And then, one hand on her hip, he did push into her. She gave a sharp cry at the fiery sting. Her whole body tightened. Chris didn’t move, Dag pulsed inside her. “Okay?” Chris asked.

“It hurts,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I want to, but…”

“Take it slow,” Dag said, stroking her hair.

None of them moved for long moments, hearts pounding, breath catching. She knew it must be hard for both of them to do that, and she willed her body to relax. She took a deep breath and buried her face against the side of Dag’s neck. “Okay,” she said moments later.

Chris pushed in a little farther and she jolted again, flames licking around her ass.

“Bear down,” Dag whispered in her ear. “Don’t try to tighten on him.”

She did what he said, and amazingly Chris slid in farther. Sensation exploded through her body, heat and light, wild and fiery. She cried out again. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” she babbled. She bit her lip, kept her face hidden, felt perspiration run down the side of Dag’s neck. She licked him there, warm and salty. He shuddered.

The wicked sensation of being filled by two men had fire streaking through her body, lighting up every nerve ending. She let out a long, deep groan of pleasure.

They began to move in her, finding a rhythm together, their cocks stroking not only her but each other, reminding her of the night she’d done that to them, that shockingly forbidden act that had brought them to orgasm so fast she knew they’d liked it, whether they’d wanted to admit it or not. She remembered how they’d leaned their heads together, how they’d clasped each other’s shoulders, their cocks joined in her hands, and her tummy did that flip of excitement. That had been a moment of togetherness she hadn’t felt in all their threesome encounters, where the two men had displayed some affection for each other as well as her. Could they feel each other inside her? They had to.

Her body burned, sensations sizzling over her flesh, a swirling pleasure inside her coiling up and building. It scared her, the intensity of it—she was afraid her body was literally going to explode with it, it was so huge and ferocious, so all-encompassing, taking over her and lifting her out of herself. She floated and flew, her body surrounded by an edgy shimmer of heat.

Four hands moved on her, two mouths, as Chris bent over to kiss her back, both of them thrusting into her in hard strokes, taking her body, taking her heart, taking her soul. When she did explode, she came apart, crying out over and over again, the sensations so sharply exquisite it was almost beyond bearing.

“Fuck,” Chris muttered, fingers digging into her hips. “Dag? You close?”

“Yeah.” The word was dragged out of him. His hands tightened in her hair, his hips moving beneath her. “Yeah…fuck…now…aw, Christ.”

With matching tortured groans, they came inside her, Chris flooding her ass with his hot come, and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out again. “God, oh god, oh god.”

They collapsed into a sweaty heap of bodies, gasping for breath, hearts thundering. All Kassidy knew was sensation, an erotic haze of dazzling pleasure.

They slept for a while, dozing lazily, then Chris disappeared into the bathroom to wash up, and came back with a warm wet cloth that he used to clean her. He’d never done that before, clean her up after sex, and the tenderness of the gesture made her insides go all soft, especially as Dag held her and gave her soft little kisses on her mouth, her cheek, her eyelids while Chris washed her. She felt so incredibly cherished and loved.

When she floated up from sleep a while later, the lamp still on, she studied both men—Chris’s light brown hair streaked with gold, his lightly tanned skin, faint shadow of beard and his big, muscled shoulders revealed by the sheets halfway down his back; and Dag’s sweep of silky dark hair across his forehead, his complexion swarthier, his beard heavier and darker in that bad-boy way. Her chest constricted—and then fear grabbed hold of her in a tight grip.

What was she afraid of?

She closed her eyes, fighting a wave of panic, wrestling with the urge to scramble out from under the covers and get the hell out of the bed. What had she done? What had they done?

She tried to breathe, slowly, filling her lungs, letting it out little by little. This had all been sexy and fun, but what they’d done had been so erotically intimate, she couldn’t help but be affected by it. Emotions rose inside her, a fierce, almost angry rush of intense affection—for both of them—including Dag.

She couldn’t feel that way about another man. She was in love with Chris. Since the day they’d met, attraction had deepened into lust and like and then into love. He was everything she wanted. So how could she be feeling this for Dag? Feeling…what felt like…love. A different love, because he was a different man, but no less powerful.

Tears burned her eyes and she covered her face with her hands.

“Hey.” Chris pulled her hands away from her face and rose above her, concern etching his forehead into furrows. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Did we hurt you?”

“No.” She rolled her head on the pillow and realized Dag was awake too as his hand came to settle on her tummy. “I’m fine. Just feeling…god, I don’t know what I’m feeling. Overwhelmed.”

The touch of their hands on her spoke only of tenderness and respect and affection—and made her chest expand and swell with the same feelings for them, and a longing to show them how she felt even if she didn’t understand it herself. She wanted Chris to know she loved him—he had to know she loved him, despite the confusion she was experiencing. But she also wanted Dag to know she cared too, because even though he was a tough bad boy who apparently didn’t need anyone, she couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling excluded, extraneous, unwanted.

Once again, she faced the dilemma of how to please two men at the same time. Last night they’d taken care of her, worshipped her, both of them at the same time, and today she wanted to do that for them. Faced with too many choices, she rolled over and climbed over Dag, kissing his chest, rubbing her cheek against the hair there, nibbling at his nipples. He jerked when she did that, encouraging her to do more.

“Oh sweetheart,” he groaned. So she licked and sucked there, and Chris got the hint and moved behind her. He stroked her butt with gentle hands.

“You sore, babe?” he asked, voice husky.

“A little.” She lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder, letting the invitation show in her eyes. “But I’m okay.”

She gave one last nip to Dag’s flat brown nipple then scooted down his body to take him in her mouth. She pushed his thighs wide with an urge to explore him, all of him, and her fingers found his tight balls, stroked over the soft flesh, lightly furred, tugged experimentally. She got another low groan, so her fingers continued playing as her mouth tasted him.

“Fuck me, Chris,” she said, long moments later. “While I suck on Dag.”

“Oh yeah.”

She let her fingers wander lower, behind Dag’s balls, and to her surprise, Dag lifted his hips to let her. She stroked around the puckered hole of his anus, remembering the sensations that had evoked in her last night. Was it as pleasurable for him? She hesitated, because once she’d tried this with Chris and he’d immediately stopped her from touching him there. She guessed some men didn’t like it, but Dag seemed to…love it. In fact, he pulled his legs back even farther.

“Yeah, baby, oh yeah…” His next words shocked her. “Lick me there. Lick my balls…” And when she did… “Fuck! Oh yeah!”

She dragged her tongue over the loose skin, felt the solid roundness inside, sucked one into her mouth and let it pop out. God, oh god, she loved doing this! She sucked his other testicle, then held his cock up, pushed his balls up too, and licked the taut skin below, inhaling the musky male scent of him there in that most intimate of places. Daringly she kissed his ass cheeks with nibbling kisses and then firmer sucks.