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  “What about...” Her words caught in her throat as she struggled to grip the railing.

  He slid his other hand under the thin shirt, squeezing her breast until she moaned. She was close to coming, her entire body trembling as a light sheen of perspiration created a glistening glow. “About?”

  “Um...” Dani bucked, riding his hand, her fingers clutching his shoulder and pinching into his skin. Her panting sounds increased, her mouth pursed. “Oh, God.”

  “That’s it. Come on my hand, baby. Come for me like a good little girl.” He thrust harder and faster, the suckling sounds making his cock ache with the kind of desire that would not be denied. Yes, he’d share, but only with certain conditions. The thought made him laugh. As if he could make demands. He nipped her earlobe, issuing a commanding whisper. “Come. Now!”

  “Oh, yes...” Rising onto her tiptoes, she flung herself forward as a raging climax rolled into her system.

  Danger continued pumping long after she stopped shaking, her head finally resting on his shoulder. “Mmm...” He caught her wine just seconds before the glass fell out of her hand. “My good girl.”

  She purred, rolling her forehead across his neck and shoulders. When she finally eased back, he was able to see her flushed face.

  “Now, answer me. Why do you think you’d be interfering?” Easing his hand from the intense warmth, he rubbed his fingers back and forth across the seam of her mouth.

  Dani licked his fingers, blinking several times as she eased back. She gave him a partial smile, as if she was embarrassed. “If there’s someone else.”

  “Someone else?”

  “I... The watch. A.”

  She’d found out about Angelina. There was no reason for the fact she’d searched through his belongings to bother him as much as it did, but he was instantly incensed, his mind shutting down. He grabbed his glass, moving quickly toward the back door. “You need to get some sleep. Have a good night.”

  “Wait. I wasn’t trying to pry. I just found it.”

  He gave her a look, staring into her eyes. “Don’t ask me about Angelina again. Never again.”

  And with that, he ended the conversation. That part of his life, no one would ever know.

  Not even the woman he could fall in love with.

  Chapter Nine

  Angelina. Now she was all Dani could think about. She’d gathered in the few days she’d been with the men that they hadn’t known each other prior to whatever this operation was. In fact, they were all completely different, as if polar opposites had four distinct sides. At least Danger had mellowed, almost acting as if her faux pas in asking about the girl had never happened. Still, he’d moved the watch, never uttering her name. Who was she?

  All she could think about was an ex-wife or maybe a current wife. No, he wouldn’t lie to her. Would he? What did she really know about them? Almost nothing. And they hadn’t grilled her about her intentions either. They were all living a fantasy, one teetering on the edge of a cliff. She couldn’t help but wonder when the magical crystal holding them all together would come crashing down.

  They’d established rules for her, setting parameters including areas she was allowed to go. They left early in the morning, arriving late in the afternoon, sometimes after dark. The solitude allowed her to spend time drawing as well as writing in her journal. She had dozens of pages filled, notes on almost everything. With no computer, her hand was cramped by the end of every night, but she was surprisingly happy, content with their arrangement.

  She’d spent hours talking with Danger, much more so than the others, sharing stories regarding her father, not only his love of the military but also his fear of the world ending. Danger had been kind, listening without chastising, giving her the freedom to talk about her past without fear of retribution. In fact, he’d asked a lot of questions, as if he enjoyed learning more. Whatever occurred between them, she’d never forget the closeness, the ability to completely be herself.

  Dani laughed as she set the table for dinner, finally pouring herself a glass of wine and retreating to the back deck. Yes, she was much more like the young woman her father had educated, free to feel and be the way she wanted. Contentment she wasn’t used to. She hadn’t even tried to find their working site, although she suspected from the few words she’d gleaned they were actually working in a cave. The thought further fueled the caveman fantasies, her mind working overtime how she’d spin the story.

