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chairs pushed away from the table. She started for it when Ty reached out and grabbed her elbow.
    “Hold on. Let me see you.”
    His grasp was light, but when Quinn tried to pull away, he tightened his fingers.
    Logan came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, putting his lips to her ear. “Shhh. It's okay. He's not going to hurt you.”
    Quinn's heart was pounding, and she was getting into a fight-or-flight mode when Ty ran a thumb over her jawline. He ran one of his long fingers over her parted lips, her rapid breath fluttering against the backs of his knuckles.
    He gave her a soothing smile and said, “Beautiful.”
    His fingers continued a path down her neck, along her shoulders, and lightly traced along the undersides of her breasts. Quinn's nipples peaked again between the pressure of Logan's soft but still-heavy cock against her backside and Ty's fingers brushing over her rib cage. Ty lingered a bit before trailing them down her belly to her damp curls and the evidence of the sex between Logan and her just minutes before.
    She sucked in a breath and held very still. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, knowing she should run but too stunned to do so.
    “She's very tight,” Logan said matter-of-factly, his voice sounding normal—like he was talking about the weather.
    Quinn was thinking there was nothing normal about this situation, when Ty dropped to his knees in front of her and smoothed his palms over her hips and down her legs, running his hands over the slickness still on her inner thighs. His hands were not as rough as Logan's, but they caused shivers up her spine just the same.
    He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, testing the wetness between them. “She must be very responsive. Turn her around.”
    Logan turned her within his arms, and Quinn looked up into his eyes, questioning him without words. He placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead in answer.
    If he thought that was going to be enough to pacify her, he was sorely mistaken. She did not like being inspected like a piece of horseflesh at an auction. But no protest made it past her lips. Maybe it was her natural curiosity to see where this would lead.
    Or maybe he had just fucked her brains out. Literally.
    Ty's hands skimmed over her buttocks. Then he stood, stepping close enough to press his jean-clad groin against the small of her back.
    “Still pink,” he murmured, referring to her spanked ass.
    Logan and Ty shifted closer and met over Quinn's shoulder. Quinn was helplessly sandwiched between the two men as their lips met and they kissed.
    It wasn't a brotherly kiss either.
    “Holy shit,” Quinn blurted out before she could stop herself.
    The men broke the kiss, gave each other a look Quinn couldn't read, before they both stepped back, freeing her.
    With her newfound freedom, she dashed to the chair and yanked the T-shirt over her nakedness. With hands on her hips, she turned to both of the men. Logan had slipped back into his jeans and was in the process of closing the top button.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    “Quinn—”
    “I mean, one minute you're having sex with me, and the next…the next you're kissing him. I mean, it's not like I'm jealous or anything. I'm not. It's just I'm…” She shook her head. “I'm confused.”
    Confused was a mild way of putting it. She sank into one of the heavy wooden kitchen chairs and stared at the men across from her. Logan leaned back into Ty's chest, and the darker man's hands languidly stroked Logan's arms.
    For some reason, Quinn could not wrap her brain around what she was seeing.
    “You're gay?” Her question was directed toward Logan, though she didn't care which one of them answered her.
    “No, I'm not gay. I love women.”
    Quinn pressed fingers to her temples to try to relieve the dull throb taking up residence in her head. “But you like men.”
    “I don't see color or gender, for the most part. I see people.”
    She asked Ty, “Are you