"Remind me to thank that witch tomorrow," Allan muttered, his lips never losing full contact with the nape of her neck.

"Amen," Ben muttered as he crushed his lips against Libbie's again.

Her soft whimpers fired his need. He knew if he worked a finger between her legs right then that he'd find her wet and ready for a good, hard f.u.c.king. Followed by hours of loving her, showing her how beautiful and desirable she was.

"Upstairs," he whispered. "Now."

Her eyes barely fluttered open. "My place, or yours?"

"Yours," both men said.

"Your bed is bigger," Allan added.

"OOkay!"

Allan whisked her away to the back while Ben retrieved the bag from under the counter. He peeked inside and, sure enough, found the package of condoms and lube.

He smiled. Ten? d.a.m.n, that woman is good.

He hurriedly followed them up the stairs.

Allan kept his arm firmly around Libbie's waist all the way up the stairs. Not out of worry of her falling, but out of worry that his d.i.c.k would explode if he didn't get it buried inside her and soon. At her door he spun her around, pressing her against the door, and ravaged her mouth with his even as he heard Ben pounding up the stairs with the bag in hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked one leg around his, rubbing herself against him like she was trying to start a fire.

He broke free for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers. "You have no idea how badly we want to make love to you, baby."

Her face looked pink, flushed with pa.s.sion. "You two owe me for a ton of batteries."

"What?" Ben asked from the top of the stairs.

"For my vibrator," she said.

A slow grin broke across Allan's face. "Oh, baby. You're in trouble now. You have toys?" He looked over at Ben and spotted the evilly playful gleam in his brother's eye. "You're our kind of woman."

"It doesn't bother you that I'm five years older than you guys?"

Ben laughed. "Ooh, you're a cougar. No, of course it doesn't bother us."

Allan leaned in and nibbled at her neck, his c.o.c.k twitching at the way she gasped and moaned as his teeth clamped down on her flesh. "Guess what? We're going to f.u.c.k your brains out and drive every last thought of any other man clear out of your head. Women are blessed with the curse of multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. And even when you wear us out, we're still going to keep you coming...All. Night. Long. We'll use toys. Mouths. Fingers. h.e.l.l, if we had a strap-on we'd be taking turns riding you. You won't sleep at all tonight, and you're going to need our help walking tomorrow, you're going to be so well f.u.c.ked."

He lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. Her mouth had formed a small O.

"Okay!" she squeaked.

OhmyG.o.dohmyG.o.dohmyG.o.d! She stared into Charles' eyes and felt the breath being sucked out of the depths of her very soul.

They want me!

Wish hard, dream big, isn't that what Mandaline had said? Or was it the other way around?

She probably didn't mean this.

Then again, maybe she did.

No matter, both men were definitely hard. From what she'd felt of them, big to boot.

Charles' lips crushed hers again, and as she squirmed against him, his body pressed her into her door. She felt his hard erection rubbing between her legs through her flimsy outfit. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, aching and tight and begging for his fingers to touch them again.

Ken caught up with them and nudged in. "Quit hogging her," he grumbled, the smile on his face belying his tone. He reached up and met her unspoken demand, his hand cupping her right breast as he rubbed his finger over her nipple through her clothes. "Did I hear someone say they have toys?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

She nearly came just from the sight of his s.e.xy smile. His hand squeezed her breast, harder, tighter, stopping at the good side of that pleasurable kind of pain. "Expect to call in to work tomorrow," he whispered. "Because I've wanted you for weeks, and I have a whole lot of fantasies stored up that I need to work off."

"Ditto," Charles chimed in.

She let go of Charles and reached behind her, fumbling for the doork.n.o.b. She'd stopped locking her door, trusting that the men wouldn't rob her or breach her privacy. She gave up a private prayer of thanks for that as she found the k.n.o.b, wrenched it, and nearly fell backward into her apartment as it opened.

Charles reached out and saved her from herself. Again. This time, he pulled her body against his with the full, hard length of his erection rubbing against her mound.

"That's all for you," he whispered. "Every last bit of it."

"I can't wait to taste it," she said.

His grin nearly broke his face. "Well, hot d.a.m.n, don't worry, you'll get your chance, too."

"I..." She glanced over at Ken, who came through the door and shut it behind him. "I've never been with two guys before."

Charles' expression softened. "Don't worry, baby. You say the word, you say no to anything, we'll stop. I promise."

"Absolutely," Ken echoed, his expression now serious. He stepped up. "Anything you don't want, we'll stop."

She licked her lips and nodded. "I...I've read a lot."

"Have you now?" Ken asked. "Like what?"

