Loving In Silver: Hot, Wild And Crazy Part 5

"Your kids are fantastic. Smart, funny, and cute, like their mother. We do want to get to know them better," Max a.s.sured her, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Being fathers is one of the things on our list of things to be." His smile spread and her heart bounced around happily.

Nodding, Maggie stepped away from temptation. Though it wasn't terribly late, she resisted the temptation to drag the three men back into the bedroom, or over to the granite countertop in the kitchen.

"I don't think there's any need to rush," she said as checked to see that she had everything. "Now that we've gotten that first desperate round of s.e.x taken care of, I'm sure we'll be able to see other things about one another."

"You do know we're lovers?" Ethan asked. "Max, Sean, and me. We've been lovers a very long time. That means we have s.e.x with one another, not just cuddles and holding hands."

"I know that, baby," Maggie said, stroking her hand down his arm from shoulder to elbow. They all had muscles she wished she had more time to explore, but knew it would have to wait until they had the opportunity to spend more than a couple of hours together. "That's why you have to be certain you want me or anyone else in your life. It will be a huge change for the three of you. What if it's exactly what you don't need in your life? You might discover just finding a female lover occasionally will be enough."

"But it won't be you," Ethan and Sean said in unison.

Maggie smiled sadly. "No, it wouldn't be me."

Being part time lovers might not be so bad, but it wasn't right for her. Maggie knew she had changed a lot in the past few years. She had certainly matured. At one time she would probably have jumped at the chance to just enjoy the men for their bodies. Not now. She wanted more than s.e.x. She wanted a man or men she could grow old with and be happy about it. She wanted men who would be fathers to her children.

Maggie and her children were a package deal. Not only did they have to fall in love with her, as she had to with them, but they had to fall in love with her children. Samuel, Emily, and Brant deserved the very best she could give them. It's what mothers did.

Chapter Six.

Ethan decided it wouldn't be difficult to fall in love with Maggie. He was already halfway there. But he had to give a lot of consideration to what she had said to them. He, Sean, and Max had a really good thing. They loved one another totally and had done so since high school. No one had been shocked when they had started dating. They got along great and the s.e.x with his men was mind-blowing. They really couldn't ask for more to make their lives better than it was.

Yet, if they had Maggie in their lives, Ethan thought it could be better. Being bis.e.xual was confusing at times. He loved his men. Sean and Max were the best. There were times, however, when he wanted the softness of a woman, craved it, actually. He loved b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he loved p.u.s.s.y, and he loved the feel of a soft body beneath his. He sure couldn't get that from Max and Sean, with their flat abs and muscles.

Grinning as he thought of how he had feasted on Maggie's juicy p.u.s.s.y, Ethan placed the bridle he had just cleaned on the round wooden block on the wall and reached for the next. Burying his mouth against her swollen flesh and tasting the creamy juices flowing from her p.u.s.s.y had been like a dream come true. Making her go wild and crazy had been a h.e.l.l of a lot of fun, something he wanted to do over and over. Next time he wanted to make her scream until the windows shattered. He grinned at the thought.

It had been almost two weeks since their night at the cabin. Busy lives kept getting in the way, theirs and hers. They had been trying to plan a second date. They hadn't had much success, though they had visited her and her children a couple of times, when they went riding. It gave them an opportunity to get to know the triplets, but alone time with Maggie was nonexistent. Still, it was all about getting to know Samuel, Emily, and Brant. If they wanted a future with Maggie, they and the children needed to get to know one another. After all, they would be taking on the role of fathers.

Maggie had called that morning to tell them that her children were staying the weekend at their grandparents. She wanted to know if they would like to spend that night together, if not the entire weekend. Ethan chuckled at that. Just the thought of spending any time with Maggie, let alone an entire weekend, had his c.o.c.k rock hard. It was like a duh moment. She was so d.a.m.n desirable it made his teeth ache. She was like an overdose of sugar. You wanted it, you craved it, and you devoured it until satisfied.

Ethan couldn't even imagine ever being satisfied. Now that he'd had a taste, he wanted more and wanted forever. Though they had known Maggie a long time, and knew a lot about her, they needed to catch up and discover all they could about her. They had to be certain that she was truly the woman for them. They also had to prove that he, Sean, and Max were the men for her.

