Libbie slowly nodded, as if her body fought her mind for control of the show.

"Good girl," Ben cooed.

Allan grinned and began tormenting her with the ice cube again. Then he pulled the cold d.i.l.d.o out and slowly began f.u.c.king her with it. Her moans of pleasure drove deep into the center of his being, making his d.i.c.k twitch and regain interest.

When that ice cube totally melted, he grabbed another and started again, repeatedly soaking the d.i.l.d.o in the cold water before f.u.c.king her with it. He knew they had driven her into a blissful realm she'd never before experienced, where her body had shut her mind down in an attempt to glean every last bit of pleasure it could from them.

Still sitting cross-legged between her thighs, he pushed the d.i.l.d.o deep inside her and held it in place with his foot. He grabbed the vibrator again and flipped it on, trapping her c.l.i.t between the ice cube and the vibrator.

It was a good thing Ben had a hold of her, because she nearly came off the bed as another o.r.g.a.s.m exploded through her.

That time, he didn't torture her for too long as he read her body and relented once he knew she'd had enough.

"Good girl," he said, shutting off the vibrator. "Time for a little break."

Ben's c.o.c.k had already regained more than enough interest as he watched his brother working between Libbie's legs and giving her a taste of something Ben had dubbed "the polar bear" during a slightly inebriated tryst in college.

It had seemed a lot funnier moniker midway through tequila shots, but after they'd sobered up he couldn't think of anything better to call it so the name had stuck.

It'd taken every ounce of his self-control not to burst into gales of laughter when he'd seen Allan return to the bedroom with the gla.s.s of ice water. The move never failed to bring a woman to another explosive o.r.g.a.s.m, even when she claimed she couldn't take any more.

And it had been years since they'd had the opportunity to work together to bring a woman pleasure like this.

d.a.m.n, I've missed this.

The revelation shocked him. He had missed this. In college, he'd idly thought on more than one occasion that it would be nice to find a woman who could settle down with both of them on a permanent basis. He didn't mind sharing a woman with his brother. Allan could be there for her when he couldn't, and vice versa. She'd have twice the love to keep her happy, twice the support.

Twice the c.o.c.ks.

And knowing that he wanted to be a cop, it meant she'd have someone to help her with her grief if she ever received the same call their mom had. And Allan would have someone to lean on as well.

Together.

He didn't resist when Libbie rolled in his arms and nuzzled around until she found his half-stiff c.o.c.k and sucked it between her lips.

With his eyes closed and his head flung back, he leaned against the pillows with his hands buried in her hair and enjoyed the way she went down on him.

Perfect. She was absolutely perfect.

And they didn't dare put her in danger.

He shoved the thought out of his mind and let the scorching heat of her mouth suck him completely hard again.

When he felt the bed move, he cracked an eye open and saw Allan had helped her roll completely onto her tummy, her a.s.s in the air, and was lining up his condom-sheathed c.o.c.k for another go at her p.u.s.s.y.

He closed his eyes and stroked her hair while Allan f.u.c.ked her, driving her onto his c.o.c.k with each stroke. She was so good, so perfect. Then her fingers cupped his b.a.l.l.s and he groaned, trying to hold back and make it last.

The click of the vibrator again, and Libbie's loud moan vibrated throughout his body via his c.o.c.k. When she came, he quit holding back and let his b.a.l.l.s empty stream after stream of c.u.m down her throat. After a minute or so, the vibrator shut off, and she fell limp into his lap while Allan frantically f.u.c.ked her to finish as well.

Now worn out, the two men collapsed on either side of her, their arms wrapped around her.

This has to be the best night of my life.

Chapter Thirteen.

Libbie awoke before dawn the next morning aching and unable to move. The aching wasn't entirely unpleasant, and the "unable to move" part wasn't related directly to the aching. It was due to the fact that Ken had his leg slung over hers, while Charles had an arm draped around her waist.

Wow.

She thought about the night before, everything that had happened.

Wow.

She craned her head around Charles to look at her alarm clock and saw she needed to get up in ten minutes to get ready to go downstairs.

Wow.

She didn't want to move. The two sleeping men on each side of her were a warm bubble of goodness that made staying in bed and being an irresponsible business owner look like a totally acceptable option.

Wow.

Yes, as she took mental inventory of her bits and pieces, she found her a.s.s felt pleasantly achy, her p.u.s.s.y felt completely and utterly plowed, and her c.l.i.t still seemed to throb from the attention they'd given her the night before.

And they didn't even get a chance to read my Kindle.

It was her soft snickers over that thought that awoke the men. "Good morning, gorgeous," Charles said, pulling her in for a kiss.

Then Ken grabbed her and kissed her, too. "How do you feel?"

She nodded. "Not bad. Sore in the good ways." Totally truthful because the rest of her body, other than the miscellaneous aches she knew were due to their wild s.e.x, felt good.

d.a.m.n good.

Ken glanced at the clock, then sat up. "I know, you have to get ready."

She let out a sigh. "Yeah."

