It’s eight o’clock that night when the brothers pick me up at my apartment. I have the next day off from work, so it’s another long weekend — one I hope will be spent the same way as my very first weekend with them.

When I’m in Deke’s truck, sandwiched between them, Jake says, “Hmm. This feels familiar.” His hand slides up my jeans-clad thigh, and Deke does the same on the other side of me.

“Just like old times,” I say drily, but it ends on a gasp when Jake cups me. His thumb strokes over the seam of my jeans, right where my clit is, driving me mad. My head goes back as Deke’s hand dives inside my jeans and panties, until his fingers match his brother’s, inside my clothing and out.

“Unhh,” I groan as Jake’s mouth closes over one breast, licking me through my top and bra, then sucking my hardened nipple deep. He’s still scraping a fingernail over my jeans, cleverly finding a spot Deke isn’t touching, the vibrations ramping up my need until I’m ready to scream.

Deke plunges one thick finger inside of me. “So wet,” he growls. “You’re always so wet for us, darlin’.”

“Yes,” I agree, “always. You make me so wet.” My breath is ragged, my fingers tunneling through Jake’s dark hair, holding him against me. He pulls free long enough to drag my top and bra out of the way and clamp his mouth over my bare skin.

“Unzip her,” Deke says, and Jake loosens my jeans, giving his brother room to get a thumb on my clit. He adds another finger, stretching me, while his thumb presses and swirls on my swollen tip. “Come for us, Tara.”

Jake covers my mouth with his just in time to swallow my cries as the climax engulfs me, searing me with white-hot pleasure. They keep me coming, with only brief pauses, all the way to Deke’s house.

Like the first time, Jake slings me over his shoulder to carry me inside, but when he gets me to the bedroom he strips me naked before he tosses me on the bed. When he follows me down, still clothed, I say teasingly, “You forgot something.”

His eyes smile into mine … and something wraps around my wrist. I twist my head around to see that he’s bound me to the bedframe. While I’m looking that way, Deke secures my other wrist.

My long-ago fantasy, the one Jake inspired before I actually met him, comes roaring back to life. “Mmm,” I say, letting my body move sinuously on the bed. “I seem to be at your mercy.”

“That you are,” Deke assures me. The two men mount the bed on either side of me and embark on a mission that is clearly intended to eclipse their previous record for the most orgasms given in a single night.

They start at my lips, kissing me in turn as they run their fingers lightly up the length of my extended arms, lighting my nerve endings on fire. With a coordination only twins could manage, they move down to my breasts, each of them attending to one — pulling, pinching, and finally sucking the hardened peaks into their mouths with such intensity that my pussy throbs.

I want to run my fingers through their hair and dig my fingers into their muscles, but I can only twist in my restraints and moan my satisfaction.

When they run the tips of their tongues in parallel paths down my abdomen, I squeal.

Has a woman ever been this lucky?

As Deke nips gently at the delicate skin just below my waist, Jake spreads my legs wide and holds me open. I watch them, both watching me, and I melt with the intensity of their gazes, of their identical lust-filled eyes, taking in every inch of my naked body.

I’m on fire for them by the time they finally touch me in the place I want it most.

Jake’s fingers spread my folds while Deke’s tongue samples me, the sounds of his pleasure doubling mine. Then Deke moves aside and Jake is there, licking, sucking, at one point gently using his teeth for maximum effect.

“Fucking hell!” I struggle to hold on, but then I wonder, why, why am I struggling? I surrender, and it feels so damn good! Pleasure washes over me, not once, but twice, and maybe more. It all runs together in beautiful bliss.

At some later point, I manage to moan, “Why are you still wearing clothes? So unfair.”

“I suppose we oughta do something about that,” Jake says. I open my eyes so I can watch them strip — something I never get tired of — and then they rejoin me on the bed. Their muscled skin, so delightfully furred, rubs against mine.

“Untie me now. I need to touch you.”

Deke leans down to me. “Say please.” I narrow my eyes at him, and his glow with anticipation. “Looks like we’ll have to make you beg.”

And they do, until my body glistens with sweat. Skillfully, they further pleasure every inch of me while evading my hands, my lips, my every effort to connect our bodies, until I surrender.

“Please.”

Jake’s face appears above mine, his eyes gleaming. “Please what?”

“I need you inside me. I need to touch you. Please.” I don’t even try to keep the need, the longing, from my voice.

He kisses me then, and I taste myself because both of them have been tasting me. As he finishes, the bonds slip free from my wrists. I waste no time in seizing his head in my hands and kissing him hard, finishing with his lower lip between my teeth.

After all our foreplay, the mood turns urgent in a hurry. “Behind her,” Deke grunts. “I want more of that pussy.”

