Beth reached his side. As he stared at her with awed, crazed lust, she crooked her finger at him. Amid a chorus of whoops and jealous jeers, he followed her out of the locker room. If the players chose to jack each other off in the shower, they were welcome to. If they chose to save their stiffies for that night’s Wild Nights madness, their choice.

  He planned to go wherever Beth wanted him to.

  She didn’t say anything as she led the way down the empty, gray-carpeted corridor toward the exit. Each step was an undulating song of sensuality. Her scent wafted to his hyperaware nose, bringing with it the tang of arousal. She’d gotten off on all that attention. His little Beth, who knew? All that time holed up in the frame shop, when all along she’d wanted men to stare at her. Desire her.

  “You look amazing, Beth,” he said in a thick voice. “I had no idea you would like something like that. You never said.”

  “I never said a lot of things.” Her soft voice sounded like his Beth but different, with an extra dose of excitement mixed in with the proper. “I’ve got more to say too.”

  “There’s more?” He prayed the “more” would include some relief for his raging erection. “You’re already killing me.”

  “You can take it.”

  “I don’t know.” He really, sincerely didn’t. “My dick is about to stage a mutiny in my pants.”

  “Maybe you should, I don’t know, take the edge off.”

  The whole world brightened. “Can I?”

  “Please.” She stepped into the alcove of a doorway that led to someone’s office. A frosted glass window framed her torso. She flattened her arms against the door and thrust out her breasts, indicating her zipper.

  Zipper. Otherwise known as the gates of paradise. He undid it in one quick swoop. Her bare breasts shone through the opening, their nipples dark pink and engorged. Light brown curls peeked from the V at her legs.

  The sight sent him so far over the edge he didn’t remember where the edge was anymore. He didn’t care if they were screwing against a door in a rinky-dink stadium with drunken hockey fans on the prowl. If he didn’t have her, right now, right here, he’d have to go dive into a snowbank.

  He fumbled at his own zipper and released his heavy cock. Frantic as a horny high-schooler, he thrust his hands under her ass and lifted her up. Her head fell back against the frosted glass, her neck long and luminous above the white fur, begging for his lips. He fell on her as if he were a blood-starved vampire. Her flesh warmed under his lips. She tasted of vanilla and mysterious spices. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deep inside her with a long, grateful moan. One thrust, two, and the world exploded into red-hot shards. Beth’s sweet, hot flesh was all he knew and all he ever wanted to know. Great God almighty. Amen and hallelujah.

  Chapter Ten

  “Holy Mother of God.”

  Gavin kept muttering under his breath as he set her feet back down on the ground. Beth could barely contain her victorious smile. She’d seduced him, lured him, driven him so nuts he’d ravaged her like a Viking in one of those old-school, politically incorrect, soft-porn romances she’d hidden from her mother.

  She’d never known she had that kind of power. The knowledge was insanely gratifying. Gavin wasn’t even particularly religious, but he kept murmuring things like “God almighty.” And the feel of all those hockey players drooling over her…sublime. Never in her entire life had she felt so feminine and desirable.

  Gavin zipped his pants and then, with a look of intense regret, zipped up the catsuit Eagle had found for her. They’d had quite an entertaining visit to his friend’s costume shop.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said Gavin. “You got me so crazy, I couldn’t hold back.”

  “No holding back, remember?”

  “Yeah, but I’m the man. I’m supposed to hold back. Otherwise it would be like this every time, bam boom, over and done.”

  Feeling the power again, she danced her fingers up his chest. “So what you’re saying is, you owe me.”

  “No doubt. And I’ll pay up, any time, any place. Except we should probably get out of this hallway. I’m surprised we haven’t already been busted by champagne-swilling Nasties.”

  “They drink champagne?”

  “Of course not, what am I thinking? Make that Everclear. Where’d you get this outfit?”

  She smiled at him mysteriously, adjusting the mask that he’d knocked out of place. “A woman never tells.”

