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Blake’s heart beat hard as he stared down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever had the pleasure of taking to his bed. She had run from him, but he wasn’t going to let her get away again. Not when the chemistry between them was hot enough to set them both on fire. The only thing that made this more electric to his senses was the hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Blake never shared anything that belonged to him... except with Mason. They hadn’t lied to Hazel: they were as close as brothers after all they’d been through over the years. It was hard to explain, but while he had no physical attraction to Mason, he enjoyed seeing his friend experience pleasure, especially with Hazel. It felt right, the three of them together like this. And now his friend would taste the sweetness of Hazel Callahan and it would change Mason forever, just as it had changed Blake.

“Kiss her,” Blake said.

Mason’s lips kicked into a grin. “Gladly.”

He walked around to the other side of the bed and came up behind her, naked except for his jeans. Blake licked his lips as Hazel tilted her head to look at Mason over her shoulder, hunger in her eyes. If he hadn’t been watching so closely, he would have missed the flush of her skin that proved to him that she liked the way Mason stalked toward the bed and that she was into this predator-and-prey play. His feisty little Hazel was a spitfire when they faced off professionally, but in the bedroom? She was a kitten—sweet, fuckable, and adorable when she was hunted like this and caught. Then she became a firecracker that any man would die to hold on to, even if she burned him up.

While she was distracted by Mason stalking up to the bed, Blake gently grasped Hazel’s ankles and pulled, sending her flying flat onto her back on the bed. She gasped, but before she could properly respond to Blake, Mason climbed onto the bed near her head and leaned over, kissing her upside down. A powerful shiver went through Blake’s entire body as he heard Hazel groan. He saw Mason’s tongue flick between her lips, and his hands captured her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He and Mason had her between them now, utterly at their mercy, and they were going to enjoy every second of this.

Grinning, Blake hooked his fingers in the lace of her panties and dragged them off her body, baring her sweet sex to him. Then he knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed and pressed her thighs wide with his palms. He loved worshiping Hazel on his knees. It had been too long since he’d feasted on her. He took his time, pressing soft kisses into her inner thighs and the top of her mound before he flicked his tongue over her clit as it peeked out from its hood. She jerked at that little swish and swirl of his tongue, and she whimpered against Mason’s mouth. Damn, there was nothing better than the sound of her muffled reactions while Mason kissed her.

Blake moved his mouth down to her slit. She was soaking wet, his good little girl. He dragged the flat of his tongue deep into her, lapping at her before sucking on her clit, and she writhed hard enough that he had to pin her knees flat on the bed to keep her open and still for his slow seduction. Between long, teasing licks, he lifted his head to watch Hazel and Mason kiss. She was completely surrendering to Mason’s masterful attentions.

Blake had a wicked idea as her thighs trembled under his hands and he realized she was close to coming.

“Mason, give our girl something to suck on while she comes.”

Mason gave one more sweet nuzzle against her lips before he pulled back to look down at her. “You want that, sweetheart? You want to suck me off while Blake tongues you?”

Her lovely hazel eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she nodded eagerly. Mason sat back on his heels on the bed and unfastened his jeans, letting his cock spring forth. He moved closer, cradling her head as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Mason groaned at the first touch of her lips around the crown of his cock. When she took him deeper, his eyes rolled back in his head. Blake laughed softly, then slid two fingers into Hazel. She moaned around Mason’s cock and tilted her hips, begging Blake to penetrate her deeper.

Mason lightly fisted a hand in her hair but didn’t push her head toward him. He simply held on to her while she chose her own pace to torture him. Blake knew she was good at that, torturing a man with pleasure. Hell, he was tortured right now because he wanted to be inside her. But he had a rule with Hazel. His good girl always came first.

Mason threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as he fought off the need to come.

“Make her come, Blake,” Mason demanded harshly. “I want her to scream around me.”

Blake slid three fingers into her wetness and then curled his fingers to stroke the spot deep within that made her flinch and whimper. He continued thrusting and stroking, using his thumb from his other hand to rub circles over her clit.

“Come for us, baby,” Blake breathed. “Let Mason feel you scream with pleasure.”

She only made it two more strokes before she came. Her cry was muffled as she tried to take Mason deeper.

“Easy, sweetheart, I’m too big for that,” he warned and pulled back, but Hazel tried to stop him by hooking her fingers in his jeans pocket and tugging him closer.

“I’m not gonna last,” Mason warned Blake. “She’s too fucking good at this.”

“Take my spot.” Blake nodded at where he stood between Hazel’s parted thighs.

“You sure?” Mason moved away from Hazel, and she fell back onto the bed, gasping from her orgasm.

“Yeah, I am.” Blake moved out of the way and crawled across the bed to lie beside Hazel. He cupped her face, turning her so she would meet his gaze.

“Mason’s going to fuck you, baby, and I want to watch him do it.”

A moment’s uncertainty passed across Hazel’s face.

“You don’t want to?—”

He understood what she feared, that he didn’t want her enough to take her.

