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you’re told, and nobody’s gonna get hurt.”
    Every muscle in her body tensed as her mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing and hearing. Two men were tying up her already incapacitated husband, and he was telling her to say their personal code for “fuck me ‘til I scream”.
    Oh God, the very idea of what might be about to happen sent sharp tingles between her legs. Hake wouldn’t do this…would he?
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    “Just a cotton pickin’ minute,” she said in a quivery voice, knowing he would pick up on the signal.
    “It’s okay, Mandy,” he told her softly, his brown eyes all liquid warmth. “You need this.”
    “No, I don’t,” she said weakly. She didn’t need it. Want it, maybe. And she definitely could use a good, hard romp in bed. But this…
    “Sure you do.”
    She stared at him, biting her lips. Bound to a dining chair, backlit by the afternoon sun streaming in through the white sheers, and smiling benevolently, her husband looked like some kinky fallen angel trying to lure her to the dark side. Which was weird, since she kind of felt like she’d lured him there in the last couple of years.
    “Are you going to play, too?”
    His smile turned to a wry grin. “You know I’m not up for adventurous sex yet, sweetheart. I’ll be here, watching every move they make, but this is strictly for you.”
    An uncomfortable tangle of anticipation and anxiety tightened in Mandy’s tummy.
    She and Hake sometimes talked late at night about doing something like this, but never without him in an active role. How was this going to affect their relationship? She’d love some kinky sex, but not at the expense of her marriage. “I don’t know.”
    “Honey, this is the only way I can give you what you need right now.”
    She almost crossed her eyes at him. Hake had this insane idea that if he couldn’t pound her into the mattress on a daily basis, he was no good to her. His ego, already bruised from operating the farm at a loss for the last couple of years, had taken a real beating since he rolled the ATV, and his depression seemed to be getting worse. After his pelvis and leg had healed enough, he let her ride him a couple of times, and up until a few weeks ago, he’d been more than willing to use her toys on her. But lately he wouldn’t even let her go down him, and when she tried, he didn’t get hard.
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    Talk about a vicious cycle—less sex led to more depression, which led to even less sex, which led to even more depression…
    Maybe this was Hake’s way of finally trying to snap out of his extended funk and get their marriage back on track, but if so, he was going about it the wrong way. It was up to her to see that things went the right way.
    “Fine,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “Let’s do it.”
    “Okay, then you know what to say.”
    Mandy took a deep breath and said, “Ride ‘em, cowboy.”
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Chapter Two
    “I’m glad you decided to cooperate, little lady,” Brent drawled, his heavy work boots thumping softly on the carpet as he stalked toward her.
    If he didn’t look so threatening, Mandy would have giggled. Brent might have been from Kansas, but he didn’t usually sound like he’d just stepped out of an episode of Gunsmoke .
    “And we’ll start lookin’ for the loot…” He unbuttoned his blue flannel shirt while he ran brazen eyes over her body. “Just as soon as me ‘n’ Joe have had ourselves a little fun. Now take off that shirt, and be quick about it. I want to see those tits you’ve been jigglin’ in my face for the last couple of weeks.”
    Her cheeks began to burn and she glanced at Hake. God, hopefully she hadn’t been that obvious. Brent was just making stuff up…wasn’t he?
    “I won’t,” she said, sticking out her chin to make up for her wimpy tone.
    His eyes flashed as he undid the last button and shrugged out of the flannel, dropping it on the floor beside him. The way his black tee shirt