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  “You thinking what I’m thinking?” John asked.

  “Oh, yeah. Not tonight, but after we have a little time to get your ‘conditioning’ up,” he joked. “I want to have you impaled on both our cocks, one of us in this sweet pussy of yours, and one of us in your ass. What do you say about that, baby?”

  Well, there wasn’t much she could say, because between the uber-sexy thought and the way his body rubbed against her clit with each stroke, it triggered her orgasm.

  John leaned in, sucking one of her nipples, playing with the other with his hand and intensifying the feelings.

  Oscar tsked. “Oh, if you think you’re going to coax me into coming by squeezing my cock with that sweet pussy of yours, baby, think again. I’ve got your number now, and I’m going to fuck another one right out of you.”

  She had to pry her eyes open to stare up at him. His blue gaze twinkled with mischievous glee. Yes, the thought of having them both fucking her at the same time was…hawwwwt.

  “I think we just found your magic button, baby,” Oscar said, his voice slipping into a deeper, sexy, throaty tone. “I think you want us to do all sorts of dirty things to you, don’t you?”

  She nodded, unable to speak, hypnotized by his gaze.

  She let out a soft cry of pleasure as John’s teeth grazed her nipple at the same time he pinched the other a little harder with his fingers.

  “You like knowing you’re the only woman we’re ever going to be with again, don’t you?” Oscar asked.

  She nodded.

  His sexy smile widened. “You like knowing we’re going to fill you with our cocks any way we want, don’t you?”

  From her past, a flashback struggled to gain a foothold, a memory of what Jacob had said during his attack, and she desperately fought it back.

  These men loved her. Wanted her. Needed her as much as she needed them. She focused instead on the blue auras swirling around and through her, surrounding her, encasing her as well as them.

  It steadied her nerves and focused her mind.

  “I love you both,” she whispered, needing the anchor in her mind.

  John released her nipple and kissed her. “We love you, too, baby,” he said. “So much.”

  Oscar leaned in and kissed her, too. “We love you so much, you have no idea.”

  And with that, her body made her mind up for her, the orgasm catching her by surprise and flowing through her. Her eyes slammed shut, her body held captive by the feel of Oscar’s cock fucking her so sweetly and so well, and now how John used both his hands on her breasts, whispering in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Come for us. Let us make you feel good.”

  Good? Blessed Hecate, it was fucking awesome. Amazing. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for how damn good it could feel.

  Only when Oscar was sure that he’d gotten her over again did he speed up, thrusting harder, faster. John moved out of the way and Oscar leaned in, so she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Come for me,” she whispered in his ear.

  He let out a cry of his own, finally falling still, capturing her lips and kissing her as he caught his breath.

  After a moment, John broke the silence. “And with that, kiddies, we need to get some sleep. I can be a little late to work, but I still have to go.”

  A few moments later, after Oscar returned from the bathroom, Sachi was almost asleep and tucked between the men.

  John, then Oscar kissed her forehead.

  She thought it was the sweetest thing in the world.

  That she was the luckiest woman in the world.

  “Good night, sweetheart,” they whispered.

  “Good night.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Sachi thought the sound was the most fucking annoying alarm clock in the world.

  Who the fuck makes an alarm that sounds like knocking?

  “Hello?”

  Her eyes popped open. No alarm clock sounded like Mandaline.

  She sat up and realized the time on the cable box read 7:59.

  “Shit! Um, just a minute!” She reached to either side of her and shoved both men, who’d slept through Mandaline’s knocking.

  After climbing out of bed, Sachi grabbed the top sheet and wrapped it around her, cracking the bedroom door only wide enough that she could slip through it and close it again.

  “Um, hi.”

  Mandaline held out a mug of coffee. She also wore an annoying smirk. “Good morning.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m assuming the pile of clothes in the living room belongs to you and yours?”

  Mandaline’s smile transformed into a broad, beaming grin.

  Sachi had given Mandaline credit for her unusually great self-restraint the night before, for not mentioning anything about Oscar and John while they were on the investigation.

  But her friend’s pleased smile said it all.

  “Um, yeah.” She sipped at the coffee, which Mandaline had prepared exactly the way she liked. “Thanks. Sorry.”

  “Why are you apologizing?”

  “For…um…” She didn’t know.

  She shrugged.

  Mandaline started laughing and carefully hugged her so as not to spill the coffee. “Congratulations, Snark Queen. I’m glad the great and mighty Dildous blessed your union.”

  “He didn’t bless shit. It’s still downstairs under the register, and unused. Just the way he needs to stay.

  Mandaline headed for the stairwell with a wave. “Unless you brought a spare change of clothes, you might want to run home. You’ve got a reading at eleven.” She started downstairs.

  Dammit. She’d forgotten about that. Sachi left the mug of coffee on the kitchen counter and ran to scoop up their clothes. When she threw the bedroom door open, she heard a loud crack, followed by John’s howl of pain.

  When she got the door open, he was bent over, holding his forehead.

  She winced. “Sorry.”

