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remembered how.”
    “And was it good?”
    “She wasn’t you, but it was sweet. When we had her, there wasn’t any tension between us. We functioned like a team. Like brothers.”
    “It’s wrong, Ezra.”
    “You ready to choose one of us? To say you don’t still desire all three of us? Can you say truthfully that you aren’t dyin’ to know what we have in store for you?”
    Chrissi shook her head, but she was lying to herself. As always, Ezra Kinzie had her number. “I hate you…but I’ll do this. I’ll be with you and your brothers. But come Sunday, I’m out of all your lives for good, and you’ll stop stalkin’ me.”
    His dark brow arched. “You think we stalked you?”
    “You checked up on me. Drivin’ by the house…”
    He grunted. “To make sure you were safe.”
    “Givin’ the stink-eye to men when they asked me to dance at Shooters…”
    “Because they wanted only one thing from you. You’re better than that.”
    Blood suffused her face, heating it, making her head feel ready to explode. “You only want one thing,” she railed, smacking his shoulders with her hands. “I’m a whore. I fucked all of you and gloried in it. Anyone could have seen us, and I’d have been ruined.”
    Ezra’s jaw hardened, and he grabbed her wrists to stop her. “We didn’t plan it that way. It just happened. But we were careful to make sure no one knew.”
    “Bo Crenshaw knew. He kissed me.”
    “Only because you were still being a smartass, liftin’ that chin. You dared me into havin’ him do it.”
    “But you sent him to keep watch. With his back to us. He heard everything.”
    “He wasn’t into you, sweetheart. He’s had his eye on another girl since they were kids.”
    “Would you have let him have me if he had been… into me ?”
    Ezra’s jaw ground shut.
    “Did that question confuse you, cowboy? Would you have let him have me too?”
    “It wouldn’t have mattered,” he muttered, letting go of her hands and thrusting his arms under her thighs again.
    “Why?” she asked, rising on her elbows. “Because I’m just some who—”
    “I told you not to say that word again.” He pulled back and lunged his hips forward, harshly, driving the breath from her in a sharp gust. Then he continued to pound fast, building friction, the tension in his body bulking out his shoulders and arms.
    Chrissi fell back and gripped the sides of the chaise for dear life. She’d struck a nerve. He was angry. Not that she minded, because now he was mad enough to forget about punishing or interrogating her.
    It was all about his dick now, and he wasn’t stopping. Not for her, not for anyone.
    With her knees drawn high, her chest restricted, she panted like a dog, unable to move. But he was stroking the right spots. Grazing her giddy-up spot, scraping her clit.
    Soon, she was thrashing her head, murmuring, pleading—that he not stop, that it was too much…that she was going to explode…
    And then she did, her body bucking beneath him as he hammered harder, his face an alarming shade of red, his lips peeled away from this teeth.
    God, he looked feral, primitive—everything she’d loved most about fucking him.
    “Yes, yes… Oh fuck !” She came—lights exploding behind her eyelids, her body racked with shudders, her pussy convulsing, squeezing hard around him.
    He slowed. His mouth opened around a deep groan. He moved once, twice more, then pushed himself deep and held. With the first spurt of hot come, he shouted and pounded in short, spasmodic jerks, shoving the chaise with the strength of his uneven thrusts. Finally, he slowed and collapsed over her, his weight squeezing the breath out of her.
    When he slipped his arms from under her knees, she wrapped herself tightly around him and buried her head against his neck.
    “You cryin’, sweetheart?”
    A silent sob racked her and she nuzzled closer. “I won’t ever cry over you, Ezra Kinzie. Not ever again.”

Chapter Four
    Chrissi groaned and slid her