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Lee laughed loudly. “This is going to be the best pie ever,
I promise.”

They were both giggling as they went up the stairs.
Brax
was walking down the hall and when they saw him, the
giggles turned into a fit of laughter. He gave them a curious look, and then
the expression turned into a deep frown, which didn’t help them control their
giggles as he walked passed them.

They watched a movie, and both sighed when the hero and
heroine found their way to a happily ever after. She didn’t want the visit to
end. It was so nice having someone there who didn’t want to have sex with her.
She could be herself with Lee.

“I’m going to look forward to next Tuesday. See you soon,
Kris.”

No one had called her that before and it made her giggle.
“See you Tuesday,” she said as she shut the door.

“So you enjoyed your companion?” Mal asked.

She jumped. She didn’t know he was behind her. “I did. Thank
you for hiring him.”

Mal grinned. “I’m glad to see a smile on your face again.”

“I’m sorry about the other night, Mal. This is just
so—crazy.”

“I know what you mean. I could be worse, you know.”

“I know. Thanks for being understanding.”

He shrugged. “Not much choice. I’m not a jackass. I won’t
force myself on you.”

“I know. I’m looking forward to Sunday.”

He did a double take.
“Really?”

“Yep.
Now let’s go see what Steve
cooked for us. I’m starving.”

Mal held out his arm. She looped hers around it and they
skipped in an almost choreographed display of silliness into the dining room.
The others looked at them with disbelief. She noticed Max scowling, jealousy on
his face, and it cut into her fun. Mal must have felt strange, because he
dropped her arm as if it were on fire. They sat down together.

DeAnthony
pulled his chair up close
to hers and put his arm around her. Max slid back from the table so quickly his
chair toppled with a loud crash that left her cringing.

“I’m not feeling well,” he mumbled, leaving the room.

She began to stand, ready to go after him, but
DeAnthony
held her in place. He kissed her neck. “Don’t
worry about
ol
’ grumpy,” he whispered in her ear.

She shivered. With all the emotion and testosterone, she
knew she was treading in dangerous waters.

“You know what would be hot?” he asked in her ear.

“No,” she whispered back. Her mouth felt dry. His sexy voice
was causing her panties to feel damp.

“If you went upstairs, put on that cute little skirt I
picked out for you, and you came back without panties, straddled my lap, and
fucked me at the dinner table. Should we ask the others if they want a show
with their dinner? I don’t mind sharing you at all, sexy girl.”

“I’d love to see that,” Mal said loudly, clearly
eavesdropping. “If you’re up for it, I’d take my turn tonight and give you
Sunday back.”

She felt the heat of their words and her breath came out in
little pants. She looked over at
Brax
. His eyes were
dark, and she saw jealousy there. Jared looked uncomfortable. Damon reached
down, and she noticed him adjusting his cock.

“I don’t want any hard feelings. I’m willing to be shared,
if you promise me it won’t be like before.”

“The only thing hard around here is our pricks. Anyone have
a problem sharing my night?” No one spoke up. “Good. Now someone give Steve the
night off. I want to take her right here.”

“But the patio door, someone might see,” Krista protested.

“No one is going to see. The guards are away from the doors
and no one is getting into our little fortress. Now go upstairs and change for
me, baby girl.”

Krista’s stomach churned. She’d learned to like sex, far
more than she’d expected to. She wanted this as much as her men did, but she
hoped Max and
Brax
wouldn’t feel upset.

The idea of them all loving her left her legs wobbly, but
she managed to make it up the stairs without falling and breaking her neck. She
dressed in the short skirt
DeAnthony
had requested.
In a moment of boldness, she took off her shirt and her bra. Taking a few deep
breaths, she waited, giving Steve time to leave.

She applied some fresh makeup and combed her long brown
hair, noticing how the sun played with the red highlights. She hoped the men
noticed too. Looking in the mirror, she smiled.
Perfect.
She knew she
had nice breasts. They weren’t too big or too small. The nipples hardened in
the cool air as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her face glowed with a deep
flush. She looked into her eyes and didn’t recognize herself. She’d changed,
become bolder.
Now if I could just be brave enough to choose freedom.
She shook off the stray thought, knowing it was too late. There was no going
back. She was here now. She walked quietly down the stairs, once again glad for
the home’s newness and the lack of squeaking.

