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into her pussy. Her favorite scenario was being trapped in a dark, isolated cabin with Joe and Brent while a raging snowstorm howled outside. She’d be on her hands and knees between them, safe and warm in front of a crackling fire, with Brent fucking her mouth while Joe held her hips and pounded her pussy into oblivion. Afterward they’d all collapse together in a pile of handmade quilts and sip hot chocolate while they whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Then they’d do it all again.
    Okay, so maybe it was a little—or a lot—far-fetched, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?
    Another wind gust rocked the camper and she moaned, imagining it was them returning early. What would Joe do if he walked in here and found her?
    Roll his eyes and tell her to get a life, no doubt.
    But the fantasy of him rushing to her side, yanking the dildo out and drawling, “Here, baby, let me show you how a real live man fucks,” right before he jumped her was just too delicious to resist.
    “Ooooh, please!” she moaned.
    AJ shoved the dildo in deeper and held it against her cervix, tugging on one nipple while the hard vibration against her clit sent her over the edge into an orgasm that was longer and stronger than the first one.
    “Oh God, yes!” she whimpered.
    She was just opening her mouth for a noisy moan when a voice at the door rumbled, “I’ll second that.”
     
    The way AJ rolled off the bed screaming, Joe might as well have yelled, “Incoming!”
    She landed on the floor in a half-crouch, her eyes as big as silver dollars, and the dildo immediately thumped onto the carpet between her feet. Her eyes got even wider as she gaped down at the buzzing pink toy, which was shiny wet with her juices, and her jaw worked but nothing came out of her mouth.
    “Take it easy, honey,” Brent said behind him in a soothing tone.
    Just like a woman, she did exactly the opposite.
    “Get. Out!” she screamed, big blotches of red blooming in her neck and face.
    Joe crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d like my shirt first.”
    “You’d—” She blinked at him. “What?”
    “My shirt.” He nodded at the T-shirt. “You’re wearing it and I’d like to have it back.”
    She continued to blink at him and he almost grinned. Mission accomplished. She was no longer about to stroke out on them.
    “But it’s dirty,” she said blankly.
    Joe’s cock hardened even further. There were plenty of clean shirts in his drawer, but she’d picked one that reeked of him to masturbate in.
    Apparently realizing what she’d just revealed, AJ went red up to her hairline. “God dammit, can’t you just get out of here and leave me alone!”
    When they didn’t move, she looked around the room with wild eyes and finally picked up the dildo and threw it at him. He ducked to the side and Brent took it square in the solar plexus.
    “Hey—”
    “I said get out! Get out, get out, get out !”
    Joe took a reluctant step back but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough to suit her. She barreled into him full tilt at the same instant Brent yanked at his biceps, and they all landed in a pile outside the door. Joe had about two seconds to enjoy being the meat in a very sexy sandwich before AJ scrambled off him, kneeing him in the groin in the process. Then she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.
    “Off!” Brent gasped.
    Before Joe could move, the door opened just far enough for his shirt to smack him in the face and then slammed again.
    When Brent shoved at his back, Joe rolled to his knees and stood, biting his lips as he offered a hand up.
    “Holy hell, you weigh a ton,” Brent grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He turned and trudged through the living room into the tiny kitchen/dining area, no doubt as disappointed as Joe that they weren’t getting laid tonight.
    Instead of letting him stop at the table, where their cooling pizza waited, Joe put a firm hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him into the master