Sure enough, Cara was calling to invite me to dinner. “Jack and Sam Kane will be there,” she added, her voice filled with laughter. Yup, it was official. My threesome was public knowledge.
I would have said yes anyway but the fact that they would be there definitely added to the appeal. Why did my heart skip a beat at the mention of their names? The now-familiar ache between my thighs intensified as if on command. Good Lord, I hadn’t known the Kanes for more than twenty-four hours and I was already hooked on them like a drug.
No, not them. I was hooked on amazing s*x. A woman could become addicted to multiple orgasms from two hot cowboys if she wasn’t careful. And it wasn’t just orgasms. It was dirty, rough, wild s*x. With orgasms.
After hanging up with Cara, I turned my attention back
