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That was all it took for the landslide to break free once more. Never before had she imagined orgasms could feel sooo good.

  Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. Maybe she had, because the few times she’d felt like rubbing one out on her own, it’d never felt like this, rolling through her, bouncing back and forth throughout her body.

  She let out a little laughing snort at that wine-induced thought. Then she couldn’t control her giggles when the sound of the snort made her laugh again. Then she was laughing and moaning and laughing, caught in a vicious cycle as Rhys’ grip on her thighs tightened and he went for a third.

  Hat trick. She had just enough time to think that before it washed through her, along with another round of moaning, snorting giggles.

  Finally, he showed her a little mercy and rested his cheek against her thigh.

  “I’m hoping that’s good laughter, love.”

  She nodded, still giggling and snorting as Korbin gathered her in his arms and held her cradled against his chest. Something hard poked her in the hip and she glanced down to see a generous cock.

  Her eyes swept up his body. A curly nest of pale hair circled the base of his cock, tapering into a faint treasure trail up his abs to his navel, and then a light dusting of pale curls across sinewy pecs. Lithe and trim, he wasn’t a soft, weak man, that’s for sure.

  She brushed the flat of her palm up his abs. “Biking pays off, huh?”

  He grinned. “Yes. I have an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.”

  “Oh, quit boasting,” Rhys teased. He stood, and she saw that his clothes had also concealed a lithe, trim body. “My legs are quite nice, thank you very much. Swimming and hiking keeps me in shape.”

  He also had a more than decent cock sticking straight out from his body. Dark hair swirled around the base of his shaft, but he had even less hair on his chest than Korbin.

  Not like Andy—

  Quit thinking that!

  She immediately shoved the painful memory away. She wanted to enjoy here, now, with them.

  She held out a hand to Rhys and he climbed up onto the bed on her other side. Part of her still couldn’t believe this was happening, wine buzz or not.

  Part of her prayed it wouldn’t stop. She rolled on top of Korbin and kissed her way down his body until she reached his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. Then she reached over and also wrapped her fingers around Rhys’ cock, finding it hard and hot, too, like silken steel.

  Rhys let out a soft moan as his head fell back against the mattress.

  She glanced up to find Korbin watching her intently. With a playful smile, she flicked her tongue out and lapped at the head of his cock.

  His cock twitched in her hand as she teased and tasted him, pre-cum pearling at the slit, tangy and sweetly salty at the same time. When she engulfed the tip with her lips, he sucked in a sharp breath. It tweaked something deep inside her in a good way, that she could make him react like that to just the simplest of touches.

  It made her want to do more, to him, to both of them.

  She slowly swirled her tongue around his shaft as she lowered her mouth onto him, taking him as deeply as she could and still not reaching the root. With her other hand, she gently squeezed Rhys’ cock, enjoying the soft moans she drew from him with every movement.

  Raising her head, she gave Korbin a playful smile before moving over to Rhys and giving his cock the same treatment. His body trembled beneath her, coiled, ready, struggling to hold back his release. He tasted a little different than Korbin but just as good.

  Back and forth she teased them, working both men to the edge and keeping them there, not wanting to rush things. All the while her own pussy began throbbing again, her juices flowing and coating the insides of her thighs as she thought about riding both these cocks.

  And she knew as excited as she had them, neither would last long in this state.

  She switched to Korbin again and deep-throated him, loosening her fingers from around the base of his shaft and working him hard and fast with her lips and tongue.

  His fingers tangled in her hair. “I’m gonna come, baby,” he hoarsely warned, almost feeling like he was trying to pull her off him.

  She sucked even harder, rewarded by his soft cry and spurt after spurt of his hot cum flowing over her tongue. With a happy moan of her own, she stayed with him, swallowing every drop, not releasing him until she knew she’d drained him.

  Sitting up with a smile, she winked at him. “Now get ready for round two.” The expression on his face was priceless, one she wished she could freeze and preserve forever. Disbelief, perhaps, that he’d not only just received a blow job, but that she’d also swallowed, and awestruck reverence over the same.

  She grinned. “Yes, you heard me correctly. That was just the appetizer.”

  She engulfed Rhys’ cock next. Slightly thinner in diameter, he was a little longer than Korbin but still more than a worthwhile mouthful. It took her even less time to get him over the edge, his moans filling her ears and her heart as she swallowed every drop of cum his balls pumped out.

  Korbin had already begun growing stiff again, as she’d expected. She grabbed one of the condoms from where Rhys had left the strip on the bed. All it took for her to get Korbin fully ready was a few sultry, seductive pumps of her hand up and down his shaft.

  He watched as she rolled it on him before swinging a leg over him. Slowly, she lowered herself, her eyes dropping closed at the feel of his cock finding its mark and sliding deep inside her wet cunt.

  She had to sit there for a moment, still, savoring the sensation.

  Rhys knelt behind her on the bed and reached around her, pulling her back to lean against him.

  “How does his cock feel, baby?”

  She let her head loll against his shoulder. “Good!”

  Korbin’s hands cupped her breasts, playing with her peaked nipples and sending more bolts of need through her body and straight to her clit.

