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“Let us take you home, instead. Please.”
One look into the pleading eyes and her bones, and resistance, melted like water. Her belly clenched and her body thrummed with the need to be held, to be fucked, by this man—these men. With her last remaining brain cell, she said, “How do I know you’re not a couple of ax murderers?”
Morgan pulled his billfold out of his pocket and wrote on the back of his business card. Handing it to her, he said, “That’s my sister’s number. She’ll vouch for me.”
“Uh-huh.” Xonra keyed in the number, then turned her back on the men so their delicious figures wouldn’t cloud her brain any further. When the call was answered, she dragged every inch of professionalism she could muster and put it in her voice. “This is Xonra Gibson, Vice President of Advertising for HR Resources Ltd. I was given this number to call for a character reference for Morgan McLean.”
“Morgan gave you my number? Well, hell, he must be drunk or in real trouble. He’s my baby brother. He’s a good brother and an excellent uncle to my kids. Um, apart from when he broke my doll’s arm off the year I was five and he was four, I don’t recall him doing anything bad. But I guess that’s not what you want to know. He’s a civic designer for CityPlan. It’s a really good job. He works hard, and has a steady partner. Has he done something wrong? Should I send Jack down to bail him out or something?”
Blocking out the concern in the woman’s voice, and ignoring her question, Xonra asked, “So you’d vouch for his character?”
“Of course. Is he all right? Should I go to him?”
Xonra now felt really guilty at upsetting the woman. So she answered soothingly, “He’s fine. He and his partner asked me out. I just wanted to be sure they weren’t a pair of ax murderers.”
“He doesn’t even watch that kind of movie. Are you sure he’s okay?”
“I’m sorry I worried you. But I needed to be sure before I answered them.”
“Morgan and Glenn asked you out? Oh, wonderful. Wait ’til I tell Jack that. You will say yes?”
“Possibly. Thank you for your help. I’m sorry I worried you.”
“Not a problem, honey. We girls have to look out for ourselves these days. There are plenty of nutters around. But my baby brother isn’t one of them.”
Thanking her once again, Xonra clicked off her cell and turned back around to the men.
“Jayne will be calling you inside ten seconds,” predicted Glenn.
At that precise moment, Morgan’s cell phone rang. All three of them laughed as Morgan answered.
Glenn took Xonra’s arm. “Let’s start walking to our car. I presume you are coming with us?”
* * * *
Glenn fought his dick the entire time he sat pressed against the sexy woman at MaryAnne’s memorial service. The fucking chairs were pushed so tightly together, he had no room to move at all. Leaving his thigh touching hers, while incredibly carnal, caused a highly embarrassing tent in his pants. He had to keep his hands on his lap and the program open over his dick to hide his reaction. He hadn’t fallen so deep into lust so fast since he was a teenager.
But one quick glance at Morgan told him his partner was just as interested in the woman at the end of the row as he was. Although they were exclusive partners to each other, they did enjoy sharing a woman. The contrasts were a total aphrodisiac. Male hardness and female softness. Women approached problems from a different angle and even though they might arrive at an identical solution, Glenn liked following the different thought processes. A woman enhanced his relationship with his man.
Which was all moot, anyway. His cock wanted this woman and wouldn’t be denied. He was thrown off his plans when she refused to have coffee with them, but when she said she’d parked nearby, he was sure her car would be clamped. She’d arrived only just before the memorial service started. She couldn’t possibly have found one of the very rare legal parking spaces. Now, at least he and Morgan could help her and get to know her better.
Glenn took them to a tiny café he knew where the food was superb and the atmosphere friendly. When Xonra was laughing at his story of learning to swim in the small lake on his grandparents’ property, he caught a glimpse of Morgan beckoning the manager over and ordering food. That was a damn smooth move. The food would arrive before she had an opportunity to say no.
He was right. She was talking about a childhood encounter with a wasps’ nest when the food arrived at their table, and they all began eating almost without noticing it. But the best part was later on when they took turns dancing together. With those fuck-me shoes on, she was the perfect height to hold as they danced. He was only a fraction over six feet, but he hated dancing with a woman when all he could see was the top of her head. Xonra fit perfectly in his arms and he could stare into her eyes as he pressed her soft body against his.
He longed to hold her even closer, to feel her breasts and let her feel the hard ridge of his dick, but he wasn’t stupid. He could wait for that. The evening, thus far, had been amazing. Much better than he’d dared to hope. Now all he wished for was negotiating her into their bed. That would be absolutely perfect.
* * * *
Xonra was never quite sure how it happened, but coffee stretched into supper, which was followed by dancing, and later that night she found herself standing in their bedroom, being kissed witless.
How can I be doing this when I hadn’t even met them twenty-four hours ago? Okay, so instead of being a slut at twenty, I’m turning into one now. But hell, it feels so good.
Xonra leaned into the kiss, letting Morgan’s tongue trace around her lips, slide inside, and tangle with hers. His hands were on her ass, pressing her tight against a very impressive erection. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, and rubbing them against his chest felt very good.
Her brain must have gone on vacation because it certainly had nothing to do with her hands unbuttoning his shirt and sliding inside to rest against his chest. His hard, muscled chest. With just the faintest down of blond hair, a shade lighter than the hair on his head. He smelled so nice. A masculine, spicy sort of scent. Delicious. His heart was thumping against her palm and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Them.
Oh yeah, them. Glenn leaned against her back, his body one long line of muscles pressing into her with his cock nestled between the cheeks of her butt. Damn, that feels good. It’d been a long time since she’d had anal sex, but if that’s what he—they—wanted, she was ready for it. More than ready. Her sex life had been pathetic for years now. It was little more than a series of snatched liaisons between the pressures of her career, with no time to develop a proper relationship. She and her dildo, “the jolly green giant”, had been a lonely team for months and months, so she was certain even one night of red-hot sex with these two would give her plenty of happy memories.
