I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but the clock on Deke’s nightstand tells me it’s after four when I awaken. I’m surrounded by hard, hot, tattooed flesh, sexy and cuddly and breathing peacefully, both twins’ chests rising and falling uniformly.

They don’t even snore. Could they be any better?

I reposition myself as best I can without disturbing them and am ready to curl up for several more hours’ sleep when I realize with a start that it’s Friday, and I have to work in less than four hours.

I don’t want to disturb them, but my options are limited. My vehicle is at Wheels, where they promised to return me. I could call a cab, but sneaking out, even if I’m doing it to be thoughtful and avoid waking them, would be a shitty thing to do.

Deke’s shoulder is easier to reach, so I give it a gentle nudge, to no effect. “Deke,” I whisper. I jostle his arm until I see it start to have an effect on him. “Deke, I need to go,” I repeat, next to his ear.

Without moving an eyelid, he reaches for my hand, takes it in his, and runs it over his sexy happy trail and down to his soft, but still impressive cock. It turns out his cock is much easier to wake up than he is.

“Mmmm,” he murmurs, still mostly asleep as he moves my hand up and down over his quickly growing erection. Despite my work concerns, and its recent complete exhaustion, my pussy wakes up, too.

“Ready for more, darlin’?” He rolls on his side toward me and throws an arm over my midsection, pulling me closer. His voice is quiet and rough, and gets me revved up just as much as his impressive morning riser.

A one-night stand could include morning sex, too, right?

But work! “I need to get back to my car,” I whisper. “I have work today.”

I never miss work. Though I have to admit, lately, it’s not as satisfying as it used to be, I’m not the type to shirk my responsibilities, whatever they might be.

He pulls me on top of him then, and my traitorous body responds like it’s home. My arms go around him, my face nuzzles into his neck, and the rest of me conforms to all his rough, ragged edges like I’m a puzzle piece meant to fit there.

“I saw you walking last night like your legs didn’t work right, babe.” His big palms cup my ass and pull me closer still; his cock twitches under my belly. “Doctor prescribes bed rest. Well, the bed part, anyway.”

He spreads my ass cheeks and the wetness I feel between my legs distracts me from my mission. When he nips at my earlobe and tugs it between his soft lips, I’m a goner.

While Deke is still cupping my ass, the bed shifts and a second set of hands runs up the backs of my thighs. Jake is up.

As if through a thick fog, I try to envision my work calendar. I don’t think I have any meetings today. No major deadlines. Nothing that can’t wait until Monday. I think. If I’m even considering calling off work — always responsible, ultra-conscientious me — then maybe Deke is right. Maybe I’m sick. Maybe I need to stay in bed.

“I have to call,” I manage to say. Jake obligingly rolls away from me, returning moments later with my purse in his hand. Digging through it, I pull out my cell and leave a message for my supervisor.

Fortunately, I sound like hell. My voice is thick and croaky, and my lack of sleep lends a convincing note of fatigue to my message. I don’t really feel guilty about it — I never take off work — but I feel guilty that I’m not feeling guilty.

I can’t believe I’m actually missing work to have sex. Even though it is, by far, the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had in my life.

Jake told me I’d be getting special treatment last night, and he wasn’t lying. I’ve never been so attended to or felt so taken care of. I’ve never had so many orgasms. Ever. Like if you added up all of my orgasms prior to last night, I’m pretty sure I topped that total with Deke and Jake.

Unlike so many men, they didn’t even seem particularly concerned about their own pleasure. They took me over the top again and again, and anytime I tried to reach for them to give them some of the treatment they were giving me, one or both of them stopped me and had me coming again in seconds flat. It’s mind-blowing.

Jake takes my cell back, tucks it in my purse, and tosses that onto the floor. When he turns back to me, his hand finds my ass and gives it a squeeze. “Ready for round two?”

“Two?” I almost squeak. “More like round fifty.”

They chuckle in unison, their deep voices tickling me right between my legs. “You can handle it,” Deke says. And goodness knows I want to.

“You need to let me take care of you, too,” I tell them.

Deke’s eyes twinkle. “Darlin’, did you get the impression we’re not thoroughly enjoying ourselves?”

“Because if you did,” Jake says in my ear, “we need to rectify that.” He tugs me down Deke’s body a little, until my clit is positioned over his brother’s hard cock. “Rub yourself on that, sugar, while I take you.”

