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His body shuddered. “Huh? What?”

“I think you do. Now be good.” Pushing to her feet, Lea
stepped back. Jake and Toby followed until she planted her hands on their
chests. “Face the wall—the mirror— whatever. Hands above your heads, legs
spread.”

They looked at each other.

“Why?” Jake asked.

Lea ran her finger down his bristly cheek. “So I can do all
sorts of surprising and nasty things to both of you. Of course, if you guys
don’t want that or if either of you is too chicken, you just let me know.”

Toby huffed, “You are so going to pay for this.”

“Something to look forward to.” She grinned.

Jake elbowed Toby. “Let’s give her what she wants.”

“You mean, humor her?”

“Whatever it takes. You know women.”

“I don’t think you do,” Lea said. “Keep talking about me as
though I’m not here or like I’m brain dead and we won’t be playing anymore.”

Without further comment, Jake and Toby faced the shower
wall, their palms flat against the mirrored surface, legs spread. The perfect
position for them to be frisked by law enforcement or pleasured by her.

The images that conjured up made Lea dizzy. This was light
years away from nice. More like amazing and she had to draw out every bit of
satisfaction for them.

First, she adjusted the water’s flow so that it pulsed
gently from all of the fixtures. “You like?”

“That’s your nasty surprise?” Jake asked.

Toby muttered, “Fuck, let’s hope not.”

Babies.

With her hand on Jake’s tight ass, Lea explored the
separation between his cheeks. She stroked his anus, then eased her forefinger
inside. On his sharp inhale of air, she suckled Toby’s left butt cheek, giving
him a hickey as he’d done to her.

“How’s this for starters?” she asked.

Neither man spoke. They communicated their need for more—far
more—by rapping their fists and foreheads against the mirrored wall.

“Careful,” Lea said, then parroted Toby’s earlier
admonition, “You don’t want to break anything in here, do you?”

Jake growled, “You think I’m worried about that when my
cock’s about to explode?”

“And mine isn’t?” Toby complained.

“Boys, boys,” Lea murmured, running her hands between their
legs, cupping their nuts, fondling them gently. “Let me take care of you the
way I want. Just this once. Please.”

She didn’t have to ask again, nor would she inquire as to
what they were thinking. With three words—just this once—she’d put a limit on
their time together. There wouldn’t be another chance for them to recreate
these moments. They knew it and so did she.

The reality made her insatiable and tender, a crazy
contradiction that neither Jake nor Toby questioned, allowing Lea to do as she
willed.

She washed their backs, licking the bumpy ridge of their
spines and the smooth skin on their shoulders, giving each a hickey on their
biceps, making certain her marks would last for a brief period after she was
out of their lives. Would they look at the fading stains and recall today,
perhaps even yearn for her as she would for them?

How long would it take for her heart to stop aching this
time? Six months? A year? Never? Would she continue to search for them and
Danielle as she had for her mother so long ago?

Stepping back, Lea cupped her hand over her mouth afraid
Toby or Jake would hear her anguished whimper.

The water’s gentle tapping filled the silence.

Toby looked over, straining to see her from his position.
“Why’d you stop?”

“Run out of things to do?” Jake asked, also turning.

His playful teasing made Lea smile. “Not hardly.” She
cleared her throat and swallowed. “Turn around and face me. Please.”

They did.

If either of them noticed her lingering sorrow, they didn’t
let on. Of course, their silent scrutiny of her eyes and mouth spoke volumes.

She ignored it. “Drape your arms over your heads.”

Jake looked as though he wanted to argue, but did not.
Grateful, Lea settled her body between theirs, her arms resting on their
waists, her face pressed into the tangle of hair in Jake’s pit, then Toby’s.

They smelled so male, so freaking sexy, Lea moaned in
renewed delight. She licked Toby’s hair first, a darker blond than on his head.
He chuckled when she tugged at the strands with her teeth.

Jake reacted differently, growling at her play. “I want to
go to bed. I have to be inside you again.”

She kissed his right pec and licked the line of his jaw.
“You will be. I promise.” It was all they could give each other. “But on my
terms.”

“Sure—what?”

“Terms?” Toby asked.