“Oh I do, baby. I do. But just like Mason gave you to me tonight as a gift, I want to give him this as a gift. I want to see him sink into you and feel your tight little body around him as he comes.” Blake stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, and she licked his thumb, drawing it between her lips to suck on it. His cock strained against his pants, and he barely contained a moan. This woman knew his every weakness. He shot her a wolfish grin. “And then... it will be my turn.”

Her eyes dilated with excitement, the hazel irises nearly swallowed by the black pupils. She wanted this, wanted him and Mason both. He could see it in her face as she glanced at Mason, now stroking her thighs with surprising gentleness.

“O—kay.” She wriggled as Mason grasped his shaft and rubbed himself through her slick folds, coating his cock with her arousal.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” Mason asked.

She nodded and fisted her hands in the bedding, bracing herself. Blake also nodded at Mason, and Mason slowly pushed into her body. Blake watched her take his friend’s cock deep. She whimpered as Mason worked to fit into her.

“How long has it been for you, baby?” Blake stroked her cheek, concerned by her tightness.

“Two years,” she confessed.

“Fuck,” Mason groaned, and sank in another inch.

“Be careful with our girl, Mason,” Blake cautioned, but he knew Mason would be. Mason withdrew a little, grasped Hazel’s ass, and lifted her before thrusting in a little harder, sinking deeper until he was fully inside her.

“She feels like a fucking dream.” Mason grunted as he withdrew and pumped in again. “Hazel, sweetheart, tell me I can go harder ... faster,” Mason groaned.

“Yes,” she begged. “Please...”

* * *

Hazel didn’t like to beg, but she needed Mason to go harder and faster. He lifted her legs up a little more and tightly curled strong hands around her thighs. A second later, he thrust into her so deeply, she saw stars. Once he began, he didn’t let up, and she didn’t want him to. He pounded into her, the smacking of their bodies heightening her excitement as the aftershocks of her previous climax began to intensify toward a new one. She rolled her head toward Blake, who still lay there on the bed beside her, his blue eyes fiery as he watched her face.

“Blake,” she pleaded. “Please, I want...”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he encouraged as he stroked his thumb over her lips, tracing their shape.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“How can I say no to such a good girl?” He leaned over her, his lips touching hers in a chaste kiss.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She reached up and dug her fingers into his wavy dark hair and flicked her tongue against the seam of his lips. He surrendered, parting his lips, and she deepened the kiss, giving them both what they needed.

Mason panted as he continued to ravish her, and she lost herself completely. There was nothing outside this room with these two men and the pleasure between them. She came so hard it felt like the entire earth broke apart beneath her. The walls she’d fought so hard to build around her heart began to fracture. She knew with a terrifying certainty that they would break through those walls soon.

Mason shouted with his own climax and drove so deeply she wasn’t sure where she began and he ended. They were fused by passion, and the intensity of what they had just shared heightened everything. His release filled her, and she was dimly aware that they hadn’t had the safe-sex talk. She was on birth control, but they still needed to talk about it.

Blake slowed his kiss and pulled away slightly. “I can feel you thinking, Hazel,” he said. “What’s the matter?”

“I... er... We didn’t use a condom,” she whispered, her gaze drifting to Mason’s cock still buried in her as he stroked her knees tenderly.

“I’m clean. What about you, Mason?” Blake looked to his friend.

“The same. I got tested last week.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too. And I have an IUD.”

“So no condoms, then?” Blake asked her. “We’ll use them if you want us to.”

She shook her head. “No condoms, if we all agree.”

“Agreed,” Mason and Blake said in unison.

Blake leaned in and kissed her again. She felt Mason pull out of her, and a few moments later, a warm wet cloth was rubbed between her legs. She knew she would be a little sore tomorrow, but she didn’t mind. Mason hadn’t exactly been gentle, but she hadn’t wanted him to be. She relaxed as Blake continued to kiss her, and then she felt herself slipping down that slope toward sleep.

Blake paused kissing her to chuckle gently.

“It takes just three orgasms to wear you out?” he teased. “No, baby, we have to work on your stamina.”

She dug her nails lightly into his bare shoulder, but her reaction was softened by the yawn that she stifled.

“Poor kitten,” Mason murmured. “She needs sleep.”

“She does,” Blake replied.

“But you didn’t...” Hazel still felt oddly shy about sex with Blake even though he was breaking down her inhibitions.

“When I take you, I want you good and rested.” Blake trailed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, and it only made her want sleep more because it felt so good.

“Hmmm...” She closed her eyes and sighed dreamily.

Damn Blake and his seductive ways.

“Why don’t you put our girl to bed, Mason. I’m going to take a quick shower.” Blake kissed her forehead and slid off the bed, leaving her and Mason alone.

She shyly closed her legs, which made Mason chuckle. He had buttoned up his jeans again, but he was still gloriously shirtless.

“I’ll let you be shy tonight, sweetheart, but starting tomorrow, don’t be. You’re gorgeous and I don’t want you to ever hide.” He scooped her up in his arms, and she was gently set on her feet while he pulled back the covers of the bed for her. Then he opened one of the nightstand drawers and removed a soft, worn-looking T-shirt that said Pepperdine on it. She recognized it as one of Blake’s old shirts from law school.

