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“I’ve got to get back to the ranch—”

“What about you?” she asked, glancing down at the way my dick made my jeans tight.

“I’ll get in you later, don’t you worry. You leave that pretty plug in until Colton gets here, you hear?”

“You think he’ll come?” she asked, licking her lips.

I grinned. He’d texted me within five minutes of receiving the sexy text and had told me he was on his way in town to spank her ass, then fuck her. Or spank her while he was fucking her. I wasn’t quite sure which. He wouldn’t be long now, I was sure. It was time for him to have a little fun with our girl. “Oh, he’ll come all right. Buried in that pussy. I have no doubt he’ll leave that plug in when he does it.”

7

AVA

* * *

“You did what?” Kaitlyn asked, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

We were in her kitchen, in the house she shared with Duke and Jed. Scents of lasagna and garlic bread made me hungry.

I bit my lower lip. She’d heard me. I didn’t need to repeat it. Even now, I flushed at how bold I’d been. It wasn’t like I’d ever done something like that before. Maybe I should have started with a photo of my cleavage, or maybe just my boobs. But no. I’d felt their cum slip from me all morning while I’d been working and my mind kept turning to them. To what we’d done last night.

They’d made me so hot and horny and eager for them that I’d thought turnabout was fair play. I’d wanted to tempt them, get them all riled up just as I’d been. So I’d taken a racy photo. Sent it.

I went to the granite peninsula and peeked into the other room where the men were settled on the couches in front of an early season football game. They had beers, were kicked back and content until it was time to eat.

We weren’t the little women resigned to the kitchen. No, Kaitlyn had been settled on Jed’s lap but I’d pulled her out of the room under the pretense of checking the lasagna.

Taking hold of my wrist, she dragged me down the hall into the bathroom. She shut the door, leaned back against it with no escape for me.

She curled her fingers at me in a gimme gesture.

“What?”

She arched a dark brow.

“You want to see?” I flushed hotly. “No way! It’s a picture of my… of my, um… downstairs.”

She wilted, pouted. “Oh, yeah. No, I guess I don’t want to see. But, god, Ava. That’s… wow. I bet the guys found it hot.”

I grinned. Kaitlyn didn’t need to know everything. I had no intention of telling her what Tucker had done to me. My bottom clenched around the plug, which was still seated there. I’d barely been able to think about work after Tucker had left. I’d never had such a daring, wild sexual encounter before. I’d fiddled a pencil and played with paper clips daydreaming. Reliving. Imagining what he’d think of next. And that was all before Colton had burst through the door, his dick like a thick pipe down his thigh. He’d put out the Closed sign, locked the door and dragged me into the back room because he’d seen the picture I’d initially sent, then the ones Tucker had taken. He’d fucked me, just as Tucker had said he would, from behind so he could see the jeweled plug as he did so.

“They did. And I have a feeling they’re not done with me.”

“I don’t think I could get up enough nerve to do what you did.”

“You’re sleeping with two men, sweetie. You’re not a prude.”

She laughed, pushed her glasses up her nose. “I know, but what you did is just soooo…”

“Slutty?” I whispered. I needed a girlfriend’s perspective on what was going on with Colton and Tucker, and she was the one who wouldn’t judge for being with two men. Who’d understand the best. Who probably knew what it was like to walk around most of the day without any panties and a plug in her bottom.

She shook her dark hair, which hung long down her back. She’d used to wear it in a sleek, tight bun, but it seemed her men liked it undone and so she kept it that way to please them. I found it sweet. “No, not slutty. Doing hot and sexy things between consulting adults—whether it’s two or three—is not slutty. If that’s what you three like, then go for it. The stuff I do with Jed and Duke proves I’m not a prude.”

I grinned, having a pretty good idea of what they get up to. “You go, girl.”

We fist bumped.

“I was going to say wild,” she added.


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