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His thumb brushed her clit. The sensation in her pussy matched the

one in her full ass, sending a shower of sparks throughout her body. She

thrust back, trying to grind against Tyler’s hand.

“That’s it, Bri,” Cole whispered. “Let yourself feel. Come for me,

baby.”

A climax ripped through her body and her clit pulsed wildly under

the pad of Tyler’s thumb, unrelenting in its demand.

She sagged over his legs, sated and exhausted, so boneless her

forehead grazed the carpet.

“Cole, get your licks in now while I’m buried deep in her ass.”

Brianna’s eyes popped. They weren’t done yet?

“No,” she cried, just as Cole’s palm landed squarely on her still

tingling backside.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice. She’s got fantastic muscles back here that’ll

squeeze a cock to bursting.”

Tyler’s finger retreated from her back hole slowly.

“Feel that, Bri? Your ass is gripping my finger, trying to keep me

inside. It knows what it wants even if you don’t.”

He patted her butt, sending little shock waves, and she damned every

traitorous nerve ending in her body. Tyler stroked her back for long

minutes, soothing her tattered body, allowing her time to get her

bearings back before helping her to stand. She still wobbled as the blood

rushed from her head.

Cole gripped her arms to steady her as he spoke. “Go, get a shower

and dress. We’ll meet you in the dining room for breakfast and to talk.”

She tried to take a step but her legs gave out. Tyler shot an arm

around her, wrapping it just under her breasts. Her head flopped back

onto his shoulder, while her vagina, anus and butt still thrummed with

pleasure.

“Whoa. You gonna be okay? Need some help with your shower?”

Tyler’s voice was laced with concern.

Brianna wrenched out of his arms and commanded her cooked

noodle legs to be uncooked noodles. She could not take another orgasm.

Not right now, anyway.

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“I think I can handle it.” Her voice cracked and she hated the

vulnerability it portrayed.

“Good.”

He turned her face with his hand on her chin and kissed her. A kiss

so raw, yet tender that her eyes watered. They had used her savagely

today, but here was Tyler, kissing her like she was the only woman in the

world for him.

“Don’t make me punish you again,” he growled when he released her

lips.

She swallowed and nodded against his lowered forehead, although

she wasn’t certain she wouldn’t want to be spanked again. The fact she’d

liked, no loved, what they’d done to her, scared her to death.

Shaking, she fled to the privacy of the bathroom. She needed a few

minutes of solitude so she could come to terms with what was happening

and reason out the motives for Tyler and Cole keeping her.

She should be demanding they take her home this second. Her mind

said this, but her body demanded more of their attention.

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Chapter Four

Cole glanced up from the svelte, blonde woman clinging to his arm, to

catch Bri looking around nervously. She’d paused halfway down the

foyer steps when she’d seen him trying to pry Caroline Grace’s fingers off

his biceps. At least, he hoped that’s the way Brianna saw it.

A slice of her tummy was exposed, peeking out from between the

white tank top and loose, mid-thigh, blue skirt he’d chosen for her to

wear today. Unless she’d snooped through the other rooms, which he

didn’t think she’d had time to do, she wasn’t wearing any panties or bra.

He hadn’t left any for her to wear.

He and Tyler wanted her ready to take them at any time, and

underwear would just get in the way. His nostrils flared and his cock

hardened. She was theirs. He liked the way that sounded.

Watching Tyler take Bri’s mouth had made him so hard, he’d had to

take himself in his own hand a few times. She’d accepted Tyler as easily

as she had him. But there had been another emotion clinging to his

subconscious this morning. Something he couldn’t quite discern. It was

just on the tip of his tongue, a foreign feeling he rarely encountered.

Cole mentally shook it off. There was plenty of time to straighten

things out.

Caroline’s blood-red, expensively manicured nails walking a path up

his arm jerked him out of his musings. Her fingers ended at his shoulder

before she swept her palm across his chest and flattened her hand over

his sternum.

“Cole,” Caroline whined.

“Caroline, it’s time for you to go.” He wrapped a hand around her

wrist and extracted her claws from him.

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“Oh, poo, Cole.”

She pouted, but acquiesced when she saw the fierce look he was

giving her. He turned and scuttled her toward the door.

“What time Friday, Coley?”

God, he’d never realized how shallow and meaningless Caroline was.

Maybe that’s why he never got past sex with her. Why he’d never felt the

desire to stay in her bed after it was over.

“The party starts at seven o’clock. You and your date may arrive at

seven o’clock.”

“My date? Cole, you are so funny.”

She turned back toward him, no doubt to pinch his cheek, and he

could see the exact moment she spotted Bri on the steps. Her mouth

dropped open, then clicked shut.

“Cole,” her voice went from teasing blonde to haughty, “I believe one

of your maids needs your attention. She’s not dressed appropriately for a

servant, either, if you ask me.”

He glanced at Bri. Her face had bloomed bright red. She seemed

paralyzed where she was, unsure of whether to go back up or come

down. Cole found himself wishing she hadn’t taken a shower, because

then Caroline would see what Cole knew Bri to be. A well-fucked woman.

He grinned.

“She’s not a servant, Caroline.”

“What do you mean, Cole?”

The woman really was dense. “Her name is Bri.”

“Brie,” she said, her nose rising as if she smelled something

distasteful. “Isn’t that some kind of cheese?”

“It’s short for Brianna.”

“Oh, well.” She shrugged, dismissing Bri, Cole was sure. “Who is she?

A cousin or something?”

“No.”

Caroline cocked her head and looked thoughtful for a moment before

turning on him with a venomous scowl. Her inflamed face topped Bri’s

embarrassed one. Her hands fisted at the ends of stiff arms and he could

hear her teeth grinding.

