between her breasts as Cian filled her pussy. Meg wept as their dual
pleasure flooded her senses.
Cian fell to her other side with a happy laugh. He kissed her
thoroughly while Beck rubbed his seed on her skin.
“I knew you were a pervert.” Meg chuckled. She purred under his
hands.
He brought his cream-coated fingers to her lips. “You have no
idea, wife. Open and taste.”
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Meg complied with a smile. She had created a monster, but he
was her monster. And what a sexy monster he was.
* * * *
Twenty minutes later, Meg settled against Beck’s chest in the
soaking tub Susan Dellacourt had sent as a wedding gift. It was huge
and had to be kept behind the barn. Meg had to explain to the brothers
that it was called a hot tub on her plane, and they were usually kept
outside.
Of course, hot tubs in her world didn’t have small computers
inside that automatically pulled and purified water from the nearest
source and kept the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of
electricity. It didn’t matter, she thought happily as Beck’s arms
wound around her. It worked, and it was big enough for three. Cian
sat across from her. His toes played with hers.
“I told you she was perfect,” Cian said on a sigh as he let his head
fall back.
“Not quite perfect,” Beck replied. “She seems to think she gets to
call the shots.”
“What?” Meg’s question came out as a strangled shriek. She
strained to turn her head around so she could see him. He held her