Before she could even catch her breath, Logan was gone. Roughly pulling off his condom and grabbing another.
Her breathing under control, Quinn sucked Ty's lower lip into her mouth and nibbled. It was full and luscious and tasted just like Ty.
Yes, she was getting to know his taste. His scent. The texture of his skin, the way the tone of his skin changed. Darker around his joints, slightly lighter around the curves of his muscles. Dark nipples…
And a deep purplish cock that Logan was guiding toward her still-wet, still-ready pussy. He had taken the time to roll the fresh condom on his lover, and with one hand on Quinn's hip and one on Ty's cock, he brought them together like a puzzle. Fitting one piece into the other. Only these pieces didn't fit quite so perfectly. One was too big to fit the other. But it worked just the same.
Ah.
Ty watched her intently. Quinn didn't break his gaze as he lifted his hips and slid in and out of her, filling her until she couldn't be filled any more. Stretching her until there was no more room.
What should have been painful wasn't. It was—
Right.
Quinn pushed herself back into a sitting position, taking as much as she could of her dark lover. Wishing she could take more. Take all of him. Her pale hands against the darkness of his skin were a startling contrast, catching her attention for a moment until she heard Logan's voice.
“Are you curious about mine too?”
His?
Of course.
She let out a breathless “yes.”
Logan moved behind her, pushing Ty's knees back, spreading the other man's legs, causing Quinn to almost lose her balance.
Ty grabbed her arms and held tight, keeping her still while he took Logan's lead: pulling his legs back, exposing both of them to Logan. Giving the other man complete access to do whatever he wanted. To her. To him.
To them.
Logan's chest pressed against Quinn's back as he reached around her to cup her breasts, to pick up where Ty had left off. Pinching and twisting her nipples until she squirmed and cried out.
“The tribal band was my first tattoo. My wife wanted me to get it.”
Wife.
Quinn wanted to question, but she couldn't. Her mind was spinning, with Ty's cock buried deep within her, his balls pushing against her anus, Logan's fingers teasing and playing along her nipples, the curve of her breasts.
“The coral snake…”
Logan's teeth grazed along the sensitive skin of her neck, along her jugular. He nipped the length of her jaw.
“I did to piss her off. She was afraid of snakes and had told me no…”
Logan pushed his chest harder against her, and she felt Ty jerk beneath her as Logan entered him in one thrust.
Ty's fingers dug into Quinn's wrists, and Logan let out a hissing breath against her ear.
“The nipple ring…”
Logan grunted as he thrust hard again. Ty threw his head back, a long, low groan escaping him. His chest heaved, his cock lifting, trying to go deeper into Quinn.
She cried out and ground against him.
“Well, the nipple ring…” Logan grunted again, his lower belly slapping against the small of Quinn's back. “That was what broke the camel's back.”
Camel?
Quinn was losing the point of this one-sided conversation. She didn't want to think so hard. She only wanted to feel.
With one hand still on her breast, Logan wrapped the other around her waist and began a rhythm for the both of them: Quinn riding Ty's cock and Logan taking Ty's ass. Logan moved his hips, bringing Quinn along for the ride.
Ty closed his eyes, his lips parted, and let her wrists go before he bruised or broke them.
“Holy fuck, Lo—”
Logan continued his assault on Ty's ass, plunging deep and hard, never pausing, causing Ty to buck against him, to buck against Quinn.
She fell forward, capturing his nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, raking her teeth across the small, stiff tip.
“Jesus, I'm going… Ah fuck!”
He thrust upward and tensed, his cock jerking within her. She tensed also as she felt the ripples within her begin, holding Ty like a fist, milking him of his hot seed.
She collapsed on Ty's chest bonelessly until Logan smacked her ass lightly. He gripped her, pushing his fingers deep into the flesh of her hips, and he pumped. Even though he pumped into Ty's hole, it was almost as if he were fucking her from behind. She watched him over her shoulder with unfettered interest. His long hair partially covered his face, but she could see him tightening, his jaw, his neck, his chest muscles. His buttocks clenched and unclenched with each draw of his hips until he just stopped.
He squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, and Quinn could imagine Logan's hot cum filling Ty's canal. One lover filling another.
Then it was over. Silence. Stillness.
They were still connected. Pieced together. No one wanting to move…
No one wanting to be the first to break their closeness.
Chapter Ten
Quinn shut the door of her town house with her foot, her arms full of groceries.
Silence greeted her. The house was quiet and empty.
Lonely.
She moved toward the back of her two-story townhome to the small kitchen, where she sat the brown paper bags stuffed full of necessities on the tiny kitchen island.
The kitchen at the farm was at least three times the size of hers. She didn't even have room for a table. Since she'd been home, she hadn't felt like cooking anyway.
She felt empty deep down in the pit of her stomach. Like something was missing.
Ignoring the groceries, she moved to the sliding-glass door, which led out to a small deck. A deck the size of a postage stamp that looked out to the back side of someone else's town house. No fields of grass here. No wide-open spaces.
