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Jamie winced, knowing she stepped into that one on her own. The first time she took Caleb to her bed she had told him he had no claim on her. She would have sex with whomever she wanted, and he had no say in the matter.

Now she was being a hypocrite when she specifically asked him to have sex with Mia. She clenched her teeth and continued to rub the silicone dildo against his lips. “I'm asking this as a favor.”

Caleb grabbed the dildo and stopped it, his long fingers wrapped around hers. “If I did you a favor, won't you feel obligated to me?”

Jamie clenched her teeth harder. Caleb was really testing her on this. She refused to be obligated to anyone. “No,” she answered tightly, “you would get something out of it, too.” Namely sex with Mia.

“What would you get out of it?” he asked.

“I would make sure that Mia had a chance to explore her sexual boundaries.” And, if she got Aidan in the swap, she would teach him how to take commands.

“Mia's sex life is none of your business.”

“Oh, Caleb,” she said with a smile. The guy was clearly misguided. “How long have you been around me? Everything Mia does is my business.”

“And what about me?” he asked, his voice rough and low. “Is everything I do your business?”

“For the moment,” she answered. “But that's all I can promise. Push me for an answer, and I'll push you out of this bed.”

Caleb's eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything. He could easily push her out of the bed or pin her down, but he wasn't going to. He knew she wasn't going to lie and give false promises just to tell him what he wanted to hear. Her answer was as good as it was going to get.

“That's a good boy,” she taunted, brushing the dildo against his mouth again.

Warning gleamed in his eyes, but Caleb didn't stop her. He knew what she wanted and needed, and he was willing to accommodate her. Caleb always knew how to get back into her good graces.

“Suck my cock,” she ordered, inserting the dildo past his lips.

Caleb playfully darted his tongue along the purple silicone. Goose bumps washed her skin as she shivered with delight seeing Caleb sucking a cock.

“You're very good at this,” she whispered as she cupped his jaw and thrust her hips. “Lots of experience?”

Caleb's eyes twinkled but he didn't answer. Just as she refused to talk about the future, Caleb didn't discuss his past.

She backed away, pulling the wet cock from Caleb's mouth. Jamie scooted down his waist and hips until her dildo brushed against his erection.

Caleb's cock was longer and thicker than her purple silicone one. It was warm and twitched in her hand as she rubbed her dildo against it. She glanced up at his face. The skin was pulled tight against his face, his nostrils flaring as he watched.

Jamie slipped her other hand underneath his buttocks, seeking his anus. She pressed her fingertip against his rosebud and Caleb's hips lurched.

She caressed the puckered ring as Caleb squirmed against her hand. Jamie slowly worked her finger past his sphincter as Caleb clenched and twisted his pillow in his fists. He tossed his head from side to side as he uttered a low moan.

Jamie withdrew her hands and reached for the bottle of lube on her nightstand. She poured the liquid onto the palm of her hand and rubbed it on the bright purple dildo. She liked slicking her hands up and down the silicone as it warmed up in her hands. It felt foreign and yet amazingly powerful as she stroked her “cock.”

“Turn around and lie on your stomach,” Jamie ordered Caleb. He silently obeyed as she squirted some lube onto his rosebud. She rubbed the liquid, dipping her finger into his puckered hole as he rocked his hips and moaned. Caleb made no secret that he enjoyed how she prepared him for anal sex.

“Wait,” she told him. “I forgot the vibe.”

“How could you forget that?” The pillow muffled his voice. “Isn't that your favorite part?”

“Hush.” She smacked her palm against his ass. The sound echoed in the attic, and a bright pink bloomed on his buttocks. The vibrations allowed her to climax during sex, but it wasn't her favorite part. She was more interested in taking Caleb in the ass.

She reached for her bedside table and searched in the drawer until her fingers brushed against the mini vibrator. She grabbed it and slid it into the harness pocket next to her clit.

Grasping Caleb's hip with one hand, she guided the tip of her purple cock with the other. She slowly worked the dildo past his puckered hole, enjoying the way Caleb shuddered as he took her inch by inch.

