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  She twisted around against him. “Say what, now?”

  “I said, stop it.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “Every time I compliment you, you brush it aside as if it means nothing. But to me, it means much. When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it. When I say you smell like flowers, I mean that. I don’t care about your shampoo. I love the smell of it. I love the smell of you.”

  Erin’s cheeks warmed. “Pretty talk,” she mumbled, scoffing a little under her breath. When Devon laughed, she pulled his arm around her ribs. His hand brushed her breast, and both froze. Slowly, Devon’s palm opened, fingers unfurling, and he cupped it through her tank top. “Is this OK?” he whispered into her ear. “Please say me aye, Erin.”

  Underneath his touch, her nipple was puckering into a tiny gumdrop, crinkling with pleasure. “It’s very okay,” she said back. “Go on. Touch me.”

  He rose up, leaving her lying down. “And if I do this?” he asked, slipping his fingers underneath the tank’s hem and lifting, ever so slow, until the curve of her breast peeped out. “Is that all right, too?”

  Erin grinned at him. “Go for it.” He slid her tank up over her breasts in one smooth gesture and bent his fantastic mouth to them, suckling in one nipple while caressing the other in a gentle, kneading motion. When his touch grew almost painful with pleasure, she cried out, and pushed his head to the other side. He followed orders willingly, laving her breast with his clever tongue, the air chilling her where he’d been before.

  He stopped. “Up?”

  She sat up, sensing what he wanted, and raised her arms. He slid the tank off her and tossed it to a side, then lowered her careful as could be back to the blanket. Instead of kissing her again, though, he laid his soft head between her breasts and let out a low, near-purring sound of pure contentment. “You are a wondrous woman,” he said, voice soft. “Don’t ever believe differently, Erin.”

  With you around? No way. A girl could get more than her head turned. Erin brought her hand down to run her fingers through Devon’s hair. It felt a little coarse to the touch, as if he swam too much and got an abundance of salt in it, but it was warm from his body heat and sprang back where she touched it. Nice color, too, a good warm brown that made her think of seals, playing on the beach in the moonlight.

  A thought popped into Erin’s mind. She wasn’t at all sure about it, but what the hell? It was a night of magic, a one-time-fling, that was all. She could be a little crazy if she wanted to. Slipping out from his grasp, she smiled. “If you liked kissing, you’re going to love this.”

  She slid down the length of his body, nudging his legs apart until she could kneel between them, and reached for the zipper to his shorts. He gasped when her fingers touched it, but kept quiet as she drew it down click by click. At her tap to his hip, he raised up enough for her to ease the shorts down a little, revealing his cock. Just a little hard, but still thick and impressive to her eyes.

  “Want me to make you hard?” she whispered.

  Devon stared at her, then nodded yes. A very emphatic yes. Laughing a little to herself, Erin bent her head, brought her hands up, made the “seal and O” she’d heard so much locker-room talk about, and drew him into her mouth.

  From the moan he let out, she’d have thought this the first time anyone had ever done that to him, but maybe it was the night’s magic getting to him as well. He expanded in her mouth as she drew long licks up the shaft with her tongue and circled the crown as if it were an ice cream cone, until she could only take in a little and had to depend on her hands for the rest. God, she hadn’t done this since… well… she hated to think how long it had been. She hoped it was okay, but then again, going by the sounds Devon made, she’d be getting at least a gold star for effort.

  Dropping kisses along the length of his cock, she nibbled up the side of it like an ear of corn, careful not to hurt. That made him jerk his hips involuntarily, and drew a startled “Erin, lass!” from his lips. She could feel him pulsing on her tongue, warm and salty, and underneath her small hands he felt like velvet and silk.

  Erin pulled out every trick she could remember, licking, suckling, even dipping down to take his balls ever so carefully one by one in her mouth, rolling them against her tongue. She pressed on the little strip of skin behind them, and was rewarded by a lung-bottom-deep gasp and tossing of his hips. His cock grew even stiffer, so she did it again.

