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action, she let her fingers slip away.
    “Fuck,” Patrick swore. He surged deep in her mouth. Hot seed spewed into her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she struggled not to moan as Sim redoubled his efforts at her cunt. His fingers pounded in and out. He curled them into her g-spot, sending pleasurable shocks through her.
    Patrick pulled free his semi-erect cock as a shattering climax ripped through her. Her scream echoed off the bricks surrounding them, momentarily drowning out the pounding of the rain on the skylight. Then a buzz filled her hearing, muffling everything as a second wave jolted over her.
    Patrick reached down and twisted her nipples, heightening the sensations that sizzled down her limbs. Sim lapped frantically at her cream, only drawing more and more. Her fingers fisted into the cushions as she shook.
    Finally, gasping for breath, she sank backward and sprawled without a care for ladylike grace or propriety. How had she neglected this for so long?
    Before she had time to consider, Patrick twisted to glare over his shoulder at Sim who sat back on his heels and out of immediate reach.
    “What the hell, man?” Patrick exclaimed.
    Sim lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “What? You didn’t like it?”
    Though her view of Patrick was in profile, she saw his forehead crease in a scowl, but he didn’t answer—unless one counted the low growl from deep in his throat a reply. Rising, he scooped her up and headed toward the back of the ranch-style house. She kicked off her shoes, socks and the clothing that had remained bunched about her ankles. From the look on Patrick’s face, she wouldn’t be needing the garments any time soon.
    It amazed her how easily she’d fallen into this. Despite the abnormal circumstances and the way Patrick had manhandled her over here, she felt safe and completely at ease.
    She should have remembered Patrick’s determination. He’d always surged forward like lightning, tackling everything headfirst, without hesitation. If she’d known he was here, she might not have come back to Daly. The prospect of being the three in their threesome still scared her. She’d fought too hard for her life. She wouldn’t exist for only sex and procreation—well, beyond this weekend. The sex was mighty fine right now.
    And she knew she would have come back. Her father needed her. But she wouldn’t have stopped at the gas station. She would have avoided Patrick O’Keefe and Simeon Germaine like they were the plague. Deep down, she would have known this would happen. And damn, it was scary when she wasn’t in the middle of it. Hopefully they’d keep her too busy to think all weekend.
    God knew, Patrick’s flesh pressed to her was making it near impossible right now.
    To her surprise, he carried her through an open sliding glass door and onto his back porch. Cold rain slapped against her bare skin as he walked to a second door, kitty-corner to where they’d exited and adjacent to an in-ground pool that centered a privacy-fenced yard.
    Heat and the smell of cedar filled her senses as they entered, and muted red light illuminated the space that was big enough for several large men to sprawl. A dry sauna. Every bone in her body seemed to melt as he strode across the planked floor and the heavenly warmth seeped into her limbs.
    “This is nice,” she groaned, enjoying the sensation.
    “I spend time here every night after work. Relaxing. Gathering my thoughts. I turned it on when I went to shower.”
    She could imagine spending time here with him. The sweat would roll off them as the air grew more sultry with each touch… Their bodies undulating together as they made love, Sim touching them both…
    Verity gasped as Patrick set her down on one of the heated bench. There were two, set in an upper and lower tier. She leaned back against the upper one, while Patrick walked to a stand near the door and grabbed a folded towel he must have put there earlier.
    “You weren’t planning to play without