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  They shopped quickly, filling the cart with steaks, chicken, potatoes and vegetables. A few bottles of wine were added, as were the basics for breakfast and a few different kinds of fruit for snacking on throughout the day. Twenty minutes later, after they picked up everything they needed, they worked their way toward the front of the store.

  A display of bagged cotton candy stood at the end of their checkout lane. Riley grabbed one off the rack and grinned. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had cotton candy? I’m so getting this.”

  Garrett chuckled. “Woman’s got a sweet tooth, no doubt about it,” he said to Evan.

  “I thought you were more of a chocoholic?” Evan asked.

  “Well, yeah. That too,” she said. “But come on. Cotton candy? With the way it dissolves on your tongue? And the pure sugar rush you get afterward? It’s like the ultimate sweet-freak’s treat.”

  “Huh. If you say so.”

  He didn’t seem convinced, but she knew she could change his mind. “I do say so. And later, I’ll even prove it to you. I’ll prove it to the both of you. And I can assure you that before I’m done, you’re both going to love this stuff even more than I do.”

  Evan started to unload the cart onto the checkout belt, sliding her an intrigued look in between handling a carton of eggs and a quart of orange juice. “I’m all yours, babe. Prove away,” he said.

  “God, I love it when you get all defensive,” Garrett whispered, coming up behind her to help with the groceries. He laid a quick kiss on her neck, and she shivered. “It turns me on.”

  She knew it did. And that knowledge only amped up her need all the more, as did the thought of what she wanted to do with these two men, with this sticky-sweet candy, and an entire afternoon all to themselves.

  And with that sultry image rambling around in her head, she smiled, plucked another bag of the cotton candy off the rack and threw it into the cart.

  The atmosphere inside the SUV buzzed with an almost palpable sensual electricity during their short drive back to the beach house. None of them said very much, but then again, they really didn’t need to.

  A rush spun around them in the form of an unspoken understanding. It was as if they were all traveling along the same wavelength, with each of them knowing exactly what the others were thinking at precisely the same time.

  Get back to the house. Unload and put away the groceries as fast as they could—and then get naked.

  After Garrett pulled into the driveway and parked in the garage, they each grabbed a few of the grocery bags and damn near trampled each other as they rushed into the kitchen. Riley dumped hers onto the center island, digging through each bag until she found what it was she was looking for while the guys went through the motions of putting the rest of their haul away.

  She tore into the plastic of the cotton candy bag and breathed in deep. The sugary aroma of the pink treat made her mouth water. She tore off a piece, twisted the fluff between her fingers and slipped it into her mouth.

  God, it tasted just as she’d remembered. Like a summer day when she was ten. Or a springtime carnival ride that both scared and excited her. They were memories spun of innocent sweetness, yet now, as an adult, she knew each one held the potential for so much more.

  She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes while savoring the flavor until she opened them and found Garrett and Evan fixated on her. Their stares were reminiscent of last night—voracious and fierce and filled to overflowing with so much arousal she wanted to groan.

  “So yummy,” she said.

  Evan lowered his eyelids just enough, morphing his appearance from predatory to sensual with such quick ease her insides flipped. “Looks sticky.”

  She peeled another long strip off the candy and wrapped it around the tip of her finger before tossing the rest of the bag on the counter. “It is. And meltingly sweet.”

  “What a fucking combination,” Garrett said, capping off the statement with a growl as she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked.

  “It’s a good one,” she agreed. “But I can think of one even better.”

  His gaze matched Evan’s now—heavy-lidded, seductive and so damn sexy. She moved slowly to stand in front of him, reaching out to fist his t-shirt while keeping her eyes locked onto his.

  “Jesus,” Garrett muttered as she stuck her hands under his shirt and stroked across his tight abs. The dips and definition of his stomach teased her fingertips as she caressed him, as she headed lower. Swiping a finger under the waistband of his jeans, she found exactly what she was dying to find.

  His cock was deliciously thick and rock-hard. She brushed over the tip gently, back and forth, as he gripped the edge of the countertop and licked his lips. Evan leaned against the counter as well, crossing his arms over his chest as he settled back, watching them intently.

  Her movements were calculated and precise, and knowing she was driving Garrett—and yes, even Evan—crazy… God, it gave her such a rush. Garrett’s eyes were glassy now, but he was homed in on her and only her. His pinpoint concentration drove her higher and spurred her on more than little else ever could.

  Except maybe the thrill of having Evan look on from where he stood, not three feet away.

  She thumbed the button on Garrett’s pants and lowered the zipper, but she didn’t dive right inside to immediately free him. Instead she stuck her thumbs in at the sides and wiggled his jeans down, pushing them past his hips and thighs. As he helped her by kicking them the rest of the way off and widening his stance, the muscles along his thighs bunched and tightened, making her stomach react in much of the same way.

  He loved this, loved the feel of her mouth on him. And she loved it too. But this time around, she was going to add in a new little twist.

  She bit on her bottom lip and coyly reached for the bag of cotton candy. She unwound another long ribbon before gripping him with her other hand. She squeezed and pumped him once, twice, three full times before slowly twirling the spun sugar around the upper half of his penis.