Ethan just prayed one of them, but mainly he, didn't do something amazingly stupid to screw things up. There were some days when he felt like he was still in high school, though that had been over a decade ago. He supposed it was because they were men and they kinda fed off each other. He frowned. Would Maggie make them stop having fun?

Probably not, but Ethan decided to try not to be a total goof off jerk. He'd have to learn to master maturity. He shuddered at the thought as he put away the rags and neat oil he had used on the leather.

It was late afternoon by the time he left the tack room. It had taken him hours to clean all the tack, but it was necessary and was actually one of his favorite jobs on the ranch. It was relaxing and gave him time to think.

"There's our hot, s.e.xy man." Hearing Max's voice, Ethan turned in the long aisle way to see Max and Sean walking toward him, the sight of their big bodies in jeans and tight T-s.h.i.+rts was still enough to make him drool. f.u.c.k, if he didn't love cowboys. "All finished?"

"Yep. It's all s.h.i.+ny for another week. How'd it go for you guys today?"

Their job of the week was replacing fence posts. It was a b.i.t.c.h of a job and it wasn't helped by the heat. It drained the people working out in it, could even make them sick or kill them. Frequent breaks and hydration was necessary. His men looked worn out. Long, cool showers would do a lot to refresh them. They even had time for a short nap, since they didn't have to be at the cabin until almost eight, the time Maggie said she would be there.

"For a while there it didn't seem like we were going to get it done today." Max slid an arm around his waist, pulling him close. "It's one thing off a never-ending list. Come on, let's go get ready."

If the hand on his a.s.s was an indicator, Ethan knew there would be some fooling around before they left for their weekend at Lilac cabin with Maggie. His pulse quickened in antic.i.p.ation. He wanted his men, he wanted Maggie. Frowning, he wondered if they could truly have both. They were in a good place in their relations.h.i.+p. There were few b.u.mps, problems only cropping up occasionally. Max, Sean, and he had a good relations.h.i.+p together. h.e.l.l, Ethan could probably describe it as an excellent relations.h.i.+p. They loved one another and that was as good as it got. What would adding Maggie do to it? Would she strengthen or weaken the bonds?

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Sean asked as they approached their house. Obviously he had seen something on Ethan's face to tell him that something wasn't sitting well with him. He shook his head, but Sean pressed him. "Come on. Tell us what's on your mind. We don't keep secrets, remember?"

Though he didn't want to be a downer, Ethan knew he had to be honest and relate his fears. "What if wanting Maggie for our fourth is the wrong thing? What we have together is great. Are we risking what we have? I love you both. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize it. We'll also become instant fathers. Are we ready for that?"

Sean and Max looked at him for a long moment. Max responded first. "We're probably all thinking the same things. Including another person in our relations.h.i.+p does have its risks. Do I want to jeopardize what we have? No, of course not. I've been very happy since we've been together. Dating Maggie, and possibly marrying her, doesn't take anything away from that. I believe we would be adding something special to our relations.h.i.+p. And her kids? All I can say is wow. They're terrific. I'd love to become one of their fathers."

Sean slid his hand around the back of Ethan's neck, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It is scary, thinking about all of the what-ifs. Maybe we should just try not to. It seems to make everything worse, or more uncertain. Let's get to know Maggie and let her get to know us. That's part of what this weekend is about." He chuckled. "We all got kind of distracted on our date. Hopefully we won't spend the entire time in bed and actually do some talking."

In the end, they didn't fool around in the shower like Ethan had hoped. They took the extra time instead to go into town to find a gift for Maggie. They decided on a CD and a gift card for e-books. Sean had seen an e-reader on a table, when he had gone into the house to wash his hands. They all thought the gifts were simple enough that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable about accepting them. Ethan added cut flowers and Max decided that they would get her a box of custom candies from The Chocolate Cafe.

Before they left town they decided to visit the grocery store. They were going to pamper Maggie. They bought food they knew they could cook with success, since there was no point in giving her food poisoning or making her starve. By the time they were finished they had two carts filled nearly to overflowing, probably enough a couple of weeks. Since they didn't know what she liked yet, they decided having a large selection was the way to go.

