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Authors: Mari Carr

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Price didn’t move. Instead, he watched in
silence. Gunner’s gaze connected with Price’s and he saw approval
in the other man’s eyes. They were going to have to join forces and
work together to alleviate Deni’s anxiety.

God. A virgin. Deni had revealed that little
secret to him a few months earlier. She’d actually been asking him
for advice on how he thought she should go about losing it. It had
taken all the strength in his body not to say to hell with the
Trinity Masters and take her back to his place then and there,
unwilling to think about another man touching her. Instead he’d
told her she should wait for the right guy, hang in there until she
found that special someone.

Now she was here and…shit. A virgin. What the
hell was he supposed to do with that? He’d never had sex with an
inexperienced woman. Maybe it would be easier if he didn’t care so
much about Deni, but the fact was he did care. A lot. It would kill
him to hurt her, to cause her any pain, physically or
emotionally.

He released her slowly and stepped back as
Price moved forward. Price offered the same friendly, easy hug, but
he took it to the next level, bending to kiss her.

Gunner had never considered himself a voyeur,
but watching Price and Deni kiss, observing their tongues tangle as
their hands stroked each other’s faces and bodies sent his cock
from emerging to erect in an instant. He adjusted the material of
his pants, trying to find some relief from the sudden
constriction.

When Price and Deni parted, he was there,
dying for a taste. Deni moved back to him easily. He kissed her the
way he’d wanted to for years. He was a starving man at the feast
and nothing would hold him back now.

He tightened his grip in her hair with one
hand as he drifted the other lower to cup her breast. Deni gasped,
but he didn’t offer her surcease, an out. He kept her lips pressed
against his as he explored her body.

Deni jerked. Gunner opened his eyes,
unsurprised to discover Price standing behind her, slowly lifting
her T-shirt. Gunner moved back incrementally, allowing Price the
room he needed to completely pull the soft cotton off. Deni hadn’t
bothered to put her bra back on after her shower. Without the
shirt, she stood between them in nothing but her far-too-practical,
plain white cotton panties. Gunner had never seen anything
sexier.

Her skin flushed, a faint pink hue covering
her cheeks and her chest. Gunner wasn’t certain if it was
embarrassment or arousal causing the blush. Probably a bit of
both.

Deni tried to move closer to him, no doubt to
hide. She had self-confidence when it came to her work—the woman
knew her stuff—but it wasn’t translating to her personal life.

He gently pushed her away, letting his gaze
sweep over her body. Deni started to lift her hands, to use them as
a shield, but Price grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her
back. “Let us look at you, Denise.”

She struggled for only a second, then, when
it became apparent she was no match for Price’s strength, she
stilled.

Gunner ran his hands along her arms, her
waist, her hips. Deni shivered at his touch. “You’re so
beautiful.”

A crinkle appeared between her eyes as if she
was trying to read the genuineness of his compliment. Given her
unusual childhood, she’d missed too many experiences she should
have had—prom and Homecoming dances, weekend dates and frat
parties. Deni had spent her entire life between the pages of a book
or trapped in a lab, running her damn trials. The world had passed
her by as she lived alone inside her clever mind. It was time to
draw her out. Show her what living was really about.

“Turn around.” Price’s deep-voiced command
proved he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. Gunner
wondered how Deni would respond to Price’s alpha ways. Hell, what
would she think of his?

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t move.

“Denise.” Price released her hands and
waited.

Gunner moved closer, whispering, “Be brave,
Deni. You have nothing to hide from us.”

She licked her lips nervously, and then
twisted to face Price. Gunner noticed she kept her hands down, away
from her body this time. As always, she was a quick study.

Price took his time, eating her alive with
his eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice was gruff with emotion.
“I want you.”

Without waiting for a reply, Price leaned
forward, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Gunner
followed, pleased to see the large king-sized bed that awaited
them. Neither he nor Price were small men. They would need plenty
of room. Price placed Deni on her feet and stripped her panties
away in one quick motion. Then he lifted her again and gently laid
her in the center of the mattress.

Gunner reached up, loosened his tie and
dragged it out of the collar as she watched.

