She repeated it over and over. He started meeting her with small shallow thrusts of his hips. She grasped his hips with her hands as he f.u.c.ked her mouth. He began going deep enough that she had to relax her throat to take him. There was no way she could take him all, but she did her best.

The faster he went, she could tell he was getting closer by the way he grimaced. She sighed when he shouted out and began to empty his b.a.l.l.s of his c.u.m into her throat. She swallowed convulsively as he filled her mouth. When he had finished, she licked him clean. He ma.s.saged her scalp, telling her how good she'd done.

"That was amazing, love."

She smiled up at him. Both men helped her to her feet, but it was Greg who carried her over to the couch and sat down with her in his lap. She laid her head against his shoulder and sighed. Steven sat next to them and pulled her feet into his lap, ma.s.saging them softly. They sat there for a long time before either man spoke.

"Thank you, baby, for that. You definitely warmed me up. How about a nap?"

Steven added his agreement to it. "A nap sounds like a good idea."

"I'd like that. But let me down first."

Greg let her slide off his lap with a questioning look.

"I've got to run to the bathroom. I don't think I can make it up the stairs." She ran into the one off the living room by the office. For some reason she had already gotten to where she had to go more frequently and more urgently than usual.

When she emerged a minute later, the men were standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting on her.

"Come on, love. Let's get you upstairs." He pulled her in front of him and urged her up the stairs.

When they arrived in the bedroom, Greg began helping her out of her clothes. She gave him a questioning look. There really was no need to remove their clothes for just a nap.

"You'll be more comfortable without them."

Steven helped her up into the bed and pulled the covers around her. Then the men undressed and climbed into bed next to her. They cuddled around her, stroking her body until she began to drift off to sleep. The last thing she heard was Steven's and Greg's "I love you."

Chapter Twenty-One.

Janet woke up to a tongue at her p.u.s.s.y. She looked over to find Steven smiling at her. He was facing her and began playing with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s now that she was awake. The dual sensations went right to her c.l.i.t. She could only moan and enjoy it.

"I want to see you come, love. You have the most intense expression and make the cutest noises when you do."

She couldn't talk with how they were manipulating her. Words wouldn't form. All she could do was moan and accept their ministrations.

Greg was licking her p.u.s.s.y up and down, all along her slit. Then he sucked her p.u.s.s.y lips into his mouth. She couldn't be still for the life of her. When he thrust two fingers into her hot c.u.n.t, she called out his name, nearly begging for more. With Steven sucking and pinching at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, it wasn't long before she was demanding more.

Instead of giving her more, they backed off some, making her growl at them. They chuckled and started increasing the stimulations again. Steven nipped and bit at her nipple while twisting her other one. Greg curled his fingers and located her hot spot and stroked it while ringing her c.l.i.t with his tongue.

Janet threw back her head as her climax built higher and higher.

"Oh, G.o.d. Oh, G.o.d. Oh, G.o.d."

The men seemed to take that as a sign because they attacked her with new fervor. Steven increased the pressure he put on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while Greg latched onto her c.l.i.t and sucked as he stroked her sweet spot over and over.

She grabbed at the covers, unable to reach Greg's head with Steven at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her climax stole over her in a ma.s.sive wave. Blinding lights flashed behind her eyes with the intensity of it. She heard herself mewling then screaming.

Finally, Greg brought her down gently. Steven stroked her body, murmuring over and over how much he loved her. There was no way he could fake the sincerity in his voice. She believed him. The other man gave her one last lick and crawled up her body to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips. It wasn't unpleasant.

"Aren't you going to f.u.c.k me now?" she asked them.

"Make love, baby. And no, that was all for you this time."

Then he whispered that he loved her and kissed her chin.

"Let's get up and start dinner. I'm hungry." Steven rolled out of bed and reached out for Janet's hand.

Janet let him draw her out of the bed. Then she stretched, knowing that she would be the sweetest sort of sore from the recent bouts of s.e.x and multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms over the last twenty-four hours. She wasn't going to complain, though. She was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

"What are you looking so happy about? You'd think that you had just had the best o.r.g.a.s.m of your life." Steven smiled down at her as she was getting dressed.