She tightened her arms around them in a fierce hug, then
stepped back. “I’m going to handcuff you guys to the bed.”

Toby stared.

“No fucking way,” Jake said.

Lea crossed her arms over her chest, deliberately hiding her
nipples. “You don’t trust me?”

Jake dragged his attention from her breasts to her face.
“It’s not that.”

“Women are the ones who should be cuffed, not the other way
around,” Toby explained.

“That in your marshal’s rule book?” she asked.

He gave her a snotty look. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do. Either you guys don’t trust me or
you’re too scared to let a woman have control. So which is it?”

“Jesus mother fuck,” Jake muttered.

“Is that a yes?” she asked.

“I keep the key,” Toby said.

“Why you?” Jake argued.

“Fine. You keep it. Long as Lea doesn’t have it.”

“What’s wrong with me having it?” she asked.

As chatty as her guys had been a moment before, they were as
quiet now.

Were they afraid once she cuffed them, she’d take off in
their SUV, returning to Phoenix so she could see Danielle one last time? Or did
they think she’d try to keep them here after their superior ordered them to
leave?

If it had been remotely possible for Lea to do both, she
would have. “Fine,” she sighed. “One of you keeps the damn key.”

“It’s for the best,” Toby said, patting her arm.

Lea had a sudden urge to slug him, even though her crappy
future wasn’t his fault.

Jake leaned close and murmured, “One less thing for you to
worry about.”

Like that actually made things better? “Maybe,” she said,
then decided she wanted to play. Really play. “But only if you can get to it
first.”

She bolted from the enclosure, heading for the key. Jake and
Toby exited at the same time, their bodies bumping into each other, then the
shower, rattling the door. Jake got free first. Right behind him, Toby skidded
across the damp marble, huffing as his hip hit the counter.

Jake grabbed Lea’s arm. She twisted away, crawling across
the floor, reaching for the key and cuffs.

“Bad girl,” Jake scolded, draping his body over hers.

She didn’t stop. With one hand fisted around the cuffs, she
flung out her other arm, reaching for the key.

“Toby, down here,” Jake said.

“Hey—no—stop!” she squealed.

They did not, tickling Lea ruthlessly. She rolled away from
one and ran into the other. Their hands went up and down her rib cage. Lea
gagged on her laughter. “No, please, don’t, stop!” she cried.

“Hear that?” Jake asked. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

“Then we won’t,” Toby said.

She dropped the cuffs and forgot about the key, doing her
best to keep them from driving her nuts. They continued well after Lea was too
exhausted to move and could scarcely catch her breath.

Jake kissed her quivering belly. Toby stroked her hair.

Lea squirmed. “I’m lying on something. Move back so I can
get it. Could be the key.”

“Nope, I got it,” Jake said.

Lea held out her hand. He licked her palm. She sighed,
“You’re not going to let me have it?”

Toby chuckled, “I thought we already did.”

She slapped his thigh. He leaned down and kissed her
tenderly, draining the last of her strength.

When they came up for air, Jake murmured, “We’re going to
let you cuff us, but Toby keeps the key.” He tossed it to his partner.

“I wouldn’t lock you guys up and run,” Lea said. Leaving
them was something she could never do voluntarily.

Jake brushed his mouth over hers. “We know.”

She parted her lips to his kiss, enjoying his greedy desire
as much as Toby’s previous gentleness. When Jake was through, she fisted her
fingers in his sodden hair and wrapped her other hand around Toby’s wrist. “I
want to go to bed now. Help me up.”

Toby got to his feet first. He pulled Lea to hers and slung
her over his shoulder.

Like a freaking caveman.

Giggling, she ran her hands over his muscular ass,
separating his cheeks. “I’m going to do stuff to you and Jake that’ll make both
of you cry.”

“As long as you don’t draw too much blood, I’m good.” He
stopped next to the monstrous mattress.

“A person could get lost on that thing,” Lea breathed.

Jake patted her spanked ass. “That’s what we’re hoping for.”

“Get rid of the comforter and the pillows,” she ordered
Jake, then spoke to Toby. “Put me down.”

When Jake had stripped the bed of everything but the fitted
bottom sheet, Lea snatched the cuffs from him. “Climb on boys, Toby to the
right, Jake to the left.”

