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say it straight out.” She looked up at Anthony. “Having your cock inside me, that was the best ever.” Then she looked over her shoulder. “But I need Toby inside me, too.”

Mary wondered at the way Anthony and Toby looked at each other. She might have thought they weren’t happy with what she’d just said, but the expression Anthony put on—one she thought signaled he was pleased—stopped that thought in mid-formation.

“Good.” The one word coming from Anthony eased her mind, and her heart. Toby didn’t say anything. He just adjusted her position so that her right leg was on Anthony.

Then he entered her from behind.

“Like this?” Toby kissed her ear. “My best friend is holding you while I make love to you, and it’s the best moment, ever.”

“Toby and I both have the same reaction because this is what we were made for. And you needed the both of us to feel complete, because this is what you were made for, too.”

Mary would think about all of that, but later. At the moment, her ability to think was being completely derailed by the naked men who surrounded her.

Anthony leaned down and mated his mouth to hers. Her tongue danced with his, and she drank him in, even as Toby’s cock was sliding in and then out, over and over and over again.

Hard, hot, his cock claimed her. The sweat of his chest coated her back, and she took in his essence just as she would soon receive his sperm. He sucked on her shoulder then bit, and her arousal shot impossibly high then higher still.

The friction and the heat of one lover fucking her while her other lover held her, the scents of them, and just the sheer joy of being with them at this time and in this place filled her heart and seared her soul. Her arousal soared. Here, in this bed, the two parts of her psyche, thought and feeling, merged. Nearly transcendental in scope, this moment became everything.

Toby placed a hand low on her belly and pulled her into his thrusts, and Mary felt herself transform into a woman of pure sensation. She canted her hips back, pushing against his thrusts, and felt the tingling of near completion race through her body.

He used a single finger to reach lower then lower still until he caressed the place where his cock impaled her and found her clit. He rubbed as he thrust, and she reached an even greater degree of horniness.

Higher and hotter and close, oh so close. She could sense it, just there, just out of reach. Desire turned to need and morphed into desperation in a heartbeat. She had to taste rapture once more.

“That’s it, baby. Reach for it. Come for me. Come with me.”

The low whispered words tickled her ear and fused the connection between emotion and sensation. Mary cried out as her climax rolled over her, as she came over and over again. The pleasure, fierce and piercing, enveloped her, convulsing her over and over as it ravaged her again and again. Toby’s guttural growl and the sensation of his pulsing cock told her he was right with her, stroke for stroke, wave after wave.

She clung to the man in her and the man holding her, and she knew that this, this was what she’d been made for. And she knew that if she lost it, if she lost them, then life for her would cease to have meaning.

* * * *

This wouldn’t be Anthony’s first time at Angel’s Roadhouse, of course. Since he and Toby had become partners and discovered they were brothers from another mother, he’d come to the eatery nearly every Friday night. During the course of those evenings, he’d gotten to know Toby’s brothers, Sean and Noah, and their wife Brittany. He’d already become a friend of the family before any of the Kendalls or Benedicts had arrived from out of state. Now, he didn’t think there were many who made Lusty home he hadn’t at least met.

It was a lot later in the evening than planned when he pulled his Lincoln into the lot. He couldn’t regret that they were having a late supper, considering how the three of them had spent the last few hours. “Looks busy tonight,” he said.

“Weekends and Mondays are the busiest, I’ve been told,” Mary said. “But different members of the families have date nights through the week, and of course, there’s the inevitable traffic from Gatesville and even Waco. The result is that most nights here are busy.”

“You take in information,” Toby said, “just like a cop does, I think.”

Anthony could see that Toby’s opinion pleased Mary. He got out of the car and walked to the hood and waited for Toby and Mary to join him. As he watched, Toby’s head came up and his gaze went slightly unfocused. Anthony knew that look.

“What is it?” His partner appeared…wary. That, of course, put Anthony on alert. Cop senses didn’t punch a time clock. They lived within him, always.

“I don’t know. I feel as if…as if we’re being watched.”

“Us or you?” Anthony asked.

“I don’t know. Just a sense…and one I can’t shake.”

Mary took the moment to stretch in a way that appeared casual, but Anthony knew she was scanning the entire parking lot. “I don’t see anything or anyone.” Then she looked at Anthony. “But I kind of have an itch between my shoulder blades, too.”

“Okay. Let’s act like nothing’s off and get ourselves inside.” Anthony was on full cop alert. He kept his head pointing toward the door but opened his senses. There were a few places a person could hide unseen and still keep them under surveillance. There was a thick growth of trees straight ahead, spread mostly behind the roadhouse, that stretched toward the state highway. As well, there were sufficient little rises and dips in the fields on all sides where someone could conceal themselves and observe the parking lot.

Not to mention someone could be hidden from their view