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left from the festival for their weekend away,” James answered from the front with a waggle of his eyebrows Joe spotted in the rearview mirror.
    “I think he has something special planned.” Neil cleared his throat.
    James slugged his partner in the shoulder. “Shut up. Don’t spoil his secret.”
    “You would torture me like that all weekend? Come on, tell me.” Morgan came awake further as her curiosity got the best of her.
    “Oh, we’d torture you all kinds of ways this weekend, if you’d let us.” The corner of Dave’s mouth tipped up in a feral grin that had Joe’s cock throbbing in his jeans.
    Of course, his girl noticed.
    “I see you like the idea.” She rubbed the bulge behind Joe’s zipper without a hint of subtlety. Neil didn’t bother to hide his interest. He spun in his seat for a direct view.
    “Almost as much as you do, I bet.” Joe couldn’t help but consume the smirk that appeared on her fallen-angel lips. When they broke apart, still panting, he asked, “Why don’t you let Dave see how bad you want him?”

     
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    Chapter Six
    Morgan shivered beneath the weight of Joe’s dare. The consequences could be far reaching. But she believed what he’d promised earlier in the evening. He would never tempt her with fantasies then resent her for taking what she dreamed of later.
    He was no hypocritical bastard. He was no Craig.
    Joe gave her a tiny nod.
    She wormed her shoulders into the crook of his arm—braced against his chest—then spread her legs, draping one thigh over Dave’s knee. She peeked up at him, then back to Joe.
    Joe bent forward to kiss her again, long and thorough.
    With his tongue lulling her into a dazed state of arousal, she didn’t notice the fingers tracing her pussy through her jeans couldn’t be his until they’d made several full passes along the length of the seam at her crotch. From their positioning, the romancing hands had to belong to Dave. The realization had her squirming. The top of her thighs glided across the denim encasing them, and her breasts ached in the confines of her bra.
    “Shit, I can feel how wet she is through her clothes.” Dave groaned. “Soaked.”
    Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned to meet his heated stare head-on. No point in denying it now. God, how could she be so greedy? She’d already had the best night of her life.
    Morgan rocked from side to side in the men’s hold when they turned from the gravel farm road onto the paved highway. Occasional lights from vehicles passing the other direction whizzed past them in the darkness. Who was out this late at night?
    They couldn’t see inside the tinted windows, could they?
    “Her nipples are hard too.” Neil’s usually smooth tone had gone rough. “Someone rub them. She needs you to touch her.”
    Dave’s hand meandered beneath her sweater to cup her breast. True, the satin of her bra still separated them, but he applied pressure to the aching peaks. Morgan inclined her head until she could flash Neil a grateful smile. The testosterone whipping through the air around her made it impossible to speak.
    Impossible to move.
    Almost impossible to breathe.
    “Holy shit.” The truck swerved a little when James caught an eyeful in the rearview mirror. “That’s hot.”

    “Show us your tits.” The frank speech whipped her stare to Neil, her eyebrows climbing. She hadn’t expected it from him. That’d teach her to underestimate the laid-back man.
    “It’s been a while since we’ve played with a woman.” Though unnecessary, James offered an apology for his mate.
    She swore the four men all held their breath. Having that much power over the experienced studs went straight to her head.
    Before Morgan could balk, she shoved her sweater to her neck and shimmied her arms from the sleeves. She peeled the bra straps from her shoulders and wiggled the cups until her breasts popped free.
    They rested on the material—plumped, straining and utterly exposed.
    Neil jammed his