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she leaned into Thatch and caught his lips in a kiss, slow, careful, and testing. But all of that melted away quickly as his tongue pushed into her mouth and Tex’s hands shifted her hips to the side slightly, so he could slip up against her tightly and brush her long hair aside to kiss her neck.
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” Tex asked, his hot breath on her skin driving her wild.
    “Yes,” she said immediately, half-mumbling it into Thatch’s mouth. “This day has been complete shit. I want something good to remember from it.”
    She meant those words completely. Still reeling from what had happened, Madeline knew she was not in the right state of mind to make any lasting decisions. But Tex and Thatch had already made it abundantly clear that she would likely never meet them again and that was fine with her. Never the one to do anything she hadn’t carefully considered or planned, going for what she wanted now felt like complete lunacy. And it was so, so delicious.
    This was something she could control. Something she could want and demand for on her own terms, not driven by someone else’s needs or plots. There were no dangerous men in black, sneering at her and threatening to blow her head off. There was nothing to run from. Right then and there, Madeline could call all the shots and make the decisions for her and the two excruciatingly hot men she had the good fortune of sharing the couch with. Her future looked uncertain at best, but this? This she could handle. This she could enjoy.
    She felt a slight tug at her hair, gentle enough for the time being, and she pulled herself away from Thatch. Tex’s mouth found hers immediately after, his kiss more forceful, his hunger more clearly defined and ready. Madeline moaned into his mouth as she felt Thatch’s hands slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders and reveal the tops of her breasts, still contained in the cream bra she was wearing.
    She sucked in a quick breath, the taste of it mingled with Tex’s peppermint-and-chocolate mouth, as Thatch kissed her chest and kept going down lower, one hand snaking between her legs. Madeline had barely gotten used to the feeling of Thatch’s rough hand sneaking along her inner thigh when Tex’s hand joined his, leaving blazing hot trails along both her thighs, getting closer and closer to her aching pussy. She was already wet as hell, whimpering a little as Tex kissed her with urgency, his teeth grazing at her lower lip, his hands coiled in her hair.
    They were both assertive and so, so strong. Tex seemed wilder, less tamed, while Thatch had that tightly wound power about him that made people gravitate to a leader. Either one of them alone could take her breath away, but two together? She was dizzy with excitement and squirming with each touch, wanting more.
    Her hands reached for Thatch’s shirt, pulling at it, and he complied easily, ripping it off and making a few buttons pop. Madeline hadn’t even noticed that the white dress shirt was mottled with trickles of blood that weren’t his, and her dress was much the same, the splatter from Devs’ death having marred it. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than getting closer to Tex and Thatch.
    Tex undid her bra with seasoned ease and before she knew it, it was on the floor, on top of Tex’s shirt. Strong hands lifted her into Thatch’s lap and automatically her hands went for his belt, undoing it with ravenous speed as she kissed him again and again, pockmarking his face with desperate pecks as his hands discovered her body. Tex took his shirt off and Madeline sighed with relief as she heard the telltale sound of a belt being undone and a zipper closely following.
    When she blinked the lustful haze out of her eyes, she was treated to a sight so spectacular that she would have thought she must have been dreaming had it been any other day. Tex was standing next to the couch, his pants shucked off, his hard, jutting cock in his hand. Both of