“What the fuck is your problem, Braxton?”

“I don’t like this. She’s not a sex toy. If they decide we
aren’t treating her right, she’s gone!”

“Yeah, you don’t need to remind me. I know that, but she’s
willing to do this. It’s not as if we’re beating her or hurting her. She wants
this and you know it,”
DeAnthony
protested.

“She’s sweet and wants to keep us happy. Maybe she doesn’t
really want this,”
Brax
countered.

“If you want to go to your room, do it. If she’ll let us
share, we share. The goal is to get her pregnant. They won’t care how we do it,
as long as we do.
Don’t be an ass
,” Mal sounded off
angrily.

“Well, I don’t want her hurt.”

“She won’t be,” Jared’s voice was soft. Krista could hear
the strain and assumed desire put it there.

Krista continued down the stairs. She bit her lip, not sure
how to assure
Brax
she was okay. He was her favorite,
but that didn’t mean she could be his exclusively. They both knew she belonged
to them all. If she could choose, it would be
Brax
every night, but she didn’t have that luxury. At least this way he’d be there
too.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Mal stood.
Brax
turned and she saw his nostrils flair. He scowled. She
smiled at him. He turned away. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. A
small flame of anger flared. He didn’t have the right to be angry any more than
she had the right to say no to
DeAnthony
.

She saw
DeAnthony
unzip his pants
and pull out his erection. Giving
Brax
a final look,
she went over to the handsome African-American and straddled his lap. He smiled
up at her before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and pulling her down on
his cock. Without preamble, he impaled her. She was already wet, just from the
exoticness of being half-naked in the public area of the house.

Filled with the orange glow of sunset, the room was shaded
romantically in soft light. Krista closed her eyes and let him direct her. She
continued bouncing on him as he sucked on her nipples hard. She was so close to
coming, but then he released and he cried out against her breasts.

She stood and noticed Mal had unzipped himself too. She
straddled him and his shaft filled her. This time she bounced faster, feeling
the disappointment of
DeAnthony’s
quick finish. Mal
groaned. He clutched at her breasts and she cried out, arching her back. The
clawing need for release was relentless.

Mal clung to her. “Jesus yes!” He screamed as he came.

Once again, she hadn’t come. So far, this wasn’t going as
she’d hoped. Standing, she walked around to the other side of the table where
Jared fumbled awkwardly with his zipper.

She glanced at
Brax
, and he looked
disappointed, she looked away. Seeing his unhappiness wasn’t helping with her
unease.

Jared managed to free his skinny dick and he was shaking as
he helped her to straddle him. Before she could lower herself, he pulled her
lips to his. The tender kiss he gave her warmed her heart. She tangled her
fingers in his hair. Jared rubbed her back slowly. The soft kiss became more
passionate. Jared’s hands held her hips. She ground her pussy against his cock.
He gasped against her lips. Her clit rubbed wonderfully against his shaft.

Krista threw her head back, groaning. This was so damn good.
She was getting so close. Panting, she pushed against him with more force.
Krista buried her face in his neck. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head
back to kiss her neck. She erupted against him, whimpering as she came, her
body shaking.

He let go of her hair and pulled her up, ramming his cock
straight to her core. She screamed with joy as his cock rubbed the sweet spot
inside of her and her orgasm strengthened. A moment later, Jared cried out,
making a ridiculous face. He poured into her.

“Krista!” He groaned. He wrapped his hands around her waist,
keeping them connected while he nuzzled her neck. “Damn, woman, that was
amazing!”

She couldn’t agree more, but all she could do was sigh
softly. When his hands fell away she stood, wobbly, and stumbled away from him.
Damon grabbed her and threw her over a chair.

“What the fuck!”
Brax
yelled.