  Rhys’ talented fingers found her swollen clit. “Another one, then?” he said, more a gentle order than a question as he played with her.

  Now the one at the mercy of them, the men drew another orgasm out of her. Her pussy squeezed Korbin’s cock inside her, making her climax feel that much sweeter. As she tried to catch her breath she glanced down and saw Korbin’s playful smile.

  “I think she needs another one,” he suggested.

  “Right,” Rhys said, his hand never slowing despite her protests that she didn’t think she could.

  The men knew better, apparently. After a few minutes she stopped thinking she couldn’t and realized that, yes, with Korbin’s cock perfectly hitting all the right places inside her cunt, she was about to come again.

  When she felt her muscles squeezing him again as the orgasm started, he grabbed her hips and started thrusting, hard, up into her. Each time he bottomed out inside her she let out another soft moan at how good it felt, how right it felt.

  And the release kept rolling on and on, never quite stopping as he continued fucking her.

  “Come on, baby,” he grunted. “One more for us.”

  She had to hook an arm behind her, around Rhys’ neck, to keep from limply collapsing on top of Korbin as her body responded to his commands and his tone. She let out a cry and quit fighting her body as they wrung pleasure out of every nerve ending she had.

  Only when he felt her start did he let out a moan of his own. Inside her, his cock hardened and swelled before he emptied his balls inside the condom.

  Winded, she limply lay in Rhys’ arms, letting him hold her up while she caught her breath. Korbin carefully wiggled out from under her and disappeared into the bathroom.

  Rhys slowly lowered her to the bed, on her stomach, and feathered his lips across her shoulders and down her spine. She lay there, floating in a blissful world filled with the echoes of the orgasms she’d just had when she caught his sharp intake of breath as he reached her right thigh.

  “Love, what happened?”
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  Like a shot, she rolled onto her side and drew her legs up tight into a ball, hiding her scars from him. “Nothing,” she said, trying to bite back the scream that wanted to escape her.

  * * * *

  The sight of the twisted scar nearly broke his heart. He’d never seen her wear anything but jeans before, had never seen her scars, but he guessed it was the wound she’d suffered that had ended her career in the army.

  He also wouldn’t be denied. His firm hands rolled her onto her stomach again, undeterred. He kept one hand firmly pressing into the small of her back to keep her lying there where he wanted while he caressed the back of her thigh with the other despite how her body tensed, his fingers tracing the twisted, puckered lines she knew by heart.

  “Is that what happened to you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please don’t look at it.”

  “I’ll do more than look at you, love,” he responded, his voice choked with emotion.

  He lowered his lips to her flesh and traced them over her scars, slowly, lovingly. He ignored the sound of Korbin returning from the bathroom and continued his southerly sojourn down her leg. Only when he finally felt some of the tense, rigid fear leave her body did he remove the hand from her back. Instead, he held her leg with both hands, slowly working his lips and tongue up and down her thigh, waiting her out, patiently coaxing her to trust him.

  Korbin shared a quick glance with him and bent to kiss her back, the two of them loving every inch of her backside until she finally relaxed again.

  Rhys sat up and nipped her ass cheeks. “Never hide an inch of yourself from us, love,” he whispered. “We want to know all of you. Every beautiful bit of flesh on your exquisite body.”

  He slipped a hand between her legs, smiling as her thighs spread before him.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, enjoying the way her body seemed to suck his two fingers into her wet and ready cunt.

  He reached over and grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on before urging her up onto her hands and knees. “I want to take you like this, while Korbin gives you a little oral assist.”

  * * * *

  Her horror over him finding her scars faded with every moment he spent loving them, loving her, easing her fears until, finally, the two men had her body yearning for another orgasm.

  When she got to her hands and knees, Korbin slid under her, his tongue unerringly finding her clit.

  And his cock, still limp, lay perfectly under her mouth.

  She nuzzled at it until she got it sucked between her lips, pleased when it slowly started to respond to her.

  “Good girl,” Rhys said again. Under normal circumstances she knew she’d be tempted to punch someone for saying that to her.

  But now, tonight, right here, it unlocked something deep inside her she’d never felt before.

  She arched her back a little to give Rhys a better angle. She felt him rub the head of his cock up and down through her lips, gathering her juices on it before centering on her cunt. Then his fingers clamped down on her hips and slowly, almost an agony, he slid his entire length home inside her pussy until she felt his thighs pressing against the backs of hers.

  Korbin’s cock in her mouth muffled the sound of the moan she made at the wonderful sensation of him bottoming out inside her.

  “Yes, you like that, don’t you?” Rhys asked with a playful tone. “I gather you’re going to love what I’m about to do next.”

  He slowly withdrew, until just the head of his cock was still buried inside her cunt. Then he thrust, hard and fast, slamming into her.

  Korbin sucked on her clit and she screamed at the climax that ripped through her, deep-throating his cock while her muscles seemingly deserted her.

  “Yes, just like that, love.” He teased her, coaxed her, fucked her like that with Korbin’s skillful mouth contributing to two more debilitating orgasms that made her wonder if she was going to collapse and suffocate poor Korbin.

