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  He stroked her arm. “What’s wrong?”

  “I…I don’t want…to go home!” she sobbed. “You don’t…know…what my parents are like!” She took a long, hitching breath before more tears hit. “I hate them sometimes. I really hate them!”

  Tim’s somber tone struck up several warning bells in Jack’s brain. “Why not stay here for a while? An extended vacation? You’re welcomed to, I told you that.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

  Jack knew that look. Tim was already head over heels for her.

  He had to stay strong. He’d had enough heartbreak in his own life. He wanted to spare Tim as much of that as possible.

  But part of him never wanted to say good-bye to her.

  She cried for a few more minutes, then started laughing, giggles that rolled out of her and caused her to shed even more tears. Jack couldn’t help but smile as she finally hiccupped herself to some semblance of sanity.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as she took another hitching breath. “This is just so…surreal. I can’t believe I just did this. I don’t know if anyone would believe it if I wrote it in a book.”

  “Regretting it?” Jack asked. Part of him was convinced she’d say yes.

  She shook her head as she looked from Tim to him. “No. Never.”

  “Then let us take your mind off your troubles,” Tim offered. “I’m sure I can think of several dirty ways to do that.”

  Gwen smiled. “I’m sure you can, too.”

  Fuck it. I’ll enjoy it while I can. “I know I can,” Jack added.

  * * * *

  Tim couldn’t believe this woman was in his bed with them. He was hopelessly in love with her, but how would Stoneface react to that? He wanted to beg her not to return to Ohio, that there was no reason to leave. Hell, he’d survived the transplant process from Cali to South Dakota, surely she could, too.

  You barely know her.

  No, that wasn’t true and he knew it. He did know her. Just because they’d never met face-to-face before didn’t mean he didn’t know her heart, her hopes and dreams, her fears.

  Her perceived failures in life and love. It was part of their e-mail discussions over the past three years.

  He wanted to smack her ex-husband for her for treating her like dirt. What man in his right mind cheated on a woman like Gwen?

  He answered his own question. A fucking stupid one.

  Tim had been many things in his life, but stupid, he knew, wasn’t one of them.

  And he’d be stupid to let her get away from them without a fight.

  He knew Jack felt something for her, too. Tim could see it in his face when he looked up at him while they were together inside her. He could see it now, too, mixed with the typical guarded caution. But a few minutes earlier…

  It was the first time he could remember seeing true, unadulterated joy on Jack’s rocky visage.

  Jack’s life was full of old pain. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince Gwen life could be just like one of her books, only better. Because in real life they could have a happily-ever-after.

  * * * *

  Gwen let Tim roll her onto her back. He pushed her legs apart. “I’m greedy,” he said with a playful smile. “I want to hear you scream again.” He dipped between her legs, his tongue gently stroking her clit.

  She wasn’t sure if she could come again. Then Jack propped himself on one elbow next to her and began sucking and playing with her breasts. She plunged her hands into his hair, holding him tightly to her, enjoying the feel of his tongue flicking against her nipples.

  It didn’t take long. Tim slipped a couple of his magic fingers into her, and she felt herself climbing impossible heights before she crashed into another orgasm.

  Okay, so this was like her books.

  It felt like every nerve ending vibrated in the aftershocks of her climax. Tim sat up and hooked her legs with his arms, pulling them up. “I’m going to fuck you again, baby. I can’t get enough of you.” He grabbed another condom, slipped it on with lightning speed, and plunged his cock deep within her.

  Gwen never dreamed sex could be this good, even though she’d written about it enough times. Sex with Dickweed had been okay, satisfying usually but nothing stellar.

  This was…awesome.

  Tim stretched his body out on top of hers and kissed her as his cock slowly glided along her clit with every stroke. “Scream for me, baby. I want to make you feel good.”

  She felt it building. Sex had never been this good. Ever.

  Not even in her books.

  Jack smiled. “I can’t resist that.” He put on another condom, grabbed the lube, and took up position behind Tim.

  Gwen was torn between wanting to watch the men get it on and the delicious things Tim’s body did to hers. Tim stopped moving, his eyes dropping closed as he rested his forehead against hers.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, “that’s so not fair. I’m gonna blow like this.”

  She felt the bed shake. Jack chuckled. “I can’t resist that cute ass stuck in the air like that. You should know that.”

  Tim started moving again, impaling himself on Jack’s cock before driving deep inside her again. Tim’s eyes opened, that sweet blue gaze piercing deep within her. “I could do this for the rest of my life,” he murmured.

  “So could I,” Jack said, his voice tinged with passion.

  “Me, too,” she agreed. She pulled Tim’s head down, kissing him as her orgasm exploded.

  “Oh, baby, I feel you,” he said. “I’m coming!”

  “Fuck yeah!” Jack said. She felt him start to pound into Tim’s ass with a loud grunt, skin slapping against skin, bouncing Tim’s cock harder against her clit as both men came.

  They collapsed into a sweaty, panting pile of flesh. Jack slowly rolled off Tim, who quickly pulled out. In moments, she found herself snugly nestled between the men and drifting off to sleep.

