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“Good. So tell me, how do you feel about her?”

“I love her.”

“And me?”

“You’re my family. We’re a family.”

“So we’re on the same page. Now we just have to get her
there with us.” Ben smiled as the tension faded from him. With Dixie on his
side, they could do this. They could win the elusive Dr. Colt.

Lisa put Nate in his crib and then sat down in a nearby
chair to sing him to sleep. She’d started the routine with his birth and she
refused to give it up now just because the universe had decided to shake her
life up a bit. This time, this quiet ten minutes of the day, was one of her
favorites. She didn’t get to spend enough time with her son during the day. But
this time belonged to them.

The song had been one that her mother had sung to her and,
most likely, one her grandmother had sung to her mom. Its melody soothing and
its words comforting, it made her feel connected to the universe and it made
her remember the safety of being in her mother’s arms. She wished she could go
back to that time.

With the end of the song, however, she realized the
pointless nature of the wish. Her childhood had been over for a long time. She
was an adult and needed to think like one. First, Ben had been correct. She had
nothing to lose by trying to help those poor souls in the chambers. Yes, she’d
been studying them over the last week. But it embarrassed her to admit that
she’d been studying what had been done to them instead of how to help them. As
soon as she went back to work in the morning she’d change things. She’d find a
cure for them just as she’d found a cure for the super-soldiers. She would fix
this—somehow.

Nate had drifted off to sleep. The quiet stillness of the
room told her that. And he tended to be a sound sleeper so he would most likely
be out for the night. That meant it was time for her to go find her men. She
smiled at the thought. She really liked thinking of them as her men.

She walked through the front room and the kitchen before she
heard the sound of them talking in the bathroom. It looked as if it was sponge
bath time. Her smile grew as she walked faster. The only thing better than
seeing her lovely men naked was watching them react as she traced every inch of
their bodies with a damp, soft cloth. Of course, some inches she liked watching
even more than others.

She giggled as she entered the bathroom but then stopped and
stared at the scene in front of her in confusion. Both men were completely
dressed. One of them should be naked and waiting patiently for her. It was how
their routine went. “Okay, who am I starting with this evening?” She winked
brazenly at them to give the comment the proper double entendre feel.

When her men smiled back at her, the hair on her arms stood
on end. They were up to something. And, judging by the predatory gleam in their
eyes, it involved her. She looked forward to whatever they had in mind, but she
still wished she’d had a little warning. Having two lovers sometimes required a
moment or two of mental preparation. “Whatcha planning?”

Ben held out his hand to her. Which meant she wouldn’t be
getting any answers from him. Either she trusted them and just went with it or
she left the room. There really wasn’t any question as to how she planned to
respond. Without even missing a beat, she took his hand.

“You’re going to enjoy it. I promise.” He winked at her as
he started unbuttoning her shirt. Dixie moved behind her and then slipped the
blouse over her shoulders and let it slide to the floor as soon as Ben had it
undone. After her blouse settled around her feet, Dixie kissed her shoulder. “I
love that you never wear a bra.” His breath warmed and tickled her shoulder as
he spoke.

She wished she had satin and lace to wear under her clothes—lingerie
to drive the men crazy. But, circumstances being what they were, she’d decided
going without a bra was better than wearing the utilitarian ones the Coalition
had to offer. “Don’t really need one in the lab. Not when my lab jacket is on,
at least.”

Dixie’s teeth scraped against her earlobe, making her skin
break out in goose bumps. “I find it unbelievable sexy that these luscious
breasts are free all day.”

She wanted to laugh at the image but as she leaned back on
Dixie, Ben took a step closer to her and caged her body between the men. “You
do?” She could barely get the question out. Having them both so close to her,
their heat enveloping her, she had a hard time concentrating. She grabbed
Dixie’s thigh just to give herself something solid to anchor herself to. And
boy was it solid.

“I do.” The stubble on Dixie’s chin rubbed against her
throat as he talked. “Every time I imagine you at work, I picture these perfect
nipples showing through your clothes.” As if understanding him, her nipples
hardened and began to ache to be caressed. He ran his hands down her sides,
though. The calloused tips of his fingers added just enough friction to make
the touch sensual instead of it tickling her. She closed her eyes to savor the
feel of his touch, but he stopped at the waistband of her slacks.

