"Oh my G.o.d. Holy s.h.i.+t." Her words escaped in loud pants when he withdrew and then pressed back in. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched against his fingers, her eyes closing tightly.

"Gunner. Price." She screamed their names as they pushed her over, her o.r.g.a.s.m striking hard and fast. Price acknowledged her pretty cries as he moved next to her and swallowed her soft mewls with gentle kisses.

Gunner's heart raced as he watched his partners.

Oh yeah. He could definitely do a lifetime of this.

Chapter Four.

Deni clung to Price's shoulders, struggling to understand what had just happened. One minute she was sitting on the loveseat in the living room, so anxious she couldn't think straight. The next she was lying naked in bed with two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, having the greatest o.r.g.a.s.m of her life.

And they hadn't even f.u.c.ked her yet.

Her mind whirled.

Somewhere along the line, Gunner had moved to claim her other side, and she was currently the middle of a man sandwich. She giggled.

"Something funny?" Price asked.

She shook her head, unwilling to tell them her silly thoughts. "I'm just happy. But we're not done, are we? I mean neither of you..." She wasn't sure how to finish her comment. She could feel two very distinct erections pressing against her hips.

"We thought we'd give you a second to catch your breath." Gunner stroked her breast. Deni struggled not to make a sound. Her skin was super sensitive and everything they did to her felt unbelievable. Amazing.

"Are you on birth control?"

Deni felt her face flush again. Leave it to Price to cut to the chase.

"I am."

She sensed Gunner's surprise.

"Why?"

She lifted one shoulder, not quite comfortable sharing so many personal details of her life. "My menstrual cycles were irregular and I used to experience bad cramps. The doctor suggested them and they work." She was careful to avoid eye contact with either man. She couldn't believe she was lying in bed naked with them, talking about her period.

"Do you remember to take it?"

Deni narrowed her eyes at Price's question. "Yes, I remember." Most of the time. She didn't say the last out loud. She never missed more than a day or two, and she always corrected the oversight the way the doctor told her to.

"Did you take today's?"

Price was like a dog with a bone. He seemed convinced she'd lose her own head if it wasn't attached.

She nodded and then paused. Had she? "I think so." Then she remembered taking it in her office as part of her breakfast regimen of a too-ripe banana and a cup of coffee. G.o.d, had it really only been this morning that she'd been in her lab, working away as if her entire life wasn't about to take a wide right turn? "Yes. I did. I absolutely did."

Price kissed her. "Good. I'm not using a condom."

Gunner lifted his head. "Price..."

"I'm clean. You?"

Gunner nodded.

"Then this conversation is over. She's ours. We're hers. I'm not putting anything between us. If you want to, that's your call to make."

"Does everything about today feel completely weird to anyone else, or is it just me?" While Deni had spent nearly every second since Price walked into her lab struggling to adjust, neither man displayed the slightest bit of unease or confusion or...h.e.l.l...anything.

Gunner pressed a quick kiss on her shoulder. "It's all odd, Deni. But that doesn't mean it's wrong."

"I'm not saying that. It's just-"

Price interrupted her. "I understand what you mean. You and I are jumping into this relations.h.i.+p in the middle. Most couples have a definite beginning where they play the dating game. They get to know each other slowly, in safe places like restaurants and movie theaters. You and Gunner got to do a bit of that. Meanwhile, we skipped the preliminaries, hopped into bed within hours of meeting, talking about birth control and masturbating while-"

"Masturbating?" Gunner asked.

Price chuckled. "You missed that part."

Gunner looked like he wanted specifics, but Price continued. "Regardless of how strange this situation is, I'm not sure I've ever been in a relations.h.i.+p that felt more natural. More honest."

Deni wanted to agree, but she had no comparison. A quick glance at Gunner's face confirmed he felt the same way as Price. She'd take their word for it, because the simple truth was she trusted them.

Apparently the time for talking had pa.s.sed. Gunner sat up, moving her legs apart and kneeling between them. As she looked into his beloved face, she recognized the power of this moment. And how much she wanted these men.

She'd told herself she would never experience love. She was wrong. She would fall in love with them. She probably was already there with Gunner, and there was something about Price that called to her, touched her.

Price rose and stood beside the bed. His gaze never left her face as Gunner leaned forward, placing his c.o.c.k at the entrance of her s.e.x. She sucked in a deep breath as Gunner slowly pressed in.

There was a twinge of discomfort, then a stinging pain. Deni tried to mask her slight wince, but she clearly failed. Price frowned as Gunner froze.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

Gunner studied her face and then he continued to move until he was seated to the hilt.

"Okay?" he asked.

She nodded and then grinned. "Guess I'm not a virgin anymore."

Gunner didn't immediately agree. She gasped when he started to pull out, the sudden movement catching her by surprise.

He didn't stop until he'd completely withdrawn. She was confused until she watched him stepped aside so Price could take his place.

"Oh," she said softly as Price entered her. Like Gunner, he left her feeling uncomfortably full. She'd have to research the male anatomy, determine if her men were a bit larger than the norm.

Price leaned forward and kissed her. "Ours," he murmured against her lips.

She smiled, no longer feeling threatened by his undeniable claiming. "Mine," she declared.

Price moved back the slightest bit and then pushed in faster.

Deni released a completely unladylike squeak and wrapped her legs around Price's waist, urging him to do it again.

Price complied, thrusting in and out for at least a dozen strokes. The twinges of discomfort gave way to pure pleasure.

Then Price left her and Gunner took his place, driving her farther, higher. Her fingernails dug into Gunner's back and he hissed with pain. She recalled his comment about good hurts. This one must have qualified because he increased his speed, groaning in obvious desire.

