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we’ll be fine with what’s here. For tonight, anyway.” Justin cast his hot glance at her. “Right, darlin’?”
    “Absolutely.” She rubbed her hands against the soft material of her skirt. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She was no bondage or ménage virgin. But there was something about these two men that made her want to please them. Give her body to them to enjoy.
    Justin closed the door, the lock snicking softly into place, and Angel shivered as both men took a good long smoldering look at her.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Tucker couldn’t take his eyes away from Angel’s full sensuous lips as her tongue peeped out and moistened the lower one. He immediately had an image of his cock resting on the plump flesh and sliding in and out of the hot well of her mouth. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she faced him, but over her head, his eyes met his brothers. They exchanged a look that their parents always called the twin signal.
    I can’t tell you why, but I think she might be the one. Tucker sent his silent signals to Justin.
    I agree. It feels right just this quick.
    Let’s find out if it works. But don’t go all broody on me right in the middle. Don’t bring Holly into the middle of this. That’s old history.
    Justin’s facial muscles tightened. You worry about yourself, little brother. I’m just fine.
    Tucker cleared his throat and put his hands on Angel’s shoulders.
    “Okay, darlin’. First things first. Safe word, please.”
    She looked from one to the other.. “Don’t laugh. Buckskin.”
    He swallowed a smile. “Yes, ma’am. Buckskin it is.” He looked at his brother. “So. Think we might ought to unwrap our little package here? See what the ménage fairy brought us?”
    Justin’s gaze heated. “I think that’s a damn good idea.”
    Still keeping his eyes on Angel’s tempting mouth, Tucker carefully eased the little buttons on the buckskin vest through the openings one at a time, letting the fabric fall naturally apart. As soon as it relaxed away from her body, her breasts spilled out and he captured them in his palms, their smooth heat scorching his skin.
    Holy shit!
    They were round and plump, the fine tracery of blue veins just visible beneath the creamy flesh. He hefted the weight, testing their firmness and brushing his thumbs over her ripe, swollen nipples.
    A delicate rosy flush colored her body, and her breathing hitched just from that slight contact. He locked his gaze on hers, dropping his hands for a moment so Justin could maneuver the vest down her arms and toss it to the side. Then his brother’s hands slid to the front, squeezing and kneading Angel’s breasts.
    “Nice and firm,” Justin murmured, easing Angel back so she was leaning slightly against him, his hands still cupping her breasts.
    Tucker pressed his nose against the slender column of her neck and inhaled. “Man,” he breathed, “she sure smells good.” Then he lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it.
    “Bet she tastes good, too,” Justin growled, licking the sensitive spot behind her ear.
    “I think some jewelry is in order here.” Tucker brushed his mouth against Angel’s. “Those nips will look mighty fine with some adornment on them, darlin’. You like having your nipples clamped?”
    “Yes,” she murmured, her voice low and syrupy. Desire flared in her chocolate eyes, and the pulse at the hollow of her throat accelerated. “Yes, I do.”
    “Then we’re happy to oblige.”
    Oh, yeah. Damn happy. Tucker could hardly wait to see those buds diffused as the blood rushed to them and the gold bars squeezed them.
    He sucked and pulled on Angel’s nipples until they were stiff and distended, just begging to be decorated. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger while Justin selected a pair of gold nipple clamps from the display on the table. It still amazed him how well they communicated silently, how after all these years of sharing