“Oh, God, Jamie,” he said in a broken whisper. “It feels so good.”

She felt him slowly relax his muscles, and she pushed the dildo all the way in. She leaned over and surrounded him, her hips against his ass, her breasts crushing against his back. Jamie loved how he trembled beneath her.

Jamie reached down and turned on the mini vibe. She stilled as the sensations hit her in one big wave. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, fighting off the need to come. She wasn't ready yet.

She heard a knock on the door to the stairway. “Jamie?”

Jamie glanced over her shoulder toward the stairs and she felt Caleb stiffen in alert underneath her. Oh, shit. She had forgotten Mia's offer to help her with the packing.

Jamie withdrew just a little and stopped when she heard Caleb whimper. She grabbed both his hips and thrust deeply inside him. He groaned and grabbed the edge of the mattress with tense fingers.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Let's show Mia just how good it can be if a woman is on top,” Jamie said in a low, confidential tone.

She felt the pleasure ripple through Caleb. “You want to have sex in front of your friend?”

Jamie gave a short buck of her hips and watched him twitch. “Is that a problem for you?”

“No, not at all,” Caleb said, and Jamie could hear the wicked smile in his voice. “Just asking.”

She heard the door creak open. “Jamie?” Mia asked softly. “Are you up?”

Heat blistered Jamie's skin as she heard Mia climbing the steps. Her friend was going to see her having sex, claiming her man in the most primitive way. Her blood was pumping furiously as she dug her fingers into Caleb's hips and withdrew only to plunge deeper into him.

Caleb groaned loudly, and Jamie almost missed hearing Mia's involuntary gasp. She heard a creak on the step and then . . . nothing. Jamie smiled. Mia wasn't running away. She wanted to spy on them. She needed to see Jamie mount Caleb.

“Do you like that, Caleb?” Jamie asked forcefully, hoping her voice carried over to her audience.

“Yes-s-s.”

She picked up her speed, bucking her hips until her skin slapped against his. She watched her purple cock slide in and out of him, wishing Mia could see this. There was nothing like claiming a man this way. The power flooding through her was pure and addictive.

“Oh, God, Jamie,” Caleb cried out.

His moan pulled at her as the vibe sent ripples under her skin. She wanted to give Caleb the most exquisite pleasure. She put all her weight and strength into each thrust, taking him harder, faster.

Caleb's moans lit a spark in her veins. Her core was swollen and wet. She loved watching him thrash underneath her. Sweat trailed down her back, and her muscles ached as the vibe pulsed straight onto her clit. Her knees shook as she took him with a ferocious pace.

She felt Caleb's body tense underneath her, his muscles shaking violently. Jamie knew he was about to find his release. She tensed her buttocks and gave one final plunge. Caleb's spine arched as he bellowed. The elemental, deeply masculine sound of surrender echoed around her before Caleb collapsed onto the mattress.

Jamie leaned forward and Caleb moaned at the deeper penetration of her dildo. She swiveled her hips, and his body shook from the overstimulation. Jamie knew it was time to stop. She placed a kiss on his neck as she heard the creak of the steps behind her.

“Thank you,” she whispered in Caleb's ear.

He didn't lift his head. “You owe me.”

Jamie smiled. She hadn't agreed to that, but this was one time she looked forward to returning the favor.

 
After taking a quick shower in her minuscule bathroom, Jamie threw on a bathrobe and didn't glance at Caleb, naked and spent, reclining on the bed. She hurried down the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the steps. The thin cotton clung to her wet body and was in danger of becoming transparent. Water streamed from her long hair, already twisting into sodden ropes.

She should have taken the time to towel off, but she needed to catch Mia before she went to work. Jamie found her friend in the cheery yellow kitchen, her focus on the colorful tea mug she held with both hands.

“Isn't this a great morning?” Jamie asked as she strode into the room, ignoring the twinges of her sore muscles. She headed toward the refrigerator and opened the door. “I'm starving.”

