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Chance gawked as Russ stalked to the adjoining master bathroom and closed the door.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, gently placed her on her stomach on the bed, and unknotted the rope tied around her wrists.

Donna rubbed the slightly chafed area, then propped herself up on her elbows and patted the space beside her. “Sit with me.”

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Chance did and reached out to run the back of his hand over her jaw. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” She reached for his crotch, stroking his erection through the denim.

Chance hissed out a breath and closed his eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to take care of me?”

He opened his eyes to stare at her. “Why?”

“Because Russ told you to.”

“No.” Chance shook his head. “I mean why did you let him do that to you?”

“Because I wanted him to.”

“Really?”

“I know you don’t understand it, and I don’t understand it all myself.”

“You’re right. I don’t understand it.”

“But, I enjoyed what Russ did to me. I
needed
it.” She made quick work of undoing the button and zipper on his jeans and reached inside to grasp his hard cock. “Being here with you and Russ makes me feel alive, like I’m a part of something important, like I matter.”

“You matter to me. You’ve always mattered to me.”

“I know.” She lowered her head to lick the head of his penis, dipping the tip of her tongue into his slit to scoop out the jewel of pre-cum. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Are you reading my mind now?”

“No,” he said.

“But you did earlier. I felt you.”

His face and the tip of his ears got hot with a blush. “I did.”

She smiled. “I guess we’re all comfortable with each other now, huh?”

Not comfortable enough to say “I love you,” which was what Chance wanted to say, which was what he almost
did
say right before Russ opened the bathroom door and came back into the bedroom with a white terry towel draped around and riding low on his hips.

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Chance saw the turbulent look in his brother’s eyes and wondered if he was at all ready for Round Two.

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They just thought he was so stupid, like he didn’t know how to keep a low profile or stay below the radar of the authorities and away from their attention.

He could smell a cop a mile away. He had a lot of experience recognizing them and consequently avoiding them. He wouldn’t have survived and lasted as long as he had had he not been adept at assimilating and thinking fast on his feet.

The cop was in an unmarked car sitting there in the driver’s seat like
he
hadn’t spotted him. What a joke. Guy stood out like a pit bull in a litter of dalmatians, even in plain clothes, not like
him
, who knew how and when to infiltrate and blend in. He would have been caught, exposed a long time ago, if he didn’t know a few tricks.

But maybe this was the cop’s plan. Maybe he wanted to make it obvious that the heifer was being watched and followed. Maybe he thought he was trying to deter another attack just with his presence, scare off her stalker.

The tactic might have worked if the cop was dealing with an average Joe.

But he wasn’t average, nor was he going to be deterred, and he definitely wasn’t going to get caught.

Sure he’d had a few reckless moments and close calls, especially lately. But this was because he was so close to getting what he wanted. He was ready to make a move. He just needed the right opportunity to take out his nemeses and then declare his love for Russ.

And finally come out of hiding.

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* * * *

“Because men hurt women. I could never trust a man not to hurt
me…”

Russ’s heart just about shattered when Donna said that, to think that she had been so scarred, was so jaded about men.

He and Chance had a lot of work to do to erase what other men had done before them, and Russ was beginning to doubt his ability to make Donna trust them, love them.

Damn, he was falling in love.

He was glad he hadn’t slipped up and said it earlier when she had been on his lap and at her most vulnerable. She wouldn’t have been able to appreciate the sentiment, would have had another reason not to trust him.

Besides, it was way too early in the game to start throwing that word around. At least it was too early for him, especially when he wasn’t sure
how
he felt. Russ didn’t know what Chance’s thoughts and feelings were on the subject, but from the way he looked at Donna, Russ suspected his little brother was halfway in love with their girl too.

Russ paused several feet from the end of the bed, his cock throbbing beneath the towel as he noticed Donna with her face in Chance’s lap, enthusiastically sucking his cock.

He closed his eyes to listen to the slurping sounds and Chance’s responding moans. He inhaled the aroma of sex in the air, his breath hitching in his chest at the idea of Donna’s lips on his brother. Russ didn’t know whether to be jealous or excited, both emotions rushing through him and making him glaringly hard.

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shuddered, fisted her hair, and released a husky cry as she swallowed his essence.

Donna lifted her head, lovingly licking and nibbling Chance’s shaft, unaware of Russ’s presence as she finished off by kissing the head of Chance’s cock.

“I love the way you taste,” she murmured.

The sound of her throaty whisper almost had Russ marching across the floor to snatch her from Chance, but he took a mental step back and counted to ten before yanking the towel from around his waist and dropping it to the floor.

“Can I taste?”

Donna glanced at him over her shoulder, staring as she took in his state of undress.

He closed the distance between them until his knees pressed the foot of the bed, his ramrod cock proudly jutting toward her and waiting for its turn at ecstasy.

Donna licked her lips. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Come here.” Russ proffered a hand and watched as Donna got to her feet with catlike grace to take his hand and stand before him.

“Is there something you wanted, sir?”

“Your mouth. On me.” He watched as she started to lower herself to her knees and caught her around the elbows to bring her back to her feet. “No. Kiss me.”

She frowned. “Are you sure?”

Russ stepped to her and bracketed her face between his hands. “I want to taste you. I want to taste Chance on you.” He listened as Chance hissed, standing behind Donna and gawking. “Take off your clothes, Bro, and get what we need.”

Russ didn’t wait to see if Chance obeyed, just lowered his head and drew Donna’s face closer. He pressed his lips to hers, didn’t know what drove his need until he teased the seam of her lips and
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sampled the basic, bittersweet taste of his brother on her and his groin tightened with hunger and ownership.

