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MICAH
“This is it then,” Lacey said after I helped her down from her horse. We were in front of her cabin back at Hawk’s Landing and she was fidgeting and looking anywhere but at us. It was almost noon; she’d slept part of the morning away. I was used to getting up early, but I hadn’t minded lying in bed, watching her sleep. It was only when she stirred that we claimed her again. Yes, claimed.
She might not have felt that way about what we did, but there was no question for me. Where we’d been playful and wild the night before, we were gentle with her, slow, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from her before I carried her out to the lake.
Because of this, her words were like a blow. She thought we were through.
“It?” I asked, glancing at Colt. His gaze was in shadow from his hat, but I co
