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  Dustin moaned and fisted the dark comforter. For an instant, his and Dustin’s eyes locked. Suddenly, fear rose inside Clint. But before it could shackle him, luckily, Dustin turned back to Beth and raised her enough to kiss her.

  A rush moved through Clint as he watched the two deepen their kiss.

  When their mouth embrace broke, Beth grabbed Dustin’s thighs and looked at them both with wide, dilated eyes. Beth’s pussy tightened around his dick.

  “I-I’m g-going to…” Beth panted.

  “Me, too,” Dustin growled, sliding back inside her mouth.

  “Come!” Clint commanded.

  The dam broke inside him, and he came as the other did, with curses, writhing bodies and hoarse shouts.

  After a few minutes, the pulse of his orgasm slowly eased and his muscles relaxed.

  “That was amazing.” Dustin reached out and touched his shoulder.

  Something akin to electricity fired through Clint from Dustin’s fingers on his shoulder.

  Fuck.

  Clint jerked his entire body away from Dustin. Too late. The memory that he’d buried years ago surfaced and froze every cell inside him. He stopped breathing. His tongue turned to sandpaper.

  “Everything okay?” Beth panted.

  She must’ve sensed the change, too.

  Clint pulled his spent dick out of Beth’s pussy and rolled onto his side.

  “Everything is just fine,” Dustin answered. “Right, pardner?”

  “Fine.” Clint pushed the new sensation and the old memory far away.

  “I’m glad.” Beth smiled at him.

  “It’s my birthday, too.” Dustin grinned wide. “I want some more, please.”

  Clint’s breathed deeply, relief rolling over him.

  “Beth, you want to give this cowboy more?” Clint asked to cover up the moment.

  “Well, we do still have more condoms.” She grinned.

  Dustin dove between Beth’s legs and lightly teased her clit with his fingers.

  “Easy, cowboy.”

  Clint breathing relaxed, relief rolling over him as the moment passed without Dustin and Beth wondering more about why he’d reacted to his buddy’s brush against his skin.

  Just don’t touch me again, Dustin.

  * * * *

  Beth still buzzed from the uninhibited sex she’d enjoyed with Clint and Dustin. The afterglow took her to a dreamy state that she resisted leaving.

  Where Clint had been demanding, Dustin had been adventurous. They’d shared her, been inside her. The night had been off-the-charts. Though they were different in their lovemaking styles, each reached her in ways she’d never felt before, and she wanted to explore that more.

  Dustin’s body pressed against the full length of her back, arm wrapped around her waist. Though his slow breathing let her know he still slept, his hand seemed awake, gently massaging her breast, causing her body to charge up again.

  Beth heard the door to her bathroom shut. Her gut tightened, evaporating her remaining dreaminess.

  She opened her eyes. No Clint. A minute later, she heard the shower start.

  Her heart pounded hard and fast. Had she made a mistake? Would they think she’d taken them to bed only to protect her job?

  Shit. Wasn’t the proverbial morning after a bitch?

  That wasn’t the reason. But why did she agree to have sex with them? Though multiple opportunities for bed partners had come to her since her divorce three years ago, she’d only had sex twice since then. Had she been so pent up that when Clint and Dustin offered to fuck her, she jumped at the chance?

  She’d wanted them from the very first day, no matter that they would likely push her off the show. Something about their masculinity and self-assuredness called to her. Dustin’s innuendos heated her to a boil. And Clint? Something lived underneath all that willpower, something commanding she could respond to. But he hadn’t unleashed it yet. Why, she wasn’t sure, but his sudden rush to the shower just confused her more.

  Beth tried to peel Dustin’s arm around her waist off without waking him. His breathing changed.

  “Are you trying to get away?” Dustin growled and nipped at her neck.

  Her ache came back with fervor.

  “No. Should we wait for Clint?”

  “Why? He’s the one who left.” His lips touched her ear, and he whispered, “Plus, he takes very long showers.”

  His hands drifted to her nipples. He tweaked them lightly with his fingers.