"Oh? I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Love, you screamed. I think you were paying attention."

"Come on, you two." Greg bounded down the stairs ahead of them.

Janet followed Steven at a more sedate pace. She didn't see any reason to be in that much of a hurry. Greg wasn't acting like the Greg that she had made him into in her mind. He had told her that they hadn't exactly hit it off before and that he'd been overly demanding. Now he was acting more like Steven.

She shrugged it off and decided that everything was slowly working out. He'd said that he loved her, and she truly believed that he did from the sincerity on his face when he'd said it. Now if only she could remember how she had felt about him maybe things could get back to normal. Until then, she felt unbalanced.

She walked into the kitchen to find the two men waiting on her. She couldn't help staring at them. They were two prime examples of what a man should look like, handsome yet rugged. They stared back with questioning looks.

"What do you two plan to do in my kitchen?"

"Um, help?" Greg asked.

"I don't think so. You can sit at the table, and I'll make you some coffee, but you're not helping me cook."

They grinned with what looked like relief and took their seats at the table. Janet quickly put on a pot of coffee and began gathering what she would need to make dinner. Once the coffee was ready, Steven jumped up and poured them all a cup. She sipped hers absently as she took out a loaf of bread that she'd left to rise.

Realizing that she needed the preserves she'd seen in the cellar, Janet opened the pantry door and then the cellar door and started down the steps.

"Wait!" Greg jumped up from the table and raced across the room. "Don't go down there. Tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."

"Nonsense. I can get it myself. You said you had covered up the place you think the creature had gotten in through. I'll be careful." She started back down, and he stopped her with a hand on her arm. Something drifted through his eyes.

"Let me go first then. I don't want to take a chance."

Janet saw a little of what he must have been like before her accident. Bossy only began to describe what she saw. He was almost too sure of himself. He had expected her to stop and do what he said. When she hadn't, he'd visibly reigned himself in and tried again.

She could tell that it had cost him to compromise. The fact that he had done it at all told her that he was sincere about relaxing his rigid rules some. She could appreciate that. She nodded and backed up so that he could squeeze past her. Then she followed him down the stairs. He looked around and then reached up as she made the last step and helped her down.

"I don't see anything. What did you need? I'll get it for you."

"That jar of preserves on the fourth shelf." She pointed to the jar.

He pulled it down and motioned for her to go back upstairs. He carried the jar and followed her. Once they were in the kitchen again, he handed her the preserves and returned to the table and his cooling coffee.

Greg was still a mystery to her since she couldn't remember him before the accident. How he was now seemed almost too good to be true. Shaking her head, she didn't think about it anymore and finished preparing dinner. After dinner she would think about it some more.

When dinner was finished, the men insisted on cleaning up, so she headed to the living room and bypa.s.sed the baby books for a real novel that she had brought with her. It held her interest for all of thirty minutes and she was back to thinking about Greg and Steven.

She couldn't remember either one of them before the accident, but for some reason, she'd been more comfortable around Steven than around Greg from the beginning. It had to be instinct, and that worried her. If something as basic as instinct warned her not to get too close, what was she supposed to think about his current behavior? Was it all an act? No, she'd seen the sincerity in his eyes, on his face. He truly was in love with her.

The longer she fretted over it, the more it bothered her. Finally, with a headache brewing, she put down the book and laid her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Random thoughts of the two men bounced around in her head. Snippets of memory snuck through to tease at the edges of her mind. She latched onto them as they emerged and soon had a small picture of life before the accident. What she remembered didn't bode well for Greg.

Greg and Steven leaned back against opposite cabinets and talked. Greg was worried that Janet didn't believe that he loved her. Somehow, she was aware of the past even though she didn't actually remember it. It was the only answer he could come up with.

"I think she's warming up to you, Greg." Steven tossed the dish cloth back and forth from hand to hand.

"How do you get that? She stiffens when I touch her and gravitates toward you anytime we're both in the room."