She felt more heat fill her face. Now she couldn't look either of them in the eye. "I buy a lot of erotic romance. Menages," she mumbled. "On my Kindle."

Ken tenderly palmed the nape of her neck and made her look at him. "Where is it?" he asked.

"On the table by my couch."

He glanced past her, then back to her, his playful smile holding promises of untold pleasures. "Well, let's just see if we can't make a few of those hot fantasies come true for you."

"I-" She stopped, not sure she wanted to go down this path right now. "You said you guys are gay."

Ken let out a sigh and touched his forehead to hers. "It's complicated, baby. We didn't want to fall for anyone." He placed a tender kiss on the bridge of her nose. "We'll never hurt you, I promise. And we'll keep you safe. I'm sorry we lied to you about that. But no, we're not gay. And we mean it when we say if you change your mind at any time and say no, we stop. Immediately."

Keep me safe? She didn't want to ponder that, either. She suspected there was more to the story, but as long as they weren't serial killers, child molesters, or animal abusers, and they had no problems using condoms, she'd put off that line of questioning until later.

Much later. "I don't want you to stop."

"Good," Charles whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe. "Because we want to show you how s.e.xy we think you are."

On the way into the bedroom, she didn't miss that Ken grabbed her Kindle from the side table and brought it in with him. Charles turned her around at the foot of the bed to face him, gently palming her cheeks. "Where are your toys, baby?"

"Bedside table," she replied automatically. "Left side."

"Good girl," Charles said as he kissed her.

She was vaguely aware of Ken walking around the bed. Followed by the sound of the drawer opening. "Found them. And there's lube in the bag, too."

Charles looked down at her. "You ever had a.n.a.l, sweetie?"

Her breath stuttered in her throat. "No," she gasped. "Not...not with a guy. Just...you know, really small toys in the shower a couple of times."

"Ooh," Ken said as he joined them. "You want to check that off your bucket list tonight?"

Blinking, she looked from one identical pair of killer blue eyes to the other. She nodded.

"Any special requests?" Charles asked.

Heat rebounded from her p.u.s.s.y to her face and back again. "Some of...the books..." She couldn't believe she was actually saying this! "They...you know, the guys...front and back at the same time."

"Ahh," Charles said, a pleased smile on his face. "Double penetration. We can oblige. It's one of our favorite things, too." His face flashed back to serious. "But only if you want to. We can't just go to town and have you enjoy it. We need to loosen you up first, or it'll hurt and you won't enjoy it. Okay?"

She nodded.

"But first." His mouth slanted down on hers. She closed her eyes, moaning as her arms found his neck again and she held on for dear life as the world melted away. "First," he repeated when he broke their kiss, "we need to do something else, or we won't make it five seconds inside you doing DP. We're good, but we're not that good."

She nodded.

Ken turned her to face him. She found her arms automatically wrapping around his neck as they had with Charles. "And you're going to have to talk to us," he said. "We need you to tell us what feels good, as well as what doesn't. We don't want to hurt you." He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that nearly broke her heart. "We know you have a lot of pain in your life. We only want to bring you pleasure."

The power of speech had apparently escaped her. She nodded.

Charles nibbled at her earlobe again. "That's our good girl."

She felt her heart crumbling into pieces as she fell in love with them. Both of them. It was stupid and irrational and most likely the result of her hormones and lack of real s.e.x in a long, long time. She also knew she could never admit it to them, so she wouldn't be faced with the humiliating prospect of them not returning her feelings.

But there, deep inside her, she knew the truth, even if she couldn't admit it.

Charles stepped away for a moment as Ken took over kissing her again. She caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye and realized Charles had stripped. If there was a world record for getting naked without the use of Velcro seams, he'd probably set the bar high.

He pulled her from Ken and kissed her. She ran her hands over his body, over the light dusting of dark hair sprinkled across his pecs, including a treasure trail that led down to a gorgeous and rigid c.o.c.k jutting from his body. Beside them, Ken dropped his clothes, too, then turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. His body looked identical to his cousin's, his c.o.c.k every bit as deliciously large and hard as Charles's.

Ken rummaged through the bag Mandaline had given her and pulled out the condoms. "I hope you'll indulge me, but I need you, baby. I need to feel my c.o.c.k in you right now." He ripped the foil pouch open and rolled it on over his c.o.c.k. Then he grabbed her, kissing her hard and fierce and sucking the breath right out of her. As she felt her body nearly go limp, he gently pushed her facedown onto the bed, her feet on the floor.

He pulled her skirt up around her hips as her c.l.i.t throbbed, her whole p.u.s.s.y aching. She felt her face heat as his hands found and yanked down her panties.