  As she sat on deck itself, her bare feet folded under her, she inhaled, her mind wandering to the future. The air was brisk as the afternoon sun waned, but she enjoyed the cold, the temperature making her feel more alive. She was falling hard for Danger, even though he remained guarded. The others were special in their own ways, but there was little emotional attachment. With Danger, sex and discipline was something special, fueling the submissive side of her personality.

  And dear God, she wanted more.

  Biting her lower lip, she started another drawing, her colored pencils little more than nubs at this point. She’d use them until there was nothing left. At least she’d been allowed to take a single photograph of the four of them. Although from a distance, and all without shirts on her request, the four men depicted exactly what she was going for. Rugged. Tough. Unforgiving.

  She envisioned the cover story now.

  Cavemen Really Do Exist...

  Giggling, she drew almost frantically, smoothing down lines as she captured the back yard, the swaying trees and the snow-covered mountain as a backdrop. The nights were growing increasingly colder and the scent of snow remained in the air. The men had even talked about an early snowfall. While she was more than cognizant of her deadline, she could see herself spending the winter with them.

  Somehow, the thought was no longer ridiculous.

  She became lost in her art as the sun began to set and didn’t hear a single sound until she was scooped up into massive arms, tossed over broad shoulders. “Oh!”

  “And what has our submissive been doing today?” Bronco’s massive hand smacked her on the ass twice as he carried her into the house.

  “Don’t! I was busy,” she squealed, pummeling his back with hard slaps.

  “Yes, you were.” Cane grabbed her things before coming inside. “Up to mischief I see.”

  “I was a good girl.” As Bronco swung her around, she noticed that Cane was looking at the only dirty picture she’d drawn, four very naked men lounging near a roaring fire.

  “Look at this. Our girl has quite the imagination.” Cane laughed as he shifted the sketchbook toward the others, pointing out the particular picture.

  Danger grinned as he shook his head. “You’re right. One naughty girl. I wonder how she’s going to use this one in her article.”

  “I wasn’t. I swear.” She groaned as she was finally eased onto her feet, sandwiched between the four brawny men.

  “I don’t think we can believe her,” Wolf stated, shaking his head.

  “Well, it’s time for her nightly spanking anyway.” Cane clasped his fingers together with hers, pulling her against the heat of his body, using his other hand to cup her face. “And it’s my turn.” His chuckle fevered with a deep longing, he brought her face toward his, licking around the seam of her mouth.

  She shivered from his touch, enjoying the playful side of all of them. They were much more relaxed, happier every night they came home, which had to mean they were almost finished with their operation. A slight sadness dampened her mood, a reminder that this would all be over soon.

  “What’s wrong, our little sunshine?” Cane asked as he kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Nothing really. Just that this isn’t real,” she half whispered.

  “Hmmm...” Cane’s face hovered over hers, his breath skipping against her skin. “This isn’t real?” He slowly brought his lips to hers, waiting.

  “Yes, maybe.”

  He captured her mouth, pushing her lips open with his, the kiss sweet and gentle. After darting his tongu
e just inside, he slid his hand to the back of her neck, caressing as he crowded closer.

  She eased her arm around his neck, drawing him even closer, her heart racing. For a few precious seconds, there was no light or sound, just the beautiful sensations rocketing through her. As his tongue pressed further inside, the actions become more fervent, she moaned into the kiss.

  Cane allowed his fingers to slip away from hers then picked her off her feet as the kiss became a passionate roar, their tongues entwining.

  Lost in the moment, she wrapped her fingers around his long strands of air as his beard scratched her face, tickling her in the usual ways. Her nipples were at full attention, pushing hard against her slender tee-shirt and the way he shifted her back and forth was maddening. She was wet and hot, her pussy clenching.

  When he finally pulled free from the embrace, he growled, the sound more like a caged animal. “I want you so damn bad.” He licked down the side of her face as he moved his hands to unfasten her jeans, peeling them away and wrangling with the dense material until he was able to yank them down her hips.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she murmured, her hands reaching for his groin, stroking his already throbbing cock.