  “You didn’t warn me I’d need a crash helmet to be your guy.”

  She dumped the clothes on the bed and went to examine his wound as he finally straightened.

  Oscar looked like he was doing his best not to laugh. She turned to him. “There’s one of those reusable gel cold packs in the freezer,” she told him. “Grab him one and a dish towel.”

  “I need to get my clothes—”

  “Move your ass!”

  He streaked, naked, through the doorway.

  She got John back to the bed and sitting on the edge. Fortunately, she hadn’t hit him hard enough to break the skin, but he might have a bruise and a goose-egg there in a few hours.

  Oscar returned with the towel-wrapped gel pack. She took it from him and held it to John’s forehead.

  “You owe me,” John groused.

  “I know, sweetie,” she said, feeling genuine remorse. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be standing right there.”

  “We were trying to hear.”

  “Is she mad?” Oscar asked.

  “No, witchypoo is pleased as punch.”

  “I hope your dad’s that easy,” Oscar said.

  “You and me, both.”

  The men had enough forethought to grab spare clothes the night before, so she let them take their showers first. She’d take hers at home and walked downstairs with them to kiss them good-bye at the back door.

  When Sachi turned, Mandaline was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a smile on her face.

  “What?” Sachi asked.

  Mandaline grinned and held her arms open wide for Sachi. Unable to help herself, Sachi ran to her friend, laughing and crying as Mandaline engulfed her in a hug.

  “I’m so happy for you, sweetie,” Mandaline whispered in her ear.

  “They love me,” she sobbed. “Can you believe that crap? They actually love me!”

  Mandaline held her at arm’s length and brushed Sachi’s hair from her face before cradling her cheeks in her hands. “Of course I believe it. I could tell last night the way you all felt about each oth
er. There is no doubt in my mind those two men are absolutely right for you.” She pulled Sachi close again, holding her. “And congratulations. You deserve this happiness, you really do.”

  “Yeah, well, I might be asking you to help me tell that to my dad.”

  “He’ll be okay.”

  “How can you be so certain?”

  “Duh. I’m a witch. And your best friend. And your father loves you. He’ll understand. Well, might not understand, but he’ll be happy that you’re happy. That’s the kind of guy he is.”

  “Your parents weren’t so hot about it.”

  Mandaline shrugged. “They won’t give me grief about it, though. They know they don’t have a choice but to accept Brad and Ellis. Ellis’ folks were all right with it. It still doesn’t matter. The only people who matter are the three of you.”

  She released Sachi. “Now go home, get your shower, and get your butt back here, you damn slacker.” Her grin belied her words.

  “Yes, ma’am!” She snapped Mandaline a salute. She had to run upstairs to get her purse and keys, but she was soon home and in her own shower and standing there wondering how the hell her whole world had just upended itself and flipped inside out in the space of a couple of weeks.

  Not that it really matters, I guess. Only the end result mattered.

  And that end result was that she couldn’t recall a happier time in her life.

  * * * *

  Sachi had a skeet student that afternoon. Between working and then, she’d spent the day texting back and forth with Oscar and John. They’d agreed they’d meet her later at her house to have dinner with her and her dad.

  She figured it was better to break the news to him with a little bit of backup. She also decided she wanted it done and over with and not stressing her out. She refused to sneak around with the guys in her own house.

  As far as full-time living arrangements, they’d figure that out over the next few weeks. They’d have to tell Aunt Tammy, but hoped based on what the men had told Sachi that she wouldn’t be too disappointed by their departure.

  Her dad wasn’t home yet when Sachi arrived. She’d opted for easy, spaghetti and store-bought meatballs with a side salad and garlic bread.

  She’d also stopped by the drugstore and picked up her own supply of condoms and lube, which she stashed in her bedside table.

  I really need to make a doctor appointment.

  The men arrived while her dad was in the shower.

  “Is he in a good mood?” Oscar asked.

  “As good as any, I guess,” she said. “He’s always been fairly even-tempered. And he really seems to like his new job.”

  “That’s good, right?” John asked.

  “I hope so.”

  The introductions went well, her dad happy to chat with the men as they ate, glad to finally meet them.

  Sachi waited until they had finished eating to break the news. She was sitting directly across from her dad at the four-person table and it took every ounce of strength she had to force herself to keep her gaze focused on him and not stare down at her plate.

  “Dad, we have something we need to tell you.”

  A frown creased his brow. “We?”

  “Yeah, we. I hope you’ll keep an open mind about this, but me and John and Oscar are…involved.”

  “Involved? What does that mean?”

  “It means we’re together. Like Mandaline, Brad, and Ellis.”

  It felt like eternity passed before he spoke again. “So together together?”

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  “How long as this been going on?”

  “Not real long. But…it’s permanent. We’re still working out the logistics of them moving in here. That’s not going to happen immediately, but they probably will be spending some nights here.”

  Slowly nodding, a little smile crossed his face. “Wanting me to move out already?”