  “Your cock,” she whispered, “and this cotton candy? That’s the best combination. It’s perfect,” she added, and then slowly lowered to her knees.

  She licked up the length of him once she got there, taking her time, reveling in his bold taste before adding the sweet sugar wrapped around his tip into the mix. The candy quickly dissolved on her tongue, leaving her to focus all her attention on the slick and sensitive head underneath.

  Which she did. Over and over. And hell, over again.

  He forked his fingers into her hair and held on to the nape of her neck. But he wasn’t guiding her like he had last night. No, he left the control to her this time, to do with him as she wanted.

  What she wanted was for him to come. What surprised her was Evan moving in beside her. He crouched down next to her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Take him all in,” he said. “Let him slide down your throat. Yeah, just like that.”

  He kissed her neck, her jaw, her earlobe, as she swallowed around Garrett’s cock. Garrett groaned while Evan breathed hard and unevenly against her cheek. She matched his breaths, all erratic and crazy and over-the-top out of control.

  He slipped his hand between her thighs and cupped her through her cut-off shorts. He held her firmly. Steadily. But it wasn’t enough. He could grind his hand against her until she melted into the floor and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  But that didn’t stop her from moving against him. With him. Chasing down his hand when he lightened his touch, moving her hips with him when he pressed a little harder.

  He slid in behind her, bracketing her legs with his while keeping his hand over her pussy. He snuck his other under her shirt to cup her breast, teasing her nipple relentlessly with the pad of his thumb. Her clit pulsed beneath the pressure of his fingers until she thought she’d go insane.

  Still, he couldn’t break her concentration on Garrett. She kept going, taking him deeper when she could, fisting and pumping his slick cock when she needed
a moment to suck back a desperate breath.

  “He’s close,” Evan breathed into her ear. “God, it’s as if I can feel it. It’s as if your mouth is on me too,” he said, holding her more firmly while pushing his hips against her ass. The hard ridge of his cock dug into the small of her back and she had to close her eyes at the feverish need thrashing around inside her. “Make him come, Riley. Make him come so I can spin you around and get these shorts off you. Make him come so I can slide inside this hot pussy. Make him come, baby, so I can make you come.”

  Oh hell yes. A dozen times, yes.

  He flicked the button on her shorts and worked his hand inside without lowering the zipper. His hand fit so snugly against her skin and his fingers were so warm. When she leaned back against him slightly, Garrett followed her, lifting his ass off the edge of the counter to slip deeper into her mouth.

  “You want to know what’s sweet? This,” Evan said, gliding his finger between her folds and brushing her clit before delving into her wet heat. “You’re so soft and slick and taste so perfect. Who needs candy when we have you?”

  His breathy words had her head spinning. His talented fingers had her clit throbbing. Much more of this and he’d make her come without ever getting inside her. And oh, how she wanted him inside her.

  When she moaned at the thought, Garrett pitched forward, catching himself with an outstretched arm on the edge of the center island’s counter. In one swift motion, he reached between his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt off over his head, leaving him to hover over her and Evan in all his delicious nakedness. His abs were drawn tight, veins popped along his neck and his biceps alternately flexed and relaxed between each up and down stroke of her lips and tongue. He was her own private slice of heaven floating just inches above her, her own flesh-and-blood paradise, and she loved him so achingly much.

  But a pang of a different sort snuck its way into her heart whenever she thought of, looked at or touched the man who knelt so closely behind her. The piercing twinge didn’t diminish how much or how deeply she cared for her husband. No, if anything, it heightened her love for Garrett even more.

  He caught her gaze then, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Babe,” he said. “God. Babe.”

  She knew that look, knew what those words meant. When he held her nape tighter and stilled her only moments before groaning, shuddering and bathing her tongue with his release, she covered Evan’s hand between her legs with one of her own and pressed just hard enough to steal a little orgasm away for herself. But instead of easing the thundering need inside her, all it did was make her crave more—more of their touches, more of their bodies, more of everything about them.

  When Evan slipped his hand from her pants and helped her to stand, Garrett leaned against the counter once more, breathing hard while shooting her a diabolic smile. He pulled her toward him, kissing her hard and fast as they both fought over the same elusive breath of air. Staying true to his word, Evan reached from behind her for the zipper on her shorts and shimmied the cut-offs and her panties down her hips. As she stepped out of them, half of her was lost in Garrett’s kiss while her other half became acutely aware of Evan reaching toward the counter for one of their beer-flight souvenir paddles.

  Oh fuck.

  Not three hours ago, she’d told him she wasn’t opposed to a little sexy spanking, and at the time she hadn’t been lying. But now…

  Garrett broke from the kiss and pierced Evan with a look filled to the brim with raging heat, but it was a look that also hurled a whole lot of you hurt her, and I’ll hurt you more right along with it.

  “Just a taste,” Evan said. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

  Riley didn’t know what got to her more, Evan saying he was skilled in sensual spankings or the eager yet apprehensive rush swimming around her insides at the thought of receiving one.

