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Peaches laughed as she stroked his chest. Both men were wonderful. She would have to think about it. If she didn’t, she would never forgive herself. She didn’t want to have any “what ifs.” Her brown eyes sparkled with laughter. “Sex slaves, huh? What about Mr. Grumpy? I don’t quite imagine him as the submissive type.”
    Ryan grimaced. “Well, no. Mr. Grumpy doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He likes to top. If there’s a true Dom among us, it’s him.”
    “Then he’s never going to like me,” Peaches said with a laugh, pushing him back toward the bed, ignoring the curious stab of disappointment she felt deep inside. “Only because there’s not a submissive bone in my body.” Within moments she had him stripped and wearing a condom. Then she was straddling his lean hips, her hand reaching between them to guide his thick cock to the eager opening of her body. She was so hot and wet that he slipped easily into her.
    Ryan laughed up at her as he reached for her breasts. Cupping them in his rough palms, he stroked her nipples until she was moaning and writhing on him, burying his cock deeply inside her quivering channel. The texture of his callused hands on her sensitive skin drove her mad with desire.
    “So I get to have alone time with you guys? Dinner? Dancing? Fucking?”
    “Yes. Anything you want. But never forget that Damien and I do enjoy sharing, and often.”
    Leaning over, Peaches kissed the tip of his nose, then his mouth. He tasted of the hard orange candies he liked to suck on. “Oh, I don’t think I could forget that. The two of you made quite an impression on me.”
    They had also made an impression on Roger and Candy Ellis, their hosts two nights before. Once they had finished rocking the trailer, Roger had chanced interrupting them by pounding on the side of the trailer to ask if they wanted steaks or hamburgers for supper.

    27
    It had been a great evening. The couple was lovely. In their middle thirties, they had been married for several years. They were comfortable as a couple, holding hands, kissing when they didn’t think anyone was looking. Roger had been competing in rodeos for a few years when Ryan and Damien got their start. He’d helped them along, offering advice, supporting them as a friend through both good and bad times. When he met Candy he decided the rodeo life didn’t suit him any longer. They had married after that season ended, and he claimed he never regretted his choice.
    Peaches doubted he had. Not if the way he looked at his wife was anything to go by. That was the kind of marriage she wanted when the time came. Looking down at Ryan’s happy, grinning face, she wondered if he could be one part of her future happiness. Though she didn’t really believe she should be contemplating the pros and cons of any relationship with these men while she was impaled, very happily, on a beautiful cock, she did think about it.
    When Ryan used his fantastic, rippling abs to jackknife into a sitting position, Peaches was suitably impressed. Moaning, enjoying the new position, she wound her slender arms around his neck. Strong arms held her tightly as they ground their bodies together as hard as they could. They both gasped as he reached new depths. She moaned as her oversensitized clit rubbed against the coarse hair covering his groin.
    “Oh, yes,” she breathed, brushing over her mouth over his. Strong white teeth bit her lower lip. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”
    A scream of pleasure was torn from her as she climaxed without warning.

Chapter Four
    “Keep those fucking cats in the house,” a deep voice growled as Peaches walked into the long white barn. It was one of many, part of the breeding and training complex they had built up. On their way to Montana, the men had given her a history of the place, before and after they had been brought in as partners by Logan.
    She ignored Logan. Roxie and Juno were single-file behind her. They ignored him, too. It was weird,