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body tightened. Her eyes widened as pleasure swept her away and she lay shuddering, panting, crying at the last as Cam threw back his head and shouted.
    Before Cam released her, Joe was out of his chair and climbing onto the bed.
    Cam dropped her knees and fell to the mattress beside her, dragging in deep breaths as he rolled off his condom.
    Joe flipped her to her belly, reached past her for a pillow and shoved it under her hips. Then he was inside her, pumping wildly, bucking against her so strongly that he pushed her up the bed with each hard thrust.
    She hadn’t thought there was anything left to give, any pleasure left to be found, but the first swat on her ass as he hammered her electrified her, brought her to the precipice again.
    Her hands bunched up the bedding and she got her knees beneath her, meeting each thrust with her own backward bump. They met in a wet, messy flurry, fucking each other so hard the bed slammed against the wall.
    Another slap and she gave a keening wail, her body going rigid as she exploded.
    Joe was right there with her. Pumping into her, hot flashes of liquid filling her. Semen drenching her channel. Fucking hell.

Chapter Six
    “You’re fine. We’re fine,” Joe said, his hands soothing Stormy’s back. He wasn’t sure what the hell had happened, but her sudden turnaround from hot as hell to sobbing worried him.
    Stormy aimed a scowl over her shoulder that failed to make him quail because she was cute as hell when she was angry.
    Joe smothered a smile. “Peaches, tell me why you’re cryin’.”
    “I’m twenty-four years old,” she said turning, slapping at his hands. “I don’t fuck without protection, and you’re— you , Joe Halloran.”
    Ah. For the first time he regretted his fast and loose past with the ladies. He didn’t fuck without protection either, but he knew this girl. Knew she was careful and damn selective—or had been until she’d jumped into bed with him and Cam. “Baby, I’m safe. Cam’s safe. You’re on the Pill, right?” His eyes widened at her stricken expression. “You’re not? You’re twenty-four years old.”
    Stormy slapped his shoulder. “I have condoms. Foam. All in my bags.”
    “And I have condoms in the dresser, but I didn’t think I needed them. Not for you.”
    Her lips pouted. “Why not for me?”
    “Because…” He blew out a deep breath. “Because I know you’re safe. That you aren’t promiscuous, even if you did seduce two cowboys into having sex with you.”
    “ I seduced?” she said, her voice rising.
    Joe shrugged. “You stomped on my hand. I count that as flirting.”
    She rolled her wet eyes.
    “Maybe you should leave us alone,” Cam said, his voice dead even.
    Joe blew out a breath, resentful for the first time of Cam’s ability to soothe a filly. But Cam was right. Stormy was nearly hysterical. His stomach knotted. Not because he was afraid this was going horribly wrong, but because he’d just had the hottest sex of his life and the girl didn’t seem to share the same opinion.
    Was all the drama because she was truly afraid of consequences, or because she was sorry she’d had sex with them?
    As if getting pregnant with his kid would be the end of the world. The thought didn’t scare him a bit. In fact, his chest warmed to the idea.
    But she wouldn’t be warming to it, if the object of her horror, namely him, was still in bed with her. Although his pride smarted, Joe released Stormy and rolled off the bed. He swiped his jeans from the floor, shut Cam’s bedroom door behind him and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe she was hungry. She was always particularly nasty tempered when she was hungry.
     
    Cam didn’t move toward her, letting her sniffle to herself as she lay beside him, her back turned again. “What’s this really all about? You know we’re safe. And you know we’d do right by you if you wind up pregnant.”
    Her head shook. “Just shut up.”
    His belly cramped. Guilt knotted his insides.