She moaned in disappointment and wiggled her hips. As her
ass brushed against his cock, she felt how hard he was under his cargo pants.
She tried to move her hand so she could unbutton them, but he stopped her. “Not
this time. Tonight you’re getting the sponge bath.”

“But I need to feel you. Run my fingers along your stiff
cock. Lick the pre-come off the head.”

“Damn, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”

She startled as she realized she’d said the words out loud.
But her surprise only lasted a moment. As soon as Ben undid the button on her
slacks she was thrown back into the tempest of her desire. He slid the zipper
down slowly, his fingers teasing her skin as his hand moved with the fastener.
“Maybe we could convince her to go without underwear altogether.” He slid a
fingertip under the band of her panties and her pussy clenched with
anticipation and need.

She opened her eyes and smiled brazenly up at him. “I will
if you do.” Fine. If Dixie refused to allow her to play, she’d happily focus
her attention on Ben. “What are you wearing under your cargos?”

He chuckled but brushed her hands away when she went to
unbutton his pants. “Relax and enjoy.”

“I would enjoy this a lot more if you guys would let me
play.” Her voice sounded petulant but that’s how she felt so it worked. At
least, it worked for her.

“Are you pouting?” Ben asked as he pushed her pants and
underwear down over her hips. He then looked up over her shoulder at Dixie. “I
think she’s pouting.” He knelt down in front of her so he could finish taking
her clothes off.

“I think you’re right.” Dixie cupped her breast as he kissed
her neck. “Don’t let her get to you, though. She’s hoping if she whines enough
we’ll put something in that delectable mouth of hers to keep her quiet.”

Her jaw dropped as she realized what was going on. “You two
are ganging up on me.”

Ben looked up at her and winked. “She makes that sound like
a bad thing.” He kissed her thigh as Dixie nibbled on her shoulder and kneaded
her breast. Dixie’s other hand slid down her back until he reached her ass. His
gentle squeeze of her backside made her gasp and her head swim. She couldn’t
deal with so many hands and mouths caressing her body at the same time. The
sensations overwhelmed her and her knees buckled. It would’ve been a disaster
had Dixie not been there to catch her weight. Instead he simply transferred her
to the stool she used to give the boys their sponge baths.

Once she was settled on the seat, Dixie grabbed a sudsy
washcloth out of the sink and handed it to Ben before grabbing another for
himself. “We thought it was high time someone gave you a proper sponge bath.”

How could she argue with that? Especially when Dixie ran his
warm cloth down her back as Ben ran his over her upper thigh. Every inch of her
body tingled. The water was warm as the cloth glided over her but as they moved
on to the next inch of skin, the water cooled until even the lightest draft in
the room caused her overly sensitive skin to break out in goose bumps. The
sensation intensified her need until she had to close her eyes and grip onto
the edge of the stool to keep from jumping onto Ben’s lap and insisting he take
her now.

It turned out that closing her eyes had been a
miscalculation, however. With them shut, she couldn’t anticipate what was about
to happen. And she really could’ve used the warning when Ben ran his tongue
through the lips of her pussy. The shock nearly made her topple off the stool.
Thankfully, with Dixie supporting her back, she managed to stay upright. She
moaned softly as she spread her legs even wider for him. Dixie allowed her to
lean back against his chest as he dragged his washcloth over her breast.

The men’s caresses and kisses combined with the slightly
rough texture of the washcloths until every inch of her body heated with
desire. She ran her hand up Dixie’s leg until she could cup his ass. Damn, the
man had a nice ass. But it didn’t appear that Ben appreciated the extra
attention she’d given Dixie as he chose that moment to decide to step up his
game. A choppy whimper escaped her as Ben pressed his tongue to her clit.

