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He leaned forward and she took him in her mouth. She had to have him inside her, too, had to taste him while AJ f**ked her. She swirled her tongue around the crest of his c**k head and slid him inside her mouth, the heat and thickness of him as he rocked against her tongue only intensifying what she already felt being f**ked by AJ.

“When you suck Pax, your pu**y gets wet, Teresa. Did you know that? It squeezes me and spills your hot cream all over me.”

She did know. She felt the quivers, the moisture as AJ withdrew and thrust inside her again. He was so tender and careful with her, so restrained as he moved within her. She loved that gentle side of him when he looked anything but a gentle man. That’s what had always attracted her to him—the incongruous nature of wild versus tame, that he could rein in those impulses, that he had that kind of control. She saw that same control now as he moved inside her, the taut muscles of his upper body straining as he held back, moved gently against her. She wondered what he’d be like unleashed, all that power directed at her.

Pax pulled his c**k from between her lips and put his mouth there, kissing her, his hands roaming over her breasts.

“I want to hear you breathe, listen to the sounds you make while AJ makes you come,” he said. “And after he comes, I’m going to f**k you.”

She shuddered at the dark promise in his words, at the way he looked at her like he wanted to possess her, devour her, own her. He skimmed his palm possessively over her br**sts and down her belly, slid his fingers over her cl*tand began to move them against her as AJ f**ked her.

Her breath caught as she looked at Pax, the storm blowing hot and furious in his dark eyes. He bent and kissed her, never once stopping the movement of his hand at her clit, rubbing her in tandem to AJ’s thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming. She grasped Pax’s arms and held on. She was drowning, unable to control what was happening to her. Only this time it wasn’t at all like five years ago—this was incredible, a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to steal her sanity.

“Let go,” Pax said, murmuring against her lips before he kissed his way to her jaw and neck. “Let loose, Teresa. I want to feel you squirm and cry when you come.”

She wanted to come, could feel it rising with every touch from Pax’s hand, with every movement of AJ’s c**k inside her. She rocked her head from side to side as the sensations assaulted her, one on top of the other. AJ held on to her legs, lifting her as he drove deeper. Pax slipped an arm around her and held her up.

“Watch, Teresa. Watch what we’re doing to you.”

This was so painfully intimate she wasn’t sure she could, but as she did, she glanced at both of them. They were hers. She was theirs. A bond forming that couldn’t be broken. She would never do this with anyone but them.

Pax dipped and took her mouth in a kiss that ravaged her from the inside out, his tongue diving in and taking possession of hers, driving the last of the ghosts away as he cradled her to him and rocked his fingers against her clit. She cried out against his mouth as her orgasm hit her a split second later. Pax let her go and AJ came down on top of her, kissing her as her cl**ax shuddered through her. He swept his hand underneath her to lift her, then shuddered with her as he came, his fingers digging into her buttocks as he ground against her.

Spent, shaking, she held on to AJ while Pax stroked her hair. AJ lifted, smiled down at her and kissed her, then withdrew.

She should be satisfied, but she wasn’t. Not yet. She turned to Pax and held her arms out for him.

“Are you sure you’re not too tired for this?”

She shook her head. “I’m not tired. And we aren’t going to be finished until you’re inside me.”

Pax sucked in a breath and nodded, went to get a condom. A moment later he was there next to her, lying on his side. He lifted her leg and draped it over his hip.

“I’ve wanted to f**k you from the first second I laid eyes on you at the bar.”

Teresa swallowed and wove her fingers into his hair, remembering that first night, how meeting him had given her that first jolt into her reawakened sexuality. “Ditto.”

He slid into her, nice and easy, and as much as AJ had held back, she knew Pax held back even more. When she moved against him, his jaw clenched. She caressed the spot where he held that tension and felt it relax.

“I’m not going to break,” she said, smiling at Pax. AJ moved in behind her to cup her breast and kiss her neck.

“I know that,” Pax said, stilling. “You’re stronger than any woman I’ve ever known. A survivor.” He rested his hand on her thigh and surged against her, making her gasp. “But you’re not ready for all we have to offer. Not yet. So let’s just take it slow and easy tonight.”

“You tempt me,” she said, kissing Pax and laying her hand over AJ’s, helping him caress her nipple. “I want to know everything about the two of you.”

Pax thrust. “You will. Plenty of time for that.”

She groaned and tilted her head back against AJ, turning so he could kiss her. “I never thought it could be this good.”

“It gets better,” AJ whispered against her mouth. “A lot better.”

Pax shuttled his hips, rocking against her clit, awakening her desire to fever pitch once again.

And it got better? “I’m not sure I’ll survive more than this.”

“You can take more than you think.” Pax tightened his grip on her leg, lifting her so they could both see where they were connected. He pulled out, then pushed in with more force this time. “You were made for us, Teresa.”

She believed it. The three of them fit perfectly in so many ways.

How could they take her to the limit so quickly again? She was so close, on the ragged edge and ready to take the leap. It was so good that tears pricked her eyes. This was all too much—too much pleasure, too much emotion. She wasn’t ready for all of it yet. But she couldn’t stop it any more than she could stop from cl**axing as Pax quickened his pace and began to drive his c**k harder inside her. Her orgasm came from deep within, and she held on to both her men as she rode out the wave that burst from every nerve ending and seemed to go on forever. Pax tightened against her, making eye contact with her as he went over the edge, and she’d never seen anything so amazing as this man when he came inside her. It was so raw, so true and brutally honest it shook her to her core. She wasn’t sure any man had ever let her see so deeply inside him. She wondered if Pax had even been aware of it, because he closed his eyes and pulled her against him while they both rode out the aftereffects.

She didn’t want to let go of this pleasure.

She didn’t want to let go of any of this.