No Logan. No Ty.
She already missed the boys. And it was only Monday.
She had left the farm Sunday night after they cooked up an unbelievable dinner. She had watched in amazement as they moved around the kitchen, snapping towels at each other, joking around, occasionally brushing against each other and pretending it was accidental.
After dinner, they had sat around the table, and the conversation had gotten serious.
Logan had asked her to stay. At least for a while.
She told him no. She had a job. A family. But really, it wasn't a good excuse.
The truth was that she worried what people would say. What people would think. Her coworkers, her friends? Her family? Argh.
She had to weigh her options. Was enjoying two men worth the price of possible censure? Before her weekend out on the farm, she would have said no. Now…
She couldn't say.
She had to remind herself she was a practical person. She was a financial analyst, for God's sake. Sleeping with two men wasn't practical. Especially when it was at the same time.
Logan finally let her leave with a parting suggestion: “Think about it.”
She had been thinking about it. Nonstop. At work. And definitely at home, when she was at her loneliest.
One weekend. Two men. And she felt…she felt something had changed inside of her. Something that would never go back to normal.
Normal.
Crap. What was normal? A relationship with Peter? Hardly.
Her cell phone vibrated across the kitchen counter, making her jump. It was probably Lana. Or Paula.
She picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Logan. Damn, how had he known she was thinking of him? Of Ty?
She flipped it open.
Before she could even say hello, he started talking. “Quinn. I miss you.”
Quinn moved out of the kitchen and into the adjoining living room. She sank into the leather recliner she loved, and tucked her feet under her legs.
“You miss me. Does Ty?”
“Ty's right here. He misses you too.”
“It was fun…”
> “Was that all?”
Was it? No.
But before that reception two weekends ago, she had sworn off men. She had needed another man in her life like a hole in the head. And now? Now she was going to get involved with two?
She was crazy.
Okay. Maybe she needed men. For certain functions. But she didn't need a relationship.
“It was a stupid dare…”
“You're fooling yourself. It had nothing to do with the dare. You didn't have to come back last weekend, but you did.”
Quinn couldn't disagree with what he was saying. She gripped the phone tighter.
“Do you regret it?”
“You know I don't.”
“So come back.” She could hear Ty in the background but couldn't make out his words. “Come back for the weekend.”
“I don't know…”
“What's one more weekend?”
“I have plans.” It was true, but stretching it.
“For the whole weekend?”
Quinn silently cursed. She should have known Logan wasn't going to back down, take a simple answer, and leave it at that.
“I promised my parents I'd meet them for dinner.”
He was a dominant. He was going to press until he got the answers he wanted. “When?”
“Sunday.”
He was in control. “So meet them. Leave Sunday morning after breakfast.”
She couldn't argue with that.
He knew what he wanted, when he wanted it, and how to get it. And that knowledge made her toes curl and her blood rush through her veins.
His voice got low, forceful. “We dare you.”
In the end, she agreed. She accepted their dare.
* * *
The anticipation of waiting four more days was killing her.
She was restless at work on Tuesday, and Paula and Lana showed up unexpectedly at her office on Wednesday. They plopped themselves in the chairs that sat across from her desk and dumped greasy bags of food on her formerly clean desktop.
“Fried chicken from Charlie's Chicken Shack,” Lana crowed, propping her feet on Quinn's desk.
“Your favorite.”
Quinn didn't agree. It was Paula's favorite, not hers. But it did smell good.
Paula started digging through the bags, dragging out cheap plastic utensils and a wad of napkins, scattering food and crumbs and plasticware all over her desk.
Quinn grimaced and squirmed in her chair. Not only didn't she like someone messing up her personal space, but her ass was still sore from last weekend's extracurricular activities.
She half listened to the girls chatter away about stuff that wasn't really important, but they were her friends, and she loved them. So she tried to pay attention.
“Where were you Saturday? I called your cell. And left a message. Which you didn't return, by the way.”
Quinn waved a hand carelessly. She glanced at Lana quickly, then away to papers on her desk, shuffling them around. “I, uh…”
Crap. She had never been good at making excuses on the fly.
“I forgot to charge my phone.”
Lame. So lame. But Lana didn't question it, because Paula was on to the next topic.
“What are your plans this weekend?”
Quinn's computer dinged, and she pulled up her in-box.
Distracted, she answered, “Parents.”
An e-mail from Ty.
She had already said yes. Did they really think she needed more convincing?
Paula crumpled up one of the brown bags and tossed it into Quinn's wastebasket. Quinn gritted her teeth. Just what she wanted: her office to smell like fried chicken for the rest of the day.
“You're going to your parents' house for the weekend?”
The subject of the e-mail was IMPORTANT and had a red exclamation point next to it. Crap, maybe something was wrong with Logan or Ty.
“Uh…yep.”
Lana cut into her thoughts. “Unreachable last weekend, gone this one. I think she has a secret lover.”
