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drill her new well.
    In those two days, she could seriously consider if she’d give these cowboys a test-drive or not. The way they’d flirted with her and the sly glances they’d traded made her believe they wouldn’t be scandalized if she suggested they all get naked together.
    Susan didn’t sleep around, but she’d had a few very nice relationships. She’d developed a kind of sixth sense about whether or not men were open to the ménage experience.
    Every instinct she possessed said these two would be.
    Susan blinked, refocused on the present, and went perfectly still. Colt and Ryder stared at her. She recognized the lust in their eyes. Her mind said she should get up and leave them to their papers. Her body shivered and then readied itself, gleefully, to receive hot, hard cock.
    “Care to tell us what you were thinking about just then, darlin’?” Colt’s voice settled in the pit of her belly, sending liquid heat through her body, adding sensual fuel to her burgeoning hormonal fire.
    “Not especially.” Susan couldn’t believe that heat bathed her cheeks and that those breathy, coy words had come from her mouth.
    “You don’t need to.” Ryder’s deep timbre affected her just as erotically as Colt’s.
    Susan couldn’t decide what to do. The atmosphere in the room had changed. Rarely had she experienced this kind of instant, hot arousal. Her skin pebbled in anticipation, her breathing hitched, and her pussy clenched as if already trying to keep a hungry cock within its greedy grasp.
    The sound of a chair scraping echoed as loud as a gunshot in the room. Susan looked up to see Colt looming over her. He looked like a man who’d made up his mind what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
    He reached out and drew her out of her chair, not stopping when she’d gained her feet, but pulling her inexorably closer to him, to his heat and his potent masculinity.
    “If you want this to stop, you have to say no right now.”
    She would. Yes, she would, she’d only just met these men, after all, and she only had their word on it that her brothers had sent them, and…
    Who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to say no. Oh, God, she didn’t want to say no. How long had it been since she’d felt this kind of heat and need humming through her blood?
    Never . She’d never felt this kind of all-encompassing instant hunger for a man, and she felt it for both of them.
    Colt inhaled, his eyes flared, and a very smug, very masculine smile blossomed on his lips. “Good girl. You’re as hot for us as we are for you, aren’t you?”
    She couldn’t answer, at least not in words. Only a sound emerged, a sound these two alpha males would have no trouble recognizing. The single moan of female need, of female surrender, puckered her nipples and slicked her sex. Her panties felt sodden, and she wanted them off of her body.
    “That’s what I thought,” Colt said.
    A second pair of hands fastened on her shoulders from behind. Colt’s left hand was now free, and he used it to cup her face. Broad palm, long fingers, Susan shuddered with the knowledge that his one hand was enough to gather her up and gather her in.
    “Yeah, you’re hot. Now, let’s just see how tasty you are.”

Chapter 3

    Colt didn’t care that they’d just met Susan Benedict. At that moment in time, he didn’t even care that her brothers had more or less set them up with her. The only thing he cared about was getting her naked and between them as quickly as possible.
    He moved down, moved in, and captured her lips with his. He meant to keep the kiss simple, a claiming and a tasting and a promise of things to come.
    Come . God, the taste of her went straight to his cock. His libido soared like it hadn’t done since he’d been a randy teenager bent on laying as many sweet young things as he could talk out of their panties.
    She gave herself to him, opening her mouth, sucking his tongue into hers, and then giving him her own so that he knew this