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    “You’re making me hot,” muttered Eagle. He spread his palm
across her chest, between her breasts, so her two nipples peaked on either side
of his hand. The heavy warmth of his hand, just above her heart, gave her a
melting sensation. Eagle shifted her so she sat between his legs, leaning her
back against his hard chest. She breathed in his scent, like fresh forest air.
So different from Gavin’s.
    Raising her eyes to her husband’s, she felt another wave of
relief that he was still here, that he hadn’t run off or called it quits. The
opposite, in fact. She knew that look on his face. It meant he wanted her,
desperately. His cock reared between his legs in proud arousal. He looked
magnificent, like a naked warrior. She knew that Eagle admired the sight as
much as she did when his cock hardened behind her.
    Two stiff cocks. The thought made her head spin.
    She shifted restlessly, needing more.
    Eagle plucked at her nipples. The rough friction sent shock
waves straight to her sex. She arched and twisted against the white vinyl of the
catsuit still hugging her hips.
    “You want out of this thing, sweetheart?” Eagle asked.
    She nodded manically. He took his hands from her nipples and
pushed the catsuit down as far as he could reach. Gavin kneeled down in front
of her and peeled it off her legs. It was a two-man operation, with Eagle
lifting her ass up while Gavin pulled the suit down. The feeling of being
stripped by two men gave her a deep, unaccountable thrill.
    When her body was free of it, she wriggled deliciously,
feeling like a butterfly released from a cocoon. Her body flushed with a giddy
sense of freedom.
    For the first time in her life, she was completely naked in
front of two men. And it felt good, so good.
    Her skin breathed in the warm air, basked in their
appreciative gazes. Where was her shyness, her restraint? Gone with the cocoon,
she supposed.
    “You’re a knockout,” said Eagle in a thickened voice. The
fact that he was getting so turned-on gave her an extra thrill. He cupped her
breasts in his warm hands, so dark against her pale skin. He thumbed her
nipples. Heat shafted to her belly. She responded with a throaty moan that
would have embarrassed the old Beth. She spread her legs apart and smelled her
own arousal, piercing and sweet.
    “I have to lick her now,” said Gavin in a voice raspy with
lust.
    “Do it,” Eagle urged. He scraped his thumbnails across her
aroused nipples until she wanted to scream. It felt strange to have them
discussing her like that. Strange and intoxicating.
    Gavin crouched between her legs, strong hands on her inner
thighs. She could tell he was restraining himself from taking her as if he were
a savage beast. His black hair brushed against her inner thighs. Goose bumps
pebbled across her flesh. He spread open her lips and tasted her clit with
delicate stabs of his tongue.
    Oh God! She thrashed from side to side, or tried to.
Eagle held her arms bound to her sides in a tight embrace. Gavin took one of
her buttocks in each hand, his large thumbs pressing into the upper part of her
thighs. His strength made her liquefy. Strong man at her pussy, strong man at
her breasts. Her body theirs to tease, stroke, torment.
    Heat shimmered from her clit to her nipples, an electric
storm flashing at the edge of her awareness. God, she was going to come into
Gavin’s mouth, right now, while Eagle watched. What would he think of her?
    She tried to escape the tormenting movements of that tongue
on her clit, but Gavin refused to let her. He pressed her clit with his thumb
as his hungry mouth sucked at her. Eagle taunted her nipples, muttering hot
words into the crease of her neck. “That’s right, let it go, you’re so hot
right now, I want to come just looking at you…” The pleasure was
excruciating—stars danced at the edge of her vision. She bucked against Gavin’s
mouth, fighting, struggling. Eagle panted in her ear, his hair brushing against
her shoulder, making

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