  As he edged in closer, though, as he smoothed the flat of his hand over her ass, she decided it was both. Both notions got to her, both had her clutching Garrett’s shoulders in a useless attempt to prepare herself for what she knew was coming. She dug her fingernails in and held on tight as Evan teased her with just his hand at first. Impatience zipped through her veins, but as it turned out, she didn’t have to wait very long.

  The first smack came directly in the center of her left ass cheek, followed promptly by another to her right. The sting from the polished wooden paddle bit into her sharply, lasting for only a split second before spreading outward in tingly warm echoes. Her resulting yelp turned low and gravelly too, when the sudden pain quickly spun into something a hell of a lot more pleasurable.

  “That,” Garrett whispered to her, “is fucking hot.”

  It was hot—burning hot. Yet in a twisted way, it felt so incredibly good. So good that the expectation of the next spank had her rising on her tiptoes and sticking her ass out even more.

  “Oh hell yeah,” Evan murmured.

  He chased away the fire racing over her skin with his palm as Garrett breezed his hands down her sides to grasp her hips. He held her still—or tried to at least. Nothing could keep her from wiggling just a little, from seeking out more from Evan’s hand. Or the paddle. Or a kinky mishmash of them both.

  She cried out when Evan spanked her for the second time, then moaned when he once more soothed her with his touch—only to have him do both all over again. By the third time she was biting her lip. By the fourth, she was trying her damnedest to keep her sanity. By the fifth and sixth time, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. She couldn’t keep her wits about her any more.

  “Okay,” she panted. “Uncle. Oh God, just…Uncle.”

  Evan stepped up behind her and kissed her neck while cupping her ass gently. “You did well,” he said. “That was—”

  “Amazing,” Garrett cut in, lifting her chin with his thumb. He didn’t waste any time picking up from where he’d left off, kissing the hell out of her and not giving her even a moment to catch her breath.

  “Definitely amazing,” Evan said on an easy chuckle. He set the paddle back on the counter only to start digging through the bags beside it. The condoms. Sweet Jesus, he had to be looking for the box of condoms they’d purchased at the store.

  Garrett trailed his kiss from her lips to her jaw before licking and sucking the rest of the way down her neck. In the next instant, he whirled her around in his arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. He made quick work of her bra clasp too, tossing the lacy garment to the side along with the rest of their clothes. On a growl, he reached for her again, drawing her now naked body back to lean up against his. The heat coming off his skin, his lips on her shoulder, his hands clutching her breasts… Torture devices, all of them. He was killing her little by little, one kiss, suck and caress at a time, and all she could do was let go of everything around her and drown in the sensations he was using to destroying her.

  Finding what he was looking for in the bags on the counter, Evan tilted his head and silently met her stare. He once more held her captive in the magnetic intensity she found in his eyes. He drew her in effortlessly, releasing expectant zings of a different sort to crisscross throughout her body. She was so ready for him, so ready for whatever he had in mind.

  And as he stripped, she could tell he was ready too. As he’d knelt behind her just moments ago, there’d been no mistaking how hard he was or how much her going down on Garrett had turned him on. But now, with the spanking added into the equation… His cock was so thick, so long and so flushed it almost seemed a shame to cover it with the condom he started to slowly, meticulously roll on.

  When he moved to stand in front of her, she held her breath at the power he held so easily in his body. The smile he gave her as he slid his hand down her thigh spoke clearly to his laid-back nature, even though the ferocity in his gaze contradicted everything that simple lift of his lips offered.

  He snuck his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg gently, setting her foot on the edge of the counter b
eside his hip. Dear God… In this position, with the way she was leaning back against Garrett… She reached over her head to wrap her hands behind her husband’s neck as he skimmed his down her sides to tuck his hands carefully under her ass. He lifted, arching back a little further as Evan closed in on her. With a quick dip of his knees, he hooked her other leg in the crook of his elbow, leaving her to practically hang suspended between these two powerful men.

  She started to breathe again—almost panting, really—but Evan remained so amazingly composed. The only thing remotely suggesting he was nearing his point-of-no-return limit was the fire blazing in his eyes and the way he stretched that condom to within a centimeter of its breaking point.

  “Easy,” he whispered, gripping the base of his dick in his fist and positioning himself between her thighs.

  He was there, right there, but for some crazy reason he wasn’t moving. She tried to wiggle against him in a lame attempt to torment him just as much as he was tormenting her, but the only thing she accomplished was driving herself even more out of her mind.

  “No, not easy. God, please, not easy.”

  In his next breath, he gave her what she asked for. He went at her hard, filling her in one deep plunge, pushing inside her with enough force that she and Garrett rocked backward together. She shouted, but not from any sort of pain. She shouted from the pleasure of it all—the way both men held her, the feel of Evan stretching her so perfectly, the heat of Garrett’s lips at her temple and his hands gripping her sensitive ass. And when Evan finally started moving against her, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stand it. Before, his touch didn’t seem like enough. But now? Now it was almost too much. Amazingly too much, yet all she could think of was how she just might die if he didn’t give her more.

  Not that she had to worry. He kept his pace quick, his strokes long and even. He was giving her exactly what she needed and she was so close to losing control.

  “Jesus, Rie. Jesus,” Garrett repeated in breathy pants against her ear.