She’d just never believed they’d go this far. It was a hot fantasy. After they lost Jay, there was no more sex talk, only desperate fucking when the hour was already past midnight.

Until some switch inside Dominic had suddenly flipped. He’d made her want it, too. He’d made her revel in having that hard young cock in her mouth as he lay between her legs and shot her to orgasm.

I’ll give you first crack. His words should have pissed her off, as if she were his possession, something he could give away. Yet she loved the male posturing, the need to prove who was more virile. It was all about wanting her, vying for her.

She rolled up, curled her legs beneath her, then rose to her knees on the bunk. Craig unfurled the condom along his length. “I want to ride him,” she told Dominic, touching the tip of his cock; her husband was hard, magnificent. “And I want to suck you while I’m doing it.”

His nostrils flared, the stallion ready for mating.

Then she stood and pushed Craig back into the single seat on the opposite side of the compartment. Outside, the snow had given way to red earth, rocky outcroppings, fewer trees, and more scrub, the mountains behind them now as they followed the Truckee River.

She climbed aboard Craig, fitting her bent legs along his sides, bracing herself with one hand on his shoulder as she rose above his cock, teasing him with the closeness of her pussy. His eyes burned. “Then you’re going to watch me fuck my husband,” she told him.

He took hold of his own cock, thrusting up slightly to stroke her pussy with the tip. “You’ll be too worn out.”

Dominic slipped into the space between the seat and sink, anchoring his fingers in her hair. “She wants two men. Would you deny her that?”

Erin didn’t know what she’d started out wanting. She only knew she was caught up in the touch of bare skin, the scent of pre-come, the salt of it still on her tongue, and two men desiring her.

Craig slipped an arm across the small of her back and jerked her down. She gasped at the delightful intrusion. “Oh God, Dominic.” The words slipped out, because, yes, it was good. Another cock, another sexy man. She tipped her head back to meet Dominic’s hooded gaze, a flush racing through her whole body. She licked her lips, glanced down to see her pussy pressed against the young man, his cock deep. He was thick, he was hard, he was long, but the fit was different, less of a stretch. Yet she could feel him pulse inside her. She couldn’t always feel Dominic.

“Let me see more,” Dominic said, his words a mere breath. “Let me see him fuck you.”

She was his object, his fantasy, and, yes, she savored that. She reveled in what he claimed was her beauty. Leaning back, hands on Craig’s thighs to brace herself, she began to rock.

“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.” Dominic twirled and tangled his fingers in her hair. She saw what he saw, her pussy lips parted, her clit burgeoning, and that thick cock between her plump pink folds.

“Oh God, he feels good.” Her body heated as she took him, forcing him to long, slow strokes over her G-spot. Craig became the object, the tool to fuel their needs.

Dominic licked his index finger and put it to her clit, caressing her with the give and take of her own body. She forgot to suck his cock. She simply closed her eyes and rode for the sheer physical sensation of it.

“Holy hell.” She heard the catch in Craig’s voice as she squeezed him inside her, flexing her muscles. “She’s doing something to me. Christ.”

“She’s hot,” Dominic murmured. “She’ll make you crazy.”

She shuddered with the friction inside and the sizzle of Dominic’s touch on her clit. Craig thrust deeper, his hips surging, taking more, forcing more. She became nothing more than a body, fucking, needing, the pressure building, shooting out, spiraling back, all heat, all wet. Someone chanted Dominic’s name, and she knew it was her, but the voice came from so far away.

She started to come and Dominic held her in place, stroked her as that lovely, delicious cock plunged, hard, her body squeezing, quaking. She cried out with the intensity, the pleasure, and she fell over the edge when his climax throbbed deep inside.

“Fuck. She’s milking me.” Craig’s voice was thick, guttural. “Holy mother.”

Her cries mingled with his. Then Dominic’s hands were under her armpits, hauling her off, damn near tossing her down on her knees in front of the bunk, and he thrust into her from behind. This time she screamed, long, loud, the sensations going on and on until she felt tears on her cheeks, gumming her eyelids together, and still she came.

Her hands in fists, she held on to the bunk and let him take her, his cock slightly thicker, filling her in a way the stranger never could. She heard Dominic shout, couldn’t make out the words, could only feel the hot spurt of his come inside her, her body taking his essence.

Then he laid her flat on her back on the cabin floor. She heard the snap of fingers by her ear, his voice demanding, “Lick her now, lick my come out of her, make her climax again.”

Craig didn’t need another invitation. She lay with her head in Dominic’s lap and Craig between her legs, lapping her husband’s come from her pussy. It was the most intensely erotic, taboo, dirty thing she’d ever done in her life.

This time when she came, she didn’t know whose name she cried out. It might even have been her own.

“What are you doing?” Dominic paused, waiting for her.

She leaned slightly toward the door. “I want to see if you can hear anything inside?”

“Worried someone might have heard you screaming?” Dominic felt particularly pleased with himself. It had been better than hot. She’d been wild; they both had.