At the register Ethan spotted the magazine rack. As Sean helped place all the food on the conveyer, Ethan looked over the magazines, choosing several he thought Maggie might like. He also chose a pair of pink footies, a pack of cinnamon gum, and a bottle of fruit-flavored water. He got a handful of spicy meat sticks and jerky for Max, Sean, and him. At the last minute he grabbed a pack of cards and tossed it in with the rest of the stuff. When he reached for a smokeless ashtray just to look at it, Sean grabbed him and pulled him along in the line. Max was just pulling out his wallet to pay for the groceries.

"Tell me you weren't going to buy that," Sean said in disbelief. "None of us even smoke."

"I was only looking at it."

"Look at it on your own time. Let's get this stuff loaded up. We're going to be late."

They weren't late. Well, if they were, so was Maggie. She was just parking her SUV as they came to the end of the long road leading into the area where the cabins were located. Lilac cabin was the very last one, giving them the greatest amount of privacy. There were a dozen cabins, each placed more than a hundred feet from one another as they dotted the edge of the lake. The land between was each had been minimally landscaped, allowing for a truly natural appearance without being overgrown. Tall trees provided shade for many shade-loving plants.

Max parked the truck beside Maggie's SUV. Ethan thought it was a miracle the man hadn't driven right into the cabin, as Maggie was stretching into the vehicle, obviously trying to reach something. They were given a fantastic view of her shapely a.s.s in the snug jeans. Ethan swallowed hard as he felt his c.o.c.k beginning to fill with blood.

Maggie straightened and turned to give them a brilliant smile, a small case in her hand. "Hi, guys," she greeted cheerfully, reaching out to grab the rolling suitcase. Ethan opened the door and jumped out to take it from her.

"Hi," he said rather breathlessly, feeling as though he was back in high school. Leaning down he went for a kiss. Maggie obliged him, lifting her face so their mouths could meet in a brief, but scorching kiss. When he lifted his head, he grinned down at her. "I've missed you."

Her smile broadened. "I've missed you, too."

Max and Sean were out of the truck now. They each took a turn in kissing her. He thought they might have to get a crowbar out to pry Max off of her. There was something special about Maggie, something which had always drawn them to her. It was too bad they had always believed that she wouldn't give them the time of day.

"We brought food."

Ethan snickered at Sean's brief statement. Deciding to tease his partner, he beat his chest with his fists. "Me brought food," he stated in a rough voice. "Me eat food. No bother cooking it." He jumped out of the way, laughing, as Sean lunged for him. He ran to the back of the truck and grabbed bags.

Maggie followed them over. He glanced at her in time to see her eyes widen. "Wow, I guess you did. Okay, then. Bring it on in and I'll get started on supper."

"You don't have to do any cooking, Maggie. We're fairly good cooks," Max told her, his arms filled with groceries as they made their way to the front of the cabin. "Just relax. Let us take care of you."

Laughing, Maggie walked up the flagstone path, leading the way. "Oh, goody. I won't stop you. I love to get pampered now and then."

"That's our job," Max said. "You already have three kids to take care of. There's no need to..."

"Take care of three more?" Maggie laughed as she interrupted him. Giggling, she ran to the door when Sean growled playfully. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. But, hey, if you guys want to take care of the cooking, by all means, go ahead. Actually, I'm not much of a cook, though I do make a great potato salad. Now, if you want pancakes with blueberry smiley faces, you're in for a treat."

"I'm all for that," Ethan told her. "We'll make a breakfast exemption for you to make pancakes."

Their playfulness was a good beginning to their weekend together. Everyone was smiling and laughing as they put away all the groceries and made supper. Ethan liked the relaxed atmosphere. They were getting to know one another and it wasn't all about s.e.x. Though he could admit that he was something of a horndog with his men, and being with Maggie had been incredible, he was very aware of how much the four of them needed to learn about one another before they committed themselves in any way.

Maggie's opinion of Ethan hadn't changed in the past few weeks. He was positively adorable and the most playful of the three men. He was always cracking jokes, making them all laugh as they made supper together and sat down to eat a leisurely meal. Though they hadn't had a repeat of the toe-curling s.e.x, the man had some mad skills in bed and she was definitely looking for that repeat.

She certainly hadn't been lacking for fantasy inspiration since the night of their date. She also felt something akin to hope beginning to burgeon within her. She wasn't purposely on the hunt for husbands, but she believed that Sean, Max, and Ethan were definitely husband material.

