushed her over, her orgasm striking hard and fast. Price acknowledged her pretty cries as he moved next to her and swallowed her soft mewls with gentle kisses.

  Gunner’s heart raced as he watched his partners.

  Oh yeah. He could definitely do a lifetime of this.

  Chapter Four

  Deni clung to Price’s shoulders, struggling to understand what had just happened. One minute she was sitting on the loveseat in the living room, so anxious she couldn’t think straight. The next she was lying naked in bed with two of the most gorgeous men she’d ever met, having the greatest orgasm of her life.

  And they hadn’t even fucked her yet.

  Her mind whirled.

  Somewhere along the line, Gunner had moved to claim her other side, and she was currently the middle of a man sandwich. She giggled.

  “Something funny?” Price asked.

  She shook her head, unwilling to tell them her silly thoughts. “I’m just happy. But we’re not done, are we? I mean neither of you…” She wasn’t sure how to finish her comment. She could feel two very distinct erections pressing against her hips.

  “We thought we’d give you a second to catch your breath.” Gunner stroked her breast. Deni struggled not to make a sound. Her skin was super sensitive and everything they did to her felt unbelievable. Amazing.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  Deni felt her face flush again. Leave it to Price to cut to the chase.

  “I am.”

  She sensed Gunner’s surprise.

  “Why?”

  She lifted one shoulder, not quite comfortable sharing so many personal details of her life. “My menstrual cycles were irregular and I used to experience bad cramps. The doctor suggested them and they work.” She was careful to avoid eye contact with either man. She couldn’t believe she was lying in bed naked with them, talking about her period.

  “Do you remember to take it?”

  Deni narrowed her eyes at Price’s question. “Yes, I remember.” Most of the time. She didn’t say the last out loud. She never missed more than a day or two, and she always corrected the oversight the way the doctor told her to.

  “Did you take today’s?”

  Price was like a dog with a bone. He seemed convinced she’d lose her own head if it wasn’t attached.

  She nodded and then paused. Had she? “I think so.” Then she remembered taking it in her office as part of her breakfast regimen of a too-ripe banana and a cup of coffee. God, had it really only been this morning that she’d been in her lab, working away as if her entire life wasn’t about to take a wide right turn? “Yes. I did. I absolutely did.”

  Price kissed her. “Good. I’m not using a condom.”

  Gunner lifted his head. “Price…”

  “I’m clean. You?”

  Gunner nodded.

  “Then this conversation is over. She’s ours. We’re hers. I’m not putting anything between us. If you want to, that’s your call to make.”

  “Does everything about today feel completely weird to anyone else, or is it just me?” While Deni had spent nearly every second since Price walked into her lab struggling to adjust, neither man displayed the slightest bit of unease or confusion or…hell…anything.

  Gunner pressed a quick kiss on her shoulder. “It’s all odd, Deni. But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

  “I’m not saying that. It’s just—”

  Price interrupted her. “I understand what you mean. You and I are jumping into this relationship in the middle. Most couples have a definite beginning where they play the dating game. They get to know each other slowly, in safe places like restaurants and movie theaters. You and Gunner got to do a bit of that. Meanwhile, we skipped the preliminaries, hopped into bed within hours of meeting, talking about birth control and masturbating while—”

  “Masturbating?” Gunner asked.

  Price chuckled. “You missed that part.”

  Gunner looked like he wanted specifics, but Price continued. “Regardless of how strange this situation is, I’m not sure I’ve ever been in a relationship that felt more natural. More honest.”

  Deni wanted to agree, but she had no comparison. A quick glance at Gunner’s face confirmed he felt the same way as Price. She’d take their word for it, because the simple truth was she trusted them.

  Apparently the time for talking had passed. Gunner sat up, moving her legs apart and kneeling between them. As she looked into his beloved face, she recognized the power of this moment. And how much she wanted these men.

  She’d told herself she would never experience love. She was wrong. She would fall in love with them. She probably was already there with Gunner, and there was something about Price that called to her, touched her.

  Price rose and stood beside the bed. His gaze never left her face as Gunner leaned forward, placing his cock at the entrance of her sex. She sucked in a deep breath as Gunner slowly pressed in.

  There was a twinge of discomfort, then a stinging pain. Deni tried to mask her slight wince, but she clearly failed. Price frowned as Gunner froze.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  Gunner studied her face and then he continued to move until he was seated to the hilt.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  She nodded and then grinned. “Guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

  Gunner didn’t immediately agree. She gasped when he started to pull out, the sudden movement catching her by surprise.

