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clasp on the bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor. Then she brought her hands up slowly to cup herself and he felt his blood pressure rise to a decidedly unhealthy limit as she lifted her breasts up, taking the nipples between her fingers and squeezing. Glancing over, he saw her striptease was working its magic on Heath as well. The man was rubbing his immense erection through his jeans. Not a bad idea, he thought, and he reached down to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his own pants.
    “Kylie,” he whispered, spellbound by her sultry movements.
    Turning slowly, she looked back over her shoulder with a grin that proved she knew exactly what she was doing to them. Kicking off her shoes, she peeled her pants and panties off together, down over her hips, one torturous inch at a time. As she bent over, he and Heath were treated to a perfect view of her luscious round ass as she slipped the material off. There were some fading bruises there and he realized they needed to take care not to hurt her.
    He staggered toward her, but she skittered away until she stood beside the bed.
    “Come here,” he barked out, his voice betraying his need, but she just giggled at the sound.
    “You two come here.” She crawled up on the bed, gesturing for them to join her.
    Colt began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving her lovely body, and he sensed Heath doing the same thing. Her gaze seemed to eat them alive as she watched them undress and he felt the reins of control slipping through his fingers. Damn woman was trying to top from the bottom and they were letting her. He looked over at Heath and watched the same realization enter his friend’s face.
    “Open your legs,” Heath said sternly as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders, discarding it without a thought.
    Colt saw her face flush, though whether with excitement or embarrassment, he couldn’t decide. Unable to reign in his dominant desires, he reached over and roughly pulled her legs apart.
    “Like this,” he said. “Next time we tell you to open your legs, we want them exactly like this.”
    He watched Kylie’s breasts rise and fall as her breathing hitched up a notch, but he was sure now her response was not based on fear, but arousal. She was responding to them like a true submissive. He felt like pumping a victory fist in the air.
    Placing a bent knee on the bed, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above her gorgeous pussy. The sweet smell of honeysuckle washed over him. He looked over his shoulder and Heath gave him a quick, encouraging nod.
    “Do it,” his friend whispered and Colt turned back to heaven. Kylie’s hands flew to his hair as he pressed his lips to her hard clit, his tongue probing and pushing. Her hips began to move against him, but he denied her movement by placing his firm hands on her upper thighs.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered.
    “Please, Colt,” she begged breathlessly and he returned to torment her drenched opening with his mouth. Circling the entrance to her body with his tongue, he felt her muscles tensing and suspected his little firecracker was already perilously close to exploding.
    Dipping his tongue inside her hot cavern, he only managed to thrust twice before Kylie’s body shuddered violently beneath his touch and he heard her relieved cries.
    He sensed Heath moving behind him and heard the unmistakable sound of pants and shoes hitting the floor.
    “Move, Colt.” Heath’s demands were husky and harsh and he suspected his friend was hanging on by a thread. He chuckled as he pushed away from Kylie’s heat.
    “Poor Heath,” she teased, reaching up to pull him down to her. “No foreplay, just climax.”
    He fought against the laughter as Kylie repeated his own words from the Tequila Truth game that had started them down this path.
    Heath joined their laughter, leaning over her flushed body. “That’s why I brought Colt along for the ride, Red. Now put this damn condom on me. If I’m not in your