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“That’s not possible,” she griped.

Cole shoved his hands in his pockets, dropped his chin to his chest,

and sighed. He had hoped to avoid this little scenario for Bri’s fragile

sake.

“Mornin’, Caro.” Tyler leaned against the doorframe to the dining

room, crossing his arms over his chest and his feet at the ankle.

“Shut up, Tyler,” Caroline hissed.

Tyler lifted a hand in the air, palm up. “Come down, little one. Don’t

mind the tiger here. She’s all growl, but no bite.”

Cole groaned, then jerked his head up. Tyler had all but admitted to

having a relationship with the same “little one” Cole had claimed wasn’t a

“cousin or something”. Tyler was as taken by Bri as he was, or he would

never have said anything with an audience. He mentally pumped his fist

in the air.

“Cole.” Caroline stamped her foot, her face incredulous. Not about

what Tyler had said, since Cole didn’t think she’d even heard him, but

because of Bri, who finally let go of the banister and started down the

steps.

“Do not tell me you have fucked this, this…whore, after spending the

night with me Saturday.”

Tyler straightened from the doorway, snarling. Bri stopped dead

about three steps up, her hand shooting to her mouth.

Cole went nose to nose with Caroline, gripping her by the arm.

“Don’t you
ever
refer to Bri with anything less than civility.” He spun

her toward the door once more just as Tyler reached Bri. “And don’t be

crude, it doesn’t suit you.”

He opened the door and shoved the dumbfounded Caroline out. She

looked over her shoulder and screeched before he could get the door

shut.

“You will regret this, Cole Masters.”

Stunned, Brianna entered the dining room on Tyler’s arm, the sound

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consciously at a well-hated skirt, not really paying attention to anything

other than the fact the two Neanderthal men wanted her to wear the

dratted thing, when she’d seen Cole with that woman in his arms.

A shaft of white-hot jealousy had stabbed through her. They

obviously had some kind of relationship. Did Cole honestly think she

would stand by while he slept with another woman?

She’d been paralyzed, struck by the revelation she didn’t want

anybody else laying claim to what she considered hers. The words had

not been spoken yet, but her body had already made its decision. And

worse, Scottie had never figured into the equation, although she knew

with certainty Cole would take good care of her brother.

Seconds went by as she tried to grasp the decision she’d come to.

“I’ll say a proper good morning to you now, little one.” Tyler wrapped

his arms around her and squeezed, kissing her gently on the lips.

Brianna was still too shell-shocked to respond. He held her away

from him and looked at her long and hard, taking in everything.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head up so

she had to look at him. “Don’t pay attention to anything that bitch says.

She’s been trying to weasel her way into Cole’s life for a long time. She’s

only after his money.” He kissed her forehead.

“But he slept with her,” she whispered. If what she’d just said didn’t

sound like jealousy, then nothing would. She could kick herself for

letting Tyler see her emotions.

Tyler snorted. “So?”

“But today, and last night…”
Shut up!

“Today and last night have nothing to do with Caroline,” Cole said

from behind her. Brianna whipped around to face him where he stood in

the doorway, looking sexier than ever. His hair was still wet from his

shower, his feet bare and his white T-shirt was untucked. He looked like

he’d dressed in a hurry. Perhaps because that vile woman had shown up

at the door.

“How can you say that? You slept with one woman on Saturday

night, then with me on Sunday night.” God, she was starting to sound

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like the blonde bimbo who’d just left. She straightened and held her chin

high. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“It’s none of my business who you sleep with.”

He was on her in two strides. “Let me tell you something.” He grabbed

her chin, forcing her to look at his face. “First of all, I didn’t do any

sleeping with Caroline. We shared a fuck, then I left. It was a mutual

release of sexual tension.”

Brianna couldn’t hold back the snort and Cole shook her head,

refocusing her attention. Tyler chuckled behind them.

“Secondly, on Saturday I had already dismissed your father’s

contract as total bullshit. I am not a stud service, and it hadn’t occurred

to me he would really go through with this. Plus, I didn’t know for you

there would be some sort of motivation to get you to go along with his

idiocy. It wasn’t until I saw you the first time that I changed my mind. So

you see, Saturday was just like any other day for me, sex and all.”

“But…she—she sounded rather intimate with you out there.”

Cole shook his head. “She and I scratch each other’s itches when

need be. I have never led her on or promised her more than a quick roll

on the bed.”

He lowered his head and kissed her very thoroughly. His tongue

plundered her mouth, stroking and twisting with hers until she could do

nothing else but wrap her arms around his neck and hang on for dear

life. When he pulled away, her mind was even mushier than before. He

reached out and grabbed both her hands, untangling them.

“And third, it
is
your business who I sleep with. To ease your anxiety,

I would cut off my arm before I would cheat on you.”

Brianna sucked in a sharp breath. She darted a glance at Tyler who

smiled around the spoonful of choco-puffs he’d just shoveled in his

mouth.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t cheat either.”

She squirmed under their scrutiny and tugged on the god-awful skirt

again. Cole could have at least left some panties for her. But no, she

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suspected they wanted full access to her body at all times. Which she

would give, damn her traitorous body.

“Stop pulling at your skirt.” Cole laced his fingers through hers and

led her to a place setting between Tyler’s and his.

“I hate skirts,” she grumbled.

Both men raised a brow.

“Tomboy?” they said together.

Her face heated, giving her away. “Yeah, so?”

They both laughed out loud. “Imagine. Cole Masters tooling around

public with a non-society, nail-biting, no-skirt-wearing tomboy. The

press will have a field day with this one.”