  “Erin, Erin!” His hands curled into fists, then dug into the sand. “Canna’ take much more…”

  “Good,” she drew back far enough to say, blowing on the tip of his cock. Wishing she could deep-throat him, but philosophically accepting that practice would have to make perfect on that one, she took Devon’s member as far as she could into her mouth and sucked hard as she could, her fist pumping the rest of the shaft.

  “Erin!” he cried out. His hips bucked, and a flood of warm, salty seed poured over her tongue. She swallowed it down, savoring the texture and taste. God, it had been way too long since she’d had a man, in all senses of the word.

  This sure as hell beat the lotus position. The only trouble was, as he panted and struggled to catch his breath, Erin felt like every nerve in her body was alive. Between her thighs, where she’d only been a bit damp before, she was wet enough to feel slippery.

  She stroked him gently. A stranger, sure, but they’d been more intimate than she’d been in years, with anyone. And come to think of it, she’d pick Devon out of a crowd anyway. So gentle, sweet-natured, and yes, very cute. No ordinary lover, not him. She could tell what he cared about most was her pleasure, even when she was the one in control. She found herself hoping for a little turnabout.

  To encourage the notion, she lay on her back and spread her legs, tempting him. Devon moaned. “Bliss,” he managed. “No one ever -- not never -- and you, you smell of pure woman, so musky and sweet. Give me a moment, Erin. Just a moment, and I’ll show you what I can do.”

  Yes!

  He closed his eyes and rolled his head upon the sand. Inexplicably, he started chuckling, then broke into a full-throated laugh. He even rolled a little, holding his ribs. “Oh, my gods!” he wheezed. “If that hasn’t gotten him mad!”

  OK, that wasn’t in the manual. Irritated, Erin sat up a little. “You want to tell me what’s so funny? And him? Are you talking about yourself in the third person? If so, would you care to explain ‘mad’ to me?”

  “No, no,” he said, turning to her with a grin. “It’s Damon, my twin. We’re linked. What I feel, he feels. Mostly. For him, that was like being at a peep show and not getting to come. He’s pissed off as hell.”

  Erin sat very still for a moment. Then, with all the strength in her arm, she drew back and popped Devon in the center of the chest.

  He doubled up, wheezing. “What -- the hell?”

  “That,” she said, her voice bristling with nettles, “is for trying to pull a fast one on me.”

  He sat up, clearly baffled. “A fast one?”

  “Look, I might be an American, but I don’t go for that mystical crap. Psychic link? Come on.”

  “It’s true,” Devon protested. “Haven’t you ever heard that about twins before?”

  Erin scowled at him. Okay, fine, she’d read the case studies. Maybe he wasn’t pulling her leg. Maybe. But for good measure, she popped him again.

  “Ow! What now?”

  “That one was for not telling me you had a link with your twin before we got down and dirty. What do you think I am, a cheap whore?”

  “Oh, Erin, no!” Devon reached for her. “I’m so sorry. I said that wrong.”

  She flopped on her side, away from him. “You bet you did. Now how about you get your pants back on and scoot out of here.”

  “No, Erin, no.” His warm, broad hands caressed her arms, trying to gently turn her back over. “It’s no’ like that. Damon turned the link off. We can do that. I took him by surprise, is all. He shut down as soon as I kissed you. But he opened back up when he realized I’d had an orgasm. That�
��s what made him mad.” A grin came into his voice. “He’s jealous.”

  Erin raised one eyebrow. “Jealous?”

  “Absolutely. I got the fair lady. He’s still high and dry. And,” Devon said, slipping his hand down her belly to brush boldly against her damp mound, “I’ve shut down the link on my end, so he can’t tell what I want to do next.”

  Oh, dandy. Go for the weak spot in a lady’s armor. Still, Erin resisted turning around. “You promise?” she asked suspiciously.

  “My word on it.”

  “Hmph.” More than she’d bargained for, to be sure. But… she had always had that one little fantasy, buried pretty deep… “Doesn’t he want to come play, too?” she blurted.

  Devon paused.

  She rolled over to look at him. “That wasn’t supposed to be a stumper.”

  “Erin…” Devon said slowly. “We share a lot, Damon and I.”

  “And?”

  “If I called him, he might come to us, aye. But he’s darker than me. I’m sunlight to his shadow.”

  “Damn pretty turn of phrase.”