  She wasn’t sure she could take much more when Rhys sped up the pace, fucking her hard and fast and deep. It was Korbin who came next, filling her mouth again with his cum as she moaned through another orgasm.

  “There…you…go!” Rhys buried his cock one last time deep inside her, throbbing and filling the condom as he came. He sat there, winded and panting for a moment before finally withdrawing.

  Korbin had to help her roll off him. She could barely breathe, much less move by herself on legs that now felt like jelly. By the time Rhys had returned from cleaning up in the bathroom, she was curled up in Korbin’s arms and crashing toward sleep.

  Rhys smiled down at her. “Knackered, love?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He turned off the lights and made his way into the bed on her other side. “Then go to sleep and know that’s just a preview of some of the many, many things we’ve fantasized about doing to you.”

  She didn’t have time to ponder his words before exhaustion and the effects of the wine pulled her into darkness.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Manny felt a dull ache in her head and a fuzzy, odd taste in her mouth when she awoke the next morning. Without opening her eyes, she tried to roll over and found she couldn’t.

  That’s when her eyes popped open and she bit her tongue in an effort not to let out a startled cry.

  Rhys lay soundly sleeping next to her, rolled onto his left side and facing her.

  That means…

  She carefully reached behind her with her left hand and realized that, yes, the warm, firm mass laying behind her was Korbin-shaped.

  Crap crap crap crap crap!

  Panic building inside her, she slowly sat up and worked her way down the bed, freeing herself from between the two men.

  As she stood at the foot of the bed and stared at them she realized yes, the wine had done holy wonders. Places of her ached in pleasant ways, in ways they hadn’t ached in…

  Ever, truth be told.

  She ran a hand through her tousled hair. Actually, digging right down through the bone of truth to the marrow, last night had been the singularly best night of sex in her life. The men had surprised her in ways she’d never dreamed possible.

  She suspected maybe they’d surprised themselves, too, based on their reactions.

  What am I going to do?

  She was supposed to be protecting them, taking care of them. Keeping an eye on them and figuring out what the hell was going on.

  Not…this.

  What the hell is this, anyway?

  She stumbled for the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her before turning on the light and staring at herself in the mirror.

  She looked like…

  Well, I looked like I got thoroughly reamed by two great hunks last night.

  She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the nervous, nearly hysterical peal of laughter that tried to burp free over that thought.

  Her cell phone lay charging on the counter. Grabbing it, she looked at the time and realized they were going to be late to work. No time to ponder the implications. That would have to wait until later.

  She used the toilet as she impatiently waited for the shower to get hot. When she climbed in, she resisted the urge to mutter to herself as she stood there under the stinging spray. How stupid she was for letting herself lose control like that. For putting the men at risk.

  Or for putting my heart at risk.

  It wouldn’t—couldn’t—end well. It never did for her in matters of the heart. Either they left…

  Or they died.

  The stinging in her eyes caught her by surprise at first. She pressed her forehead against the cool tile wall and let the tears flow as she cried, for herself, for Andy, for being a fucking stupid moron.

  She didn’t even realize it at first when the shower curtain moved, until Rhys stuck his head inside and spotted her standing there. Without a word he joined her, not asking if she wanted him there. He pulled her to him and held her until all the resistance left her body and she
let him console her.

  “Was it us?” he softly asked once her sobs had quieted. “Did we hurt you?”

  She shook her head, leaning back a little as she laughed. “No. It was great. You both were fantastic.”

  He palmed her cheeks and kissed her, the same passion flowing between them as it had the night before, only this time with morning breath instead of wine.

  “We are not in this for just a fling,” he said, those sweet brown eyes of his cutting through every last one of her excuses. “If you’ll have us, then you do have us. Believe me, we have no desire to let you go.” He playfully smiled. “Never tempt two brains to devise a way to keep a beautiful lady in their clutches. We’ll get sneaky if we have to.”

  She draped her arms around his neck. “Sneaky?”

  “Absolutely.” He nibbled the side of her neck and she let out a soft gasp as need once again flared inside her. “We’ll keep you so well loved you won’t have time to think about getting away from us. Not to mention well fucked. And then there’s always mind control when all else fails.” He grinned, making her laugh again.

  “Mind control, huh?”

  He shrugged. “I’m sure one of us is smart enough to invent something.”

  “I’m pretty damn broken,” she whispered.

  The way he tilted his head as he looked at her swept something free inside her soul. “Love,” he said, “if you haven’t noticed, they haven’t exactly exiled the two of us blokes from the Island of Misfit Toys. We’ll all just have to be broken together, now, won’t we?”

  The last tether holding her heart back shredded as she felt herself sliding down the incline straight into love.

  Straight into his arms.

  She kissed him, hard, pressing against him until she’d backed him up to the wall.

  “It’s not fair starting without me,” Korbin groused from outside the shower.

  “Then get your bloody arse in here,” Rhys shot back, never taking his gaze off her.

  The shower curtain opened at the back end. When Korbin saw them standing there, he snapped it closed again, immediately climbing in from the front to stand behind her.