  He gave her a close look. “Okay then.” Gavin tended to go around with a serious look, probably because he was in charge of a business and a rowdy hockey team. But now, with a satisfied, post-sex afterglow, he looked ten years younger and so handsome.

  “Hallway sex agrees with you,” she told him.

  “Sex with you agrees with me.” He cupped her cheek in his hand. She tilted her head to cuddle closer. A white feather from her mask drifted to the floor. “Now where can we go to get you out of this outfit?”

  “How about the cabin?”

  “I only booked it for one night.”

  “I took care of it.”

  “You—” His jaw dropped. Actually dropped. It reminded her of the delicious expressions on the faces of the players. That experience had been just as gratifying as she’d dreamed. They’d probably never figure out that the siren in white who’d inspired all those hard-ons was their coach’s wife. And even if they did…it was Wild Nights. It didn’t matter.

  “Yes, me. And didn’t you mention something about owing me?” She squeezed past him and snagged his belt loop.

  “I did, but I have to warn you, it’s going to take me a little while to get back up to speed.”

  “Don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time.” If things worked out the way she hoped, they’d be holed up in that cabin for quite some time. A sudden attack of nerves made her shudder. What if Gavin didn’t like what she’d planned? He liked to be in command, she now knew. She’d always understood that on some level—his strength had drawn her from the beginning. But she hadn’t realized that same urge had a sexual side.

  She loved having him take charge. Last night had turned her whole world upside down. She wanted him to master her, to guide her. But that damn photo wouldn’t leave her mind. And he’d said to share her secrets.

  Even though it felt as if she were jumping off a cliff blindfolded, she couldn’t back out now.

  They wrapped themselves in their parkas and dove into the white-whipped air of Wild. A northwest wind hurled sheets of prickly snowflakes at them as if it were a naughty boy aiming snowballs from behind a snow fort. When they reached the cabin, they were both chilled and red-faced. They stripped off their outerwear.

  “You should take a shower,” Beth told Gavin. “I can smell hockey match on you.”

  “Can you smell a heartbreaking loss in sudden-death overtime?”

  She sniffed, smiling. “Nope. I smell comfort in the arms of a loving wife.”

  “A loving, sexy, gorgeous, erotic goddess of a wife.” He bent down and claimed her lips for a long kiss. Doubt racked Beth. Would he still think all these nice things about her after what was about to happen? Should she call it off now, while she still could?

  But deep inside her, she knew it was already too late. Gavin strode into the little bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he went.

  “Wait.”

  He paused in the middle of tossing his thermal undershirt into the corner. “Yeah?”

  “You said you saw the photograph. At Artfully Yours.”

  ”Yeah. The bondage photo.”

  “And that was when you decided to come here. To see if we could…try something like that?”

  “Yes.” He took a deep breath. He looked so vulnerable, his bare chest still sweaty from pacing the sidelines at the Nasties match. “I’d wanted to before, but I was afraid you wouldn’t want it.”

  Beth fixed her glance on the homey dresser where he’d so thoughtfully left clothes for her yesterday. She whispered, “That photo…how much did you see?”

  “I got just a quick look, but it was enough. I saw a beautiful woman submitting to a man.”

  She was afraid of that. “There’s more. In the photo. You had to look closely.”

  He cocked his head, trying to reconstruct the image. “What else was there?”

  But Beth’s nerve failed her. Some things were hard to say out loud. Walking through that locker room had offered such a sexual thrill. But if she’d had to tell Gavin about it ahead of time…no way. “Go take your shower. You’ll see.”

  He shot her a quizzical smile and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later came a knock on the door.

  * * * * *

  The hot shower felt great. Gavin let the water sluice over him, washing away the stress of the game and the locker room stink. He took a moment to thank whatever sexual guardian spirit had inspired him to take this trip. Beth was his now. His in a way she’d never been before. Last night hadn’t been a fluke either. Today he’d fucked her in a random hallway and she hadn’t minded one bit. You owe me, she’d said.

  He chuckled at the memory and heard his voice echo off the shower walls. That would be one debt he’d have no trouble paying back. Double, if necessary. Whatever she wanted. Whatever turned her on.