But eventually they disengaged and AJ and Pax led her into the giant bathroom, where they all shared a shower. They soaped her up and washed her body tenderly, then rinsed and dried her off and helped her into bed.

She thought they’d leave her, but she was wrong. They fit her in the middle of her giant bed, and Pax climbed in on one side of her, AJ on the other. AJ turned off the lamp, and the three of them nestled together in the darkness of the room, the shades closed against the filtering gray light.

It was nearly dawn and Teresa was exhausted, yet sleep eluded her. She was nestled in bed with two men, and had just had sex for the first time since the rape. Really great sex, where the memories of that horrible act had been erased by something incredibly beautiful.

It had been a phenomenal night. Her entire life had just changed. Her mind was filled with possibilities and thoughts and what ifs.

She closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

FIFTEEN

TERESA WOKE TO PINPRICKS OF BRIGHT SUNLIGHT BREAKING through the shade as it fluttered back and forth from the overhead fan. She blinked and opened her eyes fully to see glimpses of a very bright day outside.

She tilted her head back to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

Noon. Wow. She was about to jump out of bed, but a steely arm imprisoned her. She skimmed the arm with her fingers, smiling as she recognized the hand.

Pax. She slid back under the covers and wriggled against him, backing into one sizeable erection.

“It’s part of the territory, darlin’,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck, planting kisses against her nape until she broke out in delicious goose bumps.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. Happens every morning I wake up against a beautiful ass like yours.”

“Huh. So you’re saying I’m not special?”

He smoothed his hand over the curve of her hip and slipped his shaft between her thighs. “Oh, I’d say you’re pretty damn special.”

Desire sparked hot as languid sleep faded instantly. She reached behind her to cup his neck. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

“Grab a condom and I will.”

She did and handed it to him. He had it on in a matter of seconds, the heat of his body once again flush against her back. He shifted her, aligning her pu**y so he could slip inside her with one careful thrust.

“You always wake up wet?”

“Only when a hot c**k like yours is pressed against my ass.”

“So you’re saying I’m not special?”

She laughed. “I’d say your c**k is very special to me right now.”

He kissed her back, sweeping her hair away to nibble at her neck, lightly biting her.

“Oh, I like that.” Tingles spread down her spine. She moaned as he thrust deeper and cupped her sex to rub her clit.

“What do you like? The biting or the rubbing?”

“Both.”

Desire flashed hot and fast as he moved within her, cupping one breast in his hand to play with her nipple. She reached down to rub her cl*tas he rocked inside her with a slow, easy rhythm that built the tension in a hurry. He knew just how and where to stroke to give her maximum pleasure. Caressing the throbbing bud only added to the need to go off. She tightened, holding still, feeling him thicken inside her as he took her right to the edge.

“I’m going to come, Teresa. Come with me.”

She increased the movements of her fingers over her clit. She was slick, wet, and she slid her fingers down to feel where they were joined.

“Ah, Christ. I like you touching me.” The sound of his voice, so husky with need, the way his c**k grew rigid as he thrust deep inside her, brought her cl**ax shuddering through her. Pax gripped her hip and tightened his hold on her, pushing into her with one hard thrust, then burying his face against her neck as he came.

Panting, he kissed her neck and shoulder.

After Teresa caught her breath, she said, “I like waking up like this.”

Pax drew her around to face him, planting one seriously hot kiss on her. “Me, too.”

She gazed up at eyes that a woman could spend all day admiring. “You keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get out of this bed.”

He grinned. “Is that a bad thing?”

“You two going to spend the entire day in bed? I’m hungry.”

Teresa’s head shot up to see AJ. “Where’ve you been?”

“While you two were sleeping like the dead, I took a ride down to Main Street to see what was going on.”

“Anything?” she asked, sitting up.

“No Fists, if that’s what you’re asking. Now, get up, Pax. I’m starving to death.”

Pax rolled over and got out of bed to head to the bathroom, shaking his head at AJ as he walked by. “What, are you incapable of fixing breakfast?”

AJ climbed onto the bed and kissed Teresa, drawing her against him. “You’re the chef,” he said to Pax. “I’m just the recipient of your masterpieces. I made coffee. Isn’t that good enough?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Pax said from the bathroom. He came out and leaned against the doorway. “I think I want eggs, bacon and pancakes this morning.” He looked over to the shades. “Or should I say, this afternoon. How do y’all feel about that?”

Teresa’s stomach growled. “I think I’m starving. I’ll get dressed and come help you.”

“Not if I convince her to stay in bed with me,” AJ said, drawing her head to his chest.

Pax laughed. “I’ll go start breakfast.”

He left the room and AJ rolled over on top of Teresa, kissing her until she lost her train of thought. Is this what it would be like to share a life with these men? One making love to her and then other taking his place?

As AJ worshipped her mouth with his lips and tongue, she thought that wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. She’d never felt so cared for.

“Come on,” he said, rolling off the bed and holding his hand out. “Time to get up and get something to eat.”

She let him help her up. “I’ll get dressed and meet you in the kitchen.”

AFTER BREAKFAST—OR BRUNCH—THEY ALL SAT OUTSIDE AND drank coffee. Teresa studied Pax and AJ, who seemed to always get along so well. She wondered how each of them felt about her being alone with the other. AJ hadn’t seemed surprised or upset to find her in bed with Pax this morning, and it had been quite obvious what the two of them had been doing. Yet AJ didn’t seem jealous.

She didn’t know whether she should be offended by that or relieved.

“Uh-oh,” Pax said.

“What?” AJ asked.

“She’s thinking. I can tell.”

“How can you tell?” Teresa asked.

Pax dipped his finger between her brows. “You get this little crinkle right here when you’re deep in thought.”

She’d dated a lot of guys in her lifetime and not one had ever noticed that. “Is that so?”

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