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    “Suck me, pretty,” Lance cooed. Hannah’s eyes drifted shut. Silent moans gathered in her throat as she followed the lead of Lance’s hands on her hair and bobbed her head up and down his cock.
    Billy growled and moved inside her. Slowly at first, and then he started to pound.
    Her nails sank into the mattress and her breasts jerked to the jarring, rampant thrusts behind her. Her clit felt so sensitive the stroke of air caressed, aroused, teased the little nub into tingles of pleasure that ran through every nerve, atom, inch of her.
    Billy’s hand traveled from the small of her back up to her hair.
    He grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back so Lance could pound her mouth more freely. His other hand curled around her hips and sought her hot spot until his fingers were stroking her pussy, slickly gliding in and out. The mattress screeched, quicker as Billy’s thrusts accelerated, his fingers fucking her fast.
    He made low grunting noises, having lost all semblance of control as he drilled her, fucked her pussy with his fingers.
    Hannah’s hips moved against his hand and rocked back to his cock, her mouth working eagerly on Lance. Sensations raced across her and left her gasping, burning with carnal need that felt agonizing. Lightning surged inside her, hot, blinding, tearing through her organs. All while Billy fucked her. All while Lance fucked her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh !”
    She exploded in spasms and her mouth bit reflexively on Lance, tearing a growl from him and a shot of come as he came with her. Billy part grunted, part groaned out her name as he smashed into her rear and began to shudder.
    Several wild, racking convulsions later, the three of them fell on the bed. The bedroom echoed the sounds of their haggard breaths.
    Billy drew Hannah to him and curled his body against the back of hers, spooning her.
    She felt her hair stir as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
    “Still here, Hannah. I’m still here.”
    He murmured that so softly she wondered if he’d even intended her to hear.
    Hannah’s insides grew tight as she closed her eyes and fought the beginnings of tears.
    A silence settled among them, disturbed moments later by the sound of faint snoring.
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    Uncoiling herself from the arms and legs tightly wound around her, Hannah slipped into a robe, not glancing back at the sleeping men as she tightened the sash around her waist and went out into the living room.
    A new blank canvas stared back at her from the easel and she stared at it for a long moment, her heart crammed inside her.
    This was no summer fling.
    She was in love with Billy Hendricks. Completely. Irrefutably. In love with Billy.
    Lifting a single brush in hand, Hannah went on to paint the catastrophe.
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Chapter Four
    I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
    Vincent Van Gogh
    Hannah had dreamed of being in love, being loved, of having a wonderful relationship with someone. Of knowing what her partner liked and being known completely in return down to the tiniest, most insignificant details—like her liking strawberries and limes but not lemons, and her favorite toast was wheat.
    She might have had it, might still have it. If she’d stop being a coward. She shouldn’t judge Billy by someone else’s sins, much less Brad Kingman’s. Billy wasn’t just different—he was unique. She’d never met a man more deserving of her affections. In fact maybe she didn’t deserve his.
    She stared at her masterpiece. Morning sunlight seeped in panels of light through the shutters on her living room window, lightly dancing over her work like museum lights.
    She’d used every tube, every color at her disposal, and even ran out of red. Now contemplating her soulful rendering, she realized this was exactly what she felt—what Billy made her feel—and yet her reluctance to admit it kept her from truly