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I felt my tangled hair trail behind me, spread out above my head as I let him put me in position. My arms fell loose to my sides as he lifted my leg, kissed the inside of my calf. Why did that feel so good? Why did a kiss from Rory on the untried flesh of my leg make a greedy languor seize me? It was all I could do not to make grabby hands at him and demand that he rail me right then and there.

He raised my leg and hooked it over his shoulder. The rasp of his zipper made m bite my lip. I heard him open his jeans, but the next thing I felt wasn’t the fireman’s organ spearing me. It was his hot mouth on my nipples, my thighs cradling his incredible abs and lean muscled back. I knew that I was so turned on that he had to feel my wetness pressed against his bare stomach. It turned me on even more, knowing I was leaving a mark on him, that he had proof of how much I wanted them all, the lust straining within me. My hands went to his hair, the dark waves silken between my fingers as I pressed him to my breast so he would continue to suckle. It felt so good that I twisted beneath him, wiggling a little. He wasn’t in a rush, just spoiling me, pampering me with so much attention on my sensitive nipples.

I reached down and grabbed the hand that he had at my waist. I guided his hand between our bodies to show him how slippery I was. He groaned and ran his fingers through my wet folds. He whispered in my mouth, something filthy I only heard about half of because he was kissing me then, and my whole body was alight, tingling, wanting him. I’d wanted him the longest, I remembered, when our eyes met. He’d come into the ER with smoke inhalation and no matter what he said about sponge bath fantasies, I had dreamed of giving his whole body the attention it deserved right on that gurney.

With my leg still over his shoulder, he levered himself above me on his arms and the head of his cock bumped against my core, a vicious tease that had me nearly whining with want. He kissed my lips, nuzzled my aching, heavy breasts with his hot mouth and then set a hand on my belly. As he thrust into my passage, Rory pressed his thumb between my swollen lips and found the tight bud there. Pressing and rubbing, he had me moaning loudly with every thrust, his ministrations to my clit just right. His thumb swept the underside right as he plunged into me and I bucked in response, crying out. A spike of bliss seared me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on. The shock of my sudden orgasm seized Rory and milked him dry, his eyes shut in concentration as he bore into me and emptied himself, my name on his lips. He held me while we caught our breath. He even helped me to my feet as I stumbled to the bathroom. I drank water right from the faucet, feeling like I’d run ten miles. I shrugged on a robe from the hook on the door, soft cotton and way too big for me, and wrapped it around me. My body was buzzing, pleasantly sore and feeling lush and ripe. I cleaned up as best I could, and dragged a brush through my messy hair before I went back out to face them. Jeremy had returned in boxers and a white t-shirt, and Rory had zipped his jeans up, gone hunting for his shirt.

Then there was Darren. Six feet tall and barefoot, sprawled like an indolent king in his leather chair, his eyes hooded and dark as they ranged all over me, his hand rubbing the hard outline in his pants. He was aroused from watching me with other men, with his brothers. The knowledge of that thrilled me. I went to him. I rested my hand on his thigh, my neon pink nails showing bright and sassy against the black Armani suit pants. “Take me to your bed, Darren,” I said in the most alluring voice I could muster. It was hard to sound seductive when you felt throttled with desire for a man like that.

Darren got to his feet, towering over me, so big and so near, crowding me. All my senses were full of him then, the shadow of stubble on his face, the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallowed hard, the smell of his skin.

“You good?” he said, checking in, so thoughtful even as his eyes were nearly black with desire.

I nodded. “Yeah, better than good,” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?” I teased a little.

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