Perversely, they switched positions, making certain their
bodies hugged the opposite ends of the mattress. Far enough away so they’d
never risk touching each other.

“I need you guys to be closer to the middle.” Lea directed
them with her hands, the cuffs swinging from her thumb.

“We’re good.” Jake folded one arm beneath his head.

Toby worked the key between his fingers. “We need our
space.”

She smiled agreeably. “If you don’t want me to tend to both
of you at the same time, I’m good with that. I had no idea how patient each of
you are. One of you can watch while I’m taking care of the other. I do want to
warn you, though, I don’t intend to rush, no matter how much you whine,
complain, cry or whatever.”

Jake frowned. “You do realize we could say no to this entire
thing.”

“But you won’t,” Lea countered. “Come on, get closer.”

They both sighed as if it was the end of the world, then
moved nearer the middle, the bedsprings squeaking beneath their combined
weight. A lot of space still yawned between them, proving they had no interest
in each other.

“Okay, give me your hands,” Lea said.

They held out the ones farthest from the center. In order
for her to cuff both their wrists, they’d have to lie face down on the
mattress, hiding their family jewels from her…unless they preferred to roll
toward each other.

Lea pointed that out to them.

They stopped fooling around and held out the correct hands,
their fingers close, but definitely not touching.

“Good boys. This won’t hurt at all.”

Seated between them, Lea cuffed Jake first, then looped the
other end of the manacle through one of the designs in the wrought iron
headboard. Taking Toby’s hand, she snapped the metal around his wrist and
tested the shackle.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jake asked.

There was no mischief in his question nor was there lust.
Just honest concern that told Lea he cared if she was happy. Her joy was
important to him. She smiled. “Ask me that in a couple of hours.”

Worry, or maybe it was sadness, clouded Jake’s expression.
In her peripheral vision, Lea saw Toby turn to the windows, the sun’s newest
angle telling him how much time they’d already used. How little of this day
they had left.

Not wanting to remind either of them of that, Lea ran her
hands down their torsos to their groins. Toby lifted his chin to the ceiling. Jake
spread his legs a bit more.

Scooting back, Lea trailed her fingers down their thighs and
calves to their feet, both wonderfully large with long toes.

“Hold it,” Jake ordered, “no tickling.”

“No sir,” she said. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Toby lifted his head from the mattress. “Then what are you
doing?”

Exploring every bit of them, starting right here. “This.”
She drew her tongue across the tips of his toes, suckling the biggest while
caressing Jake’s foot. Toby laughed. Jake bitched until Lea gave him some of
her loving.

After licking their soles, she moved to their calves,
kissing the faint scar beneath Toby’s knee. He cleared his throat as though
uncertain how to respond. Lea studied the whitish imperfection, the only break
in his consistently bronze coloring. Stroking it, she asked, “Did you get this
during one of your assignments?”

He smiled. “Fell out of a tree house when I was five.”

Oooh. She kissed his boo-boo, then turned to Jake, noticing
the various scars on his body. Surely not from his stepfather beating him. Lea
didn’t think she could bear that. Touching the one on his shin, a longish,
angry-looking mark, she joked, “You get this from falling off a playground
swing?”

“My skateboard. A buddy of mine was towing me behind his
car. Didn’t hit the brakes until I started yelling.”

“Oh my God, you could have been killed.” She smacked his
thigh. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I got a hard-on you’re ignoring?”

“No different than me,” Toby said.

So true. His crown was the same shade as Jake’s, fleshy with
desire. Lea murmured, “Let’s see what I can do about that.”

She took Jake’s cock inside her mouth, while working Toby’s
with her hand. One grunted, the other groaned. On either side of her, their
legs stiffened. They shifted their weight. The bed rattled.

Lea ran her thumb over the small slit in Toby’s crown, using
his silky pre-cum to lubricate his skin. She tasted Jake’s arousal. The salty
fluid pulled a contented moan from her.

Before her guys were too far gone, she switched tactics,
sucking Toby’s shaft and pleasuring Jake’s with her hand. Back and forth she
went, giving them each the same degree of her interest and love.