Still, Maggie knew she couldn't rush into anything. She was very determined to get to know them, both in and out of bed. What was more important than any pleasure they could give her, was how they would be as fathers.

Emily, Brant, and Samuel came first. Maggie was very aware that the three wanted a father or fathers. They talked about wanting one a lot. They had been aware of their lack of a father for a while now. They naturally wanted what other children had. Maggie's father did provide an excellent male role model for them. Still, she knew, a grandfather wasn't the same as a father. Her children did, too.

Watching as Max squatted in front of the stone fireplace, which was part of the large covered patio, Maggie admired the way the jeans he wore stretched and formed around his shapely a.s.s. It wasn't a small, flat a.s.s, either. It had some meat on it. There was enough to bite and hold onto. She idly swirled the wine in the gla.s.s as she continued to admire him.

"Hey, Max, Maggie's checking out your a.s.s," Ethan informed the man.

Maggie knew she was blus.h.i.+ng a little as Max looked back over his shoulder at her. A grin spread across his handsome face. He winked, sending her pulse racing. Not only was he one of three very s.e.xy men, it was the playfulness that was a very real turn-on for her. Who the f.u.c.k wanted to make love with a man who had no sense of humor? She was all for laughter and lightness. Life was hard enough to deal with. She wasn't going to trudge through it. She was going to dance through life and screw those who didn't like it. And she was certainly didn't want men who were nothing more than anchors, holding her down, holding her back, and effectively taking the joy out of ordinary, everyday things.

When Max stood, Sean and Ethan joined him with their backs to her, showing off their a.s.sets, Maggie threw back her head and laughed. Yeah, that's what she was talking about!

"Number two, could you please turn around?" Sean did so and her eyes raked over him from head to toe. There was just something about a cowboy that turned her on. The black T-s.h.i.+rt he was wearing stretched across broad shoulders and a wide chest. It was tight enough that she could make out the definition of his abs. Her gaze dropped to the bulge beneath the silver, oval buckle at his waist. "Thank you, number two. Number one, could you please turn around?"

Max turned. He stood there with a serious expression on his handsome face, and then he began posing, hamming it up even as he flipped her switch and turned her on. Feeling her panties getting drenched, she had to bite back the moan that wanted to escape her lips. She wanted to lick the bulging biceps he was showing off. All three men were similar in size and build. As far as she was concerned, all three were perfect.

Clearing her throat, Maggie unfolded her legs from where she had them tucked beside her on the deep seat cus.h.i.+on. She stood up and walked toward the men, her hips swaying as she did so. "Number three, could you please take off your s.h.i.+rt?" She blinked when she heard ripping fabric. Her p.u.s.s.y quivered as she watched Ethan rip his T-s.h.i.+rt right down the middle, exposing his hairy chest and abs lightly covered with crisp black hair. He shrugged out of the remnants and dropped the fabric to the stone floor. She barely noticed. She was more interested in the happy trail disappearing into his waistband. "Thank you, number three. That was very well done." Ethan preened, making her laugh. "Number two, can you top that?"

Sean winked at her, and then spun around in a manner which would have any stripper filled with envy. His hands went to his belt buckle as he began shaking his firm, rounded a.s.s. Oh, f.u.c.k, she was going to die right then and there. When he pushed jeans and underwear down over those fine mounds of masculine delight, exposing flesh she wanted to lick and bite for hours, Maggie didn't know how much more she could take. She giggled when he shook his a.s.s, teasing her. Fire shot through her when Max slapped one side of that beautiful a.s.s and Ethan, the other. The fire in her veins swept down the insides of her thighs, scorching her.

When red handprints appeared on the white globes beneath the tan line at Sean's waist, Maggie knew she was drooling. Putting the edge of the gla.s.s to her lips, she tossed back the last of the wine in it. Envisioning her own private strip show, she said in a husky voice, "d.a.m.n if we don't need some music for this."

Since luxury equated gadgets, music soon filled the s.p.a.ce after Max went to the cabinet beside the fireplace. It took him a moment to find suitable music, but with satellite radio, he must have known a station that played deep, thrumming, s.e.xy music. It echoed the pounding in her veins, the throbbing of her p.u.s.s.y. The ache she was feeling was raw and primitive. The longer she teased herself with this game, the more she wanted them, if that was even possible.