"Oh," he moaned, "you're soaked, baby." She helped him by stepping out of the sodden garment as his fingers pressed for entrance. As the bed dipped in front of her, she let out a loud moan as one, then two fingers slipped inside her c.u.n.t, slowly thrusting.

She wanted to cry from how good it felt. Not enough to get her off, but more than enough to drive her close to the edge.

Charles cupped her cheeks with his palms and lifted her face from the bed. She found herself inches from that delicious c.o.c.k. With a will of their own, her lips parted and her tongue tried to reach out, to lick the pearly drop of pre-c.u.m sliding from the slit at the end of the engorged head.

He obliged by scooting a little closer. She didn't know who moaned more loudly, him or her, when the hot, silken iron of his shaft slid between her lips and down her tongue, filling her mouth. Behind her, she felt Ken step between her legs, his sheathed c.o.c.k nudging between her l.a.b.i.a for entrance. When he slid home, deep and hard and pushing her farther onto Charles' c.o.c.k, she moaned again.

Ken's voice sounded strained. "Can you come just from being f.u.c.ked, baby?"

Charles pulled out long enough so she could answer. "Sometimes, I don't know. Not all the time." She reached for Charles, grabbing at his thighs to pull his c.o.c.k back into her mouth.

"Okay, baby," Ken said. "This is going to be hard and fast and I'm sorry if you don't come this time, but I promise I'll make it up to you." He started slow, making her whimper as he bottomed out inside her, the pleasant ache that turned into pleasure as his c.o.c.k stretched her p.u.s.s.y and churned her juices.

Every time she moaned, Charles moaned, too. He scooped her hair into his hand, holding it out of her way as he flexed his hips to thrust between her lips. As hot and hard as he was, she suspected he wouldn't last long, either. Lost in the spiral of pa.s.sion, she sucked down the pre-c.u.m streaming from his c.o.c.k, sweet and tangy and salty at the same time.

She imagined what she must look like, still dressed while being spit-roasted between these two hunks, how wild they were being, and how good it felt. Then Ken reached around her and slowed his strokes, fumbling and finally locating her swollen c.l.i.t.

Libbie groaned as his fingers roughly clamped down on it, brilliant shards of pleasure streaking through her body and driving her closer as her need took over. She f.u.c.ked herself between the men, driving the c.o.c.k in her throat as deep as she could take it, to slam back against Ken's c.o.c.k buried inside her.

"That's it," Charles grunted. "You were made for us, baby. You're perfect. You're beautiful."

Ken's fingers rolled her c.l.i.t, and the shards blossomed into blades of gorgeous sharp-edged ecstasy that made her cry out around Charles' c.o.c.k and deep-throat him at the same time.

His fingers gripped her head as he started f.u.c.king his c.o.c.k into her mouth while Ken began slamming into her from behind. All she could do was lie there as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her and she sobbed in relief at the beautiful feeling of completion in her soul. Charles came next, his c.o.c.k exploding in her mouth, sending jet after jet of his hot c.u.m down her throat. Then Ken, his fingers digging into her hips as he let out a cry before he fell still with his c.o.c.k buried inside her.

Afraid to open her eyes, she reached out and found Charles and wrapped her arms around his waist, unwilling to relinquish his softening c.o.c.k. She smelled his heat, his sweat, the sweet and tangy aroma of his c.u.m, and she didn't want to move from the aura of his warmth. He released her head and stroked her back through the blouse, leaning forward to kiss the nape of her neck.

Ken let go of her hips but didn't withdraw. He braced himself against the bed with his arms on either side of her as he caught his breath. "d.a.m.n, baby," he hoa.r.s.ely said. "I thought you were going to squeeze my c.o.c.k off when you came."

She let out a little giggle around the now-soft c.o.c.k in her mouth, which, impossibly, twitched a little as it grew a wee bit firmer once again.

After a moment, Ken carefully withdrew. She heard him walk into the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running. While she listened, she started gently sucking Charles' c.o.c.k again, carefully, suspecting he would be very sensitive.

At first he tried to protest. Then she felt him lean back, propped up by his arms, and start to enjoy it. It didn't take her long to get him hard again, but Ken returned and made her stand.

"Up, baby. We have plans for you."

With a whine, she let his c.o.c.k go. She opened her eyes and spotted Charles' smile. "I wouldn't argue with him, sweetheart. He might spank you."

A delicious tingle ran through her body. That might be something she'd want to try at some point, but not tonight. She had other items to check off her bucket list.

Ken made her roll onto her back, her legs still hanging off the bed. He climbed up next to her and looked at Charles. "Put that tongue of yours to work on her. I made her come once. It's your turn."