She made a face. “No. There’s too much train noise out here. Which means no one could have heard.”

Her words confirmed she’d been worried; not while she was in the throes of climax, but after she’d put on her clothes. It hadn’t taken long to come down off the high.

He intended to put her right back at the pinnacle by reliving the whole experience. He’d passed up that delight with Shane; he wouldn’t let it go this time.

The dining car was empty of patrons as they passed through, the wait staff setting up for dinner. In the scenic car, all the seats and booths were taken.

“Damn,” Erin muttered. “We’ll have to go back to our own seats.”

“We’ll be fine. It’s only a couple of hours to Reno.” They’d pulled into the Truckee station while redressing in Craig Miller’s compartment. The stop lasted five minutes at the most. As Reno passengers, they’d been assigned to the last car, and Dominic had snagged them two seats at the back so they could see out the rear door.

The best part, he could sit her by the window and lean close to whisper encouragement. He needed to know how she’d felt, what she’d been thinking, every step of the way.

The last car was sparsely occupied, most passengers having moved forward to the panoramic car, which had the snack bar on the lower level. Or they’d taken empty seats in the forward cars since it was hotter back here, the train’s air circulation getting worse the farther back you went. Erin’s T-shirt, though long-sleeved, was thin, and she would appreciate the warmth. Dominic herded her into their seats, throwing their stuff on the luggage rack overhead. They’d checked the suitcase they shared for the two-night trip.

She gazed out at the rushing torrent of the Truckee River as they passed an old line of water flumes no longer in use.

He raised her hand, kissed her knuckles. “That was fucking hot,” he murmured, leaning in to smell her. The light fragrance of her arousal still clung to her as did the faint aroma of come. “How did you feel having that hard young cock in you?”

She smiled, still looking out the window. “You are so filthy. I can’t believe you made me do all that.”

He leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “You loved it.”

She sighed. He watched her reflection in the window, but it was too distorted to read.

“Tell me how much you loved it.” It was his whole reason for doing it, wanting her satisfaction, giving her the newness of first sex and the excitement of sex with a handsome stranger. It was so many fantasies all rolled into one.

“He was good,” she finally said. “But you were better because you know what I like, how I like it, exactly where to touch me.”

He’d let himself be pulled into competition and fallen down on the job. It could have been so much hotter for her if he’d kept up the banter, telling the kid how to touch, where, her G-spot. But Dominic had to admit he’d gotten off on the rivalry, too.

“You came hard, though.” He needed to make sure of that.

She turned, cocked her head. “When you made him lick the come out of me, it was so nasty.” Her eyes glazed a moment. “And somehow it was so wrong,” she finished in a whisper.

Yet he knew she’d loved it. It had been a masterful, spur-of-the-moment decision.

“Why’d you tell him to do that?”

“Because it made me top dog.” It debased Craig, and Dominic became all-powerful. It was the ultimate cuckold, to be forced to lick another man’s come from a woman you’d just fucked. He didn’t think he could explain it to her without making himself look bad. He had triumphed and humiliated.

Not that Craig had seemed to mind at all. So where was the harm in it?

It had been hot, powerful, and he’d staked a claim. Yet he also realized it was the first time since before they were married that he’d felt the need to compete for her on a sexual level.

“I’m sleepy,” she said, pulling out the pillow she’d stuck in the seat pocket in front of her when they’d boarded. She stuffed it between her ear and the window and closed her eyes.

“Erin?”

She mumbled something, then she was gone. Truly asleep?

It didn’t matter. As quick as that, she’d shut him down. He wasn’t sure what he’d said wrong. Perhaps it was her own rising guilt about the taboo nature of what they’d done. You crave something, yet hate yourself for wanting it. You can get off on some kinky sexual act, yet sense the wrongness of it later. He wanted to talk and relive. She wanted to forget and pretend. She could ruin something amazing in less than fifteen minutes.

It was the story of their life. She didn’t want to talk about something, and he simply rolled over in the bed, falling into the quiet the way she wanted him to. She wanted silent, emotionless sex, and he merely took off his clothes, laid down in the bed, and waited until she was ready. He was pathetic.

She was top dog in their bed, the all-powerful, leading him by his dick. That’s why he’d needed to win in that sleeper car, why it had become about besting the kid rather than her pleasure. He never won with her. But he could win over that kid.

Dominic rose and slipped out of the seat. He’d tried to keep her by shutting up, by only saying what she wanted to hear when she wanted to hear it. Like a pussy-whipped wimp. He’d buried the truth to keep her happy, never telling her of his own guilt and fears, never crying in her arms because he couldn’t forgive himself for letting Jay go that day, never letting her tell him how much she hated him for doing it, too.

Then he could have told her how he hated her for shutting him out, for blaming him without words, for changing, for stealing his memories of Jay because she wouldn’t even talk about him anymore, ever.

She never let him. She kept him trapped in his own guilt, scratching in the dark for a way out, any way out, reduced to begging for a touch.

That was what he could never forgive her for.