He scooted down the bed and had her legs pushed apart before she could protest. "Can't send you down there frustrated." He buried his head between her legs and flicked her c.l.i.t with his tongue.

She'd started to protest that they didn't have time, then gave up and let Charles kiss her. Ken was as skilled as his cousin in the oral department. He had her coming in just a couple of minutes.

When he sat up and grinned at her, she couldn't help but laugh at the pleased look on his face. "From now on, baby, every morning, you don't set foot out of this apartment until we've made you come at least once."

Her heart shivered in her chest. "Okay," she squeaked.

"Such a good girl," Charles said as he kissed her again.

Ken helped her get out of bed. "Well, obviously, if you're really in a lot of pain, or you know, it's that time of the month, we'll take a rain check." He pulled her to him and kissed her as the heat from his body rolled through her. "We'll just make you come extra hard the next time."

Charles stepped out of bed and joined them, his firm body pressed along her back.

And his stiff c.o.c.k pressed against the seam of her a.s.s.

f.u.c.k it, I can be late once. "What about you guys?" she asked. "I feel bad leaving you hanging."

Ken and Charles exchanged a glance and smiled at her. Ken helped her sit on the floor at the end of the bed as both men sat in front of her on the bed, their c.o.c.ks ready. They placed her hands on their c.o.c.ks. "Have fun," Charles said.

She began stroking them with her fingers wrapped around their c.o.c.ks, alternating going down on one man, then the other, back and forth until she knew they were both close to exploding. Ken fisted her hair and held her head in place in front of them as she stroked them harder and faster, their c.o.c.ks pointed at her mouth. Charles came first with a moan, some of his c.u.m making it past her lips, the rest of it going all over her face and chest. Ken followed right behind, and by the time their c.o.c.ks were limp, she was covered in their c.u.m.

Ken grinned. "I think that's an appropriate pre-morning-shower look for you, baby."

Charles nodded. "Me, too."

She laughed, imagining what she must look like. "Well, there's not room for three in my shower. One of you could do me the favor of making me coffee."

Charles looked at Ken and made a fist. "Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock?"

"Huh?"

Libbie giggled. "Don't be mean to him. You know he doesn't watch the show."

Charles dropped his fist and shrugged. "Eh, you're right. We really need to catch him up. I'll make the coffee." The men stood, helping her to her feet. "You go help our messy girl get cleaned up."

Ken took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. "With pleasure."

It was nearly four thirty in the morning when Libbie and Charles finally made it downstairs to the bakery. Charles went back to their apartment to shower while Ken did his best to distract Libbie from getting ready in hers.

Grover and Ruth looked up when they walked in, and for a moment, Libbie was a teenager again, caught sneaking in after curfew by her dad.

"You all right, Libbie?" Grover asked, concern on his face.

Her face grew even hotter as she nodded. "Sorry we-I overslept." She forced a laugh. "Mandaline brought over some of Sachi's spiked cider last night and I think I overimbibed."

"Ah. Okay."

A little while later, however, Grover cornered her in her office. Keeping his voice low, he asked, "You didn't just oversleep, did you?"

She felt the blood jump to her face again as she stared at her hands in her lap. "Not exactly."

"You all right? Everything okay?"

She nodded her head and didn't resist when Grover gently took her chin in his large hand and made her look up at him.

He arched an eyebrow at her. "I'm not gonna have to run those two boys through my woodchipper now, am I?"

She shook her head. "No, Grover, please." She couldn't help but smile. "It's okay."

A slow smile of his own took over. "Ahh. Now I see what'choo all embarra.s.sed about, little girl." He lowered his bulk into the chair next to her desk and leaned in. "It was all consensual?"

"Grover!"

"Answer me."

"Yes!"

"They do right by you?"

"Define that."

He rolled his eyes. "You okay with what happened, or are they gonna go streaking out of here to some other port of call?"

For such an enlightened man, in some ways, Grover was rather old fashioned. "A shotgun wedding won't be necessary, Dad," she snarked. "But I feel really good for the first time in a long time. Be nice to them. Please?"

He smiled and patted her knee. "Honey, any man or men who can put a smile like that on your face, I'll be plenty nice to them." He leaned in and kissed her forehead before returning to the kitchen.

The men wouldn't let her cook dinner that night. They made her relax and put her feet up while they whipped together a quick and hearty meal that they ate spread out on Libbie's sofa while watching TV.

The late night, combined with their nocturnal aerobics in bed the night before, had worn her down. "I think I want to take the TV party into the bedroom."

"You want company?" Ken asked.

"Of course."

"Both of us?" Charles confirmed.

She kissed Charles, then Ken. "Yes, both of you. You two don't need an engraved invitation to crawl between my sheets. I think we're well past that stage, don't you?"

The men sent her to bed while they cleaned up the kitchen. When they joined her, they found her lying naked under the blanket.

The men stripped and joined her. "You know," Ken warned, "we come in and see you like that, you're inviting trouble."

"Yep," Charles said. "It's like asking us to ravish you."

"Who's arguing?" she asked.