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She thought about what Chance had said, about having seen her beaten and bloody. In her line of work, with the enemies she was sure she had made, it wasn’t a far-off possibility and probably nothing Angela hadn’t had nightmares about at least a dozen times since Donna had become a social worker and finally taken over Safe Haven. The difference with Chance was the fear Donna had seen in his eyes when he’d looked at her, like he was seeing a ghost or had expected her to be dead, or at the very least near death. The difference was that Chance’s fear seemed a sure sign of imminent danger whereas Angela’s feelings had always been an amorphous thing hanging over Donna’s head, more a side effect of what Donna did for a living.

She decided not to try to read Chance again, didn’t want to open herself up to that kind of pain and uncertainty. She had enough of her own to deal with. But how could she avoid it if they got intimate?

Would being with him and his brother together muffle Chance’s telepathy or intensify it? Could Russ’s presence act as a buffer?

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Donna turned to look at him and wondered what he would think of the designation. Would he be flattered or insulted? Would he feel used, or would he make the situation work in his favor?

“Whenever you’re ready to talk about this, Donna, let her rip,”

Russ said.

“We’re here for you,” Chance put in.

Both of them were here for her—not one man coming to her rescue, but two. She had two pairs of shoulders to cry on, two sets of shoulders to give her comfort.

After so many years of providing comfort and support to others, never asking for any for herself, in fact, insisting that she didn’t need any help or want it, this situation was alien to her—alien and pleasant.

“Will you both stay with me if I ask you to?”

“Just say the word,” Russ murmured.

“You don’t even have to ask,” Chance said.

“I’m saying it, and I’m asking.” Donna licked her lips and turned toward Chance before she flung her feet up to gently rest on his lap.

He just barely released a gasp, and she withdrew her feet and pulled her knees toward her chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He reached to stretch her legs back across his lap. “You didn’t.

You just surprised me.”

“I surprised myself,” she admitted, smiling. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all. She thought it right before she glanced over her shoulder to take in Russ’s heated expression. If Chance’s gaze could have melted steel, then Russ’s could have powered a nuclear plant.

Her heart stuttered in her chest before she turned back to Chance.

She was breathless.

He had taken off her flip-flops and put them on the floor, kneading the bottoms of her feet with his thumbs.

Donna closed her eyes and moaned. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had her feet massaged, couldn’t remember the last time she had had the time or company for the luxury.

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“That feels so good,” she whispered.

“Good,” Chance said.

She leaned her head back and felt Russ’s hands in her hair, lowered her head farther until it rested in his lap. His arousal was a potent scent in the air, the brush of his erection against her cheek making her pant with the idea of tasting him.

Donna licked her lips again. She had never been so hungry for a man before. Had never been so hungry for two men, she corrected herself when she felt Chance’s fingers whispering across the skin of her calf, his hands climbing incrementally until he reached the crotch of her Daisy Dukes.

He cupped her, pressing his thumb against where he obviously thought her wanting clit was. He was accurate, of course, the shockwave of sensation from his touch causing the bud to instantly swell and rub against her thong in a painfully enjoyable way.

The sensation of Russ’s hands in her hair and Chance’s fingers rubbing up and down her slit had Donna writhing on the sofa.

When Chance reached for the button and zipper of her cutoffs, undoing them in record time, his actions catapulted Donna from a state of controlled anxiety straight to desperate need, her conventional behavior and ideas momentarily skewed by her desire.

She lifted her hips up to help Chance divest her or her shorts. He took them and her thong off in one fell swoop. Russ took that moment to cup her face with both hands and lean in for a kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth at the same instant Chance’s finger dipped into her pussy.

Donna thrust her tongue against Russ’s with greedy force. He swallowed and echoed the moan she released when Chance put his mouth on her pussy and pressed his tongue against her vulva in one long, voluptuous stroke.

She whimpered, shuddering beneath the dual onslaught. The blitz on her senses was too much—too much and not enough to make her forget all about the Luthers and Dehlias of the world. She wanted to 172

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forget them, forget about her trip to the hospital and all the pain and angst, and enjoy herself for just this once, enjoy what she had been given, what had been provided.

Chance buried his face in her cunt, voraciously licking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough of her, coming up for air only long enough to nibble on and thumb her clit, doing his damnedest to launch her into oblivion.

When Russ slid one hand down her Henley top to cup and fondle her bare breasts before gently pinching one taut nipple, Donna pitched her hips into Chance’s mouth, burying her hands in his silky hair and holding on for dear life. She sunk her teeth into Russ’s full bottom lip, anchoring herself in each man’s reality right before she came on a violent rush of sensations.

But they weren’t through with her yet, and Donna wasn’t nearly through with them.

Russ reached for the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head before discarding the shirt across the room, leaving her completely naked while he and Chance were still fully clothed. Rather than feel vulnerable, she felt empowered—slightly chilled but empowered.

She moved to her knees, straddling Russ as she went for his belt with single-minded purpose and hunger. She had the belt and button undone before he picked her up, sat her back on the sofa, and stood to unbutton and shrug out of his shirt.

With a sharp intake of breath, Donna admired his hard-muscled torso, mesmerized by the tribal tattoo covering his left arm from shoulder to elbow. She followed the light brown hair dusting the area between his pectorals, a thin trail arrowing down beyond his navel, beneath the top of his boxers.

He toed off his cross-trainers as she watched him, then slid his pants and underwear down to the floor before stepping out of them and his socks, finally standing before her as naked as she, his hard cock jutting at her like a weapon.

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Donna almost forgot she wasn’t alone with him before she heard Chance’s heavy breathing behind her. She turned to look at him and saw that he was as mesmerized by Russ’s nakedness as she was. Or maybe it was the situation that had him flushed and perspiring. She knew it had her excited and scared and hypnotized all at once.