“Open, and give me your tongue,” he rasped against her mouth.

Donna obeyed, thrusting out her tongue to swirl around and duel with his.

Even in this simple act, she exhibited the need to be strong and in control and not susceptible to the physical urges Russ instigated, instead wanted to conquer them.

He nipped her lower lip, then sucked her tongue into his mouth, swallowing down the moan she released before sweeping his tongue into her sultry, sweet mouth, taking over the kiss.

She pressed her lower body against him, and Russ felt her dew on his upper thigh as she rubbed against him. “Please…”

He didn’t need to hear more before he plunged a finger into her wetness, exploring her inner hot depths with slow, purposeful strokes until she dragged her lips from his, panting as she arched her neck.

She gripped his biceps and curved one leg up around his hip, desperately opening herself up to him, giving him better access.

Russ marveled at the wanton look of surrender splashed across her face, her peaches-and-cream complexion flushed pink.

He lowered his head again, tempted by the burnished glow of her skin beneath the lamplight in the room, and drew his tongue along the tense column of her neck, biting and kissing his way back up to her mouth.

Russ sucked her full lower lip before taking her mouth with his and delving into her pussy deeper. He added a finger, scissoring and thrusting them in rhythm to Donna rocking her hips against his hand.

He found her swollen clit with his thumb, alternately pressing and flicking the nub until Donna whimpered.

“
Russ!
”

And with that fierce cry, he jerked his fingers out of her.

Donna stumbled against him, bracing herself with her palms on his shoulders. “Why?”

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“I wasn’t ready to let you come yet.”

“Am I still being punished?”

“Oh, yeah.” He clasped her around the shoulders and felt her body vibrating in his hands. She was like a live wire, the air charged around her as if she was an approaching tornado.

She leaned her forehead against his chest. “Please, make me come, sir. Please
finish
it.”

The need in her voice twisted his heart and made his dick contract, but Russ held firm, eyeing Chance as his brother took a step behind Donna.

Russ released her as Chance pressed against her back, and Donna gasped at the unexpected contact.

Chance brought his arms up around Donna to cup her breasts, drawing her back to lean against him while he tweaked and rolled her hard nipples.

Donna put her hands over Chance’s, grinding her ass back against him.

Russ’s heart hurried at the stunning picture they made together—

carnal and vigorous, evocative and sensuous. He grasped his shaft and lightly pumped it as he watched them, Donna’s encompassing gaze sending a shudder through him before she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and leaned her head back to rest against Chance’s shoulder.

Chance slid a hand down Donna’s body, caressing the glistening, soft skin covering her ribs and farther down to her hips, languidly fondling as he made his way to her pussy.

Russ licked his lips, firmly fisting himself now as he saw Chance slide his middle finger into Donna’s wet heat.

She bucked back against Chance with a little gasp, and Russ began to pump himself in earnest, closing his eyes and listening to the orgasmic sounds of Chance finger-fucking Donna.

“Don’t stop…Don’t…stop…”

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Russ couldn’t have expressed it better. His body reacted in kind, his full balls constricting against his groin and the blood rushing straight from his head to his dick. He rubbed the distended head of his penis on Donna’s slightly rounded belly, right before white lightning struck his lower body, and he came on a long groan.

He opened his eyes moments later to see that he had found Chance and Donna’s rhythm, rolling his hips near her pubis as Chance rocked his hips against her ass. Russ circled her navel with his cock head, just avoided brushing his brother’s wrist, smearing his cum on Donna’s belly until he was empty, and Donna cried out as her own orgasm crashed down on her.

She turned in Chance’s arms and threw her own around his neck.

“Hold me, Chance. I can’t stand on my own anymore.”

He chuckled and scooped her up into his arms, feverishly kissing her face as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Russ understood the sentiments perfectly. He wanted to taste all of her himself.

He watched as Chance laid her across the bed on her back and Donna flipped onto her side to face him, her face propped up by one hand.

“Are you going to punish me some more?” She switched her gaze from Chance to Russ, holding him in abeyance with her intense expression as she licked her lips.

Russ mimicked her gesture, licking his lips as he crawled onto the bed behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He pulled her back against him, his hard cock teasing her back opening, the warmth of her reaching the deepest, darkest parts of him.

“You want me inside you?”

“Oh, yes.”

Her voice sounded faraway, as if she was half asleep and caught in an erotic dream she wanted to experience in real life, real time.

Chance wordlessly reached over Donna to hand Russ a tube of lubricant and a condom before donning a condom himself.

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Russ opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount onto Donna’s ass.

“That’s cold.” She shivered.

“Let’s see if we can do something about warming you up.” He smacked her ass, then gently rubbed the lube over the sensitive area.

Donna purred, turning her head and reaching for Russ’s mouth with her own.

Russ accommodated her, fusing his mouth with Donna’s and thrusting in his tongue in synch with his fingers applying the lubricant around and just inside her entrance.

He didn’t know how she had been able to take Chance with only her own natural dew since his brother was sizable. But he was sure it would be a lot more difficult for her to take him in the back without the proper amount of lubrication to ease the way.

Once done, Russ opened the condom and quickly rolled the latex down over his rigid shaft, teasing the crack of Donna’s ass with the underside as he rocked his hips against her, prolonging the torture and waiting for Chance to put his talented fingers and mouth to work.

Russ watched as his brother lay on his side and positioned his face between Donna’s legs, spreading her labia with his thumbs.

Times like these, Russ welcomed his brother’s mind-reading abilities, liked that he didn’t have to verbalize everything, just had to think about something he wanted done and Chance would automatically do it.