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stretched over his chest and biceps made her mouth water. “Do it or Joe here will do nasty things to that bum leg of his.”
    “Don’t do it, Mandy,” Hake ordered. “I’m not worth it.”
    Oh God, she was going to faint with excitement.
    Swallowing hard, she reached for the hem of her sweater. “I have to, Hake. I can’t let them hurt you.”
    “Yes, you can,” he said urgently as Brent stepped closer to her. “Now run, Mandy!
    Run!”
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    Carnal Harvest
    Brent made a grab for her and Mandy leaped back with a scream. Ducking as he reached for her again, she whirled and made a break for the dining room. It all felt so real, her heart was going to hammer right out of her chest.
    He caught her by a fistful of sweater and she fell backward, landing on her ass at his feet.
    “We been watching you for weeks,” he snarled, wrapping her hair around his fingers and pulling her head back to stare into her face. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, sweetheart?”
    “No!”
    “Don’t give me that shit,” he said. “I’ve seen you. Do you like that, knowing I stood outside your bedroom window and jacked off while he pounded you with a dildo?”
    Heat blasted into her face again. Damn it, what the hell had Hake been telling them? Brent couldn’t have watched—their bedroom was on the second floor.
    “You did not!”
    “Think again,” he told her with obvious relish. “That antenna tower comes in real handy when I’m in the mood for a private showing on your deck.”
    His smirk made Mandy grind her teeth. “I never realized you could be such an asshole!”
    “Ah, thanks for reminding me,” he drawled, letting his gaze slide down her front to her crotch. “You like it there, too, I know. Don’t let me forget to fuck her asshole, Joe.”
    Mandy screeched in unfeigned outrage. She tried to jerk away from him, but his fingers held her hair tightly enough to bring tears to her eyes.
    “You haven’t had any real fucking since Evel Knievel here crashed his ATV, have you?” he said with mocking sympathy as he trailed a finger down her cheek. “I’m sure your sweet little ass will appreciate a good reaming.”
    She whimpered “No!” even as desperate need made the crotch of her panties slick.
    Ashamed at being so turned on, she let her eyes slide to Hake again.
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    Robin L. Rotham
    Ooh, he looked pissed off and horny, a dangerous combination for him.
    When Brent’s free hand slid down her neck and dived into her bra, she jerked her gaze back to him. “Don’t touch me, you bastard!”
    “What? You mean like this?” He rubbed his callused palm over her naked breast and all she could do was moan in ecstasy.
    “That’s what I thought.” Brent released her long enough to rip her sweater over her head, and Mandy winced at the sounds of static discharging. No doubt her hair was standing on end.
    Vanity was immediately forgotten when he seized another handful of her blonde bob and urged her to her feet. The prickling pain of it felt so good, she just about came.
    Obviously Hake had let on just how much she loved having her hair pulled.
    “Joe, get over here and let’s have a look at these tits,” he ordered.
    Mandy was grateful when he reached behind her and unhooked the bra with a skilled hand rather than ripping it off. She watched with wary eyes as Joe approached.
    He licked his lips rudely while he eyed her breasts, which were still hidden by the drooping cups.
    “You guys have done this before,” she murmured breathlessly.
    “Not to a classy piece of ass like you, Miss Mandy,” Brent rumbled in her ear.
    Keeping one hand locked in her hair, he drew a bra strap down her arm while Joe tugged on the other one.
    Then she was bare to the waist in front of three fully clothed men, held up for their inspection by the cruel fingers twisted in her hair. Her nipples, already prickling with arousal, became even stiffer in the chilly room, and she closed her eyes against the intensity of their