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and grasped each of their very rigid and very large cocks that pressed against the denim of their jeans.
    In the next moment, Dane broke the kiss as Colton captured her wrists and held them tightly so that she could no longer touch either man.
    Her breathing was heavy as she looked from one man to the other. “Why did you stop?”
    Dane’s throat worked. “Why don’t you get some sleep now?”
    “What?” She shook her head in confusion. “I don’t want to sleep. I want—”
    Colton cut her off. “We’re not taking advantage of you after your rough night.”
    “Now go back to sleep,” Dane said.
    Her gaze moved from Dane to Colton. What was their game?
    “You don’t want me,” she said flatly.
    Dane gave a tight laugh. “Honey, that’s not even close to being right. Like Colton said, we are not taking advantage of you.” Dane caught her chin in her hand. “Sleep. Now.”
    She felt both frustrated and grateful all at once at how honorable the men were being. “I don’t think I can sleep.”
    “Try, honey,” Colton said.
    She sighed, leaned forward, and looked past Dane at the nightstand clock. Her body felt stiff and sore, and her tailbone hurt as she moved. “It’s almost five a.m., and I’m usually up by five-thirty to exercise anyway. But you two can sleep.”
    “We’re early risers, too.” Dane slid out of bed again and held his hand out to her and she took it.
    She felt a zing from his touch and wished he would crawl back in bed, each man fucking her blind. Since that didn’t appear to be a remote possibility, she climbed out of bed, feeling the aftereffects of last night’s attack. Colton eased out of bed on the opposite side.
    When she looked from one to the other, Colton held up his hands. “Don’t look at us like that, or all of our honorable intentions are going right out the window.”
    “Promise?” Her mind went on a trek across one fantasy after another.
    Colton shook his head and Dane touched her elbow. “You have pancake mix?”
    “What?” The question jerked her out of her fantasies of going down on first one man then the other.
    “Pancake mix.” Dane smiled as if he knew what she’d been thinking. “I’ll make some pancakes for breakfast.”
    “Oh. Yeah.” Heat flushed over her body. “I have some Bisquick. I’ll show you where.” She couldn’t afford sausage or bacon, so she hoped they’d be happy with just pancakes.
    Feeling sore, the cuts and bruises on her face hurting, she pulled away from Dane’s touch and headed toward the kitchen.
    She burned for the men, and she burned from embarrassment, too. She’d practically been all over the pair of them and would have done anything they wanted her to. And she would have loved it.
    Only they had put her off. She mentally shook her head. It was probably for the best.
    But damn she’d wanted them. Still did.
    With a huff, she marched into the kitchen to track down the mix, trying desperately not to think of what she’d rather be doing.
    Dane’s groin ached, his muscles tight, as he watched Drew. He looked at Colton who was adjusting his jeans over the erection that was clearly causing him some pain. Dane felt the same damned way, like his jeans were strangling his cock.
    They’d come so close to taking Drew, but this wasn’t the right way and wasn’t the right time.
    While Colton started the pancakes, Dane set about making coffee. The kitchen was too small for the three of them, so they insisted that Drew sit at the breakfast bar while they prepared the morning meal. Dane’s stomach growled. It had been a good seven hours since they’d eaten the egg sandwiches.
    Dane took milk out of the fridge and set it in front of Drew then pushed the sugar bowl close to her along with a spoon. He poured coffee into a mug he’d watched her drink out of a dozen times when he’d watched her on the security system.
    “Here you go,” he said. “With room for milk and sugar.”
    Shit. It struck him that she might wonder