“Oh god.” Her words were strained and her heart beat
frantically but she embraced the intense sensations. Moving one hand to Ben’s
head, she wove her fingers through his short hair and began dragging her nails
along his scalp in encouragement. Not one to be outdone, Dixie put his
washcloth back into the sink and then began massaging her breasts. His calluses
might have been sensuous when sliding over her sides but they became downright
wicked when rolling and pulling on her nipples. Her climax built within her,
making her muscles strain and her breath hitch in her throat. But the men
wouldn’t let her crest. They kept their caresses and touches firm enough to
keep her on the edge but too gentle to push her over. “You are evil, evil men.
Playing with me like this.”

Ben stood and looked over at Dixie. “What do you say, Dixie?
Should we show her just how good evil feels when done correctly?”

She couldn’t see Dixie’s face but she felt his full-bodied
laughter as he shook against her. “Sounds good to me.”

Before she knew what to expect she found herself hoisted
over Ben’s shoulder, her bare ass waving in the air, as he carried her back
into their bedroom. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shrieking at the
sudden change in perspective. As much as she wanted to yell, the wall that
separated their room from Nate’s was thin and she really needed Nate to stay
asleep right now. Things had just gone from torturous to enticing.

The bed bounced invitingly as she landed on her back on top
of the covers. “So you admit you’re evil?” She couldn’t stop her giggle as she
asked the question.

“We’re beyond salvation, sweetheart,” Ben said with a wink.

“That’s good to hear. I was starting to worry this might be
anticlimactic.”

Ben’s jaw dropped in apparent shock. “Really?
Anticlimactic?”

Dixie didn’t seem as surprised, though, as he shook his head
at her. “Darling, you’re asking for it.”

She looked up, her gaze catching Dixie’s. She noted the
dangerous glint in his eyes, almost as if he were daring her. And, before she
could stop herself, she said the one thing she knew would broker no mercy. “By
all means, let me have it.”

Dixie nodded at her and then turned to Ben. “Let’s give the
woman what she wants.”

As both men undressed, Lisa felt a momentary twinge of
nervousness. What spell of wantonness had caused her to antagonize men like
Dixie and Ben? But, more importantly, what exactly had she just asked for? She
sat up and pulled her legs under her as she tried to formulate some way to take
back the challenge she’d just issued. But as they joined her on the bed, all
ideas of backing out fled.

Ben sat behind her and Dixie in front of her this time. She
leaned forward and kissed Dixie deeply before she could lose her nerve. Dixie
pulled her with him as he lay down so she was lying on top of him. “You sure
you’re ready for this?”

How could she be? She had no idea what they planned. But as
she looked into Dixie’s eyes and saw sincere concern, certainty filled her.
“I’m sure.”

“Get the condoms out of the drawer.”

She pulled a couple of condoms out of the drawer and then
gave one to each of the men. They both took one, but Dixie immediately put his
on top of the bedside table.

“And one other thing.” This time he placed his hand in the
drawer and pulled out a small tube she hadn’t seen before. With a flick of his
wrist, he gently tossed the tube to Ben.

The condom wrapper crinkled behind her as Ben opened his,
but Dixie had pulled her into a full kiss, making it impossible for her to look
back at Ben to see what he was doing. Dixie lay flat on his back on the bed and
she straddled his glorious erection, wanting nothing more than for him to fill
her. But he didn’t. He didn’t even retrieve his condom package from the bedside
table. When she fidgeted on him restlessly, he ran his hand down her back in a
comforting manner. “You trust us?” he asked after breaking their kiss.

“Absolutely.” And she did. The depth of her trust would
probably scare her if she weren’t so damn turned-on at the moment.

“Then relax.” He pulled her back down to him as he kissed
her again.

Ben ran his hands down her back until his palms cupped her
ass as Dixie began to massage her breasts again. Both men seemed in agreement
to drive her insane with lust. But trapped between them, there was nothing she
could really do about it. Ben kneaded her ass cheeks for a few minutes before
he slid one finger down the length of her crack. The touch startled her but a
tug on her nipple from Dixie made her desire ramp up to the point she relaxed
into the caress. Ben continued to play with her ass and gently tease her anus
until she got the general idea of what was about to happen. And as she
remembered the feel of Dixie’s fingers in her ass as his cock filled her pussy,
she had to admit, she was looking forward to it. But then Ben’s hands
disappeared and she was filled with disappointment.