  “All the same. I don’t know if I want to share you, either.”

  Erin rolled onto her back. “Tell you what,” she said, staring him eye to eye. “You call Damon. Get him here, and we’ll see what happens next. Until then, you can just make yourself at home and get busy, got it?”

  Devon grinned and closed his eyes for a moment. “Done,” he said. “Now, Erin, lift your hips and I’ll just return the favor…”

  As her shorts slid down to her calves, and then off her feet, and Devon gently nudged her legs apart, Erin shuddered from the cool air and anticipation. So, maybe she’d get two for the price of one, huh?

  Yeah. It beat hell out of the lotus position.

  With Devon’s lips and tongue working magic on her, gently lapping between her folds and sucking at her clit, tasting her as fully as possible, she’d bet ten to one she’d be a lot more relaxed when they were done.

  If Damon showed up. And if he did… well, she’d show him a thing or two. See if she didn’t.

  Chapter Three

  Damon arrived at the moment of Erin’s first climax, Devon’s tongue still hot and wet on her clit, suckling away the last of her juices.

  Well, not exactly there, at the exact moment, because even feeling like she’d just jumped off a cliff and flown all the way to the bottom, she would have thrown something and beaned him in the forehead. There were things you just didn’t share, or at least she didn’t.

  But she suspected she would, now that he was there.

  Devon released her shaking legs, stroking long, soothing caresses down each as he eased them onto the blanket. Erin had to laugh at the sight of him. “You look like a Cheshire cat,” she said, reaching up to dab at his lips. “That smile.”

  It grew until it reached his eyes, but he couldn’t stop grinning. “You taste as good as you smell,” he said, nuzzling into her belly button to make her squeal and giggle. He laughed, too, a rumbling buzz against her skin. When he came up for air, however, he was serious. “Damon’s here,” he said. “I can sense him. He’s after prodding at the link, asking to be let in.”

  Erin blinked. Well. Damn. She’d hoped, but hadn’t actually expected the second twin to show, given his attitude earlier. So, he’d taken them up on her request?

  Well… again, why not? Nothing wrong with a little bit of wild and crazy, right? So what if she was naked, still trembling finely from the best orgasm of her life, and the air reeked of sex? It smelled of salt water, too, and in her chest she could feel her heart pumping in time with the ocean waves. It made her feel wild, crazy, alive -- and ready for more.

  She slanted a bold gaze at Devon. “Tell him to come on, then. Unless you mind.”

  Devon’s expression turned unbearably tender. He stroked a few tendrils of hair away from her face. “He’s my twin,” he said simply. “Damon and I share everything. We came to find two women, but now I’m thinkin’ there’s only one that’ll suit us both. Are you up for it?”

  Erin burst into laughter. “That’s so not the question to be asking me. That one goes to him.”

  “I am, lass.” Damon stepped out of the shadows. Both could see the hard tent in the front of his denim shorts. Given that she had a basis for comparison, and already knew Damon wasn’t the friendliest sort of guy, that would normally have given Erin a moment’s pause. But now? What the hell.

  She raised herself on her elbows and gave him her most wanton smile, beckoning with one hand. “I can see that,” she said. “Come over here and prove it.”

  Damon scowled. He stalked over the sand, taking long strides until his feet touched the edge of the blanket. Inhaled deeply, and looked accusingly at his twin. “You’ve taken her already,” he said, his voice dark and angry. “Without me.”

  “Just with my mouth. She’s sweet, Damon. You’ll have to taste her.”

  “Your breath reeks of it.”

  “Hey, now. Reeks?” Erin butted in.

  Damon turned his eyes on her. Where Devon’s big brown eyes were warm and melting, his were like cold knots of dark rock. “The wrong word,” he allowed without any change in expression. “I should have said, every word he speaks is scented with the tang of your womanhood. Is that flowery enough for you, little miss?”

  Erin snorted. “You’re a real lady-killer, aren’t you?”

  “Not in the strictest sense of the word.”

  “Good, because I have a pepper spray, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

  Damon snorted. “You couldn’t reach me in time.”