  When her jeans were tossed to the side, he wrapped his hand around her hair, yanking until he was able to suckle her neck. The fingers of his other hand found her wetness, teasing her clit in a relentless fashion.

  “You’re so wet,” Cane muttered as he mouthed her skin, his lips rolling over her jaw.

  “Uh-huh.” She thought for certain they were going to fuck her, skipping the nightly routine of punishment.

  She was dead wrong.

  As he sat down on the couch, yanking her over his lap, she gasped. “No playtime until you’re thoroughly punished.”

  “You’re mean!” she huffed.

  “You have no idea,” Cane growled and proceeded to issue hard swats against her bottom, moving back and forth in quick succession.

  “I think she needs severe punishment tonight,” Bronco said from across the room.

  Dani craned her neck, trying to see his face. “For what?”

  “Listen to that haughty attitude,” Danger teased.

  “None of that, little girl.” Cane smacked her ass several more times, the slapping sound filtering into the room.

  “Ouch!” she cried, trying hard not to wiggle, but the way his shaft pulsated against her groin was so electrifying that she was forced to pant. She undulated, creating friction.

  “My, she’s a little wild one today.” Using three fingers, Cane rubbed them between her legs, pumping up and down against her pussy lips. “And so wet. Mmm... Drenched.”

  “God!” She bucked, her entire body on fire. She pushed up from the floor, her chest heaving and could finally see into Danger’s eyes. His expression of utter possession was riddled with a hint of darkness, the very look she’d come to adore. Even crave. She could almost detect what he was thinking, the things he wanted to do to her. He stood stoically for another full minute then finally walked closer.

  Danger exhaled as he sat down. “My turn.”

  The others seemed to know better than to stop him, no matter what they were doing. They allowed him control, not only of the situation but of her. As she was positioned over his lap, she parted her legs, the offer blatant. She wanted this man, couldn’t get enough of his thick cock filling her mouth or her pussy.

  “What are you going to do when you don’t have four men to keep you in line?” Wolf asked casually.

  “I...” She had no idea how to answer that.

  “She’ll find a way. The girl is resourceful. Aren’t you?” Lifting her head by her hair, Danger leaned down, giving her an open-mouthed kiss.

  Her entire body quivered, prickles of heat rising on her forearms. The man could kiss like no other. When his hand began to crack against her ass in rapid fire movements, she kicked out her legs, but not from the pain.

  Desire.

  With every hard slap, the heat building in her buttocks, she realized she had never felt so loved. The thought was startling, yet another facet to the beautiful fantasy. Her mind swirled with wicked thoughts, creating a heightened series of dark desires.

  “You’re a very bad girl.”

  His whisper was light, raw electricity surging through her. “Yes.”

  Another series of hard smacks was followed by the brushing of his fingers down her spine, caressing her ass cheeks. She was so alive, full of energy and she wiggled again, licking her dry lips as his cock pushed harder against her stomach.

  Danger rolled her over, his lust-filled eyes peering down at her. “I think you’ve had enough. For now.” Using his index finger and thumb, he pinched her nipple, issuing a heated exhale as he twisted.

  “Oh!” Dani closed her eyes, savoring the pain.

  “Time for dinner,” Cane stated.

  “Yes.” Danger kept the grin on his face as he stood, pulling Dani to her feet.

  “Let me get dressed,” she started but her words were met with a shake of his head. “No clothes?”

  “Might become a new rule,” Bronco added.

  She planted her hand on her hip, glancing between them. They were serious. “No fair.”

  “I think very fair.” Wolf winked.

  There was nothing like sitting naked at the dinner table. Dani wanted to feel humiliated, but she was forced to admit, the act was sexy as hell. Even if her bottom stung every time she moved, the abrasiveness of the wooden chair created another wave of heat between her legs.

