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Suddenly, Tyler took a glass from her hand and set it back in the

sink. He dried his hand absently on the towel before cupping the side of her face. She wanted to protest, to ask what he was doing, but her breath caught in her throat. He was too close.

He leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of opportunity to

back away. She closed her eyes and let him come to her. When their

lips met, she felt a tingling sensation that she had long ago forgotten existed. His kiss was sweet and gentle, asking, not demanding. A

woman could get lost in a kiss like that.

Gage cleared his throat across the room, and Sara jumped away

from Tyler, sending the dish water still on her hands across the

counter and over the floor. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I

shouldn’t have—”

“Whoa, take it easy. It’s okay,” Tyler said. But she wasn’t looking

at Tyler. She was apologizing to Gage.

She had kissed his lover! What was she thinking?

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Well, okay. Tyler kissed me first…but still.

“Sara, I think we should explain something to you,” Gage said

softly. There was neither anger nor disappointment in his voice. “Will you sit in the living room with me for a minute?”

Why wasn’t he freaking out? He had just watched his lover kiss

another person, a woman even, and he was reacting so calmly. There

wasn’t even a hint of jealousy in his icy blue eyes. If anything, he

looked oddly aroused.

Sara swallowed thickly and followed him into the living room.

Gage sat down on the couch with Tyler beside him. Sara perched on

the loveseat across from them, trying to keep her distance.

Tyler leaned over the coffee table and handed her the towel.

“You’re allowed to dry your hands.” She almost laughed. It seemed

like such an absurd thing to say at the moment.

She took the rag and waited uncomfortably while the two men

shared a few whispered words.

“Tyler and I have been together for more than five years,” Gage

began. “We do everything together, and we share everything.” Tyler

put his hand on Gage’s knee in a reassuring gesture.

“For the most part,” he continued, “we only see each other. We

are in love and undoubtedly committed to each other.”

Sara made a move to interrupt him, but he held up his hand,

effectively silencing her. “Please let me finish.”

“Okay,” she said softly, sitting back and trying to listen.

“Both Tyler and I enjoy women. We are bisexual, not gay. We are

especially fond of sharing a woman, when an appropriate opportunity

arises. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, we’ve found it to be extremely satisfying for everyone involved.”

“I’m not sure that I understand,” Sara murmured.

“I’ll make it easy for you, honey,” Tyler interjected. “We want

you. We
both
want you.”

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Sara’s eyes went wide. Her mind raced with the possible

implications of such a relationship. There was so much that she

wanted to ask, but the words just wouldn’t come to her.

These were good men, everyone said so, and they had been

nothing but kind to her, but both of them wanting her? It seemed so

perverse, even with the unmistakable arousal building in her core at

the mere mention of it.

Tyler slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to sit

beside her. He pulled her into his arms. Sara tensed a little but did not protest. Her mind filled with images from the last two days. She

remembered how hot it had been watching them kiss and listening to

them make love. It seemed so dirty, so forbidden. And now, they

wanted her. Both of them.
Together.

“I’m sorry if I rushed you,” Tyler whispered to her. “You are just

so beautiful and so sweet; I couldn’t help myself. We were up half the night the last two nights fantasizing about what it would be like to have your soft body between us. I couldn’t stay away from you for

one second longer.”

Sara felt a rush of heat pool between her legs. They were thinking

about her while they touched each other? Knowing that, she didn’t

feel quite as guilty about listening in from across the hall.

It had been so long since a man had desired her. Recognizing that

she was wanted made her feel distinctly feminine and attractive. After months of Jeremy’s negative comments about her body and her lack

of sex appeal, it was a boost to her hurting self-confidence.

She wanted them, too, she realized. She would only be here for a

couple of days at the very most while she collected her things and

prepared to leave. Why not take what they were offering? No one had

to know. She could enjoy their company for a day or two and then

never look back.

When she didn’t respond, Tyler continued. “I know that you’re

still bruised and sore. That and your asshole ex-boyfriend are the only things that kept me from sneaking into your room last night and

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hauling you back into ours. I would have asked you out a long time

ago if you hadn’t been so quick to run away from me in town.”

Sara’s eyes flicked from Tyler to Gage. It wasn’t as hard for her to

believe that Tyler wanted her. He was a terrible flirt, and always had been in their previous encounters, but Gage didn’t seem the type for

causal sexual. Would he be okay with a brief tryst before she made a

break for the state line?

“Do you understand now why I asked you to stay?” Gage asked.

“We want you here. We want you to stay here, in our house, in our

bed, with us, for as long as you want.”

Sara met his steady gaze with a sense of wonder. He wanted her to

stay, to be with them, if only for a day or two.

Before she could respond, Tyler joined his plea. “Oh yes. You

can’t leave us. You have to stay. You’ll be safe here, and I promise

you, we’ll spoil you rotten. Please, honey. Give us a chance to show

you how good it can be.”

The next few minutes passed in a blur for Sara. Tyler took the

dishtowel from her hand and tossed it aside. He leaned into her

swiftly, joining their lips, and she lost herself in his embrace. When he kissed her, it was like everything else disappeared. He was all she could comprehend. His lips and tongue were gentle but insistent as he deepened the kiss and slowly explored her mouth.

She tangled her fingers in his hair like she had wanted to do from

the moment she first saw his unruly locks. He moaned in appreciation

and pulled her farther into his lap. She felt the firm bulge of his

erection against her thigh, and she fought the urge to rub against him like a cat in heat.

