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every little hair rise up.
    “It’s okay,” Eagle murmured. “You can come for us. It’s just
the beginning. Come for us now.”
    With a long, primitive moan, she surrendered. She spread her
legs wide for her husband, she arched her back for Eagle’s clever fingers and
she gave herself over to them. The first shivers came in silvery waves, little
ripples hinting at what was to come. Then the bombshell hit. She let out a long
cry as she exploded into Gavin’s mouth. An endless series of spasms racked her
body. She let it all out, let her body twist and go still, let the mewling
cries spill from her lips.
    They stayed with her until the last moan, until she’d gone
limp against Eagle’s chest. She’d come in front of two men, and the world
hadn’t ended. In fact, the world felt lighter.
    She felt Eagle’s erection against her back and wiggled
teasingly. He gave a low growl.
    “You’re playing with fire, girl.”
    “Oh. That’s fine. I mean, yeah.” Her verbal abilities were
still floating in the ether.
    Gavin got to his feet. He had a mammoth, jaw-dropping
erection. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Beth.”
    Mesmerized, she reached up and took his cock into her hand.
“We’re just starting, right?”
    “Let’s talk for a second,” said Eagle, shifting her off his
lap. A thin sheen of sweat glowed on his copper forehead. “It’s Wild Nights,
but I have things I do and things I don’t. When it comes to other men’s dicks,
it’s hands only.”
    “Works for me,” said Gavin. “That’s as far as I go too.”
    Beth stared at her husband. “You’ve touched other men?”
    Gavin shrugged. “It’s been awhile. But yeah. Hockey players
are horny guys. We used to get each other off now and then.”
    Dizzying fantasies filled her mind. Those young studs in the
locker room, jacking each other off. Oh my God. “Do it.”
    “Do what?”
    “Jerk each other off. Right now. I want to see.”
    Gavin and Eagle eyed each other. Gavin shrugged and took a
step closer. She saw a drop of moisture at the tip of his cock. She longed to
lick it off but more than anything, she wanted to see her magnificent husband
getting a hand job from another man.
    “I’ll take a rain check on mine,” said Eagle. “One at a
time. But I get to call the next move. Deal?”
    Beth caught Gavin’s sidelong look. They smiled at each
other, in a “what have we gotten ourselves into?” way. It felt fun, a sexy
conspiracy of two. “We’re fine with that,” said Beth.
    “Then bring that cock here.”
    Gavin stepped closer and Eagle closed his fist around her
husband’s thickened cock. The sight of that brown hand gripping Gavin’s
erection thrilled Beth down to the pit of her stomach. The way he touched Gavin
was so…different, so hard, so unworried about doing it wrong. So basic, so
animal, so down and dirty, get it done. Hand job, emphasis on the job. With a
groan, Gavin closed his eyes and jerked his hips forward. The hard muscles of
his ass clenched. Eagle’s eyes gleamed with a fierce light.
    Beth felt heat rise between her own legs, though she’d never
have believed it possible. She scooted closer and ran her hands across her
husband’s ass. She had to touch, had to be part of this. His skin twitched at
her touch. She explored farther, down the crease between his buttocks, to where
his balls trembled.
    “Oh Beth. Oh my sweet.” Gavin groaned long and hard as his
balls tightened. Eagle panted roughly, his face tense with focus, his eyes
narrowed, gleaming. Beth knew he was turned-on too, this wild thing they’d
taken into their bedroom.
    Gavin shouted, his spine arching, hips thrusting into
Eagle’s tight fist. Eagle kept pumping at his cock until cream spurted between
his fingers, dripping to the floor. Gavin muttered, “Enough,” and stumbled away
from the two of them, collapsing on his back on the bed.
    Beth let out a deep, satisfied sigh. She’d needed to see
that. She wasn’t sure why.

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