  They bantered, chatting as if they were old friends, including her in the conversation as if a naked woman wasn’t sitting at their table. She could only imagine how she’d portray this in her expose. She bit back another giggle, her thoughts taking her to some very bad girl places. If only her very pretentious and well-educated editor could see her now.

  Then there was Peter. What would he say? She must have had an evil grin on her face given the way the conversation had stopped altogether. A warm flush crept up from the base of her neck, oozing like molten lava up along her jaw and cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

  There were no words, just subtle gestures and animalistic sounds coming from the men. Wolf’s eyes narrowing, she watched in slow motion as he reached over, dragging his fingers through the bowl of mashed potatoes. She realized she was holding her breath as he leaned closer, extending his arm until he was able to roll his fingers around one then her other nipple, slathering her with the warm goo.

  Blinking, she tried to catch her breath as he massaged her breasts. The myriad electric currents dancing through her entire body was breathtaking.

  “Funny how I’m still hungry.” Wolf eased his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he kept his eyes locked on her.

  Dani licked her lips in a provocative fashion. “May I be excused?” She could tell how turned on the others were. “Please. I’m not going very far.”

  “Uh. Sure,” Cane finally answered, the words almost inaudible.

  She slid off the seat, taking her time as she walked around the table the opposite way, running her fingers across both Bronco’s and Cane’s shoulders before getting to Wolf. Straddling his chair, she remained standing, her breasts just inches from his face, her mounded peaks covered in potatoes. “You’re still hungry, huh? A big man needs to feed on a regular basis.” She shifted her arms around and behind his head, pulling it forward until she could slide her nipple back and forth, covering his mouth.

  “Jesus. H. Christ,” Bronco muttered.

  Wolf engulfed her hardened bud, sucking as the food smashed against his face. His sounds were nothing more than growls. He gripped her ass cheeks, holding on as he moved his face back and forth, licking and sucking.

  Tossing her head back, she allowed her long hair to dangle, whimpering softly as he nipped. The slice of pain was incredible, creating a series of quivers. “Yes.”

  “Fuck. That is so hot,” Cane whispered.

  There was no stopping Wolf unti
l he cleaned every spot of the mashed food. When he did, he brushed his hands up her back, his fingers inching around her shoulders. “I need you.”

  The smile on his face was nothing but carnal. She purred as her fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, peeling away the material until she could free his arms. Yanking, she jerked it from his jeans, tossing it before she crouched down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

  Wolf lifted them both as he struggled to release his cock then pulled her down instantly, impaling her with the entire length. “Yes...”

  “Oh!” As she began to ride him, she was cognizant of Cane and Bronco freeing their throbbing shafts and flanking both sides of the chair. With nothing but salacious greed in her heart, she wrapped her hands around their thick shafts. This was as close to heaven as she’d ever been.

  “That’s it, rock me, baby. Rock me hard.” Wolf kept his grip firm, bucking his hips as she moved forward and backward.

  She did exactly as she was told, using her strong thigh muscles to lift until his cock was just inside then pumping down again, repeating the move as his brow furrowed, his mouth went slack. She loved the effect she had on him, on all of them.

  A slight noise drew her attention. She half expected to see Danger walking away, leaving them as if disgusted. Instead, he moved into the kitchen, taking his time finding an empty bowl. The plop, plop of ice tinkling against the metal gave her another set of shivers.

  This night was going to be the wildest yet.

  And to think, she’d almost chickened out of finding the adventure of a lifetime.

  * * *

  Danger couldn’t take his eyes off her. Dani seemed much more relaxed than he’d seen her, the days of getting closer obviously fulfilling her darkest fantasies. As he filled the bowl with ice, he could tell she was searching for him, as if the moment wasn’t complete without his involvement. The jealousy in the way she responded to the other remained, but they’d been through a lot together in the past few months, and they were almost finished with their task. Task. The entire situation seemed more surreal than ever, his longing to leave shifting into something else. He could tell she adored the others and he was forced to face the concept that they were all good together.