Laura gave up fighting him. She allowed Rafe to take over. She softened her jaw and felt his cock sink further. Rafe’s movements took on jerky strides. She felt him pulse, and then he cursed and pulled out.

Laura looked up. Her mouth felt empty without his cock in it. His face was bunched and tight. “You didn’t like it?” His hands came out, pulling her up. “I was too close, bella . I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time. I want to get inside you. I want to feel your pussy.”

He picked her up and settled her on the countertop. He pushed her skirt up.

“Lift up. You don’t need this.” He ran his fingers along the edges of her underwear.

Laura lifted her ass up, and Rafe slid the offending silk panties off her hips. Cool air stroked over her heated flesh. Rafe forced her legs open. His cock thrust from the perfectly manicured nest of hair at the juncture of his thighs. Laura watched his cock. It was slick from her mouth. Suddenly Rafe palmed himself. He stroked his cock twice, the head weeping pearly pre-cum. He let go. There was the sound of a wrapper tearing, and then his hands were shaking as he rolled the condom over his cock.

God, was she doing this? Rafe Kincaid was covering his cock in a rubber so he could fuck her. What was she thinking? Her brain worked overtime.

“Don’t.” Rafe nearly groaned the command. “Don’t think.” But she couldn’t stop. There would be no going back. “Rafe, we should—”

“We should stop thinking and let it happen.” He pushed her knees wide and lined his cock up. “I need this. I fucking need you, Laura.

Don’t tell me no. Don’t you tell me no now.”

He held himself there, right on the edge of her pussy. His big cock teased at her. Laura felt her pussy pulse as though demanding the same thing Rafe was. Don’t say no. She wanted it so badly. Her body was begging for it.

“Look at it.” Rafe was looking down. “Look at how beautiful it is and tell me it’s wrong.”

Laura let her eyes follow Rafe’s line of sight down to the place where his cockhead sat poised at the entrance to her pussy. The head slipped just inside the labial walls, threatening the channel with sweet invasion. As Rafe’s hips moved, Laura could see that his cockhead was already coated with her juice.

“We’re beautiful together. It’s right. Let me have you.” One little thing kept her from wrapping her legs around him.

“Cam—”

“Thinks he wants to watch.”

Laura felt her heart almost stop at the words that came from the hallway. Cam stood there, pizza in one hand and a six-pack dangling from the other. His whole body was still. It was almost as though he was stopped in his tracks, and he couldn’t move. His handsome face was set in stone.

“Cameron.” Laura tried to push her legs together, but Rafe was still there. “We can’t. I can’t hurt Cam like this.” Rafe’s head turned, his dark eyes slightly desperate. “Cam, please.”

Cam set the pizza and the six-pack on the kitchen table. In two long strides, he crossed the space between them. They crowded into her tiny kitchen, their big bodies taking up all the space. Cam’s eyes softened, and he towered over her. He was a good two inches taller than Rafe, his body thick and corded with muscles. His eyes were blue, and they ranged from an icy, arctic color when he was angry to the bright, inviting blue of a perfectly kept swimming pool. His big hand cupped half her face.

“I wanted to be first, but I just had to go and get pizza. My momma always told me my gut would get me in trouble.” He kissed the side of her face and then turned back to Rafe. “Give me a show, buddy.”

The minute the words left Cam’s mouth, Rafe thrust in.

Laura groaned at the invasion. He filled her, stretched her taut. He worked his dick in, thrusting back and forth with determination, trying to get in.

“You’re so tight, bella . How long?” Laura didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He was filling her, making her ache with longing. “Years.”

She’d paid attention to her career. The FBI was a rough environment. It was still, in many ways, a good old boys’ club. She was a younger woman. She’d known if she’d wanted anyone to take her seriously, she couldn’t date another agent. The job was so demanding that she didn’t have time to meet anyone, and after meeting Rafe and Cam, she hadn’t really wanted to.

“I’m glad, bella.” Rafe leaned over and kissed her while he pulled on her hips and thrust in to his balls. She could feel them resting against her skin.

“I told you she’s been living like a nun.” Cam spoke quietly.

Laura turned slightly, and Cam was looking down. He was watching the place where Rafe’s cock disappeared into her pussy. His eyes were sleepy, and Laura could see his cock was pressing against his jeans. Something about Cam watching made her feel ridiculously sexy. He ran his tongue over his plump lips.