  Horror filled her. “No! Daddy, no, that’s not what I—”

  He chuckled. “Miki, relax. I’m teasing.” He looked from Oscar to John. “You love my daughter?”

  “Yes, sir. Absolutely.”

  Then to Oscar. “And you?”

  “Of course I do.”

  He let out a little sigh and pushed his chair back. Standing, he walked around the table to Sachi and held his arms out to her.

  She stood and struggled, barely winning over the tears that wanted to fill her eyes as he hugged her.

  “You love them?” he asked.

  “Yes, Daddy. I love them.”

  “And you’re sure this is what you want?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay then.” He turned to the men. “Mazel tov, gentlemen.” He shook a finger at them. “If you hurt her, it’s not me you have to worry about. She’s got friends who I suspect would make your lives a living hell with all their hocus-pocus.”

  Sachi laughed, hugging her dad again. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “We spent a lot of years living apart. It’s good to see you look so happy and young for a change. You looked aged beyond your years when you left home. Who am I to say what’s right and what’s wrong? But I know happy when I see it. And you, sweetheart, look happy. And that makes me happy.”

  * * * *

  Oscar and John helped her clean up the kitchen before they said good night to her father and headed for the bedroom.

  “You can’t make me scream my head off tonight,” she warned. “My dad being okay with this and me knowing he can hear us are two different things.”

  John arched an eyebrow at her. “Is what I’m hearing that you want your mouth stuffed so full that you can’t make noises?”

  She felt heat fill her face before it rolled straight to her clit. “Sure. Go with that.”

  They stripped, John sitting on the bed and crooking a finger at Sachi. “Come here and let me fill that sweet mouth of yours.”

  She knelt in front of him on the bed enjoying the way he scooped her hair into his hands before guiding her down to his eager cock.

  Behind her, Oscar lay on the bed on his back after shoving her legs apart and sliding under her.

  She needed all the muffling she could get. Oscar licked and sucked her clit for a little bit before easily sliding two fingers inside her wet cunt. All while she eagerly sucked on John’s cock, loving the way it felt hot and hard against her tongue.

  “That’s it,” John whispered. “Now you can make all the noise you want, baby. Just make it around my cock.”

  She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the pleasure. This was better than anything her fantasies could have ever conceived.

  And she considered herself a pretty imaginative woman. Although she’d never imagined two guys for her future.

  Hell, she’d never imagined one guy for her future.

  That no longer mattered. All that mattered was they were there and loved her.

  Oscar flicked at her clit as he finger-fucked her, driving her over the edge of the first of what she suspected would be several orgasms that night.

  They guys were apparently eager to overcompensate for her lack of them in the past several years.

  Again, not that she was complaining. She thought it was sweet and loved that about them.

  She started a slow, rocking rhythm between the men, John holding back, refusing to come until he was satisfied she’d been adequately satisfied. It didn’t matter to her. She was happy to be there, falling off that cliff time and again, moaning her orgasms around his cock.

  Time flowed past her, their energies sweeping through her as they made love to her, loving every second of it and wishing it’d never end.

  Finally, John gave in. “You think you’ve had enough, baby?”

  She didn’t know. They’d managed to send her brain to that delightful little la-la land where she wished they would never stop and hoped they stopped soon, a delicious contradiction she’d never known could exist before.

  Oscar slid out from under her. “I take it that’s my cue.”
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  She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then Oscar was kneeling behind her again. Now she was being seesawed between the men, between their cocks, impaled at both ends by them, mouth and cunt.

  Excellent…

  Oscar reached around her and fingered her clit as he fucked her. “One more, maybe?”

  She started to whine no way, then it hit her and she was glad John’s cock was still there to muffle the sound as she came.

  John chuckled. “Looks like you got one more out of her.”

  “I’m sneaky that way.”

  She loved his sneakiness. Both of them. Everything about them.

  The men started working together in a movement that would shove her deep onto the cock in her cunt before shoving her deep onto the cock down her throat. Back and forth, until finally, Oscar gripped her hips.

  “Ready?”

  “Yep.” John’s hands cupped her cheeks and he took one more thrust, his cock deep in her mouth as she started swallowing the jets of hot cum erupting from the slit. In her cunt, Oscar buried himself deep inside her, too, his pleased grunt stirring happy thoughts in her brain.

  She’d made them feel like that. She’d done that to them. And yet they’d made sure they’d taken the time to get her off, many, many times before they even thought about their own release.

  As they collapsed into a breathless heap on the bed, she found their hands and squeezed. “You have no idea how much I love you guys.”

  They squeezed back. “Love you, too, babe,” Oscar said.

  “Me, too,” John said.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  They broke the news to Aunt Tammy the next evening, going over to her house for dinner.

  She actually took it far better than they’d expected.

  “I have a little secret of my own,” she admitted. “I called Ellis on Monday at his office and talked to him. He’s going to help me with a real estate attorney. He said because of the size of my property, and where it’s located, I can probably file with the county to have it split and sell part of it off. I don’t want to move out of my home, but I really don’t need that back acreage.”