"What are you, a thirteen-year-old girl?" James cracked up.

"Hey, cut him some slack." Mike perked up as Kayla snuggled beside him on the carpet. "I can promise these ladies will make you forget your own name. Never mind that you're a grown man who should have some f.u.c.king pride."

"You held out longer than I thought you would, if that's any consolation," Morgan teased from her place in Dave's clutches.

Neil lifted Kate into his arms. "I hope you don't mind if I take you someplace a little more comfortable?"

"Suit up first." She jerked her chin toward the condom stash. "Anyone who's with Morgan has to wear one too."

"Are we supposed to use all of those?" His eyes got round.

"Maybe eventually." She laughed. "But hopefully we'll be pregnant long before then and we won't need to bother anymore."

"Good plan." Neil tossed two packets to each of the guys. He sheathed first James, then himself in record time. When he finished, he glanced over at Mike, who began to rouse from the daze they'd knocked him into. "Get on that, buddy, would you?"

"Sure, sure." He waved them off.

Kate giggled when Neil scooped her up once more. She trailed her fingers down his neck. "Coming, James?"

"I have a tiny bit more control than that, Katiebug."

Devon smiled as her guys toyed with her friend. James had told her once about how Kate had really cemented the crew together in the beginning. She would never forget that Kate had eased James's lingering worries about his s.e.xuality and granted him acceptance to grow into the man he was today. Though they'd always been best friends, the guys had benefited from the women they'd pulled into their group, who had provided the extra emotional something they hadn't realized they were missing.

If it hadn't been for Kate, Devon suspected their group might have fractured or drifted apart. They'd grown so much. Shared so much. It was impossible to separate them anymore.

"Shh..." Joe's hush made her wonder if she'd actually whimpered for her pair. "We'll go with your guys. You can play voyeur if you want."

As if settling on a plan, the crewmembers each embraced their new partner and claimed a spot in the adjoining s.p.a.ce. Neil and James had laid out Kate on the couch. James supported her shoulders while Neil pressed her knees apart. He burrowed between her thighs, intent on tasting her.

Dave sat in the loveseat with Morgan straddling his lap. She left room for him to roll purple latex over his thick erection. When he finished, she snuggled close to his broad chest. He kissed her cheek and spoke in a soothing murmur. Too low for Devon to make out exactly what he was saying, the general rumble of his ba.s.s sounded nice to her.

Joe opted to bend her over the coffee table in the center of the room. His warm chest blanketed her back, and his c.o.c.k rode the furrow of her p.u.s.s.y when he reached beneath her to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and prevent her belly from pressing to the cool surface of the furnis.h.i.+ng. She couldn't say she minded when she had a panoramic view of the action around her.

Even Mike recovered enough to carry Kay and deposit her onto the rug in front of the fireplace. He stretched out behind her, caressing her from her shoulder along her ribs to the curve of her hip. He extended his arm for her to rest her head on, then snaked his other hand around her torso, sheltering her and keeping her close to his body.

They turned their faces toward each other to exchange a frisky kiss complete with Kayla nibbling on his bottom lip. "You know, you would look hot if you got this pierced. A little stud, right in the center."

"I think I'll leave that stuff to you and Dave." He laughed. "Though I have to say, I've always loved the way your hardware looks. It fits you perfectly."

As if to prove his point, he thumbed the silver in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"They're not just for show, you know." She sighed. "That feels twice as good as it used to. Tug on the hoops. Please."

Mike groaned. "d.a.m.n. I thought I'd never be hard again. It took you less than five minutes to prove me wrong."

He scanned the entire room as he proclaimed their victory.

Devon met his wandering gaze and smirked. Her smugness evaporated when Joe bounced his c.o.c.k against her c.l.i.t. She clutched the edges of the coffee table as though she might fly around the room like a rogue helium balloon if she didn't anchor herself.

"I always thought it would be fun to tease you, Dev." He dragged his fingertips from her shoulders to her a.s.s in maddening, erratic patterns. "You're such an imp. And the pranks you pull... You're a disobedient pixie. It turns me on when your guys focus all that extra energy. I always wanted to try it and see if I could too."

"You're doing a pretty good job." Neil lifted his mouth from where he toyed with Kate's p.u.s.s.y. "Looks like you have her full attention now."

"Do I?" Joe covered her, nibbling at her ear.

"Yes," she mewled.

"Good." He gripped her hip easily with one hand, then reached between them with the other. "Because I want you to know who it is taking you, Dev. When we work together or when we hang out, you'll know that I've had you and you've had me. You can count on me. Come to me with anything. I'll always have your back like I do now. And if Morgan or I need to borrow some of your light and fun, you always know. You share your brightness with all of us around you. I love that about you."

Devon didn't expect the wash of emotion he inspired in her. Not like this. Not so strong. She couldn't speak around the lump in her throat. So instead she reached down, between her legs, and lifted him to the threshold of her body. She held him there.

"Thank you," he whispered before he advanced.