  He didn’t stop until he’d completely withdrawn. She was confused until she watched him stepped aside so Price could take his place.

  “Oh,” she said softly as Price entered her. Like Gunner, he left her feeling uncomfortably full. She’d have to research the male anatomy, determine if her men were a bit larger than the norm.

  Price leaned forward and kissed her. “Ours,” he murmured against her lips.

  She smiled,
no longer feeling threatened by his undeniable claiming. “Mine,” she declared.

  Price moved back the slightest bit and then pushed in faster.

  Deni released a completely unladylike squeak and wrapped her legs around Price’s waist, urging him to do it again.

  Price complied, thrusting in and out for at least a dozen strokes. The twinges of discomfort gave way to pure pleasure.

  Then Price left her and Gunner took his place, driving her farther, higher. Her fingernails dug into Gunner’s back and he hissed with pain. She recalled his comment about good hurts. This one must have qualified because he increased his speed, groaning in obvious desire.

  She cried out when Gunner left her again, but Price didn’t give her time to miss him, picking up the same maddening, beautiful rhythm.

  Deni looked over and watched as Gunner stroked his own cock, his eyes glued to the place where Price entered her.

  Price had said they would share her. She hadn’t fully understood what that meant until this moment. When Gunner reached over to touch her clit, Deni knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

  Price increased his speed, pumping harder as Gunner stroked her. Deni closed her eyes, struggling not to fly away. It was too much. Too good.

  Mercifully, Price gave her permission to let go. “I’m not going to last much longer, Denise. Come with me.”

  It was all she needed to hear. Her back arched as lightning struck. Price stiffened above her, a stream of curse words flowing from his lips. “Jesus Christ. So fucking good. Shit. Shit, Denise.”

  Mere seconds passed before Price pulled out and collapsed next to her and Gunner returned to take his place. The head of his cock nudged her and then he stopped.

  Deni opened her eyes as Gunner leaned over her.

  “Sore?”

  She was touched by his concern. And while she was definitely feeling twinges of pain in unique places, she would never tell Gunner. She didn’t want this moment to end.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Liar,” he whispered.

  She grinned, cupping his handsome face. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He slid in slowly, his path eased by her arousal and Price’s come. He moved slowly, giving her time to recover, to regroup.

  Gunner moved slowly, his face reflective of someone savoring the moment. Deni smiled, tears forming in her eyes. She didn’t realize how powerful this experience would be. How perfect.

  Price leaned closer, tugging on her jaw so she faced him. “Crying?”

  Gunner stopped moving, but she shook her head, tried to pull him closer with her legs around his waist. “Happy.”

  Gunner chuckled and began thrusting deeper, faster.

  Deni tried to catch her breath as the telltale tingles started in her pussy. Again? She didn’t think it was possible. Physical exhaustion was claiming her and yet her body wanted more. Would it always be this way with them?

  Price gave her a long, slow, extremely thorough kiss as his hand gently caressed her breast. Gunner’s motions became harder, less graceful. He was getting close. So was she.

  Price rubbed her clit—the clever bastard had found her self-destruct button—and she broke away from his kiss, struggling to suck in air as her body gave way to another orgasm.

  Gunner came with her. Dropping to his elbows, he caged her beneath him, his lips and tongue traveling over her sensitive skin in a way that felt almost reverent.

  He withdrew slowly and she couldn’t restrain the shivers his departure produced. Every part of her body was on system overload.

  Gunner twisted her as he claimed the other side of the bed, shifting her so that he could spoon her from behind. Price lay facing her. He dragged one of her legs over his and nuzzled closer. None of them bothered to pull up the sheet or blanket. There was enough heat between the three of them that such things weren’t necessary.

  Gunner placed a sleepy kiss on her shoulder and then she listened as his breathing turned deep, heavy. Price cupped her face, simply staring at her.

  “I wasn’t happy when I got that letter,” he confessed.

  She smiled. “I know. I don’t blame you. I had pencils in my hair.”

  “I was wrong.”

  It was three very simple words. Taken apart they would mean little. Spoken now, together, by Price… Deni wasn’t sure she’d ever heard anything more beautiful.

  A lump formed in her throat, making it impossible for her to reply. What the hell could she say? He and Gunner had taken her from her safe, boring world and shown her Heaven. Thank you seemed insignificant, almost trivial.

  As always, she waited too long, forgot to speak out loud.

  Price grinned. “Go to sleep, Denise.”