  “Beth, we’ll have time with him again. Right now, I’ve got a hard dick that won’t be denied your tight pussy.”

  “Hmm.”

  Dustin slid his hand down to her mound.

  “And by the feel of it, you’re ready for some hot action from me, too.”

  She had no idea how, after such great sex hours ago, she could want more, but she did. “Mmm…”

  He positioned her back against the mattress and placed his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned down and pierced her mouth with his tongue, which worked her like a hot, sumptuous tool. She felt his hard cock touch her folds. Her body shuddered, her ache growing.

  He broke their kiss. “You’re so fucking incredible, Beth.”

  “If you mean how I kiss, I’m not bad, but neither are you.” Her heart pounded rapidly, engulfed with desire.

  Dustin cemented their lips together again. No one had ever kissed her like this, so playful yet captivating. His savory kiss went on and on. When he finally lifted his head, his gaze clung to her like ivy. Her desire grew again, unfurling like petals on the first day of spring.

  Beth caressed his naked chest, fingers scratching lightly over his skin.

  “Darlin, I want to be inside your hot pussy.”

  Beth smiled. Dustin held no boundaries or secrets. Sharing whatever entered his head came natural for him, which was so unlike her.

  “This time, slow and easy.” Dustin moved and guided the tip of his dick to her swollen folds.

  “I’d like that.” Beth touched his shoulder that felt like solid rock.

  His cock eased inside her. She tightened her inner wall around his massive erection.

  “Y-Yes, Beth. I feel you. So good.”

  He filled her up, especially now that she was a bit swollen and tender after last night. Dustin began a slow, methodical grind, but she wondered if he could hold out for long. God knew she couldn’t.

  Soon, his body glistened with a fine layer of lusty sweat. Passion tightened his face, blazed his eyes, as it rose up inside him. She shivered expectantly.

  “You like it slow, Beth?”

  “Yeeesss,” she moaned.

  “You’re like the sweetest sugar,” he panted pumping slowly in and out of her pussy. “Can you handle this pace a bit longer?”

  Handle it? Beth loved it. She nodded.

  He clenched his jaw, his fists. His effort to make their connection last pleased her.

  Beth’s heart pounded wildly as passionate intensity inside her increased from his steady glide. In and out. In and out. So incredibly deep. She bit her lip, relishing his vigorous, unchanging rhythm. His entire body rocked against hers with each charge. Amazing willpower.

  Never changing or ceasing his drive, Dustin leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers. Their tongues danced. Want exploded inside her like a grenade and her body thirsted for him.

  “You’re ready, I can tell. Come for me, Beth.” Against her chest, his heart pounded into overdrive.

  “Do it, Dustin. Fill me up.”

  Her whole body rocked, inside and out. The bed squeaked. The mattress shook. Beth thought the bed might break from his handling, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, wanted this.

  Every muscle in her body tensed as desire spiked deep inside her. The pressure grew, built, expanded, and she mewled with need. “Come for me, darlin.”

  Beth held her breath as the climax spread through her. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes as she cried out with a dazzling fervor.

 
; She watched Dustin’s body tense, his eyes close, then she felt him thrust into her pussy as his orgasm exploded. He moaned in her ear, still pushing inside her. Then, seconds later, his body shuddered, slackened. Beth caressed his back.

  Tonight more than made up for her recent drought in the bedroom. A three-way and a two-way in the same night. Amazing.

  Suddenly, she realized that no sound came from the bathroom. She glanced toward the bathroom. Clint stood in front of the open bathroom door. His dark eyes blazed fury.

  Chapter Eight

  Clint turned off the water, and the sounds of lovemaking pierced his ears.

  He decided that before he opened the door, he should turn off the light to let his eyes adjust to the dark. When he twisted the handle and swung the door open to the dimly-lit bedroom, he found Dustin fucking Beth.

  At the sight, enormous desire exploded inside Clint. His cock hardened and his flesh heated. When the water first hit his skin in the shower, he wondered if he’d made a mistake by giving into his lust. Watching the last few seconds of Dustin and Beth fucking on the bed gave proof of his total blunder.