“You are very chipper this morning.” Mia said, not sounding pleased about it at all.

“Of course I am. I went through my whole goody drawer.” She grabbed a small container of yogurt and ripped the foil lid off. “Now I have extra room in my car.”

Mia didn't seem to be listening. She continued to stare at her tea, as if the brown liquid held answers to a deep, dark mystery.

“You are more than welcome to take anything in the box,” Jamie said as she grabbed a spoon and swirled it into the pink tinged yogurt, “because it's just going into the trash. It's not like I can donate it to charity.”

Mia absently nodded but didn't say anything. Jamie licked the yogurt off the spoon while studying her friend. Mia's behavior worried her. Had she gone too far? She had tried to pique Mia's curiosity, but had Jamie shocked her so much she was ready to run back to her safe little haven?

“After all,” Jamie continued with her spoon in her mouth, “we share everything.”

Those last three words jolted Mia, and she sat up straight in her chair. “Jamie,” she said very carefully, “I was thinking. . . .”

“Yeah?” Jamie asked as casually as possible as she bit the inside of her mouth. It was too tempting to rush and complete Mia's question.

Mia slowly turned to face her. “Are you still up for swapping guys?”

“Yes,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders as victory swelled inside her chest. “After all, I'm the one who offered.”

Jamie didn't know what exactly tempted Mia. Was it the possibility of dominating a man? Or was the main draw the idea of having sex with Caleb?

She wasn't going to question it, but Jamie knew she had to warn her friend of the consequences. “If we do this, there is no going back.”

“I know,” Mia replied and looked down at her mug again. She gnawed on her bottom lip. “Will Caleb do it?”

“Of course,” Jamie answered with confidence as the tension left her body. Right after breakfast, she'd let Caleb know that Mia had agreed. Jamie couldn't wait to see his expression.

Caleb would do anything she asked, never requiring conditions or guarantees. She didn't know why Caleb trusted her, other than he was probably more devious than she was. Jamie frowned and pushed the thought away. She could handle Caleb, and now wasn't the time to question that.

“Okay,” Mia said in a shaky voice as she nervously fiddled with her long blond hair. “Now I just have to convince Aidan.”

Jamie smiled. “Leave it to me.” She knew that men were visual creatures. All they needed was the possibility laid out and ready for them. A little nakedness would also help her argument.

Mia watched Jamie carefully. “You've done this before? Swapping partners?”

Jamie quickly schooled her face. “Don't you think I would have told you something like that?” she asked, sidestepping the question.

“True. We share everything”—Mia's smile grew naughty— “including men.”

THREE

Aidan stirred awake when he heard someone move around in the bedroom. He blinked his eyes open and saw the pink-and-green floral wallpaper. He was in Mia's bed.

When Mia had inherited the house, she didn't do a lot of redecorating. Mia wasn't big on changes. The bedroom was very feminine and old-fashioned, from the floral wallpaper to the lace curtains. She had a pale green overstuffed chair, a chest of drawers, and a canopy bed.

Every time Aidan stepped into the room, he felt like he was in foreign territory. Once he moved in here, he would get rid of every frilly, girly thing. The only thing that would remain would be the bed, minus the canopy. The bed had proven to be sturdy on many occasions.

But those plans were academic. No matter how much he brought up the subject, Mia had not invited him to move in. He was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.

Aidan heard the careful sliding of wood against wood. He tilted his head and saw Mia closing the drawer before tiptoeing to the overstuffed chair.

She got ready to go to the hospital where she worked in the lab. The blue medical scrubs she wore were baggy on her petite frame. He never liked how her uniform concealed her small curves from him, and his hands itched to slide under the material and roam over her warm body.

She wore very little makeup except for a swipe of lip gloss, which was usually chewed off before she got to the hospital. Her long, wavy blond hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail. A few wisps were already escaping around her face.

The diamond studs he had given her for Christmas twinkled in her ears. Heat flared inside him when he saw them. Every time she wore those earrings, Aidan saw it as a sign of his possession. It was the only way he had branded her.