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now, can we?” She cupped his balls and guided his dick to her lips. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. In fact, I think I can cure you.”
    “No woman will ever cure me.”
    “Into boys, are you?” She dropped her voice to a low tenor. “I can pretend to be a boy, if that’s what gets you off.”
    Cory snorted behind her. “I don’t think that’s what he meant. But that might be fun.”
    Lacey stuck out her tongue and licked a circle around the head of Nick’s cock. “You can pull my hair if you like. I like it a little rough.”
    “Hot damn.” Cory scooted around Nick, his cock brushing against Nick’s hip.
    The older man shook his head. “I’m not into boys.”
    “Well, brother, I’m not into boys either, but if the lady wants both of us, I’m willing.” Cory grinned. 
    “Blah, blah, blah.” Lacey rolled her eyes. “All talk, no action and I’ll be on my way home to my trusty vibrator.” She licked Nick’s cock again, this time trailing her tongue down to the base.
    His member twitched.
    She smiled. “Like that?”
    He moaned. “God, that feels good,”
    “Been too long?” she quizzed.
    His lips twisted. “Way too long.” There was a story behind his words.
    Lacey was curious, but too hot to delve deeper at that moment. The dark, smoky-eyed look he gave her made her tingle all over. “Bet you want it hard and fast.”
    “I want it any way I can get it.”
    “Talk like that will go to a girl’s head.” She licked his head. “I’m beginning to feel like a freak being the only one who’s not naked.” Lacey raised her arms. When Nick didn’t move, she rolled her eyes. “That was a hint.”
    Nick snatched the hem of her tank top and ripped it up over her head. His breath caught and his eyes flared, his gaze on the rounded swells of her breasts.
    Lacey’s nipples tightened into tight little buds. She wanted him to take one into his mouth and suck hard. But he seemed a bit reluctant to initiate anything. “That’s a start.” Her fingers went to the button at the waistband of her shorts. 
    Nick brushed her hands aside, flipped the rivet through the hole and slid the zipper down, pushing aside the lace of her thong panties. The man groaned when his hand skimmed across her thatch of curly brown hair. His cock pulsed and his hands shook. 
    Lacey’s hopes rose. If his visible physical reactions were anything to go on, she had his interest, even it was given reluctantly.
    When the shorts and panties reached her knees where they were buried in the mattress, Nick pushed her gently back against the comforter and straightened her legs, tugging the shorts off her ankles.
    As soon as Nick slung her jean shorts to the floor, Lacey sprang back to her knees, her breasts bobbing in Nick’s face. After his dogged denial to participate, Lacey was even more determined to push Nick’s boundaries. And having both men in the room helped with her initial shyness over flirting with the brooding cowboy, emboldening her every move. She glanced over Nick’s shoulder at Cory. “Ever done it doggy-style, college boy?”
    Cory shrugged. “Sadly, my education has not included that particular position…yet.”
    “Then step right up.” She came up on her hands and knees and waggled her ass, so hot she thought she might self-combust before she got the ball rolling. “I’m wet and ready, whenever you are.”
    “You’re killing me, woman,” Nick said through clenched teeth.
    “I plan on doing a whole lot more to you before you die, cowboy. So hang around.” She took him full into her mouth, sucking hard, dragging him all the way to bump against the back of her throat.
    His fingers threaded through her hair and he moaned. “Holy hell, that feels good.”
    Lacey dragged her teeth across his velvety-smooth cock as she eased out to the tip. “Thought you’d like that.”
    Cory dropped to his knees behind her on the mattress.
    “Know your way around back there, college boy?” she