  Interesting that she’d brought up the photograph. What had he missed? A man, a woman, a leash, handcuffs. Granted, he’d only seen it for half a second, but what more could there be?

  He soaped his balls, remembering the incredible feeling of emptying himself into her at the stadium. She’d played the temptress so well she could have had every lust-crazed player on the team as her willing slave. He had to admit it turned him on that they all wanted her. But she hadn’t wanted them. She’d wanted him.

  He felt himself getting hard again. Damn. He and Beth had had more sex in the past two days than they usually had in a week. And he was still eager for more.

  Maybe she was ready for him. Maybe she’d gotten naked and was waiting for him on the bed. Maybe she’d found some other crazy outfit. A French maid’s uniform or an I Dream of Jeannie outfit. Chuckling, he turned off the water and toweled himself off.

  When he stepped naked into the room, the world had changed.

  Beth sat on the bed with a man. A stranger. He had long black hair and straight black eyebrows. He was dark-skinned, with some Native Alaska blood perhaps. His eyes met Gavin’s. He’s a wild thing, thought Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.

  Gavin remembered that he was naked. The hell if he’d try to hide himself in his own cabin. Hockey players weren’t exactly shy. He was very used to being bare-ass in front of other men. His eyes traveled back to Beth’s, looking for guidance. She blinked twice, looking anxious. The tip of her tongue made a quick pass across her lips.

  “In the photograph,” she whispered, “there were two men.”

  Two men. He looked at the intruder again. The man returned his gaze steadily.

  “My name’s Eagle,” he said in a deep voice. “Your wife asked me to come.”

  “I met him at the ice pond. He…I asked him to help.”

  Gavin’s heart skipped a beat at the plaintive tone in her voice. His poor girl must be terrified of his reaction. But she’d done what he wanted. She’d summoned the courage to bare her fantasy like this.

  Eagle spoke. “I told her I’d have to meet you first.” A little zing of heat traveled between the two of them.

  “Well—” Gavin had to clear his throat. “What do you…”

  “I’m into it.” The quick answer made Gavin’s cock jump. “If you are.”

  Gavin looked at Beth, her face flushed, tilted away from him. “I want to make her happy. But this is new to me. To us.”

  “Yeah, I get that. I’m a little nervous too.” Eagle’s dry tone made all three of them relax. “How about we start with the photograph. Your wife told me about it. You’ve seen it.”

  Obviously not all of it. But he nodded.

  “Figured we could go from there. Nothing’s going to happen that you, me and Beth aren’t okay about.”

  Gavin felt his nervousness ease. He wouldn’t just be a spectator. He had some control over what was to come.

  “It sounded hot, that photo. Two men, one woman. She’s naked, but they aren’t.” Eagle brought his hand to the neckline of Beth’s catsuit.

  Gavin took in a deep breath. Beth’s eyes were cast down, toward the floor. He had the urge to take her into his arms, squirrel her away under the covers. But that’s not what she wanted right now. “Unzip her,” he said.

  * * * * *

  The relief made Beth so dizzy she barely noticed when Eagle unzipped her catsuit. A whoosh of air on her nipples sent a shaft of excitement through her insides. This was actually happening. A strange man was actually undressing her, just as she’d dreamed ever since she’d seen that photo. And maybe before…

  Her eyelids drooped and she let her head fall back. She wanted to be handled like a baby, like a toy. She’d done her part—she’d brought the three of them together and showed them what she wanted. Now she wanted to put herself in their hands. Two men using her, pleasuring her. Eagle spread the two sides of her catsuit apart, exposing her torso to Gavin’s scalding gaze.

  “In the photo,” said Eagle, “one man is fondling her, the other man is watching.”

  Beth moaned. Hearing him speak it aloud was unbearably arousing. Eagle touched her nipple, lightly, but that was enough to make her entire body jump like a fish.

  “You’re making me hot,” muttered Eagle. He spread his palm across her chest, between her breasts, so her two nipples peaked on either side of his hand. The heavy warmth of his hand, just above her heart, gave her a melting sensation. Eagle shifted her so she sat between his legs, leaning her back against his hard chest. She breathed in his scent, like fresh forest air. So different from Gavin’s.