“Come here.”

At Russ’s low growl, Donna dragged her eyes away from Chance as he started to undress and turned back to his brother who had moved back to the sofa. She was standing between them again, each on opposite ends of her couch, staring at her like hungry predators.

She should have been afraid of being ripped apart beneath the force of their lust, but instead looked forward to doing some ripping of her own.

Russ extended his hand, and, summoned, Donna closed the distance between them until she was standing a hairsbreadth away from him.

She wrapped her hand around his hot, throbbing shaft, her fingertips just barely meeting around the width of him.

Russ arched his neck, hissing at her grip, the sound just barely masking the noise of a wrapper being opened behind her.

She glanced over a shoulder just in time to see Chance donning a condom before he stepped to her, his arms coming up to encircle her waist.

Donna leaned back into his sinewy, smooth chest, the moist head of his penis teasing the crack of her ass as Chance cupped and fondled her breasts and bent his head to kiss her nape.

Russ advanced until she was pressed between them, finally, just like in her fantasies.

Her breath quickened, blood rushing through and heating her entire body until she felt like she had been thrust into a furnace.

Russ produced a condom from Donna-didn’t-know-where, but when he put it in her hand, she didn’t care where, just that he had one, had thought ahead. “Put it on me.”

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Donna nodded at the command, ripped into the foil with her teeth and fingers, her hands shaking as she reached for Russ. He stepped back to give her room to work. She slowly slid the latex down over his erection, caressing and squeezing his tight balls and watching him shudder.

Chance pressed closer, sliding a hand between her thighs to tease her soaking cunt with his fingers, to make Donna join his brother in trembling.

“You taste so good, Donna.”

She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice so close to her ear and squeezed her legs together, imprisoning Chance’s fingers just after he slid two of them inside her.

“My turn,” Russ growled as he went to his knees before her, spreading her pussy lips wide with his thumbs as Chance removed his fingers and slid his hands back up to her breasts. He manipulated her nipples with gentle flicks and tweaks until Donna cried out.

Russ lapped at her vulva, plunging his tongue inside her like a man who’d been starved of a craving for far too long, alternately stroking and sucking, working in tandem with Chance as if they had done this a thousand times before.

Had they?

Donna barely had a moment to consider the question before she felt another orgasm barreling down on her. She felt the cold heat of it riding her spine, but Russ surged to his feet just as her vaginal muscles contracted.

“I want inside you when you come.”

And the forceful timbre of his voice said that he always got what he wanted.

A ridiculous argument formed on the tip of her tongue at his arrogance, an argument she couldn’t even put a voice to when he lifted her up against him, an argument that she knew she could never win.

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Donna automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking against his pelvis, rubbing her slit against the inviting, ridged hardness of his shaft before he lifted her further.

She stared down into his intense gaze as he lowered her onto the tip of his penis and was awed by his strength right before he thrust into her. Donna gasped, curling her body around him.

He held her like this for a long time, not moving, just effortlessly supporting her weight, and groaning when she squeezed her inner muscles around him.

After an endless moment, he slowly rolled his hips, grasping the globes of her ass tightly and spreading her cheeks wide, opening her for Chance’s access, again working in tandem as Chance stepped closer.

She felt the blunt head of his cock gently nudging against the tight ring of muscles at her back hole before he slowly penetrated her.

Donna’s breath hitched in her chest at the flash of pain, the shock of being impaled in the front and the back. She held on to Russ’s neck tight, buried her face against the skin between his shoulder and neck, and sunk her teeth in.

Russ held her against him firm, thrusting into her and simultaneously lowering her onto Chance’s cock. Chance pushed further until he was seated to the hilt.

“Oh God…” Donna held on to Russ, panting, totally stuffed and imprisoned between them. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, and damn, she didn’t want to, couldn’t imagine the emptiness of not feeling these two men against her, around her, inside her. It was as if this was always where she was meant to be,
how
she was meant to be, claimed by two men, claimed by these two men.

“Are you okay?” Chance asked, slowly rocking against her, kissing his way across her back and inhaling the scent her skin as if she was nourishment.

“I’m fine.” She was more than fine. She was great considering the way the day had started out.

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Donna looked into Russ’s gaze. She was consumed by the power of his gray eyes. “Are you?”

He grinned and thrust against her. “What do you think?”

She moaned and cradled her mouth against his throat again, sucking and licking the sore spot she had bitten.

“Are you ready to come?” Russ asked.

“What do you think?” Donna chuckled, but Russ immediately replaced her amusement with a flare of lust as he picked up his pace and drove into her from the front while Chance thrust up into her from the back, matching Russ’s rhythm.

Donna had nothing to do except let them take her, please her, and whimper at the ecstasy of it as they filled her.

The sound of thunder built in her ears as her body reached and reached and reached until it grasped its well-earned crescendo. Donna hurtled over the edge, welcoming it, keening and squeezing her legs tight around Russ while bearing down on Chance.

Like everything else, Russ and Chance convulsed in unison, each releasing hoarse shouts until Donna wondered if they were twins—

two halves of the same whole.

And they each belonged to her, if Angela was to be believed.

For the first time since her sister had been making predictions about and interfering in all her siblings’ love lives, Donna thought she might finally be a believer.

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Chance reluctantly slid out of Donna, bracing himself, holding her waist as he leaned in to kiss her smooth, delicate back. “I’m going to get rid of this,” he whispered, referring to the condom, but he didn’t think she or Russ had heard him. It was just as well.

He needed to get away, be by himself for a moment, too overwhelmed by the emotions and thoughts buzzing in the air.