Price began to disrobe as well. Deni’s gaze
traveled between them, quietly observing as they bared themselves
to her.

As Gunner shed his boxers, he heard Deni’s
nervous intake of breath. Looking at her, it occurred to him she
may never have seen a naked man before. Whenever Deni talked about
growing up, she only mentioned her mother, never a father. One day
soon, he’d ask her more about her family, her upbringing.

Now wasn’t the time. His cock was hard enough
to pound nails into concrete. A quick glance to the right proved
Price was in a similar state.

When Price took a step toward the bed, Deni
pushed herself up and pressed her back against the headboard. Her
quick retreat stopped Price in his tracks.

They were doing this all wrong. When Deni was
in their arms, when they kissed and touched her, she relaxed.
They’d given her too much time to think. Gunner walked to the bed
and sat next to her. He leaned against the wall as well, the two of
them sitting side by side like two strangers waiting for a bus.

He reached out and clasped her hand in his.
Price watched without joining them.

“Deni, you have nothing to be afraid of.”

She frowned. “I’m not scared.”

He grinned. She was a shitty liar.

Price sank down on the mattress near her
feet. “Well, I am.”

Deni’s eyes widened. “You are?”

“I’ve never had sex with a virgin,” Price
confessed.

“So if I’d had sex before, you’d be doing
things differently?”

Gunner nodded. “Yeah. A lot different.”

Deni didn’t reply immediately. “I don’t want
you to do that. I’ve been the odd guy out my whole life. I’m tired
of it.”

Gunner raised her hand and kissed it. “This
isn’t just about you. I’ve never participated in ménage sex
either.”

Price moved closer, crawling up the bed until
he’d claimed Deni’s other side. “Oh, I’ve done threesomes.”

Deni laughed, the sound catching Gunner
off-guard until she said, “Why am I not surprised?”

She squeezed his hand and then reached over
to touch Price’s face. “Tell you what. Let’s forget the virginity
thing and the ménage thing. Maybe we could just go with the flow.
Figure out what feels right for us.”

Price grinned. “I can handle that. What do
you want to do first?”

“Can I touch you?” Her eyes drifted lower,
giving away exactly what she was curious to explore.

Gunner moved until both he and Price were
sitting in front of her. He lifted her hand and pressed her fingers
against his chest. “I’m yours, Deni. You can do whatever you
want.”

She rubbed her hand along his pecs and
shoulders, then repeated the same motions on Price’s chest. She
drifted her fingers lower but stopped short as her shyness
reappeared. Price took away her choice. He grabbed her hand and
wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Deni slowly stroked the hard flesh. Gunner
wondered how Price was able to remain patient with her light
touches. He shook his head. “No, Deni. Like this.” He placed his
hand on top of hers, the two of them wrapped around Price’s
erection.

Price narrowed his eyes and then groaned when
Gunner showed her exactly how firmly she could rub him.

“Fuck,” Price muttered. “That feels…” His
voice faded away when Gunner encouraged Deni to grip Price’s balls
with her free hand. Then he added extra pressure.

“I’m not hurting him?”

Gunner shook his head. “You ever heard the
song with the lyrics about something hurting so good? People are
capable of finding pleasure through pain.”

Price’s gaze captured Deni’s. “I’m going to
show you exactly how that works.”

“When?” Deni’s tone betrayed her undeniable
interest.

Gunner chuckled and then leaned forward and
kissed her as they continued to rub their hands along Price’s
cock.

Price’s breathing warned Gunner he was
getting too close. Gunner loosened his grip on Deni’s hand and then
pulled her away from their lover.

Price put his sudden freedom to good use,
tugging Deni’s waist until she was lying on the mattress. Gunner
continued kissing her as he gripped her hair, tightening his
fingers in her soft tresses, building the pressure until Deni
gasped. “Oh, I see.”

Price leaned over her chest and took her
nipple into his mouth, sucking on the distended flesh. Deni
moaned.