She cried out when Gunner left her again, but Price didn't give her time to miss him, picking up the same maddening, beautiful rhythm.

Deni looked over and watched as Gunner stroked his own c.o.c.k, his eyes glued to the place where Price entered her.

Price had said they would share her. She hadn't fully understood what that meant until this moment. When Gunner reached over to touch her c.l.i.t, Deni knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Price increased his speed, pumping harder as Gunner stroked her. Deni closed her eyes, struggling not to fly away. It was too much. Too good.

Mercifully, Price gave her permission to let go. "I'm not going to last much longer, Denise. Come with me."

It was all she needed to hear. Her back arched as lightning struck. Price stiffened above her, a stream of curse words flowing from his lips. "Jesus Christ. So f.u.c.king good. s.h.i.+t. s.h.i.+t, Denise."

Mere seconds pa.s.sed before Price pulled out and collapsed next to her and Gunner returned to take his place. The head of his c.o.c.k nudged her and then he stopped.

Deni opened her eyes as Gunner leaned over her.

"Sore?"

She was touched by his concern. And while she was definitely feeling twinges of pain in unique places, she would never tell Gunner. She didn't want this moment to end.

She shook her head. "No."

"Liar," he whispered.

She grinned, cupping his handsome face. "Don't you dare stop."

He slid in slowly, his path eased by her arousal and Price's come. He moved slowly, giving her time to recover, to regroup.

Gunner moved slowly, his face reflective of someone savoring the moment. Deni smiled, tears forming in her eyes. She didn't realize how powerful this experience would be. How perfect.

Price leaned closer, tugging on her jaw so she faced him. "Crying?"

Gunner stopped moving, but she shook her head, tried to pull him closer with her legs around his waist. "Happy."

Gunner chuckled and began thrusting deeper, faster.

Deni tried to catch her breath as the telltale tingles started in her p.u.s.s.y. Again? She didn't think it was possible. Physical exhaustion was claiming her and yet her body wanted more. Would it always be this way with them?

Price gave her a long, slow, extremely thorough kiss as his hand gently caressed her breast. Gunner's motions became harder, less graceful. He was getting close. So was she.

Price rubbed her c.l.i.t-the clever b.a.s.t.a.r.d had found her self-destruct b.u.t.ton-and she broke away from his kiss, struggling to suck in air as her body gave way to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

Gunner came with her. Dropping to his elbows, he caged her beneath him, his lips and tongue traveling over her sensitive skin in a way that felt almost reverent.

He withdrew slowly and she couldn't restrain the s.h.i.+vers his departure produced. Every part of her body was on system overload.

Gunner twisted her as he claimed the other side of the bed, s.h.i.+fting her so that he could spoon her from behind. Price lay facing her. He dragged one of her legs over his and nuzzled closer. None of them bothered to pull up the sheet or blanket. There was enough heat between the three of them that such things weren't necessary.

Gunner placed a sleepy kiss on her shoulder and then she listened as his breathing turned deep, heavy. Price cupped her face, simply staring at her.

"I wasn't happy when I got that letter," he confessed.

She smiled. "I know. I don't blame you. I had pencils in my hair."

"I was wrong."

It was three very simple words. Taken apart they would mean little. Spoken now, together, by Price... Deni wasn't sure she'd ever heard anything more beautiful.

A lump formed in her throat, making it impossible for her to reply. What the h.e.l.l could she say? He and Gunner had taken her from her safe, boring world and shown her Heaven. Thank you seemed insignificant, almost trivial.

As always, she waited too long, forgot to speak out loud.

Price grinned. "Go to sleep, Denise."

"Good night," she whispered, closing her eyes. Usually her mind raced a mile a minute each night as she lay down. She'd spend at least an hour playing over her experiments, a.n.a.lyzing data, plotting out her next day's course. She jokingly told Curtis she did her best thinking in bed and the shower. He'd told her that was a sad state of affairs. She didn't understand why he felt that way at the time. Now she did.

She rested her head on Price's shoulder when he s.h.i.+fted to his back and snuggled closer.

Then she fell asleep.

Deni opened her eyes, surprised by the bright sunlight filling the room. Typically she woke before dawn, anxious and ready to start the workday. She'd slept hours later than normal.

Heavy breathing coming from both sides reminded her why. Glancing to her left, she saw Price sacked out on his back, one arm thrown above his head, the other lying across his chest. Her dark, dangerous-looking warrior appeared almost peaceful. The sheet drifted low, only covering him from the waist down. She was tempted to lift it, to peek beneath to see if he was hard. She resisted, too afraid she'd wake him.

Looking right, Gunner lay on his stomach, his face turned toward her. His jaw was covered with a shadow of a beard, and she realized she'd never seen him looking anything less than completely put together. She preferred this version of the man with his mussed-up hair and scruffy beard. He was real. Handsome.

Hers.

Deni needed to get a grip. Needed time to figure out what the h.e.l.l she was supposed to do now. It would be too easy for her to disappear into these men, into this unusual, but highly addictive relations.h.i.+p. She squeezed her legs together, relis.h.i.+ng the slight ache in her muscles.

She should have taken a bath last night. Indulged in a nice long soak to clear away the confusion and clean up the stickiness. They'd all fallen asleep immediately following their o.r.g.a.s.ms.

She sat up slowly and carefully made her way to the bottom of the bed carefully so she didn't wake them up. She'd get a shower, get dressed-in the same d.a.m.n jeans and T-s.h.i.+rt-then head over to the lab. A few hours away from the hotel and Gunner and Price would give her time to put her thoughts together.

Deni tiptoed to her room and locked the door behind her. She didn't trust her men not to follow her, to take her plans and toss them out on their ear. After her shower, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, got dressed and threw her shoes on. She listened through the door but didn't hear anyone.