  The past two weeks left no doubt at the type of handling Beth needed. He believed she enjoyed her control in the world, but though she might not know it, yet, would love to be controlled in the bedroom.

  Images flooded into his mind of paddling her ass until the flesh turned bright pink, of tweaking her nipples hard, of fastening her to the bed with straps, of slapping her mound, of delivering pleasure in the way that would undoubtedly elicit delicious responses. Though he’d trained several women in the past, breaking down Beth’s resistance would be more wicked, more amazing.

  That could never be. Dustin could never see that side of him. Never. That remained his personal secret, among others, though Beth’s moans and Dustin’s growls tempted him to join them.

  More hot lust marched down to his dick, but he took a breath, pulling in his icy-cold anger. It steadied him and his head cleared.

  Had Beth feigned sleep until he left the room in order to have another go with Dustin alone? A kind of divide and conquer tactic to save her job? Probably. Beth was smart. Clint couldn’t deny how perfect that strategy would be.

  He watched as Dustin’s body went rigid and Beth followed with her own orgasm.

  Clint’s body went taut, but no longer from desire.

  Beth turned to him, looking surprised at his presence. She flipped the switch on her bedside lamp and wiggled out from under Dustin.

  After Beth freed herself from Dustin, he spotted Clint and sat up. “That’s the fastest time in the bathroom I’ve ever known you to take.”

  “Are you coming back to bed, Clint?” She brought her knees up to her chin, feet planted on the bed, arms circled around her legs.

  With one hand Dustin silently motioned Clint to move closer, and with the other he gently stroked Beth’s hair.

  “Everything okay?” She tilted her head and leaned into Dustin.

  Clint hated how sexy she looked, hated the power she possessed over him, hated that they looked so perfect together. Too perfect.

  It wasn’t too late to get back on track for his plan. One night with Beth couldn’t destroy all his hard work. He’d get Dustin away and talk about their career strategy. Convincing Dustin would work, like always. They needed to pursue their dreams of success, and that wasn’t Beth Taylor.

  He caught her stare, fixed on him like a vise. Fuck.

  “I’m leaving.” Everything inside him hit the rocks when it came to her. He must get away, far away.

  His plan for him and Dustin teetered on the brink. If she wanted to create a wedge between them, it might be working. Dustin’s continuous touching of Beth’s leg indicated he wanted more, and what if more meant a traditional coupling, not a three-way?

  “You’re not pissed that Dustin and I…” Her face showed an uneasiness he’d never seen from her before.

  “Do whatever you want.” He consciously controlled his voice. “I really don’t give a damn.”

  But he did. He wanted her, like the condemned wanted amnesty, and that scared the hell out of him.

  “Come on, Clint. Tell her that you’re not pissed.” Dustin swung his feet to the floor, exposing his half-hard cock. His face showed confusion. “We’re all having fun, and I’d like to have some more. Wouldn’t you?”

  “It’s late. If you want to stay, then stay. I need to get back to our place.”

  Before Dustin could speak, Beth pulled the sheet over her. “Go with him. I’m tired, too.”

  “But I’m not ready to go yet.” Dustin leaned into her and kissed her.

  Their embrace held. Clint wanted to turn away, wanted to jump in on the action, wanted to scream, and wanted to run. Instead, his gaze locked on them.

  Beth’s hands came up to Dustin’s bare chest, urging him to end the kiss.

  Clint sensed his reluctance as he tried to hold their lips locked until finally succumbing to her unspoken request.

  “Dustin, it’s time for you both to go.” Her hands went up to Dustin’s chin. “Please. You both made this an incredible decade birthday for me.”

  Her eyes never drifted back to Clint. Clearly, she wanted Dustin, not him. Or so she thought. He knew what she needed, knew what desires hid under all that control.

  “This is ridiculous. We all want more. I can sense it. And now you and Clint want to stop it, as if nothing ever happened.” Dustin turned back to him. “What the fuck is up with you?”

  Clint felt an old fury awaken and clamp onto everyone of his muscles. “We fucked up. No sex with announcers. A simple rule. You ignored it. Now, what do you think will happen?”