  Raising her eyes to her husband’s, she felt another wave of relief that he was still here, that he hadn’t run off or called it quits. The opposite, in fact. She knew that look on his face. It meant he wanted her, desperately. His cock reared between his legs in proud arousal. He looked magnificent, like a naked warrior. She knew that Eagle admired the sight as much as she did when his cock hardened behind her.

  Two stiff cocks. The thought made her head spin.

  She shifted restlessly, needing more.

  Eagle plucked at her nipples. The rough friction sent shock waves straight to her sex. She arched and twisted against the white vinyl of the catsuit still hugging her hips.

  “You want out of this thing, sweetheart?” Eagle asked.

  She nodded manically. He took his hands from her nipples and pushed the catsuit down as far as he could reach. Gavin kneeled down in front of her and peeled it off her legs. It was a two-man operation, with Eagle lifting her ass up while Gavin pulled the suit down. The feeling of being stripped by two men gave her a deep, unaccountable thrill.

  When her body was free of it, she wriggled deliciously, feeling like a butterfly released from a cocoon. Her body flushed with a giddy sense of freedom.

  For the first time in her life, she was completely naked in front of two men. And it felt good, so good.

  Her skin breathed in the warm air, basked in their appreciative gazes. Where was her shyness, her restraint? Gone with the cocoon, she supposed.

  “You’re a knockout,” said Eagle in a thickened voice. The fact that he was getting so turned-on gave her an extra thrill. He cupped her breasts in his warm hands, so dark against her pale skin. He thumbed her nipples. Heat shafted to her belly. She responded with a throaty moan that would have embarrassed the old Beth. She spread her legs apart and smelled her own arousal, piercing and sweet.

  “I have to lick her now,” said Gavin in a voice raspy with lust.

  “Do it,” Eagle urged. He scraped his thumbnails across her aroused nipples until she wanted to scream. It felt strange to have them discussing her like that. Strange and intoxicating.

  Gavin crouched between her legs, strong hands on her inner thighs. She could tell he was restraining himself from taking her as if he were a savage beast. His black hair brushed against her inner thighs. Goose bumps pebbled across her flesh. He spread open her lips and tasted her clit with delicate stabs of his tongue.

  Oh God! She thrashed from side to side, or tried to. Eagle held her arms bound to her sides in a tight embrace. Gavin took one of her buttocks in each hand, his large thumbs pressing into the upper part of her thighs. His strength made her liquefy. Strong man at her pussy, strong man at her breasts. Her body theirs to tease, stroke, torment.

  Heat shimmered from her clit to her nipples, an electric storm flashing at the edge of her awareness. God, she was going to come into Gavin’s mouth, right now, while Eagle watched. What would he think of her?

  She tried to escape the tormenting movements of that tongue on her clit, but Gavin refused to let her. He pressed her clit with his thumb as his hungry mouth sucked at her. Eagle taunted her nipples, muttering hot words into the crease of her neck. “That’s right, let it go, you’re so hot right now, I want to come just looking at you…” The pleasure was excruciating—stars danced at the edge of her vision. She bucked against Gavin’s mouth, fighting, struggling. Eagle panted in her ear, his hair brushing against her shoulder, making every little hair rise up.

  “It’s okay,” Eagle murmured. “You can come for us. It’s just the beginning. Come for us now.”

  With a long, primitive moan, she surrendered. She spread her legs wide for her husband, she arched her back for Eagle’s clever fingers and she gave herself over to them. The first shivers came in silvery waves, little ripples hinting at what was to come. Then the bombshell hit. She let out a long cry as she exploded into Gavin’s mouth. An endless series of spasms racked her body. She let it all out, let her body twist and go still, let the mewling cries spill from her lips.

  They stayed with her until the last moan, until she’d gone limp against Eagle’s chest. She’d come in front of two men, and the world hadn’t ended. In fact, the world felt lighter.