Her tongue slid along her lip as the three men began dancing and stripping. The cowboy boots proved to be a little awkward, but they were soon flying, along with socks. T-s.h.i.+rts came off, pulled up and tossed aside. Bare, suntanned torsos begged for her touch. Muscles flexed, teasing her as they performed for her.

When they were finally standing naked in front of her, expectant expressions on their faces, Maggie just grinned. Her body began swaying to the music, her hips mimicking the grinding thrusts of s.e.xual coupling. Low moans and hard c.o.c.ks were a good indicator of how her performance was affecting them. Her hands stroked over her body from her neck to her thighs. She turned gracefully to give them a view of her jean-covered a.s.s. She pushed the heavy fall of her hair off her neck, her elbows out, as she made her a.s.s jiggle.

The sounds from behind Maggie told her she couldn't do anything wrong. Lowering her arms she reached for the hem of her s.h.i.+rt. She lifted it slightly as she twisted her body, giving them a glimpse of what was beneath, but not a full exposure. They would get that soon enough.

With her hips moving seductively, she slowly peeled the s.h.i.+rt up and tossed it aside. Her hands went to the snap on her jeans. She undid it, turning to face them, as she lowered the zipper.

"f.u.c.k, look at that bra," Max said, adding a low, tortured groan.

Maggie's bra was black and designed for a woman with fuller b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It had sculpted lace edges and hooked in the front. Until now she hadn't thought it was that s.e.xy, just the s.e.xiest one she owned. She would have to do some searching, give up some money, and find more lingerie to tantalize these men.

Running her hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then beneath them, she plumped them up in the bra. Her gaze fixed to the men. They were all stroking their b.a.l.l.s or c.o.c.ks, which she thought was very erotic. Though she wasn't inexperienced as far as s.e.x went, she had never experienced this kind of play with men before.

Turning around again, Maggie made a big show of wriggling out of the snug jeans, but stopped at the top curve. There were more moans before the begging began. "Come on, baby, show us that beautiful a.s.s!"

How could she resist? Maggie twitched her hips as the fabric slid down. She turned and swirled and lowered them a little further. The V the open zipper made gave them a peek of the black lace panties she was wearing. Another wiggle and turn and she showed them the dimples above her a.s.s.

Bending with deliberate slowness, she pushed the jeans down her legs and kicked them off, leaving her in only the bra and panties. She knew they showed off her rounded rear end to perfection.

Maggie wasn't surprised when strong, callused hands cupped the mounds of her a.s.s, sliding around until they were grasping her hips. She was pulled back until her body met the one behind. A very large, hard c.o.c.k pressed into the crevice of her a.s.s, grinding, sending shockwaves through her body as her p.u.s.s.y began to throb with growing pa.s.sion.

She didn't know which man was behind her until Sean and Ethan walked around in front of her. When they touched her pleasure hit her so hard that it shook her body. She was surrounded by the men. Their body heat enveloped her. Inhaling, she was tantalized by their combined scent. It was heady, blending perfectly, making her mouth water as she wanted to take a taste out of each one of them.

Smiling, Maggie dropped to her knees, their hands skimming her body, her curves, as she took the bulbous head of Sean's long, thick shaft into her mouth. She looked up at him as the tip of her tongue flitted, teasing, sliding over the small indentation to wipe away the pearly droplets of liquid. It was both salty and tangy as it spread over her taste buds. She watched as different expressions crossed his handsome features. Their gazes met and a half smile curved one corner of his sculptured mouth.

Sean watching her made Maggie's stomach quiver. Awareness flared, heightening her own pleasure. She never would have thought that she would enjoy pleasing any man so much, but she found that she wanted to do so, to make them forget every woman they had known before her.

The silky smooth skin stretched taut over the head of Sean's c.o.c.k slid over her tongue. She swiped it over and over, her tongue running around the flared edge, and then lingering to stroke the bundle of nerves beneath.

Sean's moans encouraged Maggie, so she released his c.o.c.k to lick her way down the length of it until she reached his b.a.l.l.s. She cupped them in her hand, holding them as she explored the texture and the shape with her tongue, before sucking each in turn into her mouth.