The introduction of his flesh into hers shocked a gasp from her. Heat and pressure built until his head slipped inside. When she thought she might cry uncle and tell him he was too much, a familiar hand landed on her upper arm.

James.

"Give it a second." He promised, "You're going to love it. He's so smooth when he f.u.c.ks. Just like he talks."

Morgan cried out from where she nestled tighter onto Dave's lap. Whether because their friend's large c.o.c.k stretched her or because the discussion of her husband fueled the flames, Devon couldn't be sure.

"d.a.m.n, Mike wasn't exaggerating. You're so f.u.c.king tight." Joe huffed as he metered his invasion. "You'd better go slow when you get to Dave. Maybe save him for another day."

Devon knew she wouldn't. After bonding with Joe and Mike, she couldn't leave the other man out in the cold.

Conversations flared, interspersed with moans, sighs and the slick slaps of good s.e.x. The other women exchanged connections with their temporary partners the same as she had with Joe. They had so many of these compatible features-intertwined lives, hopes, interests and fantasies-that each combination resulted in something new and wonderful. Her heart glowed with serenity. She'd never felt as safe as she did surrounded by her eight best friends.

She looked up to see James kneeling above Kate, who pampered him with what looked like one h.e.l.l of a hummer. He played with his nipples and muttered encouragement while he stared at Neil. Their mate had climbed Kate's body and pressed inside. Devon's p.u.s.s.y clenched when the guys exchanged a sultry kiss, connecting all three of them in a l.u.s.ty triangle.

Kayla cried out, drawing Devon's stare. The landscape was like a licentious feast, every course holding another delicious treat for her to devour. Mike held Kay's jaw at the perfect angle to grant himself access to her mouth. He kissed her hard and a little rough as he slid his other hand between her legs to play with her c.l.i.t. She responded by opening herself to him, raising her leg to allow him to lunge deeper, faster, between her thighs.

Joe smacked Devon's a.s.s and increased his pace. "Dirty girl. You like spying on them, don't you?"

"Yes." She squealed when he repeated the spank on the other side. The tingles left by his palm enhanced her arousal, making it effervesce like champagne.

"Keep watching." He stayed true to James's promise, gliding in her from root to tip, careful not to hurt her yet refusing to skimp on his thrusts. "I can feel your p.u.s.s.y fluttering around me. Getting stronger now. Especially when I rub my c.o.c.k here."

He repeated the motion until they both were gasping for air.

Morgan shouted, "I'm going to come."

Joe froze for a second.

"Yeah, look." Devon figured he'd earned a little teasing of his own. "See how wild she is for your friend? Her hair looks gorgeous waving down her back while she rides him."

Joe landed another smack on her a.s.s. And that was all it took.

Devon heard the escalating cries of the other women even as she surrendered to her climax. She stared into James's eyes as another man showered her with bliss. Except it didn't feel like that. Not really. Joe was part of the crew, same as Neil and James. An extension of her lovers, he treated her as his own.

Before she'd quite wrung all the possible rapture from his c.o.c.k, Joe withdrew. "Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't stay or I'd lose it. And somehow I don't think that's the plan."

She hadn't recovered enough to argue. Instead, when he traced her lips with his index finger, she sucked on the tip like a baby with a pacifier. The pulls of her mouth matched the aftershocks wringing her p.u.s.s.y. Before she could cool down, Mike took the reins.

"Trade women," he ordered.

Joe kissed her cheek, then smiled. "See you later."

Before she could figure out where she was supposed to be, Mike s.n.a.t.c.hed her around the waist and yanked her to him. Lying on her side, she observed Kate slumped in Dave's lap. He changed his condom discretely while she recovered from the wreckage Devon knew James and Neil were capable of inflicting on a woman's reserve.

Morgan squealed when Neil got cozy between her legs and started the process of reawakening her arousal. As if they'd hit rewind, the guys seduced their new partners in the same manner they had the first. Devon could relate when Kayla yelped at the first tap of Joe's c.o.c.k on her c.l.i.t.

Unlike the day on the job site, Mike slid into her with relative ease. "Ah, that's better. I guess I should have had Joe work you open for me last time too."

Devon was used to being f.u.c.ked twice in a row. There were plenty of nights both James and Neil took a turn or two or three, one of them recovering while the other continued to raise her higher and higher. She concentrated on the spark of pleasure in her core and allowed Mike to fan it back to life. Apparently the other women had similar experience.

Before long, a chorus of f.u.c.k yeah and harder and right there accompanied their moans. This round went faster, as the women had been primed by their previous lovers. They took pity on the men, who each managed to cling to their control long enough to grant his partner release.

Devon still floated when Mike called, "One more time. We can do it. Hurry."

Dave came to claim her. He flopped into the loveseat, draping her over him. "It's okay if you're not comfortable, Dev. Let me keep you close. That'll be enough. Rub your c.l.i.t on my c.o.c.k and I bet we'll both come in no time. h.e.l.l, I'll be lucky to last through a minute of outercourse at this point."