Deni’s caresses were timid at first. She
rested her hands on Gunner’s shoulders, but as the power of the
moment grew, she became bolder, braver, wilder. She ran her fingers
through his hair, reaching down with the other hand to stroke
Price’s face.

Gunner tried to understand the part of him
that loved having Price in bed with them. He’d never looked at
another man with anything even remotely close to desire. And while
he didn’t feel attracted to Price, he didn’t mind their close
contact or even Price’s accidental brushes against him.

They were partners, working together to bring
their spouse pleasure…and maybe help each other out along the
way.

Gunner lowered his head and claimed Deni’s
other nipple. Price nipped at her breast while Gunner increased the
suction. Deni lifted her hips and tightened her fingers in his hair
until his scalp stung.

Price took them to the next level when he
reached lower, rubbing her clit. Deni thrust against his fingers,
begging for more.

“So wet.” He heard Price murmur. He suspected
his partner in lust was urging him on, as anxious as he was to bury
himself inside their pretty little bride.

Gunner released her breast to kneel by her
hip. He watched Price’s fingers drive Deni’s arousal higher,
stroking her clit harder, faster.

“God, please,” she cried.

Did she know what she was asking for?

Gunner reached out, desperate to feel her wet
heat. He circled the entrance to her sex. Deni stilled, her chest
rising and falling with her rapid breaths. She was close to coming,
he could see it in her flushed face, her heavily lidded eyes. It
wouldn’t take much.

Gunner glanced at Price, who nodded.

“Do it,” Price urged.

Gunner thrust two fingers inside Deni’s tight
pussy while Price continued caressing her clit. Deni stiffened,
balling her hands into fists at her sides.

“Oh my God. Holy shit.” Her words escaped in
loud pants when he withdrew and then pressed back in. Her pussy
clenched against his fingers, her eyes closing tightly.

“Gunner. Price.” She screamed their names as
they pushed her over, her orgasm striking hard and fast. Price
acknowledged her pretty cries as he moved next to her and swallowed
her soft mewls with gentle kisses.

Gunner’s heart raced as he watched his
partners.

Oh yeah. He could definitely do a lifetime of
this.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Deni clung to Price’s shoulders, struggling
to understand what had just happened. One minute she was sitting on
the loveseat in the living room, so anxious she couldn’t think
straight. The next she was lying naked in bed with two of the most
gorgeous men she’d ever met, having the greatest orgasm of her
life.

And they hadn’t even fucked her yet.

Her mind whirled.

Somewhere along the line, Gunner had moved to
claim her other side, and she was currently the middle of a man
sandwich. She giggled.

“Something funny?” Price asked.

She shook her head, unwilling to tell them
her silly thoughts. “I’m just happy. But we’re not done, are we? I
mean neither of you…” She wasn’t sure how to finish her comment.
She could feel two very distinct erections pressing against her
hips.

“We thought we’d give you a second to catch
your breath.” Gunner stroked her breast. Deni struggled not to make
a sound. Her skin was super sensitive and everything they did to
her felt unbelievable. Amazing.

“Are you on birth control?”

Deni felt her face flush again. Leave it to
Price to cut to the chase.

“I am.”

She sensed Gunner’s surprise.

“Why?”

She lifted one shoulder, not quite
comfortable sharing so many personal details of her life. “My
menstrual cycles were irregular and I used to experience bad
cramps. The doctor suggested them and they work.” She was careful
to avoid eye contact with either man. She couldn’t believe she was
lying in bed naked with them, talking about her period.

“Do you remember to take it?”

Deni narrowed her eyes at Price’s question.
“Yes, I remember.” Most of the time. She didn’t say the last out
loud. She never missed more than a day or two, and she always
corrected the oversight the way the doctor told her to.

“Did you take today’s?”

Price was like a dog with a bone. He seemed
convinced she’d lose her own head if it wasn’t attached.

She nodded and then paused. Had she? “I think
so.” Then she remembered taking it in her office as part of her
breakfast regimen of a too-ripe banana and a cup of coffee. God,
had it really only been this morning that she’d been in her lab,
working away as if her entire life wasn’t about to take a wide
right turn? “Yes. I did. I absolutely did.”

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