The trembling in Sean's large body raced to hers as Maggie pressed her hands to his muscular thighs. She looked up again as she traced the large, twisting vein on the bottom side of his c.o.c.k with the tip of her tongue, her gaze locking with his as she followed it to its end. The fierce desire in his eyes caused her to tremble yet again. Blue fire flared as she took the head of his c.o.c.k back into her mouth. Her desire grew in the heat of his stare, as she slowly took inch after inch of his flesh, devouring it, not stopping until he touched the back of her throat.

As much as Maggie was focused on Sean, her body was making its own demands upon her. Her nipples were puckered and aching. Her belly and thighs were growing taut. She could feel the creamy juices flowing from her body, telling her she was ready to make love to these three men. First, however, she would ignore her own burning needs to give each of them as much pleasure as she could. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on that, hearing the sounds around her, the scents of the males pressed close, the taste of the turgid flesh throbbing between her lips.

Strong fingers slid into her hair and gripped it tightly. Moaning, Maggie hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on Sean's c.o.c.k as his hips began to thrust. She licked around his c.o.c.k as he began to f.u.c.k her mouth. It was mere moments before he came, salty c.u.m splas.h.i.+ng over her tongue as she swallowed eagerly.

Riding on the edge of her own o.r.g.a.s.m, Maggie eagerly allowed herself to be swept up into strong arms. These men made her feel small, delicate, and that in itself was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. Max carried her to a large, cus.h.i.+oned lounger. It was circular in shape and probably eight feet across, covered in tufted burnt orange cus.h.i.+ons.

Max lowered Maggie until she felt her body sink into it. Then she was being surrounded by three highly desirable men. There wasn't one of them that she didn't feel a connection to, though they each had a distinct personality. Max was rather gruff at times. Sean was easygoing. Ethan was definitely the playful one, proven now as he tried to remove her panties with his teeth. She laughed and lifted her hips, making his task a little easier. Max unhooked her bra and peeled it back, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She was happy to be out of it. Having a man remove it was a huge bonus.

Smiling at the three men touching and kissing her body, Maggie then sighed as the desire began to lick along her veins like hot little flames.

Chapter Seven.

Settling himself between Maggie's thighs, Max braced himself above her. Ethan, the idiot, had successfully removed her panties with his teeth. Max took a moment to stroke the soft, swollen flesh at the juncture of her thighs. The neatly trimmed auburn curls were wet with the creamy juices of her arousal. Parting the soft folds, he stroked her c.l.i.toris until her hips began to undulate. Max continued to stroke it with his thumb as he inserted a finger into her slick channel. Muscles quivered around the digit as he stroked, watching the expressions on her beautiful face as he did so.

Only when Maggie's eyelids closed in bliss, did Max remove his hand and replace it with the head of his c.o.c.k. Hopefully there would be a time in the future when he wouldn't have to use a condom. He didn't want anything between them. For now, it was necessary.

Max watched Maggie as he began working his c.o.c.k into her. She was tight around him and he resisted the impulse to push forward hard, claiming her body as his. She had told them that she hadn't been with anyone for a very long time. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind as he finally buried himself within her. The soft, throbbing flesh welcomed him and Max couldn't quite bite back the groan of pleasure. Long lashes lifted. Green eyes looked up at him and a smile curved plump red lips. f.u.c.k, if that smile didn't go straight to his aching c.o.c.k. His b.a.l.l.s pulled tight and he knew if he wasn't careful, he would come too soon.

Slender hands reached up to cup his face. Maggie brought his head down so she could kiss him. Her soft lips parted, giving him access. There would be no way he would ever forget the silky texture of her lips. Resting on his elbows, his fingers slipped into her hair to cup her head. Max did groan then, as he melded their mouths together. His tongue stroked along the edge of her teeth before he plunged beyond. It was a deep, pa.s.sionate kiss, their tongues tangling, teeth nipping at lips, appreciative moans escaping them both.

When Maggie lifted her legs and wrapped them around Max's hips, he began to move. His pelvis rocked into the cradle of hers, his c.o.c.k, slicked by the juices her heightened senses were producing, moved easily in and out of the tight channel. Closing his eyes, Max concentrated on the feel of her body clenching around his, the scents and sounds of their combined pa.s.sion.