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his dick thick and hot as he sank inside her mouth.
    Trixie arched her back and stretched her neck. She was poised for the finish, ready to take and give.
    She threw her body forward, sucking and licking, consuming Brock’s cock until finally his hot, thick cum coated her tonsils and shot down her throat.
    Brock jerked as he came. He filled her mouth with his creamy release, screaming out her name as he fucked between her lips with solid strokes.
    “Good Lord, Trixie,” Rory crooned, moving from side to side as he worked his long cock deep inside her channel.
    Brock slipped away from her and held her chin firmly in his cupped hand. “Come, baby.”
    Her body shook as she held fast to the pleasure. Rory thumped against her pussy. He screamed out her name as his dick jumped inside her cunt.
    Her pussy pulsed around him. The orgasmic tremors threw her into a multilayered climax.
    Back-to-back satisfaction ripped through her system as her ragged breaths thrummed in her lungs. Rory locked his arms around her middle and held her close, screwing her deeper, harder, and with more determination.
    “Baby, baby,” Rory whispered, his forehead mashed against her back. “Don’t move, sweetheart. Just stay still. Let me hold you.”
    “I’m always right here for both of you,” she assured them, utterly satisfied.
    Brock released a heavy breath. “For us and only us.”
    It wasn’t a question, yet for some reason she felt as if there was an underlying inquiry. “Of course for you. There are only two men for me, Brock.”
    She longed to add, “right now” so he fully understood her feelings for Mitch had never changed, would never change, but she didn’t want to spoil their moment. She feared Brock would never stand by and let Mitch reenter their lives.
    Rory kissed her back, shoulders, and neck. “I love you, baby.”
    “And I love you.” She tilted her head to the side and accepted his generous kiss.
    When their mouths parted, Brock stole away with a kiss of his own. His lips assaulted hers. He pushed his strong fingers through her tangled hair and held her head between his hands. His tongue twirled around hers and he took his time, leisurely exploring her mouth.
    Their lips separated and Trixie said, “I love you, too, you know.”
    “I just hope the love you receive in return is more than enough to carry you through all the days of our lives.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Cash’s heart was in his throat. If he thought he possessed mad lust for Trixie before he’d actually seen her in the flesh, he had been oh so wrong.
    What he hadn’t known, what he had no way of imagining in his deepest, darkest fantasies, was that the little woman had beauty by the balls. She was gorgeous, stark-raving beautiful. Best of all, she was a slut to boot.
    A smile tugged at his lips as he reentered the riding stables. He hurriedly grabbed the oblong handle and slid the door open enough so he could squeeze through the private entrance leading to the loft. Securing the deadbolt, he rushed up the twenty wooden steps leading to the apartment he’d chosen to occupy.
    Once there, he entered the bedroom. Yanking his shirt overhead, he folded the garment and placed it on the old dresser located next to the bed.
    Next, he reached under the mattress and retrieved another one of his favorite Trixie pics, one he’d found right before he’d taken his walk. It had been pinned to a wall inside the pantry.
    A wicked chuckle fell from his lips.
    There wasn’t any doubt who’d taken the extraordinary pains to place the photograph there. The picture above it was of Stephen Pratchert and the image of Trixie had been pinned sideways, right below a close-up snapshot of Stephen seated on the bed in his underwear.
    Cash was particularly fond of the picture. It was one every man on the planet would appreciate. Trixie was dressed in a red-and-white checkered tank, rolled halfway up her belly. Her short shorts were hide tight, showcasing strings and threads for