“He likes it, bella.” Rafe’s voice had gone hoarse. His hands trembled as he pushed her back so her body was laid out on the counter like a feast about to be devoured. “I think you like it, too.” Laura wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust her pelvis up.

There was way too much discussion going on. Her pussy was begging, and Rafe just held himself there. Now that she knew Cam wasn’t going to hate her, she wanted to move on. “I like it. I would like it a whole lot more if you would fuck me.” A rough look crossed Rafe’s face. His hands tightened on her hips and he pushed in even further, impaling her as far as his cock would go. “Demanding little thing. Lucky for you, I’m in a mood to be giving.”

He pulled out almost to the brink and thrust back in with a powerful swivel of his hips. Laura gasped. It felt so good, so right to have him deep inside her. He rammed his cock into her, his beautiful head thrown back as he fucked her. Over and over, he thrust, his cock hitting someplace deep in her pussy that she’d never known existed. It made her shake. Rafe adjusted his stance and thrust in one last time with a groan as he fingered her clit and sent her over the edge.

Laura let the orgasm pulse across her flesh. Rafe was still thrusting, holding their hips together as he pumped out his own orgasm. His whole body went rigid, and then he let himself fall forward so they were chest to chest.

“Thank you, bella. I’ve waited a long time for that.” He kissed her and then pushed himself up.

Laura started to struggle to get up, but suddenly strong arms lifted her off the counter, and she was cradled against a big, muscular chest.

“He was rough on you, baby,” Cam said, a hint of rebuke in his voice as he cuddled her close. Laura threw her arms around his neck.

Cam hadn’t given her a chance to fix her skirt. Her bare ass was hanging out, but Cam started toward the hallway. “He didn’t even get your clothes off. What was he thinking?” Laura was dazed as he kicked open the door to her bedroom and gently laid her on the queen-size bed. Only the light from the hallway penetrated the bedroom. Cam’s body was a huge shadow towering over her, but his hands were gentle as he reached out for the buttons of her blouse.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Rafe said, stepping into the doorway and blocking the light. “I just wanted to get inside her.”

Rafe flipped the light on, and Laura got a good look at him. He’d shed his shirt and his slacks. He walked into the room wearing nothing but his dark cotton boxers. Cam’s hands released the buttons on her blouse and smoothed it back, his touch light against her skin.

After the storm of making love with Rafe, Cam was so soft and tender that Laura relaxed into the bed.

It seemed unreal, like a fever dream, but she didn’t want to wake up. Her body was humming with satisfaction, and now another wave of arousal swept over her. As Cam looked down, she got restless with desire. Cam was here. Rafe was here. They weren’t rejecting her.

“And I want to make it last,” Cam said quietly. He sat on the bed beside her. “I want to see her. I’ve waited so long to see her without all these clothes.”

Cam was different than she’d expected. He was so big and badass that his sudden tenderness really disarmed her. When she’d thought about making love with Cameron Briggs, she’d imagined it would be wild and tempestuous, but emotion flowed from Laura as Cam flicked open the front clasp of her bra and uncovered her breasts. His eyes flared, and his hand trembled slightly as he brought it to her breast.

He grazed the peaks with his fingertips. Laura groaned as her nipples tightened under his touch.

“Do you want me to go away?”

Rafe stood at the edge of the bed. His eyes shifted from her to Cam. There was an awkward hesitance in his stance that she’d never seen before. Rafe was always confident.

Cam turned slightly, and Laura got the feeling that Rafe hadn’t been talking to her. He was talking to Cam. “Do you want to stay?”

“I do. I wasn’t sure I would, but I do. I want to watch you with her.”

Cam nodded. “Then stay. But we’ll have a lot to talk about come morning.”

Laura would have asked about that, but Cam leaned over and put his mouth on her breast. She couldn’t think past that tongue licking on her flesh. He was stretched out beside her, still dressed. The rough denim rasped against her side. She wanted him on top of her, but he held back. Laura wiggled, the sensation causing her to move. Cam’s hand came down on her arms.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. I want to enjoy you. Let me make you feel good.” He spoke the words against her skin, lighting it up with prickles of fire.

Laura relaxed and let her hands find his hair. Cam kept his golden hair short, but it was soft, so soft. The lips at her nipple suddenly pulled and tugged. She felt the soft scrape of his teeth on her flesh. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and lavished it with affection. He whirled his tongue around and around before kissing his way to the opposite breast and starting the process again.