Damon slammed into her from behind and her breasts rubbed
against the chair cushion, adding to the erotic sensation of his cock’s furious
motion. He fucked her hard, with no apology. She made little noises, primal
sounds. The feeling built until she whined like an animal. Relishing the
friction inside her very sensitive pussy, she came again loudly.

“Don’t stop, please,” Krista begged her nemesis. She was so
wet with her own lubrication and the men’s release that his rough treatment
didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it added to her wild, wanton hunger for more.

When Damon stilled, he didn’t pull out right away. Instead,
he began massaging her back. His touch was unexpectedly tender. He pulled out
and helped her stand. Finally, she turned to
Brax
.
His face was unreadable. Her pussy was starting to feel sore, but she wanted
him—the most.

She took a step toward him. He didn’t move, just lounged back
in his chair watching her. Krista went to her knees and unzipped his pants. He
still didn’t respond. She freed his beautiful maleness. Tenderly, she took him
in her mouth, careful to cover her teeth with her lips. Working him for all she
was worth, she relished the act of pleasuring him. Her desire for this man was
unlike the crazed
sexcapades
in which she’d just
participated. There was something special inside of her that only blossomed for
Braxton.

She’d been with them such a short time, and yet it seemed
like forever. She wanted
Brax’s
sweet words to be
true, but distrusted them, especially while he sat immobile as she desperately
tried to draw a response out of him.

He moaned. A happy little bubble floated up, followed by
another as he ran his fingers in her tangled hair and tugged, just a bit. “Why
do you have to be so perfect for us?” he muttered.

She didn’t respond, only increased her suction, drawing a
low moan from him. His fingers left her hair and slipped under her to toy with
her nipples. They were hypersensitive. Wetness trickled down her thighs. The
realization that she remained covered in the other’s ejaculation, gave her a
moment pause. She needed a shower before
Brax
came
inside of her, offering herself to him in this condition felt wrong. The
emotion she refused to name that lived between them deserved better.

She pulled away from his cock. “I’m sorry. I need to go
clean up. Will you stay with me tonight, if it’s okay with
DeAnthony
?
It’s still his night.”

“I’m good,”
DeAnthony
said. “I’m
damn tired now. That was great, baby girl.”

Braxton’s expression was blank. He moved, picking her up in
his arms. She yelped with helpless shock. Without a word to the others, he
carried her toward his room. She glanced over his shoulder to see the others
looking as surprised as she felt.

He kicked open his bedroom door and carried her to the
private bathroom.
Brax
set her on her feet and moved
wordlessly to his large tub. This one was even larger than the one in her room.
She knew it could seat all six of them if they were of a mind to jump in
together. He turned on the faucet and put the plug into the drain. She watched
him gathering soap, shampoo, and towels. He still hadn’t said a word.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispered, afraid to hear his
response.

“Never,” he replied, but she noticed a tick in his jaw that
declared his words a lie.

“I’m sorry. I know I’d said no more
group…
games.
I just wanted… I wasn’t bad.”

“I know,” he replied, still not looking at her.

When he turned, she saw it then, his grief. Her heart ached,
she’d put that terrible look on his face. She fought the urge to be angry. She
hadn’t asked for this polygamy.

“I…” She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m falling for you, Krista. It’s not just because you’re
the only woman on Earth for me. It’s you. You’re fascinating. When I saw you
with the others, I was so pissed, but you were so beautiful. I’ve never been so
turned on in my life.” He took her hand and led her to the tub, helping her
step over the edge. “You were different with me. I saw it. Why?”
Brax
questioned softly.

“I don’t know,” she replied honestly. “I feel something
so—it’s almost special. I don’t know. I think you’re my favorite.”

He grinned and lathered up the washcloth. He started with
her back and neck. She sighed. The sensation of his touch gave her comfort, but
also made her lust renew. Krista marveled at her reaction. After all that sex,
she could still hunger for this one man. The
idea of having
him touch
her, come inside of her body…
Brax
excited her more than all the sexual excess she’d just experienced. Krista bit
her lip and looked at her bare knees sticking out of the water.