After a long day of moving, the boxes have finally arrived and been assigned to their proper rooms. I spend some time fixing up the master bedroom where we’re all going to sleep. I have my favorite pillow in the middle. I can’t wait to be sandwiched in between Ethan and Colt on a daily basis. Just the thought gets me wet.

I reach down to touch my pussy over the fabric of my yoga pants. I shudder as my finger brushes against my folds. God, I need them. Now.

Don’t get me wrong. We had sex in the morning. But they’re like a drug. I need it more and more.

I hear voices coming from the den. Colt and Ethan have literally spent the whole day unpacking and arranging the den with leather couches, a dart board, bar, pool table, bookshelves, a globe, sofa, and desks. Figures. While I did the bathroom and bedroom for all of us, my boys did their playroom.

Still, I smile as I walk towards the den and hear Colt. “No fucking way, Ethan, there is no way we’re going to watch CSI in here. Not on my watch.”

“What possible grudge could you have against one of the most popular shows in America?” Ethan asks, exasperated.

“We just need to get this interview with Alexis Angel sorted out tonight if since she’s releasing her book about us,” Colt says.

I admit, I’m a bit surprised by Colt’s words as I walk into the den. Is Colt being responsible? He’s changed a whole lot, but can it be this drastic?

I’m also surprised by how nice it looks. Very homey, relaxing, and the sort of place you could get lost in for hours on end. I resolve that I’m going to spend just as much time in this room as Ethan or Colt.

“You’re talking about the set of questions she sent us from right?” Ethan asks. “That’s her email address that you can contact her at any time.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the only way to reach her, man,” Colt says. “You should fucking know that the best way to stay informed with that woman is to sign up for her newsletter at .”

“Then you got nothing to worry about,” Ethan says with a grin. “I already sent the bonus chapter out for her readers. They’ll get it once they finish reading about us.”

“You fucking sent it out without showing me?” Colt asks, evidencing anger.

Ethan shrugs. “I told her I could do your part,” he says.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Colt asks, angry.

Ethan shrugs. “Because I love you?”

This brings Colt up short. “Oh,” is all he can say, disarmed. “I fucking love you too. Fucker.”

“How much do you know about Alexis?” I ask, as both of them stare to look at me.

Ethan shrugs. “Alexis Angel,” he begins as if reciting from memory. “She’s a quirky kind of girl. But good fun though, I think if you like the kind of things she likes.”

Colt laughs, “You mean like dancing, fucking, and big cocks?” he asks. Ethan shrugs. “That’s like all that girl can think about.

“She’s an author,” Ethan says. “They’re allowed to be weird.”

“Fucking right,” Colt says. “But she fucking writes safe, happily ever after pieces but it’s seriously like reading porn.”

“And she’s calling the piece she wrote about us very steamy and exciting, I’ll bet?” I ask with a wicked smile as I look at both my boys.

“What do you expect from someone living in New York,” Ethan says. He looks at me and I see a smile on that ruggedly handsome face. “New York values, and all.”

“She loves getting flowers, especially when not expecting them,” Colt says.

Ethan looks at Colt. “Have you been sending her flowers?” he asks.

“I don’t need to,” Colt says. “I get enough love from Julianna.”

He looks quizzical for a second and looks at Ethan.

“Why the fuck do we keep talking about her like we’re doing a fucking bio, bro?” Colt asks.

Ethan thinks for a second. He tries to figure out what to say, but he can’t either.

Both of them look to me, and I smile. I know the truth, but I’m not telling them. Especially because it’s so much fun keeping this one secret. For now.

“Do you want to keep talking about Alexis?” I ask them, taking a step forward and bringing my hands to my sides and running them up my body. “Or do you want blowjobs.”

As if there was any doubt to the answer, both men turn towards me and their eyes take on a hungry look.

I smile. I do keep them satisfied. I know this. Ever have sex so much that you’re sore the next day? Well, by the time I’m done with Ethan and Colt, they can barely walk.

“You guys know about the ?” I ask, taking a few steps closer to them. “That place is the fucking shit,” Colt says. “But you can also find her regular profile page too.

“Right, but I usually follow her on Twitter,” Ethan says.

Colt snorts. “That’s because you’re an idiot.”

“I think you never go on Twitter, Colt,” Ethan says with an exasperated sigh. “Because you’d never be able to say anything in less than 140 words – never mind 140 characters.”

“Whatever,” Colt says, unable to respond.

I smile. I love watching the banter between the two. But sometimes I need to exercise some discipline.

“You’re talking about her again,” I say sternly. “Do you want to invite her?”

Colt shakes his head. I can’t blame him. They can both feel the desire coming from my body.

Because right now, I’m hungry.

And I’m feeling naughtier than usual.

I smile and advance towards Ethan, pulling him by the hand until he’s standing next to Colt.

Their eyes tell me they know what’s coming, but I can still see the excitement by the way they look at me.

I give them a sinful grin and reach over and pull up my shirt, throwing it to the floor.

“Oops,” I say to them. “I’ve gotten your room a bit dirty.”

Ethan smiles and places his hand on my breast, kneading my flesh. I shudder at his touch as Colt unfastens my bra.

“Not as dirty as we’re about to get it, babe.”

I smile and run my hands under their shirts down both men’s solid abs. I stop when I get to their belt buckles and I take a few seconds each to undo them, dropping their pants to the floor.

I sink to my knees as they both lower their boxer briefs, exposing two 12-inch cocks in front of me.

I grin and open my mouth and take in Colt. He tastes divine.

With my other hand, I jerk Ethan’s hard cock and bring it in to join Colt’s in my mouth.

Both men shudder and close their eyes. Colt draws Ethan closer and the two share a kiss as I begin to bob my head on both cocks.

Yes, this room is going to get very, very dirty.

Just the way a bad girl likes it.