She came again, screaming through her orgasm, and still he didn’t stop.

“Again,” he snarled, turning her to her side, her legs bent, pressed to her breasts as he leaned over her, one hand parting the cheeks of her ass as his fingers found the tingling entrance there.

Her back arched, her head falling back as his finger slid inside, pumping in tandem with the thick erection driving inside her cunt, stretching her, burning through her mind as pleasure and pain mixed with the addition of another finger to stretch her tender anus. And still his cock drove into her, stroking furiously over sensitized nerve endings until she was shuddering, convulsing around him, her juices spewing from her pussy as she heard him give a ragged shout and felt his body tighten.

She was still dissolving around him as she felt his release, the hot, furious blasts of semen filling her, burning her, sending her into another quaking paradox of sensation that had her convulsing beneath him as he held his cock deep inside her, shuddering with the pleasure ripping them both apart.

Kelly had lost sanity long before Rowdy’s release. She quivered in the aftermath of orgasm, weak, wasted by the emotion, the pleasure that had erupted through her. She felt him collapse beside her, still buried inside her pussy, his breathing harsh, his arms tight as he pulled her to his damp chest.

“Breathe, baby,” he crooned in her ear as one hand massaged her chest, reminding her she was holding her breath as it released in a rush, sending stars exploding before her eyes. “There you go, sweet thing,” he murmured, his lips at her shoulder as his cock jerked inside her. “Rest for a bit. Just a little bit. Then we’ll try it again and see if we can’t get it right.”

Get it right? Dear God, if that wasn’t right then he would kill her if he ever managed perfection.

SIXTEEN

It was still dark when Kelly awoke, her body pleasantly sore as Rowdy slept deeply beside her, sprawled naked on his stomach.

Heat curled low in her stomach as she stared at his shadowed form, a shiver of remembered pleasure echoing through her womb.

Moving quietly, she slid from the bed, searching until she found Rowdy’s T-shirt, discarded on the nearby chair earlier that night, and pulled it over her naked body. She couldn’t hear anything below, but she doubted Dawg and Natches were both sleeping.

Making her way down the narrow, curved staircase, the faint glow of the television provided a dim light as Kelly headed for the small refrigerator.

She pulled a bottle of water free, uncapping it as she straightened and lifted it to her lips before she caught sight of Dawg.

He was sitting in the shadowed corner between the table and counter, his eyes gleaming in the darkness as she paused, watching him.

“Rowdy’s gonna bitch over you stealing another of his shirts,” he drawled quietly as she felt her face flush.

The heat had nothing do with the fact that she was caught stealing more of Rowdy’s clothes, it was the sudden question of whether or not his wicked mouth had been the one caressing her earlier.

“He should be used to it by now.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably, feeling a tingle of heat curl around her clitoris.

“He’s a stubborn boy, though.” He shrugged negligently. “You already know that.”

Kelly leaned against the counter and watched him curiously. There was a lot she still didn’t know about Rowdy and his relationship with his cousins. All anyone seemed to care about was the fact that sexually, they enjoyed sharing their toys.

She ducked her head, knowing she shouldn’t have put off learning more about the three men together rather than just focusing on Rowdy. But it was Rowdy who held her heart, not the other two. Though she knew, eventually, they would become a part of the relationship she and Rowdy shared.

“You look like a frightened little doe standing there.” His voice was like dark silk. “We’ve known each other too long for that wariness in your eyes, little girl.”

Yes, they had. Dawg and Natches were as much a part of her life as Rowdy was.

“I’m not frightened of you, Dawg,” she sighed. “I’m not frightened of any of you.”

Maybe she was frightened of herself.

“People make too much out of our little pleasures,” he grunted. “As though some insidious evil causes it rather than choice.” He chuckled at his own words. “There’s nothing evil in it, Kelly. And Rowdy would never press you for what you don’t want. So you don’t have to watch us as though we’re going to jump you at any minute.”

“And the three of you think I didn’t know what the hell I was getting myself into when I waited on Rowdy.” She pressed her lips together as her own frustration ate inside her. “It’s not a matter of not wanting it, Dawg, or even if I do want it.”

“You want to be seduced into it. You want the choice taken out of your hands?” He leaned back in his chair, watching her intently.

“I don’t want to analyze it to death, that’s for damned sure,” she snapped. “It’s a wonder the three of you found a woman to share if you talked her to death first.”

“The other women didn’t matter, Kelly.” He shocked her with his answer. “They were fun and games—you’re Rowdy’s future. There can be no misunderstandings, no seduction, no hesitations or hiding from the truth if you accept it. If you accept it, then you accept all of it.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn’t accept his cousins’ touch without that knowledge.

“I love him,” she whispered.

“This won’t be easy on any of us.” He lifted his shoulders heavily. “Natches and I both love you too, Kelly, not like Rowdy does, but we love you. We’ve been burning along with him to touch you. But the day will come when one or both of us will find the woman we want for our own. The sharing isn’t an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped.”

“Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?” she asked. “Have you ever considered it?”

Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. “I’d stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn’t handle it.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I don’t know if I could bear to see him touch another woman, Dawg.” A self-mocking smile twisted her lips. “How’s that for hypocrisy?”

“Not hypocrisy, sweetheart, honesty,” he told her quietly. “That’s what makes a relationship like this work, being honest about it. Being true to yourself and to Rowdy. We couldn’t ask for anything more than that.”

“I won’t do this just for Rowdy,” she breathed out roughly. “I won’t let him touch another woman just because I know it’s what he wants. It has to make sense to me. I have to be able to live with it.”

“That’s true enough.” He nodded in understanding. “Any relationship is give and take. You give a little, Rowdy gives a little, and vice versa.” He rose from his chair, moving the short distance to where she stood, towering over her.

Kelly swallowed deeply as she felt him surrounding her, his heat, the sensual hunger building inside him.

“Dawg…” There was no way to retreat.

She shivered as he reached out, his callused fingers running down her arm and filling her with conflicting emotions. Could she do it? Fantasizing about it was one thing, and Lord knew she had fantasized about it often. But actually taking that step was another matter.

“I want you,” he whispered.

“Stop,” she protested, shaking her head as denial began to rage within her. A panicked sense of discomfort began to build. It might be what Rowdy wanted, but this wasn’t Rowdy. It wasn’t his body heating her, his need surrounding her.

“It’s dark and shadowed. A lot of truths can be hid in the shadows.” Dawg’s voice was darker than the night. “As can lies.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his head lowered, his lips too close to her own.

“I could seduce you,” he whispered. “I can give you that, Kelly. I don’t have to wake up with you in the morning. I don’t have to face you knowing I used your body against you. Is that what you want?”

“Moron.” She pushed against his chest, her hands smacking into his hard-packed muscles as a shadowy chuckle whispered around her. “Get away from me. You’re about as amusing as the flu, Dawg.”

“Did I make my point?” His teeth flashed in a smile.

She sniffed disdainfully. “The point wasn’t needed. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I don’t understand his reasons. But I’m also still a woman, Dawg, not a plaything. He can get serious about this, or he can forget it.”

“Can he get anymore serious, Kelly? He let one of his cousins lick your ass. That’s pretty damned serious to me.”

Her face flamed as she narrowed her eyes.

“Was it you?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her with a hint of a smile. “One licked, the other watched in anticipation. I ain’t tellin’ who did what.”

A feeling of denial raged through her at the memory. This wasn’t fantasy, it was reality, and she wasn’t comfortable with it, no matter how much she wished she was.

“You know, Dawg, one of these days you boys are going to bite off more than you can chew in a woman. What are you going to do then?”

“Looks to me like Rowdy has already managed that one,” he chuckled as his gaze shot past her. “And here he is to see how much further he can sink into monogamous bliss.”

Kelly turned quickly, barely restraining a moan at the sight of Rowdy, naked, hard, his eyes gleaming with interest as he stood at the bottom of the steps. One thing she could say about him, naked or dressed, confidence oozed from every pore of his body. Confidence and pure, driving lust.

He tilted his head as he watched her, his gaze moving to his cousin, then back to her slowly. There was a challenge there, a knowing glint in his eye that assured her that he was well aware that she was wet and aroused herself.

“There you go stealing my clothes again.” He shook his head in mock chastisement. “I was hoping you would learn better, baby.”

“I think she needs to be spanked,” Dawg murmured behind her, sending her pulse rocketing at the suggestion.

She arched her brow as she held Rowdy’s gaze. He was grinning back at her, a crooked, self-assured grin filled with carnal intent.

As she watched him, she was aware of Natches moving from the rear of the cabin, watching the scene curiously. The testosterone swept through the room, heavy with wicked hunger and sinful intent. Three predatory males, no matter how they tried to hide the primal instincts that ran just beneath the surface of their lazy humor.

They converged on her, tall, broad, aroused. Rowdy was the only one completely naked, but the other two were following suit quickly. Natches stripped off his shirt, while behind her she heard Dawg’s movements, the rustle of his clothes.

Nerves ripped through her, sending shudders of instinctive response to curl through her lower stomach before burning a path of erotic destruction along her erogenous zones. Her nipples peaked. Her lips ached and her sex wept.

“Take the shirt off, baby,” Rowdy whispered as his hands gripped the hem, slowly drawing it upward.

Behind her, Dawg stepped closer. The shock of his bare hands running up her thighs had her tensing at the pleasure. She was so wet she could feel her juices dampening her thighs now, running freely from her weeping pussy as they prepared her for the coming possessions.

“Look how pretty you are…” Rowdy whispered reverently as she lifted her arms, allowing him to strip his shirt from her body. “You nipples are so hard, flushed. I love tasting them, Kelly. Feeling them in my mouth, the tight little points throbbing on my tongue.”