Both of the girls looked at each other and laughed. Quinn's eyebrows pinned together. They didn't think she could have a lover? She was tempted to tell them but knew better. She didn't want that can of worms opened. That would mean spending the rest of the night dodging questions. They would want all the details. Details she wasn't willing to spill.
Lana snorted. “Quinn, you don't even like your parents. Why would you go out there for the weekend?”
“Hey, I like my parents!”
“Yeah, all you do is bitch about how controlling they are—”
“How snobby—” Paula chimed in.
Lana made a face. “How highbrow. Should we go on?”
They forgot judgmental.
“I'm trying to make amends.”
Lana and Paula looked at each other and laughed. Again.
Jeez, the girls weren't giving her a break today. But then, they knew her. Too well. Crap. E-mail. E-mail. She turned her attention back to her computer.
She double-clicked, and when she did, a photo popped up in the body of the message. Two naked males stood in an embrace kissing, hands caressing each other's erections. The photo cut off just above their mouths, so she couldn't see their faces. But she recognized the muscular bodies, the beautiful colors of the coral snake wrapped around Logan's hips, his nipple ring, the deep dark coloring of Ty's skin and his recognizable tattoos. Under the photo it said, Something to get you over hump day.
Her breath caught as she studied the photo again. She wanted to be there. She wanted to jump into her computer screen and be instantly there, touching them. Exploring them. Being caressed and held by them.
“What's the matter, Quinn?”
She moved the cursor away from the Delete button and just minimized the screen instead. She wanted to look at the picture again later. When she was alone.
“Nothing. Just some Nigerian scam e-mail.”
She crossed her legs under her desk and squeezed her thighs together.
That's it. She was calling the boys, taking a personal day on Friday, and heading out early.
Chapter Eleven
It was like déjà vu. Another Friday and another drive down the long, dusty stone lane to Logan and Ty's farm.
And Quinn was just as anxious this time as she had been the last.
Looking for a song that would calm her nerves, she switched back and forth from one radio station to another. She finally settled on a classic-rock station. When she lifted her eyes back to the lane, she let out a gasp and slammed her foot on the brake pedal. The Infiniti's ABS brakes brought the car to a grinding halt on the stones, a cloud of dust rising around it.
In the cloud sat a four-wheel all-terrain vehicle, parked diagonally in the lane. Blocking her path.
On the ATV sat a figure dressed all in black from head to toe: mask, long-sleeved shirt, gloves, cargo pants, and combat-style boots.
Thoughts spun in her head. Words like highwayman, robber, hijacker. Sinister. And a split second later she had another ridiculous thought: it was too hot out to be dressed like that.
Quinn gripped the steering wheel, unable to move. She just stared at the man, unable to look away. Her heart pounded in her chest as he lifted a hand and pointed at her. Her breath caught in her throat.
“What…the hell?”
Whoever it was, whatever game he was playing, whatever his intentions were…she needed to get out of there.
Pronto.
Her hand went to the shifter, ready to shove it into reverse, when a dark figure was at her door, ripping it open and pulling her out, while the first one came through the passenger side.
She should have locked her fucking doors!
The second person slammed her vehicle into park and unhooked her seat belt as the first dragged her out of the driver's seat. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them together behind her back.
Quinn screamed and kicked out with her heels, aiming for shins and higher. She was quickly blind
folded and gagged, her hands bound behind her with a soft rope. She was thrown onto her stomach and, from what she could tell, onto the backseat of her own car.
The attackers never said a word as they bound her ankles to stop her from kicking.
She gasped for breath, the gag making her panic. She forced herself to breathe out of her nose. Slow, steady. Until she heard the car door slam and felt the vehicle move forward. She held her breath, trying to see if she could tell if they continued down the lane or turned around. But between being frightened and blindfolded, her sense of direction was skewed.
She had no idea where they were taking her. She had no idea who they were.
She was fucked.
Quinn attempted to rub the blindfold off with her shoulder. She failed. She was able to push it up a little, but not enough to be able to see anything other than a splinter of light.
The car bounced underneath her, and even through the blood rushing in her ears, she heard the stones pinging off the bottom of her car. And suddenly her body was thrown forward and came to rest against the back of the bench seat. She let out a muffled “oof” around the awful-tasting cloth in her mouth.
She heard the whine of the ATV as it approached the stopped vehicle, and within seconds both back doors of her car were opened and hands were grabbing at her, pulling and tugging.
Above the sound of feet scrambling on stones, she heard an angel.
Magnum.
The dog circled them, barking excitedly. His deep shepherd bark was unmistakable. She was saved.
She heard a deep grunt to her right as the kidnapper grabbed her elbow.
She heard a squeal, Magnum crying out in pain.
“Shit! Magnum! Get out of the way!”
Logan. It was Logan's voice to her right.
“Get that dog out from underfoot.”
She wanted to ask what was happening. What was going on? But the cotton in her mouth had sucked all the saliva from her mouth. Even if they removed it, she wasn't sure she would be able speak.
She heard a sharp whistle somewhere in front of her and the dog scrambling up the stairs. She could picture exactly where she was now.
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