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cursed, and she could feel his cock pulsating inside her, his hips moving uncontrollably as he came as hard as she did.
    He stilled while she had some aftertremors. She felt weak and boneless. Her muscles were loose, and she didn't know if she could even stand by herself.
    But that could wait. She was still full of Logan; he was deep inside her yet, and she wanted to take pleasure in the moment.
    She had just had the best sex in her life, and it was all because of a stupid dare.
    A laugh bubbled out of her as Logan slipped out of her and stepped back. He untangled the shirt from her arms gently and pulled her to her feet. The blood rushed to her freed limbs, and she groaned with the relief and the little bit of pain.
    Logan turned her to face him with a look of concern on his face. “Are you all right?”
    Rubbing her arms to bring back the circulation, Quinn smiled up at him. Couldn't he tell that she'd just had the best sex of her life? “Never better.”
    He returned the smile and, with his index finger, tipped her chin up toward him. “Good.”
    He leaned down and kissed her, giving her what she had wanted earlier but had been unable to get. His mouth slanted across her lips, and his tongue brushed against hers softly. She was disappointed when he ended the kiss, but he made up for it when he enfolded her in his arms and pressed her naked body against his. His cock was still large, but softer than what it had been, pressing against her hip; her nipples brushed against the light fur on his chest.
    She usually felt self-conscious naked. But not now. With this man, it just felt right.
    He laid a whiskered cheek on the top of her head and after a few moments said, “We need to stretch you out.”
    It took a moment for Quinn to process what he had said. But she didn't get it. Yes, she had been tight, but he had fit just fine. Perfectly fine.
    “For what?”
    An unfamiliar deep voice came from behind her. “I guess I missed breakfast.”
    “For him,” Logan answered her, tilting his head toward the kitchen entranceway.
    Quinn tensed in Logan's arms and tried to pull away, embarrassed to be caught naked in front of another man. He wouldn't release her but turned the both of them until she could see the owner of the silky voice.
    He was dark, his skin the color of baking chocolate. Dark enough that from the distance between them, it was hard to differentiate his facial features, but she could tell he had dark eyes and a very white smile.
    Those dark eyes surveyed the two of them, and the smile got even bigger.
    “Wow. I didn't expect you to bring home a wedding gift.”
    As he stepped closer, Quinn clung to Logan like he was a blanket, trying to keep the important stuff covered. But it was useless. Logan peeled her off and stepped away, his nakedness in front of the other man not seeming to bother him a bit. He held on to her hand, forcing her to face the new arrival.
    “Ty, this is Quinn…” He looked at Quinn with a disconcerted expression. “I'm sorry. I don't know your last name.”
    “Preston.” This was bizarre—being introduced to another man when she was totally naked. She glanced around for the T-shirt.
    “Preston,” Logan repeated. “Quinn, this is Tyson White. My…roommate.”
    The way he said roommate made her lift her eyes from her search.
    Ty took another step closer and gave Quinn the once-over. “She's spectacular.”
    Since he had moved closer, Quinn could see Ty's eyes were definitely a dark brown, almost black. His scalp was shaved smooth, showing off a beautifully shaped head. He had a small gold hoop earring in each ear, which were nice complements to the rich shade of his skin. His nose was broad and his lips full. His shoulders looked even broader in the tight black T-shirt than Logan's did. And he was taller too. By an inch or so.
    He was a very big man. And Quinn realized that was the least of her worries. She needed to cover up.
    She spied the discarded T-shirt thrown over one of the