  “Maybe not you.” Erin’s hand flashed, and her pepper spray found its way into her hand, hovering close to Devon. “But I could zap the hell out of him. And you feel what he feels now, right? I’d hate to hurt this guy, but I wouldn’t mind knocking you on your ass.”

  Stalemate. The three stared at each other in a triangle for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, Damon began to laugh. “Brother,” he said, “this woman’s got more balls than either of us, together or apart.”

  Devon looked distinctly uneasy, but he couldn’t help chuckling. “That she does. She jumped my bones -- I think that’s how they say it?”

  “You bet.” Erin pulled the spray back. She really didn’t want to spray Devon by accident, after all. He’d proved to be a good guy. Damon had just needed a lesson, that’s all. And, she decided, what he needed to loosen up was a grade-A, class-one, gold-star, chocolate-chip-cookie fuck. It had sure worked for her.

  She opened her arms and grinned at Damon with her teeth bared in challenge. “Here I am. Are you going to stand there all day?”

  Damon stared back at her. Before she could blink, he was atop her, braced on his elbows, face inches away, close enough to kiss or bite. “No, I’m not,” he said. “But now that I’m here, and all, what are you going to do with me?”

  “Make you apologize,” she retorted.

  Damon barked out a laugh. “Apologize, aye? For what?”

  “For being rude, that’s what. You can start any time.”

  “I could take you without another word.”

  “You could. But you won’t,” Erin said confidently. “That’d hurt Devon, because he’s attached to me, isn’t he? And you’d feel his pain. Besides, you’re not that much of an ogre, are you? You just like pretending to be.” As his face fell, she whooped with laughter. “No wonder you couldn’t get laid on your own. So. What’s your story, morning glory?”

  “Morning glory?”

  “It’s an expression. Never mind it. Just start talking. Why the growly-bear approach?”

  Damon sighed and rolled his eyes. “You might have noticed this already, but my twin is… trusting. Perhaps a little too trusting.”

  “I kind of picked up on that, yeah.”

  “Hey, now!” Devon objected.

  They ignored him. “Someone has to keep a sharp eye out for our well-being, and that’s usually me,” Damon said. “If I’d thought for a se
cond that you’d hurt Devon, I’d have dragged him away by the scruff of his neck before letting him stay here. But you didn’t hurt him.”

  “Nope. I made sure he had a very good time.” Erin gave a luxuriant stretch. “And he was kind enough to return the favor.”

  “So I see. And smell. And…” Damon dipped his head, startling her by seizing her mouth in a heated, hungry kiss, teeth nipping at her lower lip, before pulling back. “I taste it, too.”

  “So?” Erin challenged. “Now we know what’s what. Got any plans?”

  Damon grinned. It changed his entire face. He’d looked like Devon before, but now she truly couldn’t tell a difference between them. “I want to fuck you. Hard. Fast. Like you’ve never been fucked before. Now. Are you up for it?”

  Erin swallowed hard. Wild and crazy. Just remember wild and crazy. Besides, A) Devon won’t let him hurt you, and B) He’s hot as hell, just like his twin.

  She undulated her hips against the hardness in his jeans shorts for an answer. “Come and get me, if you dare,” she breathed. And with that, she moved her hands to his zipper and jerked it down.

  His cock fell out, hard and heavy, jutting against her already dripping folds. Erin let out a deep, satisfied sigh. The oral sex was good, and Devon surely knew what he was doing, but now she wanted what Damon could give her, and how he’d promised to give it to her. Oh, yes. It’d been way too long.

  He began to shimmy out of his shorts. Erin put a hand on his chest. “One thing first, champ.” She reached out and fumbled in her knapsack, coming up with a condom. Lubricated, not flavored, not that they needed extra slick. “Gotcha!”

  Damon’s eyes sparkled darkly. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

  She’d been hoping he’d say that. “Hang on to your balls, then,” she said, tearing open the packet. Reaching down, by feel she slid the tip of the condom over the crown of his cock, already dripping pearls of come. “Good thing there are such things as reservoir tips,” she said, wry, as she unrolled it over his length, making sure to stroke and tease him with the tips of her fingers as she smoothed the latex on. She even threw in a gentle roll and squeeze of his testicles for good measure.