“Take off that bra and put this on,” Mason said. “I’ll go and get something for you to eat.”

She removed her bra after he left and slipped the Pepperdine shirt over her head. The cotton was soft, and it came down to mid-thigh. She liked wearing Blake’s shirt, but she liked it even more that it was also her school, not just Blake’s.

Blake may have been a dominant lover in bed, but he never made her feel small. Feminine, yes. Delicate in the best way, hell yes. But he never diminished her or dimmed her shine, or belittled her accomplishments. That was what made him so dangerous. He was a forever kind of man, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Her work, like his, was demanding and challenging. But she liked it. Still, a secret part of her feared that giving in to him, being his, would make her soft. She wanted to spend all day in bed until she was passed out from life-changing orgasms. That didn’t leave a lot of room for work, and she loved her work.

She snuggled in Blake’s bed and listened to the shower sounds coming from the bathroom. If Blake knew anything about her, he knew when she needed a little space, like right now.

When Mason returned, he carried a tray of warm chocolate chip cookies, clearly fresh-baked, and a glass of cold milk.

“Milk and cookies? I’m not Santa Claus,” she said, even though she immediately reached for the nearest cookie and the glass. She bit into the snack as Mason sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, watching her with an amused expression that left faint crinkles at the corners of his eyes. This was a man who smiled often.

“Oh my God, these are amazing.” She could tell they were homemade.

“Among other things, I occasionally bake. The secret is extra vanilla and a pinch of brown sugar.”

A man baking... It was strangely hot. Hazel swallowed a mouthful of the sinful cookie and then took a big gulp from her glass. It was whole milk, and it almost tasted like cream.

“You’re going to fatten me up if I keep eating like this,” she warned teasingly.

“You won’t see me complaining,” Mason said as he reached up and gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Then he stood and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Sleep well.”

“You’re leaving?” she asked. He was still a stranger to her, but she didn’t want him to leave.

“I had your beautiful body tonight. That was my treat. Blake’s treat will be having you all to himself for the rest of the night. But don’t get used to it. I plan to share a bed with you soon.”

Soon...She was still staring at the doorway when Blake came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a white towel that hung low on his hips. His dark hair was wet, and water droplets dewed on his skin. His lips twitched as he saw her holding half a cookie and staring at him.

“Ah, you’ve brought out Mason’s domestic side, I see. He doesn’t bake for just any woman.”

“Who is he?” she asked as Blake walked over to his dresser and dropped the towel. His gloriously muscled ass was bare to her, and her mouth ran dry. She frantically took a big gulp of milk to wash the cookie down before she choked on it.

“Mason and I grew up together as boys. I was a rich kid, and he was from the trailer park. We had never really been friends before, but when some of the boys in sixth grade decided to beat me up, Mason fought those other three students off and saved me from what would have been a humiliating experience. After that we became inseparable. I helped him to find scholarships so he could get into Northwestern, and then when I went to Pepperdine, he moved to live near me. While you and I were in law school, he built up his own business, and he’s done very well. I wasn’t lying when I said we’ve become like brothers.” Blake pulled on a pair of black pajama pants and faced her.

“What is his business?”

“Carpentry. He makes special pieces of furniture, even small boats. They sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

A carpenter. Well, that explained the work boots, jeans, and flannel.

“I thought he might be a lumberjack,” she said.

Blake laughed. God, the sound made her belly quiver with excitement. He had the best laugh; it was so sexy and genuine, and she loved the way it rumbled from deep in his chest.

“Better not tell him that,” Blake said. He turned off all the lights in the room save one, on the nightstand by her side of the bed. Then he slid in under the sheets beside her.

“Does he hate being called a lumberjack?” she asked as she ate another cookie. It would be a shame to waste them while they were still warm.

Blake leaned over her and stole a cookie from the plate. He chewed thoughtfully before replying.

“I think it’s more like lumberjacking is not a job that requires artistry. Skill, yes. But artistry? No. The designs he makes, they’re exquisite and one of a kind. Growing up the way he did, he had no chances to create beauty or art. Now that he’s an adult and the master of his own life, he takes it quite seriously.”

“Oh.” She finished her milk and licked her lips. Now she really did want to sleep. After mind-blowing sex, warm cookies, and milk, she didn’t stand a chance. She took a minute to use the restroom and brush her teeth before crawling back into bed. She heard the distant sounds of Blake doing the same after she’d snuggled beneath the covers. Who knew she’d feel so safe in Blake’s bed? A moment later he got in bed beside her again.

“Sleep,” Blake commanded as he leaned over her to turn off the light. Darkness blended with the moonlight coming in from the windows.

“Stop bossing me around,” she grumbled, but she was smiling as she nuzzled her cheek against her pillow.

“You know you like it.” He chuckled in the darkness and reached for her, tucking her into his side and laying one arm over her waist above the blankets as though they had slept like this for years.

She did like it, and him... and Mason. And that was a problem she would have to face tomorrow.