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Marly’s side.
    Brock’s brow
lifted sardonically. Usually not a good sign. His gray/blue eyes were
glittering with lust, a hint of anger, and a possessive glitter that should be
curling Sarah’s toes.
    “Nothing to say,
sweetness?” Heather’s attention was caught by Sam’s sardonically voiced
question.
    Heather shrugged
lightly, fighting the grin that curled her lips. Hell, it wasn’t like he would
divorce her. Right?
    “Oh, I have plenty
to say, hotshot,” she murmured as she let her gaze heat and drift over his
body. He was one damned fine looking man, she thought. It never failed to amaze
her just how she had managed to gain this man’s love. “I’ve just been
practicing patience.”
    Sam grunted. It
seemed he wasn’t buying that one.
    “You ladies ready
to state your demands yet?” Cade asked them, his voice hard, his gaze hot as he
watched his wife. “The game is getting old.”
    “Says who?” Marly
was definitely fired up now.
    Sexual tension
thickened in the room, making Heather shiver with the anticipation of what was
to come. They had all settled rather well into married life. The sex was great,
but the past year or so had been lacking in some of the kinkier aspects of
sexual play between herself and Sam. She realized now that it wasn’t just
something she had missed; it was something that had begun to fill her with a
fear she had refused to acknowledge. The fear that Sam was growing bored with
her. That he no longer needed her as he had before.
    That revelation
caused her chest to tighten painfully. They did have, to an extent, exactly
what they had been fighting for and they had been too frightened of the changes
in their lives to see it.
    “Says me, Marly.”
Cade moved into the room, advancing slowly on his wife as she became
increasingly more nervous. “You should have known the game came with a price,
baby.”
    Heather glanced at
the other woman. Her eyes had widened in surprise. Punishment had normally been
the exquisitely sensual torture of the three men driving her insane with
pleasure. Heather frowned. Surely the men didn’t think they were going to
resume the sharing to placate their tender feelings? After more than a year of
shying away from it, Heather wasn’t about to allow it.
    She stepped in
front of Marly, surprising them all.
    Cade stopped. His
brows lowered ominously. He intimidated the hell out of her, but she wasn’t
about to let him know it.
    “No sharing.” She
was tired of the game herself. Her gaze went to Sam, desperation welling up
inside her as she met his hard gaze. “I mean it, Sam. No more.”
    “Are you saying
you didn’t enjoy it, Heather?” Cade asked softly, his voice suspiciously bland.
    Fear, pain, and
not a little regret rose inside her. “You know we all did,” she snapped
furiously. “But enough is enough, Cade August. It’s finished.”
    “It was finished
over a year ago. You ladies were just too damned stubborn and determined to
have it your way to notice it.” A spark of hurt, of anger, tinged his voice.
    “You didn’t say
anything,” Heather argued forcibly. Hell, how were they supposed to know? They
were avoiding the men during that time as much as possible.
    “Say anything?”
Brock snapped. “Damn. Why would we? We weren’t trying to fuck you, Heather.
That should have been enough.”
    Exasperation laced
his voice but filled all their expressions.
    “Well, excuse me
for not noticing you weren’t getting hard-ons for all of us.” Heather threw her
hands up helplessly at that point. They were men. Dammit. She knew better than
to argue with one of them. “It’s not as though you informed us of this bright
idea at the time.”
    “Sam.” Cade’s
voice was carefully controlled now. “Would you come collect your wife so I can
drag mine from behind her? Might be a good time to prove you don’t need help
handling her.”
    Sam’s throttled
laughter had anger surging hard inside her. She clenched her fists, braced her
body. She