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consciously aware of wearing precisely nothing beneath Dirk s blue
cotton shirt.  Obviously, at least one of you is a much better cook
than I am.
 Go back to bed, Dirk said. His sheepish grin let Ella know her
stew hadn t been as well-received as she d been led to believe.  Even
out here, a lady should be served her breakfast in bed. After all, you
are a princess.
 I m not a princess.
Blue said,  You are to us.
 That s silly.
 Perhaps it s silly, Ben said,  but amuse us anyway. Besides,
there s not really room for all four of us around Blue s kitchen table,
especially with Dirk s legs going on halfway to tomorrow. The bacon
and potatoes are already fried. We re just waiting to know how you
want your eggs.
Ella picked up her brush and, as she walked over to the mattress
on the floor, began brushing her tresses. As she pulled the bristles
through her locks, smoothing out the tangles, she turned and looked at
the men. They watched her through lidded eyes, their growing hunger
for her almost palpable. She felt the movement of her breasts beneath
the shirt and was aware of how, with her arms lifted, the bottom hem
of Dirk s shirt rose up her naked legs, showing the men an indecent
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amount of thighs that were smooth and tapering.
 I like my eggs over medium, Ella answered finally. While the
men watched her with almost unblinking interest, Ella s empty
stomach was suddenly of little concern to her. She smoothed her
golden hair over her shoulders.  A lady could get awfully spoiled
being pampered by you men.
In a low voice, Dirk replied,  Get used to it, Ella. It s going to
happen a lot.
 Constantly, if I ve got anything to say about it, Ben added.
The sexual tension was so prevalent Ella could almost taste it in
the air. She stood at the edge of the low mattress, knowing all she had
to do was say the word, and the three men would pounce upon her in
the most erotic ways possible. But for reasons she wasn t entirely
certain of, she didn t want that from them. At least not just yet.
 Over medium it is, Blue said after several uncomfortable
seconds of absolute silence. True to his ability to keep emotions
private, there was only a trace of sexual tension on his voice.  Ben,
why don t you get the table set for us? Dirk, get down the bread and
butter from the cupboard.
It surprised Ella that when the eggs were cooked in the big cast
iron pan prepared by Blue to perfection, she noted with a touch of
jealousy the lavish helpings of potatoes, bacon, and eggs were put
onto plates and then distributed as though there was nothing at all
unusual about the morning. The sensual tension of only a few minutes
earlier disappeared entirely, and as she ate in contented silence, the
men sat at the kitchen table, eating heartily, discussing what they
should do next to find out the identity of the cattle rustlers plaguing
Ella and the T-3 Ranch. Occasionally, they would look over at her as
she sat cross-legged on the bed, giving her a smile, keeping her a part
of the conversation without actually pulling her into it.
When the men finished their breakfast, Ben rose from his chair
and crossed the room over to Ella. He reached down for her plate, but
she kept it from him.
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 No you don t, she said firmly, holding her plate away from him
as she got to her feet.  I may not be able to cook, but the least I can do
is clean up the dishes. She turned her attention from Ben over to
Dirk and Blue.  You re all too good to me. You pamper me all the
time. She looked away from a moment, shifting her weight
nervously from foot to foot as nascent insecurities came to the fore.
She fingered the collar of the oversized shirt she wore.  I wish...I
wish I had some fashionable clothes for you to see me in. Something
pretty and ladylike. Her voice was quite soft.  I ll go on a diet and
lose weight. You ll like that.
The men stared as Ella with varying degrees of disbelief
registering in their expressions.
 She s talking nonsense, Blue said, ending the brief silence after
Ella s unsolicited declaration.
 If I didn t know better, I d think she d been hitting the bottle
already, Dirk added. He pulled the plate from her grasp and set it on
the table, then reached for Ella.  Come here, you silly fool, and give
me a kiss.
 I m serious! Ella said sharply. As Dirk reached for her, she
danced nimbly out of reach.  I want to be slender and pretty for you!
 I don t want you to change a thing. Dirk s hand snapped out, his
long fingers wrapping around her wrist. Ella felt his strength, and
when he pulled her closer, she resisted, but her libido reacted
instinctively to his domineering masculinity.  Not one damn thing, do
you hear me?
 But 
Powerful arms wound around Ella, forcing her body to press
firmly against Dirk s chest as his mouth slanted down over hers to
silence her protests. Her arms were pinned to her sides, her spine
made to lean sharply backward as Dirk forced her to bend to his
wishes. When his tongue tested her lips, Ella opened her mouth
without resistance. As his tongue danced erotically with hers, Ella
trembled. Dirk s right hand moved down her back to slide up beneath
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the tails of his spare shirt, cupping her ass. Strong fingers buried into
her bottom.
Seconds ticked by. Ella s eyes were closed, but she heard
footsteps around her. Dirk raised the shirttails higher, filling his hands
with her buns, pulling her in tightly against him so her abdomen
pressed against the rapidly swelling bulge in his trousers.
And then, just as abruptly as he captured her in his arms and put
an end to her protests with a commanding kiss, Dirk released Ella,
setting her free so quickly she felt disoriented and a little dizzy.
She wasn t free for long. Hardly had Dirk pushed her to arm s
length when Blue grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her sharply to
face him, then sealed his lips over hers in a French kiss that was deep
and soulful. Taller than Ella though much shorter than Dirk, when
Blue squeezed Ella s ass and pulled her tightly against himself, she
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