She jumped when Gage suddenly put his hands on her waist from

behind. She hadn’t heard him approach. He was amazingly quiet on

his feet for someone so big. The couch sank down as he shifted his

weight onto it, pressing her between them.

Was she really brave enough to do this? Could she let go of her

conservative, small-town upbringing and give into the overwhelming

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desire that she felt? It seemed unlikely that she’d ever have the

opportunity to act on these yearnings again.

“Shhh, honey,” Tyler soothed. “Let him touch you. Gage has

amazing hands. He’s going to make you feel incredible. Do you trust

us?”

Sara arched her back as she felt the soft pressure of Gage’s lips on

the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. He sucked gently at her pulse point, and she felt a strong wave of lust

overtake her.

Oh yes. She could do this. For one day she could put aside

everything else and give in to the distraction that they were so

generously offering.

“Yes,” she moaned softly. “I trust you. I want you. Oh, please

don’t stop.”

Gage’s thick fingers fisted in the oversized T-shirt that she still

wore from the night before. He tugged it free from between their

bodies and pulled it over her head.

“Oh fuck,” Tyler moaned. “Look at those gorgeous tits.”

Gage chuckled against her back, his lips returning to her neck as

Tyler cupped her breasts carefully in his hands.

“Tyler is definitely a breast man,” Gage said.

“What are you?” she asked, if only to keep the silence from

falling. She could barely think.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He chuckled. “I’m an ass man.” In one fluid

motion, he pulled back on Sara’s hips so that her ass was planted

firmly on his lap with her back flush against his muscled chest. “And yours is fucking fantastic.”

Gage’s hands moved up to join Tyler’s, the rough calluses

scraping the soft flesh at her belly and sending fire straight to her core. Working in tandem, as if they’d rehearsed it, one set of hands

replaced the other. Gage held her from behind, lifting her breasts in offering to the other man. His fingers closed around her delicate

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nipples, and she cried out as the slight pain radiated from the tips of her breasts all the way down to her aching clit.

Tyler moved to his knees, leaning over her as she reclined against

Gage. He kissed her lips first, swallowing her cries as Gage continued to tug at her nipples. Already hardened to pebbles, her nipples burned in a way that she’d never felt before. When Tyler lowered his mouth

to them, Sara was sure that she would orgasm on the spot.

Her whole body was on fire.

Sara had never before experienced an orgasm that she didn’t give

herself. Jeremy had always told her that she was broken, defective,

frigid—but she felt whole and alive under Tyler’s care.

More. She needed more.

Naked except for the thin pair of borrowed boxer shorts, Sara

could feel the rough weave of Gage’s jeans under her bottom. She

rocked her hips and squirmed wantonly in his lap as Tyler licked and

sucked at her breasts. She spread her legs, fighting to find an angle that would give her the friction that she so desperately needed.

Gage groaned before nipping her shoulder at the sensitive point

where it met her neck. “Fuck, baby, don’t squirm like that or I won’t be able to help myself. I’ll drop my jeans and sink my cock into your hot pussy.”

She squirmed even harder as Tyler gently bit down on her nipple.

Gage shifted her, moving her around as if she weighed nothing at all, until her legs were on either side of his hips. Her soaked pussy was

pressed directly on top of his rock hard erection. With his hands

firmly holding her hips in place, he thrust up against her. She bucked her hips back against him, another surge of pleasure wracking her

body.

Tyler squeezed her breasts together and ran his tongue into the

valley between them. Fisting her hands into the hair at the back of his neck, she struggled to keep her balance as she pressed her tits into his face and rubbed herself against Gage’s cock. Never had she felt so

wanton. It was filthy and delicious at the same time.

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“You are so responsive,” Tyler whispered. “I love the sounds you

make.”

She cried out again as he twisted her nipple hard between his

fingers. His gentle tongue lapped at the same spot a moment later,

soothing away the pain and arousing her to an almost uncomfortable

level.

Gage’s hand traveled once again across the flat plane of her

stomach, this time dipping just below the elastic waistband of her

shorts.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked before brushing the tips of his

fingers over her swollen clit.

Her whole body jerked in response. “Oh God, yes!”

Gage chuckled, his broad chest bouncing against her back.

“You’re right, Ty. She is incredibly responsive. I can’t wait to hear what she sounds like when I’m buried balls deep in her cunt.”

She gasped and threw her head back as he brought his thumb and

index finger together around her clit, pinching her gently. She came

instantly, a swarm of colors clouding her vision as the tidal wave

crashed over her. She rode it out, engulfed by their strong arms, with their lips on either side of her neck.

Pressed between them, she was wrapped in a cocoon of pure heat

and arousal. Her body shuddered, out of her control. She was like

putty in their hands, and their hands were everywhere. They lifted her to stand between them, Gage supporting her, as Tyler pulled her

shorts down her wobbly legs. His eyes swept over her curves, the look of desire unmistakable. No one had ever looked at her that way

before.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Gage said, picking her up easily.

Tyler shed his clothes as he walked, dropping everything just

inside the bedroom door. When Gage set her down on the bed, she

was able to trail her eyes over Tyler’s incredible form. He was

perfection. His slender body was graceful and strong, like a jungle

cat.

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They are the hottest men I have ever seen.

Tyler caught her staring and smirked at her. “See something you

like?”

“Absolutely.” She sighed. “I want to touch you.” A blush

reddened her cheeks when she realized how desperate she sounded.

She needed him, both of them, so badly. What had happened to her?

She’d gone from being indifferent to sex to practically begging for it.

These men had a power over her body that she could barely