  Tim kissed her forehead. “Good?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  She felt Jack settle his head next to hers, resting against her shoulder. “Thank you, Gwen,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. I could fall asleep next to you every night.” He slipped an arm around her waist, and she held on, moved by the sincerity in his voice.

  “I could fall asleep between you two every night,” she admitted, afraid to even wish for the impossible.

  Tim also slipped his arm across her waist. “That would be a dream come true,” he said.

  As she fell asleep, she wondered if he meant it.

  If for once in her life she could be that lucky.

  Chapter Nine

  The next morning, Gwen awoke pleasantly sore and securely snuggled between Jack and Tim. Tim’s hand was nestled between her legs, cupping her mound, while Jack had a secure grip on her left breast.

  She stared first at Tim, then Jack, who were both still asleep. She felt the first giggle try to bubble forth, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle it. If she started laughing, she wouldn’t be able to stop, and she didn’t want to awaken the men. Had she really let these two gorgeous men fuck her silly last night?

  At the same time?

  Apparently, she had. The proof was in the residual ache in her ass.

  And what a nice ache it was, too.

  She took a deep breath and, finally sure she wouldn’t start laughing, slowly let it out again.

  I could get used to this.

  That’s when the wistful pang of regret hit. Liam would arrive in a few hours. She wasn’t too worried about what he’d think. Knowing him, he’d probably cheer her on.

  But what about when they had to return home?

  It didn’t surprise her to realize she didn’t want to return home, even though she knew that was a stupid, juvenile thought.

  She couldn’t deny she’d already hit the downward slippery slope and was rapidly gaining speed toward falling in love with Tim and Jack. The irony that she wouldn’t write this scenario in a book didn’t escape her. Rationally, she should just keep it ab
out the sex and enjoy what she could while she could. Try as she might, wish as she would, she couldn’t just pack up and move from Ohio. For one thing, Liam needed her to run interference between their parents from time to time. She couldn’t leave him.

  And how did she know the men would even return her feelings? For all she knew, they might just see her as a fun time, an easy lay.

  She closed her eyes. Jesus, they must think I’m a slut.

  She hoped they didn’t despite their assurances the night before.

  Tim stirred a little, turning onto his side facing her. His fingers slid into her cunt, and he let out a soft chuckle. “You’re still wet, baby.”

  Gwen felt the heat in her face as she blushed. “That’s because you slept with your fingers all over my clit.”

  On her other side, Jack let out a yawn. “That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while. What time is it?”

  “That’s because we fucked ourselves unconscious.” Tim lifted his head to look. “You’ve got an hour before you need to get moving.”

  Jack gently squeezed her breast. “You mean before I get ready for work.” He nibbled her shoulder, sending a pleasant shiver through her. “I want to get moving right now, and I don’t mean getting out of bed.”

  Oh, fuck it. They were cute, horny, and in the same bed she was. If that made her a slut, she couldn’t care less.

  Well, at that moment in time she couldn’t care less. She’d worry about later…later.

  Jack sat up and smiled at her. It made him look even more handsome. “I think I know how I want to get moving this morning.”

  The passion in his brown eyes turned her insides to mush. She simply nodded.

  He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and even enjoyed the feel of his morning stubble scratching against her cheek. These were real men, not make-believe, not fantasies.

  And they were interested in her.

  “I hope you don’t mind us wanting you to sleep in our bed while you’re here.” He smiled again. She had a feeling that wasn’t something he normally did a lot of.

  “I don’t mind at all,” she assured him.

  “Good,” Tim chimed in, “because how else am I going to work on keeping you here?” She didn’t want to hope there was truth to his words. She didn’t want to set herself up for the disappointment of reality.

  “Maybe I could just handcuff you to the bed,” Jack teased.

  “Ooh,” Tim said. “Bondage!”

  She laughed as she looked between the men. “You’re both too much. Believe me, if you’d have me forever, you wouldn’t have to chain me to the bed to keep me here. I’d stay willingly.”

  * * * *

  Jack’s heart flip-flopped. He didn’t want to believe she was doing anything other than joking. Who was he kidding? She wouldn’t stay here. She had a life and family back in Ohio.

  And she looked just like Mel. He still couldn’t say if his reaction was because of who she was…or who he wished she was.

  He ran a hand through her auburn curls and kissed her again. It didn’t matter. He wanted her now, regardless of why. He’d enjoy it and pray it didn’t blow up in their faces. “Believe me,” he murmured, “we’d be happy to have you.”

  She felt so good in his arms, so perfect, just like Tim. His cock fully hardened, nearly painful. He wanted a chance to bury it inside her pussy. He reached over, grabbed a condom, and quickly put it on. She wrapped her legs around him as he nudged against her pussy.

  The lovely, lustful gaze on her face twisted his heart. “Do you want it, baby?” he hoarsely asked.

  “Yes!”

  “Look at me.”

  Her eyes focused on his as he took his time sheathing himself inside her, until he finally felt her warm muscles encasing his member. Damn, she felt good. “How’s that feel?”

  She nodded. “Good!”

  He nipped at the base of her throat. “I’m going to fuck you real good,” he promised, moving slowly, enjoying the soft, wordless sounds escaping her.