With that, he climbs up behind me, reaching between my legs to test my readiness. “Already slippery,” he says with satisfaction. “Damn, you’re amazing.”

I hear the crinkle of foil, and then Jake’s cock finds my entrance and surges inside. “Ohh, fuck,” I moan. How did I ever think two men were more trouble than they were worth? Right now … this moment? This is worth anything.

My hips move in response to his thrusts, and every time, it rubs my clit against Deke’s hard cock. Being between them like this, feeling both of them against me — I can’t hold on. My body is overloading with sensation.

“I’m gonna come!” I cry.

“Do it,” Jake orders. The command in his voice electrifies me. “Come for us.”

And I do, my toes curling and then pointing out straight while every nerve ending in my body lights up. Jake doesn’t even slow down — in fact, he fucks me harder — and I haven’t even finished coming before it’s building again.

Deke’s hands are clamped on my hips, holding me against him, making sure my clit stays in contact with his cock. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black. The look in them makes me clench even tighter around his brother.

“Again,” Jake demands. “Come hard for me, sugar.”

Deke tweaks my nipple, and my climax shreds me with white-hot claws. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”

As soon as I vise around him, Jake follows me over the edge, both of us shuddering together. It might be the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

I don’t get much chance to appreciate it, though. As soon as we come down, Deke gives some kind of signal to his brother, and we roll over — all three of us — until Jake is on the bottom and Deke is on top. Jake’s cock is nestled in the cleft of my ass, like his brother’s was the first time.

Deke’s eyes are gleaming. “Tell me something, darlin’.”

“What?”

“Is it always like this for you?”

“Like what?” But I know what he means.

His eyes narrow, like he knows I know and he doesn’t appreciate the evasion. “The way you respond to us. You get this hot for everyone?”

I want to lie. But I can’t do that, can’t sully what we’re giving each other with less than the truth. “No. It’s never been like this. With anyone.”

“Good,” he says softly, and a shiver runs up my spine. It feels like a premonition — of what, I don’t know. “One more question.”

“Okay,” I say cautiously.

“Anyone ever fuck your pretty ass?”

My eyes get big. “No,” I breathe.

Beneath me, Jake’s body goes solid. Deke gets a look in his eyes that melts my bones. “Well then. Maybe you’ll do us that honor.”

If I was going to let anyone do that, it would be these men. “Maybe,” I say softly, and I know it sounds like yes.

Jake’s fingers trace the creases where my legs meet my body, and my nipples go hard. “Just think about it, sugar.”

I’ve never asked Megan or Zoe for those kinds of details, but I’ve wondered. Does Megan take both her men at once? Did Zoe, that night she had with her now bodyguards?

From any other guy I’ve ever known, that suggestion would get a great big “Hell no” — but the Abbott brothers aren’t like other men. And curiosity is a powerful force, especially since everything they’ve done to me so far has been a pleasure bonanza.

Jake puts his arms around me and plays with my hard nipples as Deke reaches for the last packet on his bedside table.

As I'm wrapped in his brother’s embrace, Deke dips the thick head of his cock in my juices, then slides home in one smooth push.

My head falls back against Jake as I surrender to the heat and strength of their bodies — above me, below me, inside me.

In contrast to our previous sessions, Deke fucks me slowly. Slow, but not lazy. More like he's savoring every stroke, and I savor them, too.

I focus on his breathing, the cords in his neck, and how the designs on his body move as he does. I breath in the scent of these two gorgeous twins and marvel at how my body, so different from theirs, fits between them so perfectly.

Then Jake starts talking, a low gritty murmur in my ear as he fondles my breasts. “I could play with your sexy tits all day, sugar. In fact, I plan to. Gonna keep your nipples hard and your pussy wet all day long.”

He twists my nipples and has me squirming against him, even while Deke thrusts in and out of me.

“Might fuck your tits later if I can stay out of your pussy long enough.”

Deke has me pinned in his gaze as he joins in. “I'm gonna keep that pussy busy. Gonna be having your sweetness for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

I love dirty talk, and with their voices — mmm, it’s doing all kinds of things inside me.

“We're gonna be sucking you and fucking you all day long,” Jake says.

It's so over the top I almost giggle, and I can hear the rumble of humor in his deep voice, but the sensations they're both triggering have me struggling to catch my breath.

“Gonna fuck you, darlin’. All. Day. Long.”