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exhausted to figure out who was speaking or what they were saying. Hell, she was too tired to care where she was. A slight tug on her wrist brought the truth crashing down around her. Weekend. Fantasies. Heath and Colt.
    Her eyes flew open as she felt another strange pull, this one near her ankle.
    Looking around, she saw Heath at the head of the bed securing her right hand there with a silk scarf. At her feet, she watched Colt tighten the final knot that secured her, spread eagle.
    “No,” she whispered, starting to fight against the sensation of being helpless. Heath leaned down and kissed her gently.
    “Hush, Red. We aren’t going to hurt you and you have your safe word, remember?”
    She nodded numbly trying to overcome the irrational fear permeating her body. Colt must have sensed her distress because he started loosening the scarf at her ankle.
    “No,” she cried. “Wait, please.” She tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.
    “Dammit, Kylie. We don’t have to do this. I’m untying you.”
    “No, Colt. Please. Just give me a minute.”
    Heath lay down beside her, surrounding her with his comforting warmth. “You don’t have anything to prove.”
    “You don’t understand,” she said, struggling to still her racing heart. “I wanted this. Used to dream about it and Scott took that away from me. I was such an idiot to trust him.”
    Colt joined them on the bed, claiming the other side of her. It was strange, she thought, that a few silk scarves left her feeling helpless, while being surrounded by these two, huge strapping men made her feel inordinately safe.
    “You’re damn right you were.” Colt’s words were harsh and she saw Heath give him a dirty look.
    “You weren’t there, Heath. You didn’t see what that man was doing to her. She put herself at serious risk and if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to erase the image of her, hurt and helpless and crying. Shit, it’s the last thing I see every night before I go to sleep and it eats me up inside.”
    Kylie’s throat seized at his confession. The words seemed to flow straight from his heart and she had never heard her old-fashioned, stoic friend ever sound so vulnerable. She’d been so wrapped up in her own self-remonstration and guilt; she never stopped to think how much her ordeal had affected him.
    “I’m sorry, Colt.”
    He gave her a crooked grin, apparently embarrassed to have revealed so much. “That’s okay, darlin’. At least I got to kick the guy’s ass. Heath missed out on the brawling part. Not that I needed his help. Did you see that guy by the time I finished with him? He was blubbering like a baby.”
    Heath rolled his eyes and she couldn’t resist adding to Colt’s ribbing joke.
    “You were very macho and strong.” Her words evoked an annoyed groan from Heath.
    “Good God. You don’t need to stroke that ego.”
    “Unfortunately, I don’t seem to be able to stroke anything at the moment.” She wiggled her fingers and laughed as both men seemed to grow an extra appendage at the same time. Glancing down at their naked bodies, she added, “Ooh, look who’s come out to play.”
    Heath thrust his rejuvenating erection into her hip as Colt leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She sucked in a breath as his teeth toyed with the tip, amazed by the sudden sensitivity of her breasts.
    “That looks tasty,” Heath murmured.
    “Lucky thing I have two.”
    She expected Heath to laugh before realizing the joke was on her. His bright blue eyes narrowed in on her breasts and he leaned down to stake a claim on her offer. While Colt continued to tease her with his teeth and tongue, Heath’s response was to use only his lips to suck on her, hard and deep. The contrasting actions were almost more than she could stand and she marveled at her coming orgasm. Christ, she’d never come from someone fondling her breasts and yet she couldn’t deny the