Protecting Dallas

This is crazy.

It was crazy. It was even worse than crazy, because I knew with absolutely certainty I was about to make a colossal mistake.

There are three of them, Dallas. Three.

Kane’s fingers probed upward, slipping along my lower back and over my hip. Then then slid their way downward… and over my taut, trembling stomach…

Three of them in the same house.

At best, I was about to cause huge amounts of resentment and jealousy. At worst, I’d be driving a wedge between three men who were forever connected as brothers. A wedge that might even hurt their bond. A wedge that could—

“Ohhhh…”

I gasped as Kane’s hand slipped between my legs. One of his fingers pulled my thong to the side. The others…

The others found my warm, wet slit.

Oh God that’s good…

It was too late. Too late to go back. I’d been without a boyfriend for way too long, sexually frustrated to the point of bursting. I’d lost everything in the fire, including my toys. And for the better part of the last month, I’d been surrounded by three of the most handsome, gorgeous, well-muscled—

“I’ve wanted you,” Kane grunted into my ear, “since the first time I saw you…”

Two thick fingers slid beautifully into me. Or was it one? Jesus, his hands were so big I couldn’t even tell.

“Oh yeah?” I squirmed.

He nodded, chewing on my shoulder. Pumping me with his hand. Filling me over and over with those thick, wonderful digits. Curling them gently, to brush my G-spot.

“H—Holy shit…”

My hands clawed the sheets on either side of my body. I was absolutely drenched.

“Holy… holy…”

It was unbelievable, how quickly I’d reached the point of no return. How fast I’d gone from kissing to grinding to totally losing it.

Oh my GOD!

My orgasm usually started in my belly, fluttering its way upward and expanding through my body as I got more and more turned on. Only not now. Not this time.

“FUUUUUCK….”

This time my climax surged up like a rogue wave, crashing over me in a split second of pure, white-hot euphoria.

“OH FUCKKKK!”

Kane rolled into me, clamping one giant hand over my mouth to keep me silent. It only made me hotter. I bit down against his palm, hard enough to hurt but not break the skin. His eyes flared. They found mine, and we locked gazes, both of us on exactly the same page as to what needed to happen.

“Be quiet,” he growled into my face. “Unless you want the others in here.”

I nodded numbly, my pussy still contracting around his thrusting, probing fingers. I was at the tail end of a colossal orgasm. Still rolling my hips, grinding down hard into his hand.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck…

His knuckles brushed against my clit with every movement. Over and over they sent delicious aftershocks, rocketing upward and into the pleasure centers of my brain.

Jesus Christ, Dallas…