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Dante moved his hand up and cupped her breasts. She squealed as she reached for his hand but he was too quick. He pressed a thigh between her thighs and held her face between his hands.

“I’m comfortable now,” he said, lying over her. Then he kissed her softly.

Very quickly that kiss turned hotter. She felt his hand ease from her cheek, over her shoulder, then back to her breast. He massaged the mound as his tongue explored her mouth. She gripped his shirt, pulling him snugger against her.

He maneuvered his hand down lower and reached under her tank top.

She shifted her position to give him better access to her body. He had her all fired up. As Dante released her lips, he pressed the palm of his hand over the cup of her bra and to her breast. Holding his gaze, she saw the hunger in his eyes and she wished they were somewhere more private. Dante continued to spread kisses along her neck and collarbone then to her breast as he pushed the material of her tank top upward.

She grabbed ahold of his head as he licked the nipple then pulled it between his teeth.

Lori moaned then opened her thighs wider, thrusting her pussy against his ribs.

“We want you, Lori. We want to make love to you,” Charlie whispered, brushing his thumb ever so slightly against her cheek.

Dante nipped her breast and she jerked.

“Oh, Dante, what are you doing to me?” She could hear her erratic breathing.

She felt his mouth release her breast. Then he placed the bra back into position along with her top.

“Getting a little sample. But I want more.”

“So do I. Let’s go. We need privacy,” Trevor stated as he rose and began to pack up the stuff.

Dante got up and offered a hand to Lori. She stared at it a moment. She knew that if she accepted his hand and their proclamation of wanting her, then she was going to make love to them.

Charlie gave her a wink.

“Come on, baby. Trust us to take care of you.”

She took a leap of faith and placed her hand in Dante’s. As he pulled her up and against his body, he held her tight.

His palms moved down her back to her rear, using her—what she believed to be—big ass as leverage to press her body snugger against his.

“You’re going to be ours forever. We’re going to take care of you, the way you deserve to be cared for.”

* * * *

Such a large burden was lifted from her chest. She didn’t realize how much of a difference it made letting her feelings out and literally crying on Charlie’s shoulder.

Lori acknowledged these feelings of need running through her system. She needed Charlie, Trevor, and Dante in so many ways. In such a short period of time they had become important beyond anything she could ever imagine. She needed their presence in her life. She felt it in her heart as well as deep within her soul. But ultimately, right now, as they walked flanking her like guards of her body, she needed them physically. She’d saved herself out of fear, inopportunity, and hope that one day she could get that happily ever after she heard existed.

As they entered the front door to the men’s custom-built, two-level ranch, Lori absorbed her surroundings. She was surprised at how modern the design of the house was and how open the layout. There were two living rooms and one was decorated more elaborately than the other. She assumed that they considered that one the formal living room despite their use of a cowhide print rug under a glass-top, wrought iron table.

The dining room wasn’t as formal with rather large, bulky red maple furniture. The china closet spread across one entire wall and was more like three times the size of a traditional china closet. It seemed that they had very few items in it from what she could see and she wondered why they had chosen such a large piece.

As if reading her mind, Charlie explained about finding the piece at an old estate sale. He admired the detailed artistry of the etched woodwork that decorated the frame above the china closet. He purchased the matching hutch as well. Although it was very large, Lori could tell the detailed decoration was unique as she walked out of the dining area and into the kitchen.

It was gorgeous with its dark cherrywood cabinetry and fancy trim moldings. Some cabinets contained etched glass revealing crystal service ware and wine glasses.

The dark black-and-brown-speckled marble countertop was rich and sleek looking. She had never seen anything like it as she slid her hand over the top of the island.

“Do you like it? We installed it ourselves, as well as the cabinets,” Dante stated.

“You mean this is all custom made? The cabinets and everything?”

“It was a lot of work but we enjoyed d