I find myself on my side, Jake lifting my leg to hold me open while he pushes inside me, and Deke sliding down to bury his face between my thighs. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge again, being connected to them both so intimately, Deke sucking my clit like I’m his last meal while Jake’s thick, hard cock drives into me, hard and fast.

They send my body racing to the mountaintop, and it feels like only seconds before I explode. My climax only makes them hungrier. They give me more, and more, until I’m lost in endless ecstasy.

Finally, Jake follows me over the edge — only to pull out and be immediately replaced by his brother. Deke fucks me just as hard, and his twin reaches between us to find my clit and make sure I’m not left behind. By now I’m so drenched with pleasure that I wouldn’t even mind Deke finishing alone, but my men would never neglect me.

We come together, Deke and I, Jake’s arm wrapped around me, his face in my hair, his fingers in my wetness. It takes us a long time to drift back to earth, snuggled together as if we’re all parts of one person.

Finally, Deke moves enough to give me a long, slow, deep kiss. When he pulls away, it’s to say, “Merry Christmas, Tara.”

I smile languidly. “Fuck, yes.”

Our soft laughter wraps around us like a blanket.

* * *

After we shower, we pull on robes and gather in the living room, where Deke has a tree set up. I bring out the packages I concealed in my bag and hand one to each of the twins. “You can open yours together.”

Deke slides a finger under the tape, preserving the wrapping paper; Jake just tears his open. They wind up with identical boxes, plain white, which they open to reveal leather belts.

“Thank you, darlin’,” Deke says. “Can always use more of these.”

Feeling a little shy, I say, “I had them done at that place in Hathaway.”

Jake unfurls his. “Flames, all along the length of it. Now that’s something special.” He pulls me down for a kiss.

Deke holds his belt out. “Scorpions. I’ll be, Scorch.”

“Mighty fine, Stinger.” Jake turns me around and nudges me toward his brother, who pulls me down to straddle him and kisses me so thoroughly that Jake has to clear his throat.

“Not yet, Deke; we gotta give her ours before we give her us again.”

Reluctantly, Deke breaks the kiss and turns me so I’m sitting sideways on his lap, taking a gift from the tree as he does so. “First this one.” I open it to find an adorable figurine — Betty Boop riding a motorcycle.

“I love it. Thank you.”

“It plays music. ‘Born to Be Wild,’” Jake informs me.

I laugh. “Of course it does.”

“And now this one.” Deke hands me another, larger package. There’s a box beneath the paper, and lots of styrofoam inside that, as if to protect something fragile.

My breath catches when I clear it all away to reveal a beautiful, intricate, Christmas-themed music box. “You remembered.” There’s a quaver in my voice.

“‘Course I did,” Jake says roughly.

“It’s exquisite. I’ll treasure it forever.” I kiss Deke, then go over to Jake, ending up on his lap this time. “Thank you.”

The brothers exchange glances. “There’s one more thing we were hoping you might give us,” Deke says. When I raise an eyebrow, he grins. “Besides that.”

“What?”

Jake’s hand tightens for an instant on my waist. “Move in with us.”

“Move in with you?” I stare at him, then at Jake. “But you … you don’t live together.”

“We could sell our places. Buy a bigger one together.” Deke says it like it’s no big deal, not a major rearrangement of their lives.

Around me.

Dizzy, I shake my head to clear it, then sway in Jake’s grasp. Deke swears and lunges forward even as Jake holds me tighter. “We should have fed her first, brother.”

“I’m all right,” I protest weakly, but Jake has swung me into his arms and carries me to the kitchen like a groom bearing his bride over the threshold. He sets me gently down in a chair and goes straight to the fridge.

Deke sits down next to me. “We’ll talk about it later,” he says gently, and I worry that I’ve hurt him, both of them.

“I just … I can’t believe you want to do that with me.” For me.

“Wasn’t what either of us expected, that first weekend,” he agrees. “Thing is, babe, you’re under our skin now. And we like it that way.”

I hear all the things he isn’t saying. No three little words. But … they want to sell their houses to move in together with me.

Showing, not telling.

Am I brave enough to take a chance on my adventure? To risk the censure of my entire family, save my little sister?

I want to be the woman who’s worthy of both these men. Want it so much it’s an ache in my heart. But I’m very much afraid I’ll let all three of us down.

“I’m not saying no.” I lay my hand against his cheek, stroking my thumb along the edge of his beard. “I just wasn’t expecting it, and big changes are hard for me. Give me a little time to think about it?”

“Of course, darlin’.” But from the look in his eyes, I’m not going to get much of a reprieve. The Abbott brothers want me under their roof, not just in their bed.

And they’re very, very good at getting what they want. Especially from me.