"I didn't know you were into frottage." She sighed at the mental movies that thought inspired, adding the demand to her birthday wish list. A fetish for another time.

The gentle giant held her as though she were made of spun gla.s.s. That wouldn't do at all.

"Stop talking, Dave." She put her hand over his mouth. He always rambled when nerves plagued him, which happened more often than she would have guessed in the early days of their friends.h.i.+p. Kayla calmed him with her easy acceptance, ma.s.sage skills and naturist philosophy. It was a good match. No, a perfect one.

Somehow, Devon realized lately that of all the men, she could boss Dave around a bit. Not that she would manipulate him, or take advantage, but sometimes, it helped break him out of a mental rut. He bit his bottom lip and scrunched his eyes closed. His c.o.c.k throbbed against her belly. She had no doubt he'd let guilt and fear keep him from the ultimate relief he so desperately needed if she didn't interject.

"Put your hands on the arms of the chair." She had never used such a stern tone before. With this man, in this time and place, it felt right. So she did it again. "Don't move them unless I tell you to."

"Dev?" He did as she asked despite the questions in his eyes.

"The biggest tamed by the smallest." Joe chuckled as he filled Kate. "Never thought I'd see the day. Son of a b.i.t.c.h, that's s.e.xy."

"And so are you." Kate smiled up at Joe. They had such an easy friends.h.i.+p. Both of them people people. Both nurturers by nature. They loved to see their family happy and fed off the positive karma in the room. "I can't wait to hear you erupting inside me. I bet you flood that condom."

"f.u.c.k." Neil skipped laving Kayla's engorged p.u.s.s.y and went straight to riding her. "I owe you a raincheck, hon. I can't wait."

"It's been too long since the last time we did this." She wrapped her legs around him, welcoming him inside.

"Won't make that mistake again." He tipped her face toward James's c.o.c.k. Ruddy and painfully erect, it jutted into the air. "Now show James how much you missed him."

Kayla fulfilled his wish by entwining her fingers with James's. The two of them shared a bond so emotional it was almost spiritual. Devon had never seen two people be able to sit in comfortable silence as long as these two, whether it was on the deck, watching the lake or while listening to the rowdy crew at a dinner party.

"Same goes, Kay." James squeezed her hand. "But I'm dying here. Please?"

She opened her mouth and welcomed him inside before he'd finished asking.

Devon had to hurry or she wouldn't have time to recover and come with the others. It would hurt at least a little. She didn't mind. Rising onto her knees, she grabbed hold of Dave's c.o.c.k and positioned it so she could slide onto the extra-thick shaft.

Fortunately, her two previous o.r.g.a.s.ms had generated a ton of lube.

Still he lodged in her, barely an inch deep.

"Dev, don't." Dave started to s.h.i.+ft.

"Did I tell you to move?" She arrowed a disapproving frown in his direction.

"Sorry, sorry." His c.o.c.k twitched between her stretched p.u.s.s.y lips. "And quit doing that if you want to have any hope at all of me finis.h.i.+ng this race."

"Oh no, you're not allowed to surrender until I tell you." She had no idea this side of her even existed. But with him, it did. And now that she'd found it, she decided she liked it.

He nodded once.

"That's brilliant." Mike's awed murmur reached her ears as she hitched her hips to lift up a bit. Once she'd slicked Dave's shaft, she sank down, letting inertia force her onto him farther. It burned. She wouldn't deny that. But she kind of liked it.

Devon braced her hands behind her on Dave's knees. She whimpered, then granted him permission to touch her. "Rub my c.l.i.t."

He did, in such a perfect pattern she feared she'd come too soon.

"Not so fast."

He slowed instantly.

The rush of exhilaration his obedience brought helped her to work him deeper.

"You've almost got him, babe." Neil called rea.s.surance as he rocked into Kayla. "Kay loves seeing it too. She's smothering my c.o.c.k. d.a.m.n. So amazing. Both of you."

Their support gave her the strength to continue.

"I'm not going to break." She smiled into Dave's uncertain eyes. "Hold me. Kiss me."

He did. His broad hands covered most of her back as he tugged her to him. The more severe angle allowed her weight to press her the rest of the way onto his c.o.c.k. White, searing pleasure mixed with pain flashed before her.

When it could easily have stolen her buzz, he neutralized the intensity with the cool, refres.h.i.+ng gentleness of his lips. Next to James, he was easily the best kisser of the crew. He made love to her mouth. Reverent and patient, he morphed her discomfort into ecstasy.

Once united, they hardly had to move to incite a riot of sensation in each other.

Dave went up for air.

She used the tiny separation to pat his chest. "Such a good boy."

"Not if you keep talking." His head dropped back against the cus.h.i.+on of the loveseat. "I'll break your don't-shoot edict pretty f.u.c.king fast."

If the desperate shouts behind her were any indication, Devon figured the whole crew rowed in the same boat.

"Oh, really?" She tapped his cheek with her open palm. "Maybe you want me to punish you next time around."