  “Oh, he’ll fuck you real good, all right,” Tim said. “He’ll fuck your brains out.”

  “You’ll like that, won’t you?” Jack asked.

  “Uh-huh!”

  “Tell me what you want, baby.” He took long, slow strokes, feeling her need grow by the second from the way her body tensed and flexed under him as she tried to urge him to go faster.

  “Please fuck me,” she said. “Please.”

  “That’s my good girl.” He kissed her as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, alternating short, hard strokes with long, deep ones.

  * * * *

  Holy fuck! It felt like her whole body was electrically charged. The way he seemed to take control…It totally melted her. She could easily do this for the rest of her life. His cock felt so good inside her, a little larger than Tim, who’d been a respectable size to start with. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, and it didn’t take long for her to feel the first tingles of her impending orgasm.

  “That’s it, baby,” he softly urged. “Give it to me. I want it.”

  She held on for dear life and tried to move with him, inside his strong arms, and realized she couldn’t keep up. His body owned hers, and she willingly gave over all control to him as he picked up the pace, driving her harder and faster toward release.

  “I’m going to fuck that orgasm right out of you,” he teasingly promised. “Going to keep going, maybe get two or three out of you.”

  Whether it was the delicious way his cock hit everything just right inside and out, or maybe it was the confident, possessive tone of his voice, or maybe both, she didn’t know. But she cried out when that sweet explosion hit, tearing her apart at the seams from the inside out.

  “There it is,” he said with a chuckle, and he started hammering his cock into her, keeping her orgasm rolling and spinning through her like an erotic tornado. She rode it as he rode her, hanging on, vaguely aware of her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her harder than anyone had ever fucked her in her life.

  And she prayed it would never end.

  She felt his cock swell and throb inside her. “Here it is, baby,” he grunted, and in two more hard thrusts he came with a moan, his body going still as she tried to catch her breath.

  They were both sweaty by the time he pulled out, but he didn’t leave, staying there propped on his arms over her, kissing her, nibbling at her ear, nuzzling her neck with his lips.

  Tender. Loving.

  She never would have imagined upon their first meeting that there was a softer side to this man.

  “Are you okay?” he tentatively asked, maybe a hint of fear in his voice.

  She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers in a passionate kiss. “Yes, I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life,” she said with a smile. “Way better.”

  * * * *

  They took a long shower together, the men slowly washing every inch of her body. She’d never felt so cherished when she was with Dickweed.

  Jack had to go to work, and Tim would drive her to the airport to get Liam. When Gwen checked the airline schedule, Liam’s flight was on time. Tim made them all breakfast, a delicious omelet that completely filled her. Gwen couldn’t understand why she felt so nervous. This was her brother, for crying out loud. The one person she never felt nervous around.

  She sat in the passenger seat while Tim drove them to the airport. While she couldn’t wait to see Liam, her nerves were about to get the best of her. Her accepting that Liam was gay was one thing.

  Would he really be okay with the fact that she’d jumped into the sack with two men who were pretty much complete strangers?

  Tim laced his fingers through hers. “Nervous?”

  She nodded, not daring to speak. Her stomach had already made a few iffy loops that morning, but she hadn’t thrown up.

  Yet.

  He laughed. “Honey, if you don’t want to tell him about us, we understand. It’s whatever you want.” Th
ey pulled up to a red light and he looked at her. “But honestly?” His voice changed tone and timbre, growing serious. “I hope this is the start of something long term. The thought of you just leaving and walking out of our lives and us never seeing you again rips me up inside. I feel like I’ve known you for years even though we just met.”

  He leaned over and kissed her. A car behind them honked when the light changed to green.

  He laughed as he sat up and drove. “Of course, technically we have known each other for a couple of years, but you know what I mean.”

  She knew. And the fact that it felt so right and natural falling asleep between the two men made her never want to return to Ohio.

  But how would she explain them to her parents?

  * * * *

  When Liam arrived, she was relieved to see he was using his cane and not his wheelchair. She hugged him, and he stuck his hand out to Tim. “You must be Tim. Nice to finally get to meet you.”

  Tim smiled. “Likewise.” Tim immediately reached out to take Liam’s carry-on bag from Gwen, who’d wrestled it away from Liam as soon as she could. “Did you check anything?”

  “Yeah, a bag and my wheelchair.” He looked at Gwen. “Bob is sooo going to kill me.” He grinned mischievously. “Ruthie is totally addicted to World of Warcraft now. And she’s damn good at it, too. I left her with my backup laptop, and she’s happily making online friends as she goes on campaigns to kill things.”

  “Where is she? Did she go home?”

  “Nope. I left her holding down the fort at your house. Bob’s still out of town anyway, and she’s going to help fend off Mom and Dad for a couple of days.”

  Gwen felt guilty over that. “I hope she’s okay.”

  “Honey, believe me, she’s fine. She looks happier than I’ve seen her in years.” He snickered. “When you can get her away from the computer.”

  They made their way to baggage claim. Tim wouldn’t let Liam carry anything, and had them wait outside the terminal so he could bring the car around. When he left to go get it, Liam slung his arm around Gwen as they sat on a bench and snugged her close.