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the possibility?”
    “You don’t know me.” She gulped. “It’s one thing to love a
compliment, another to take up the offer. You can’t say you saw me at the feed
store and decided then and there I was a good match for a lover? We met only
last week. You began this building project months ago.”
    “We three got sick and tired of cattin’ around. That was
sometime last year. We decided to redo the house before we ever knew exactly
who we wanted to bring here. We had an offer from some friends of ours to erect
a special building on the grounds. That got us thinking that we needed to redo
the old house. But you?” He sidled up close to her. “A few months ago, I saw
the picture of you in the Bravado Herald and remembered you. I
took an interest.”
    She sputtered, waving a hand. “An interest? Is that what you
call this?”
    “I’d call it more than that, but you’re not in the mood to
understand it. So I’ll stick to my statement.”
    “Absurd.”
    “Not really. Not if you think about it.”
    “What am I to think? That you design this wonderful house so
that you can invite women up here—”
    “Yes. What’s wrong with a man wanting a woman he can enjoy?
Someone he can spend time with? Every day?”
    “Nothing. I’m not used to a man doing much for a woman.”
    “Your father wasn’t good to your mother?”
    “He walked out on her.”
    “I see. And then you had a husband who didn’t pay you much
mind either.”
    “Yes.”
    “I’d like to have the chance to show you I’m not like that.”
    “But by your own admission,” she countered, “you’ve had any
number of lovers.”
    “I haven’t been a monk, no. Neither have my brothers. But
that doesn’t mean we can’t want one woman to cherish.”
    “One for each of you?” She cast a glance at the door,
flexing her shoulders with an uncomfortable idea. “This feels like more than
that.”
    “It might be. It could be. Depends on how we all get along,
doesn’t it?”
    “All four of—?”
    “I suppose it’s hard to imagine.”
    Not really. “But…but I’ve never been in an orgy in my
life!” Was she sounding a bit scary? And why were her nipples ever so hot and
cold? Why was her pussy demanding she cup herself and stop the pounding? “I
can’t believe—”
    “What?” His gaze traveled her mouth, her throat, her
breasts. “That you’re aroused? Intrigued? That you came out to dinner in my
robe and belted it so loosely that my brothers and I have feasted on your bare
skin for the past three hours?”
    Caught by fact. She was flummoxed. Amazed at her
self-sabotage. Did she want these three charming men fucking her or not? Could
she chance it and expect they’d satisfy her? Give her at least one grand
orgasm? Her gaze darted this way and that, then to his darkly beseeching eyes.
“Can I leave?”
    “Any time, though my brothers and I hope you don’t.”
    “ Why? ” She had to know.
    He stood right in front her now, one hand to the collar of
the robe that slipped from her shoulder, one hand to her chin to lift her lips
to his. Then he spoke on them. “Because you suit us, Cara.”
    “How?” she asked breathlessly, foolishly, hoping this was
not some wet dream of being romanced by a tall, dark, handsome cowboy with the
biggest erection this side of the Rio Grande pressing against her groin.
    “In there,” he said, tipping his head toward the kitchen.
“We haven’t had such a good time horsing around in ages.”
    “You three get along so well.”
    “We do. But we haven’t laughed like that in a long while.”
    “Haven’t lost at cards like that in a long while?”
    “God help us. We’re inspired by your good company. We’d like
you to stay. For a long while.”
    She pulled backward, her gaze on his mouth. His wickedly
talented mouth. Broad lips, firm but soft on hers. A breath away. “And if I
agree…if I let you show me, can I still leave afterward?”
    “If you want,” he murmured as he bent to nip her