  “You need to chill out.” Dustin scowled at him.

  “Too fucking late for that.” Clint needed to calm down fast, or he might say more than he wanted.

  “Get a hold of yourself.” Dustin stood up. “What the hell happened to you in that shower?”

  “I got my head straightened out, that’s what. We work with her. Everything has changed because we couldn’t control our dicks.”

  “I’m still in the room, Clint. We all had a part in this. I’m not innocent here.” Beth’s voice stung him.

  “Don’t listen to him, darlin. He gets things in his head.”

  “Like what?” Beth looked straight at Clint.

  Time to get the upper hand, just the way he liked it.

  “No one can blame you, Beth. I don’t.”

  “What do you mean blame me?”

  “We were brought into the station to improve ratings.”

  Her eyes widened. “You think that I let you into my bed to save my job.”

  Clint felt like a complete prick, but that didn’t matter. Regaining his discipline, his restraint, and his leverage was all that concerned him now. Best not to say another word. Make her sweat. So, he sent a shrug.

  Beth swung her legs to the opposite side of the bed. She stood up with her backside totally exposed, then walked to the closet. Pulling out a baby blue robe, she wrapped it around her like a suit of armor. “Both of you, get the hell out of here.”

  “Darlin, please. Send him away, but not me.” Dustin turned back to Clint. His eyes inflamed, furious.

  “Please, both of you, leave. This went way too far.”

  “Okay. I’ll leave with Clint.” Dustin jumped off the bed.

  “Thank you.”

  “This has been an incredible birthday. Neither of you nor Clint can deny it.”

  “Go. Now. Please.” Beth’s eyes glistened but no tears fell.

  Clint felt like a thousand screws twisted into his gut, anchoring him to shame.

  * * * *

  Dustin hadn’t said a single word since leaving Beth’s apartment. The quiet as they drove to their rental house gave Clint time to think, to plan a strategy.

  No more three-ways. No more morning show trio. No more Beth.

  But Beth Taylor’s fate on the show might prove more difficult when it came to persuading Dust
in to Clint’s side. Dustin might be a hard sell, but Clint never failed to get his friend back on plan, even with Dustin’s well-known stubbornness set in.

  As Clint parked in the driveway, Dustin broke the silence.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

  Dustin’s venom surprised Clint. The norm for Dustin ran from happy-go-lucky and jovial to, at very rare times, slightly agitated. But tonight, he sped past his norm to blazing fury. Clint needed to be calm, or his buddy might go into a rage.

  “Dustin, we took things too far with Beth.”

  “What a pile of horse shit. Something happened back there. I felt it. I think Beth felt it, too. But I doubt you felt anything.”

  A storm brewed inside Dustin, a storm Clint didn’t want to but must face. His plan for their careers demanded it. So, he pressed on.

  “I’ll tell you exactly what you felt, your hard dick in Beth’s tight pussy. Nothing else.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Something did happen. We crossed the line, and that complicates things at the station. We broke our rule.” Clint chose his next words carefully. “She’s a good announcer, but we have a team. Luckily, it’s not too late to fix this mess.”

  “You and your rules can fuck off for all I care.”

  “Dustin, we are a duo. That works for us. Sure, she’s been doing well for the past few weeks, but can she keep it up?”

  “Clint, you can forget it.”

  “Forget what?”

  Dustin’s eyes narrowed. “Plans you have of deep-sixing Beth.”

  “She can’t stay on mornings with us. It won’t work.”

  “The hell it won’t.”

  A pain exploded at the back of Clint’s head. The dream of making it to New York and burning up the airways with Dustin seemed to be evaporating. Beth succeeded in wedging herself between him and Dustin over the past few weeks. Clint should’ve suspected it, but instead he remained quiet, enamored with her, too. She was a smart woman, but he couldn’t let Beth win. Though he’d been stupid to let her stay as long as he did.

  “That’s Candi’s decision, not mine.”

  “You can cut the crap. I know you. I know how you operate. If you have your way, she’ll be knocked off the show in a month or two.”