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He pulled the Jeep to a stop outside one of the liveliest bars on Main Street.
“Here we go, babe,” he said, jumping from the vehicle and holding out a hand to help her climb from the backseat.
A fission of awareness streaked through his bloodstream as their hands touched. He and Zeke had gone out of their way to keep physical contact between them to a minimum, only touching her when they engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and now he remembered why. She looked up at him and her eyes widened, telling him without the need for words that she felt it, too. Shit, this was so not a good idea. Zeke’s amused chuckle as the moment became prolonged brought Raoul to his senses. He abruptly released her hand and told himself to get a grip.
“Come on, guys. Let’s grab a booth and order up something to eat before the band starts.”
“There’s a live band?” Cantara asked, her face lighting up.
“Honey, this is musicville,” Zeke replied. “And it’s Friday night. The bar owners would get lynched if there was no band.”
“Oh good. I love to dance.”
Which meant Raoul and Zeke would be dancing, too. If they didn’t, Raoul could just imagine a line of partners forming, requesting the pleasure of Cantara. Ain’t gonna happen.
The hostess greeted Raoul by name, and flashed a flirtatious smile between him and Zeke. She gave Cantara a swift once-over but otherwise ignored her as she led the three of them to a booth at the back of the room. Cantara’s eyes were huge with excitement as she slid into the center of the banquette between the two of them and took in her surroundings.
“It’s just like I imagined it would be,” she said, looking at the pictures and music regalia lining the walls, the long bar down one side of the room, and the raised platform at the far end where the band was setting up.
“You’ve spent time imagining American bars?” Zeke asked, having placed an order for beers with their server.
“You have no idea what I spend my time imagining.”
Raoul chuckled. “She’s got you there, pal.”
“Looks that way.” Finally Zeke cracked and offered her a full-on smile. “Welcome to America, darlin’.”
Cantara insisted upon ordering a burger and fries, so the guys did the same. They didn’t think she’d eat the huge portion that was served up, but she cleared her plate, then demanded Ben and Jerry’s chocolate mint chip. She was most specific about the flavor and consumed the whole serving, jealously and mischievously refusing to share. Raoul and Zeke exchanged another speaking look, both wondering where she put it all.
“Okay, that’s burgers off my list,” she said, wiping her lips with a napkin.
“You don’t like burgers?” Raoul asked.
She laughed self-consciously. “As you just watched me clear my plate, I guess I can’t deny that I loved mine. I have a list of things I want to do in America, you see, and one of them was eating a genuine American burger in a proper American bar.”
“You’ve never been to the States before?” Zeke asked, even though he knew she hadn’t. “You speak perfect English, albeit with a…well, with an English accent, which ain’t necessarily a bad thing.” He sent her one of his wicked smiles. “We don’t judge.”
“My mother was English,” she said, her gaiety temporarily replaced by a look of sadness. “I learned English from her and have been to England a lot. I studied for my degree there. But, no, I’ve never been to America before.”
“So, what else is on your list?” Raoul asked, his fingers itching to touch her, to soothe away the hurt he’d seen in her eyes when she spoke of her mother.
“Skittles,” she said, bouncing up and down on her seat like a child. “I have to play skittles.”
“She means ten-pin bowling,” Raoul said, smiling at her enthusiasm. “We can arrange that.”
“And a drive-in movie, and a football game.”
“Wrong time of year,” Zeke told her.
“Oh, well then, baseball.” She shrugged. “Something. Stop making difficulties, Zeke. You’re spoiling my dream.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, darlin’,” Zeke replied, sharing a glance with Raoul over her head, which implied Zeke was having as much trouble controlling himself as Raoul was.
“Now I’m ready to dance,” she said, jumping to her feet. “Would one of you handsome gentlemen care to partner me?”
Laughing, Raoul stood, offered her a mock bow and his hand. Together they stepped onto the crowded floor for a slow number. Raoul pulled her into his arms, and their bodies collided.
“I guess we’d better prove to you that it is possible to get pleasure from sex with a man. But first you need to understand the rules.”
“You have to do everything we ask of you immediately, without hesitation and without asking why. Are you good with that? I know you’re not big on doing as you’re told.”
“I can be obedient when it suits my purpose,” she replied, biting her lower lip as though trying to hold back a smile.
“All right,” Zeke said. “Let’s put that theory to the test. Stand up and undress for us.”
“What, now?” She suddenly looked a little afraid.
“You’ve broken two rules already,” Raoul pointed out. “You didn’t do as you were told immediately, and you questioned Zeke’s order. The next time you do that, you’ll get a spanking. Now, stand up and undress.” Raoul used his deep, commanding Dom voice. “We won’t ask you again.”
Her legs trembled as she stood up in front of them and, agonizingly slowly, pulled her top over her head and threw it at Zeke. She was wearing a pretty pink bra beneath it, her nipples showing up large and raspberry red against the flimsy material. She unsnapped her jeans, yanked down the zipper, and had to sit to pull them off. As soon as she’d done so, she stood up again, wearing skimpy panties that matched her bra.
“All of it,” Raoul said when she hesitated.
The bra came off next, and the minx caught her tits in her own hands as they tumbled free, causing both men to inhale sharply. She pressed the nipples between the thumbs and forefingers, playing with herself, probably unaware just how profoundly she was affecting them. Or not so unaware, perhaps. She only had to glance down at the bulges testing their zippers and she’d get a pretty good idea.
“Lose the panties, darlin’,” Raoul ordered in a husky voice.
Zeke unfastened his own jeans and allowed his cock to spring free—large, angry, throbbing. Cantara glanced at it when Zeke fisted it, and her eyes widened. If she only had her husband to compare it against, Raoul was willing to bet Zeke won that contest hands down. He was very well endowed, but then so was Raoul. He unfastened his own jeans and let her get an eyeful. She might as well know what she was in for, in case she lost her nerve. But seeing their equipment appeared to have the opposite effect to the one Raoul feared, and she flashed a knowing smile as she stepped out of her panties and threw them at Raoul. He laughed and tucked them into his pocket. A keepsake. A trophy.
“Go sit back down and show us how you make yourself come,” Raoul ordered.
She looked as though she wanted to object, then changed her mind and resumed her seat across from them. She spread her legs, causing Zeke to curse beneath his breath when they copped a good, close-up view of her pretty waxed pussy. She brought her heels up onto the edge of the settee and one hand reached for a breast. Raoul could see the nipples were rock solid, the areolas raised and beaded. She had gorgeous tits, firm, plump, just dying to be sucked, bitten, and then clamped, and clearly very sensitive to the touch. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as her other hand went to her cunt and agitated her sweet spot. Needy little moans slipped past her lips as her pelvis began to move to meet the fingers she slid into her pussy. She was clearly close to orgasm, and had gotten there real quick, probably because she enjoyed having an audience.
“That’s it, babe,” Raoul said in a soft, earthy tone. “Think of our cocks fucking you, as they will be real soon, and let it all go.”
“You want us to fuck you, don’t you, sugar?” Zeke said, rubbing his own cock in time with Cantara’s movements.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, adding a third digit to the two already invading her sopping cunt. “I want to learn everything you can teach me. I want you both.”
“You’ll get us, babe,” Raoul assured her. “Count on it.”