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asked.
    “Fuck my brains out.”
    “Christ.”
    Both doors popped open, and both men moved. Andrew grabbed her and before she could blink she was over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
    “Hey!”
    “You have to know this is what they call a fireman’s carry. And we’re both firemen.”
    Chloe giggled. Upside down, bouncing as the man whose shoulder she draped all but ran up the porch steps, hovering a hairsbreadth away from climax, she could only laugh.
    For a large man, Andrew Jessop sure as hell could move fast.
    She barely blinked and he levered her off him, laying her flat on an enormous, perfectly made bed. She hardly inhaled, and both men had their hands on her, peeling her jeans and panties down, and then off.
    Grant reached out and she heard the sound of a drawer sliding open, and then the crinkle of a foil packet.
    He didn’t even take his denim jeans off. He just opened them, pulled out his cock, and sheathed it.
    “You’ve got us too damn triggered.” He reached down, spread her legs, and knelt between them. He brushed the back of his hand over her pussy and Chloe whimpered.
    “Do that again!”
    He did, and then he said, “Thank God you’re sopping wet and ready for me.”
    Chloe wanted to say something clever, but at that moment she felt the heat of Grant’s cock brush her wet folds and her mind shut off.
    He pushed into her and Chloe felt a slight burning as her pussy lips stretched, opening incredibly wide to receive him. Slow, deliberate, unrelenting, he pressed and pressed until finally he slid all the way in. The tip of his cock hit her cervix, his balls brushed the bottom of her slit, and Chloe erupted into orgasm.
    A high-pitched cry of bliss tore from her, because the intense pleasure wouldn’t be held in. Grant gathered her in his arms, pulling her snug, and then covered her mouth with his, drinking in her essence and the rest of her scream.
    His tongue devoured her, sweeping and caressing with broad, commanding strokes. Chloe wrapped her arms and legs around him and shivered as her orgasm continued to sizzle through her. Her hips began to pump, and she rode his cock as he held still within her. Her tongue slid against his and she reveled in the bounty of this rapture that consumed her so completely.
    The last tiny vibrations seemed to leave her body, floating into space. Weak and pliant, her arms slid to his shoulders and then to the bed.
    He eased his lips from hers and laid her gently back onto the mattress. “Hell of a first kiss,” he said.
    Chloe opened her eyes when the bed dipped. Andrew stretched out beside them, completely naked. Above her, in her, Grant continued to hold himself perfectly still, his smile both tender and fun-filled.
    “I hope you’re not finished.” She wanted more, now that the desperate hunger of her soul had been fed this appetizer.
    “No, ma’am. I haven’t actually gotten started yet. I just thought I’d let you use me as a sex toy for a few minutes.”
    Chloe chuckled. “I appreciate that. You’re a hell of a lot better at it than Bob is.”
    Grant scowled and said, “Who the hell’s Bob?”
    “Not who, but what . The letters stand for battery-operated boyfriend.” And she gave him the broadest smile she could.
    “I think I owe you a spanking for that one,” Grant said.
    “Or two.” Andrew reached over and pinched her clothing-covered nipple.
    “Hey!” The pinch stung, but combined with the threat of a spanking, it only served to get her juices flowing again.
    “You’ll soon discover that we’re very possessive and don’t take teasing all that well,” Grant said.
    “In that case, y’all ought to know I’m feeling more than a little possessive myself.” Chloe had never experienced this sense of ownership, this need to stake a claim that filled her right now.
    “Only seems right,” Andrew said.
    “You belong to us,” Grant said. “And we belong to you.”
    Fear and excitement tumbled within her in equal measure, and