"You're overa.n.a.lyzing it all. She's attracted to you, cares about and enjoys s.e.x with you. Give her time. She's forgotten two husbands and knows that she has to live with us even though she can't remember us. That has to be hard to accept."

"You're right. I'm pus.h.i.+ng her. It's just that it hurts so d.a.m.n much to not be able to hug her without feeling her worry."

"Let's go see what she's doing. She's been awfully quiet for the last forty-five minutes. That can't be good."

They walked into the living room to find her curled up on the couch with her head thrown back against the couch. There was a book in her hand opened, but she wasn't looking at it. Instead, her eyes were closed. The expression on her face appeared almost angry. Greg felt ice crawl down his back. She was remembering. He would bet anything that she was remembering.

s.h.i.+t!

"What are you doing, love?" Steven seemed oblivious to it.

Her eyes popped open, and she lifted her head to stare at them. Her gaze drifted to him, and there was a definite change in how she viewed him. His heart sank.

"I was reading but got tired of it. The book just doesn't hold my interest."

"We finished cleaning up."

"Thanks."

Greg couldn't speak. He was scared that something stupid would come out of his mouth. Instead, he stared and waited for her accusations. When she didn't say anything for a few seconds, he finally did speak.

"What about your baby books? Have you memorized all of them?" He grinned, thinking that would maybe break the ice.

"I'm tired of them right now. I'll read them again later."

He was right. Her voice had a definite chill to it. He glanced over at Steven. Now the man appeared to realize something wasn't quite kosher. What should he do? He didn't have a clue. Instead of hemming and hawing around, Greg chose to go the direct route.

"You've gotten your memory back, haven't you?"

"Some of it. Not all of it."

"But you remember how you felt about me."

"Yeah, pretty much. You were strict with me and always trying to tell me what I could and couldn't do."

"Not always. Just when it concerned your health or safety. I didn't want anything to happen to you, baby. Can't you understand that?"

Greg moved to sit on the couch next to her but far enough away that she wouldn't feel crowded, he hoped. She didn't scoot over, but she did look worried. He sighed and leaned back to give her more room.

"h.e.l.l, baby. I would never hurt you. Do you at least believe that?"

"Yes." She sighed and rubbed her face with both hands. "I'm sorry. Suddenly remembering some things took me by surprise. My head hurts something fierce, too."

"I'll get you some painkiller for the headache, love." Steven disappeared up the stairs.

"I can't tell you I'm sorry enough about how I was, Janet. I thought I was keeping you safe. Now I know I was smothering you. I'm honestly trying hard not to do that, but there are some things I won't back down on. The thing is, I don't think you would balk at those things except on principle."

"You're probably right. Maybe if you say it in a different way, it won't bother me so much." She stared intently into his eyes for a second.

Greg started to ask what she was thinking, but Steven returned with the painkiller. Then he ran to the kitchen for a gla.s.s of water. Greg waited until she had taken the medicine before resuming the conversation.

"Baby, do you believe that I love you?"

She nodded but didn't say anything.

"I think I loved you the first time you argued with me. No one had ever done that before. It made me spitting mad, but it excited me, too. It was a novelty. From then on, I enjoyed making you mad on occasion. If you will remember, some of those arguments ended up with us in bed."

She blushed. It was a pretty, pink blush that stole over her face and neck. He smiled and only just stopped himself from running his finger down her cheek. He wasn't sure she would have appreciated it.

"I remember some of those arguments, but not all of them. I still don't remember how I felt about you. It makes it difficult for me to know if my feelings now are real or not. How can I be sure that if I didn't love you before, that being in love with you now will last?"

"I've changed, Janet. For the better. I wish you could believe that."

"I want to, Greg. You have no idea how much I want to believe it. I do believe you love me, though."

"Well, that's something, at least. Can't we build on that and leave the past in the past?"

"I don't know if I can. Let me think about it."

Steven cleared his throat and snagged their attention. Greg looked at him with a less than friendly look.

"It's getting late. I think we should go to bed."

"That's probably a good idea." Greg agreed with Steven. They weren't getting anywhere.

"Yeah, my head is getting better. Maybe after I bathe the headache will be gone."