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her head back just as they each grabbed one of her arms and gasped when they yanked her fully onto the bed. She slapped at their hands when they pulled off her t-shirt and bra. “Hey, you’re supposed to rescue me!”
    “What fun would that be?” Joe growled, pinning her wrist to the bed. Then he ruined the effect by leaning over to claim her upside-down mouth in a kiss—that turned unmistakably possessive when he glanced up at Hake in the middle of it.
    Brent frowned. Was Joe getting cold feet about letting Hake have actual sex with Ariel?
    “One victim at a time,” Hake informed her as he lifted her hobbled feet into the air and climbed onto the bed to kneel at her butt. “Joe gets to be next.”
    Jerking up, Joe leveled a scowl at Hake as he sat sideways on the edge of the bed with one knee pulled up, his cheeks and ears turning red. “The hell I do.”
    “See? He’s fighting me already,” Hake told Ariel with a droll look.
    When Joe just rolled his eyes, Brent valiantly choked down a laugh and joined him on the edge of the large king bed, mirroring Joe’s position so he could maintain his hold on Ariel. Nobody could work Joe like Hake Stivers.
    Unzipping Ariel’s boots, Hake yanked them off, along with her socks, panties and jeans, and laid her long, slender legs on either side of him before stretching out over her. The sight of his fully dressed body settling into the cradle of her naked thighs was undeniably hot, as was her moan and the anxious roll of her hips against Hake’s.
    She tugged once on her arms, which Brent and Joe had pinned to the bed, and then strained to kiss Hake as he hovered over her.
    “You’re supposed to be fighting this,” he breathed into her open mouth, thumbing her rosy little nipples and making her writhe.
    “I don’t want to fight now,” she whimpered. “I want…” Relaxing into the mattress, she looked back and forth between Brent and Joe, a hesitant question in her arousal-darkened eyes. Brent noticed she didn’t look for Mandy’s permission—although it was pretty much a given since Hake was always the one who’d held back.
    Hake raised his head and rolled onto one elbow, resting one hand on Ariel’s breastbone and caressing the dip in her collarbone with his thumb. “Are we all still in green territory?” he asked, including Mandy in his visual polling.
    It was no surprise when they all wound up looking at Joe.
    His eyes widened. “What?” he demanded. “Did I say anything?”
    Hake watched him for a moment then crooked a finger at him, his expression serious. Joe frowned and leaned closer, obviously expecting Hake to whisper something in his ear. Instead, he captured the back of Joe’s neck and kissed him.
    Brent smiled. He could almost feel the irritation draining out of Joe—and the arousal that flooded in to replace it.
    Good old Hake. Brent had actually been relieved to see him today—the ready-to-run vibe he was getting from Joe lately made Brent think he was going to need some stout backup, and nobody could take the wind out of Joe’s sails quite the way Hake did.
    When Joe finally broke away, he said hoarsely, “You don’t fight fair.”
    “’Bout time you learned that,” Hake told him, breathing heavily himself as he popped the fly of his jeans open with one hand. He wasted no time in peeling down the front of his underwear and tucking it under his nuts before setting the head of his hard-on against Ariel’s cunt. “Don’t let go of Ariel, you two. She needs the connection.”
    When he settled on both elbows and eased down between her thighs, they both groaned. Ariel rolled her hips up to meet him, and the hand curled around Brent’s wrist tightened reflexively. He squeezed her wrist in return to reassure her and used his free hand to stroke her head, turned on as hell by the way sweat and the heat of arousal made her soft yellow hair curl around his fingers.
    When Hake had sunk fully into her, he rested his forehead on hers, his ribs