  “Good night,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Usually her mind raced a mile a minute each night as she lay down. She’d spend at least an hour playing over her experiments, analyzing data, plotting out her next day’s course. She jokingly told Curtis she did her best thinking in bed and the shower. He’d told her that was a sad state of affairs. She didn’t understand why he felt that way at the time. Now she did.

  She rested her head on Price’s shoulder when he shifted to his back and snuggled closer.

  Then she fell asleep.

  Deni opened her eyes, surprised by the bright sunlight filling the room. Typically she woke before dawn, anxious and ready to start the workday. She’d slept hours later than normal.

  Heavy breathing coming from both sides reminded her why. Glancing to her left, she saw Price sacked out on his back, one arm thrown above his head, the other lying across his chest. Her dark, dangerous-looking warrior appeared almost peaceful. The sheet drifted low, only covering him from the waist down. She was tempted to lift it, to peek beneath to see if he was hard. She resisted, too afraid she’d wake him.

  Looking right, Gunner lay on his stomach, his face turned toward her. His jaw was covered with a shadow of a beard, and she realized she’d never seen him looking anything less than completely put together. She preferred this version of the man with his mussed-up hair and scruffy beard. He was real. Handsome.

  Hers.

  Deni needed to get a grip. Needed time to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do now. It would be too easy for her to disappear into these men, into this unusual, but highly addictive relationship. She squeezed her legs together, relishing the slight ache in her muscles.

  She should have taken a bath last night. Indulged in a nice long soak to clear away the confusion and clean up the stickiness. They’d all fallen asleep immediately following their orgasms.

  She sat up slowly and carefully made her way to the bottom of the bed carefully so she didn’t wake them up. She’d get a shower, get dressed—in the same damn jeans and T-shirt—then head over to the lab. A few hours away from the hotel and Gunner and Price would give her time to put her thoughts together.

  Deni tiptoed to her room and locked the door behind her. She didn’t trust her men not to follow her, to take her plans and toss them out on their ear. After her shower, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, got dressed and threw her shoes on. She listened through the door but didn’t hear anyone.

  With any luck, Gunner and Price would sleep a while longer. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, but she needed to get back to the lab. Her heart raced as she grabbed the keycard and headed for the door to the hallway. If she could just make it to the lab safely, she’d talk to the director about beefing up security. God, she would never do anything so stupid if she weren’t at such a vital place in her research, but it couldn’t be helped. She needed to go.

  She opened the door and then gasped, jumping back. Price leaned on the doorframe.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked.

  She narrowed her eyes. “Work.”

  He shook his head. “Bad girl.”

  “Dammit, Price, I told you last night I needed—”

  “I told you,” Price interrupted, “that you’re not going anywhere for the next couple days. An
d after that, you’re not walking around without either Gunner or me with you. Someone is trying to kill you, Denise.”

  She rolled her eyes and tried to play off what she knew was a real and present threat. “Don’t be dramatic. Everything so far has just been scare tactics, nothing more.”

  Price scowled and walked into her room, pushing her farther in with each step.

  Yeah. That didn’t work.

  Price closed the door behind him but didn’t stop until he’d backed her against the bed. Deni, unable to retreat any more, sat. Price towered over her.

  “I hardly call a bomb a scare tactic. It was a serious threat, and if you refuse to treat it as such, then perhaps Gunner and I need to change our approach toward protecting you.”

  She didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean?”

  “If you refuse to cooperate, we’re going to have to treat you as subordinate. A captive.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Actually we would.” Gunner’s voice startled her, coming from the door that connected to the rest of the suite. Somehow he’d unlocked it.

  “Take off your clothes, Denise.”

  Her gaze flew back to Price. “What?”

  “Get undressed. Now.”

  There was a hard, demanding edge to his voice that left no doubt in Deni’s mind she would be finishing this conversation naked. “Why?”

  Gunner walked into the room. “Deni. Do it now.”

  She struggled to understand the compulsion that had her reaching for the hem of her T-shirt. She’d never had problems with people in positions of authority. Hell, she’d been at the mercy of others for most of her career—the lab director, the executive committee who controlled much of what her facility did, colleagues with seniority, research lobbyist, politicians. She played the game in order to protect her research.

  But this was different. Wasn’t it?

  “We’re losing her again.”

  Gunner’s comment captured her attention and she realized she’d frozen in the middle of pulling off her shirt, baring herself only to her midriff.

  “Does she do that a lot?” Price asked.