“We should’ve skipped the witches,” Curtis announced as he got up to grab a glass of water during the closing credits.

“Why do you say that?” The movie was surprisingly well done and even had a plot. I was impressed.

“You kept covering your face.” He sat back down beside me, as I was snuggled into Parker’s side.

“They kept eating faces. It’s a perfectly normal response.” That was the one thing I didn’t get. If you’re going to eat someone, why the face? Pick something good and fleshy like a thigh. That’s where the good meat would be, not the faces.

“I have to agree with her on that one.” Parker got up as the credits finished, much to my chagrin.

“I thought the special effects were amazing.”

“Amazingly gruesome.” Curtis added, accurately at that.

“At least I have the princess romance to pull me from the depths of skeevedom.” I left my cozy spot on the couch long enough to grab the DVD and hand it to Parker before heading back into the kitchen and looking in my pantry cupboard. “Sorry, I don’t really have snacks to offer. Microwave popcorn?” I held out the box, which was probably older than it should be. Oh well, it wasn’t like the stuff went bad.

“Sounds perfect,” they both agreed, and I took out a large bowl as the corn popped.

“Here you go.” I handed the bowl to Curtis before tapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Skootch over.”

“What, do I smell?”

“Hardly, I just like this part of the couch.” Sitting snuggled between the two men had been wonderful, but I felt most comfortable in my seat, and after that movie, I needed that. Those darn witches were going to give me nightmares if this movie didn’t do a good job of scrubbing it from my mind.

“And you are just telling us now.” Parker, easygoing Parker, did not sound pleased. Oops.

“She’s telling us.” Curtis’s voice was firm.

“He’s right,” I agreed. “It took me three months of Roxanne living here for me to tell her it was my spot.” For good reason. She still teased me over it from time to time. Not that I feared the guys ever would tease me. They didn’t seem the type to do that kind of jab. Neither of them.

“So, we should feel honored.” Parker beamed.

“Something like that.” Or exactly like that. “Besides, from here I can put my legs on both of your laps.” A win I just noticed. This was going to be the best movie viewing ever.

“The woman is a genius.” Curtis handed Parker the popcorn before pulling my legs up and onto their laps and retrieving the buttery snack.

“That she is.”

With a click of the remote, the movie began, the familiar story and warmth of their bodies against my legs and side, lulling me into a place more comfortable than I could imagine for a date, especially one so early on and such an unconventional one at that. There was just something about them. Something amazing.

“Maddie?” My head snapped up, the story on the screen further advanced than the last time I remembered. Stinks. I was asleep.

“Yeah?” Even my voice sounded sleepy. Coffee. Coffee instead of beer next date, it was.

“You’re falling asleep. We should go.” Curtis’s words made logical sense, but I didn’t want logical. I wanted them.

“But I like having you here.”

“We can come back.”

I shook my head at Parker’s suggestion.

“We will come back.”

“Or you can stay.” I wasn’t even thinking sex, my body beyond exhausted after a week of little sleep and double work.

“Today is too soon.” Parker took my ankles and eased them off him as he rose. “You don’t even know the important things about us yet.”

“I know you are kind, super sexy, and, from what Roxanne and her hubby say, good people even when you aren’t trying to woo me,” I counter argued. No, I didn’t know everything about them—that would take years—but I knew the important things.

“She’s got a point.”

Huh? I never expected Curtis to be the one to start to wobble first. Nice.

“No. Good night, our sweet.” Parker moved my legs all the way to the floor, offering Curtis his hand. “We will see you soon. Tomorrow, if you allow.”

If I allow. As if I would turn that down. And when did he become the responsible one?

“Tomorrow would be perfect.” I rose, following them to the door. They were leaving, and I tried not to look all pouty about it even though that was 100 percent how I felt. Pouty.

“Then, tomorrow it is. Shall we pick you up for breakfast?”

“You spoil me.”

“We try,” Curtis added far too seriously, as if I wouldn’t see it in their actions and needed to hear it in his voice as well. It was endearing, yet something I wanted to fix. We all needed to feel confident in this for it to work, not just me or them. All of us.

“Be careful. A girl could get used to that kind of treatment.”

They were hovering around the door, probably wanting to leave as much as I wanted them to. Not. At. All.

“And gentlemen don’t change their treatment of their woman because they think they have her, so get used to it.”

Damn. Parker could be downright sexy. Their woman, like I was a possession. My panties were going to need changing the second they left, it was now official.

“Should we not say that?”

Crap. I said at least part of that out loud.

“No, I kinda of like it. Is it weird that I’m so on board with this in its weirdness?”

“If it is weird, we are, too.” And somehow Curtis deciphered my word salad.

“So—weird together?”

They both nodded.

“I can live with that.”

“How much did Roxy tell you about her relationship?” What did that have to do with anything and why did it make Curtis so insta-serious?

“Just that he is her second half, and they are happy happy, and he thinks he’s funny but is so not.” That was them in a nutshell although I agreed with Barry on his humor. I did think he was funny.

“That is so very true.” Parker scoffed, taking Roxanne’s side in her hubby’s humor analysis.

“Did she tell you why they moved?”

“For work.” His, not hers. Although she found a job their quickly enough at one of our sister agencies before they decided for her to stay home to have all the babies.

“Maybe you should talk to her about that. It might help you understand us a bit more.” Curtis bit his lip after he spoke. It was sexy, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach that it was out of nervousness. What could Roxanne possibly have to say about her relationship that would hurt mine, or the one that was currently potentially mine?

“Riddles. Is that what this evening has evolved into?” I stepped into them both, needing to feel their warmth, and their arms immediately wrapped around me ensconcing me. From what, I had yet to determine.

“I’m sorry.” Curtis spoke directly into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my knees to weaken.

“You so are not, but don’t worry about it. I never give up an opportunity to call her.” If there was anything bad I needed to know, she would’ve told me last time we talked. She wasn’t one to hide need-to-know information. Not her style.

“Good night it is.” Parker kissed my cheek before pulling away.

“Yeah.”

“But we get a whole day together tomorrow.” Curtis copied Parker’s moves, ending with them both standing by the now open door and me alone and suddenly cold.

“Bright side.” I shrugged.

“May we kiss you good night?” The formality of Parker’s request broke through any trepidation I might have. Heck yeah, they could kiss me.

“At the same time?” How would that even work? I was completely game, but how?

“I was thinking more taking turns.” He smirked. Duh. Of course he was.

“Good because I wasn’t sure how to do that without—awkwardness occurring. Besides, this way, I can see you both kissing again.” I doubted that was his original plan, but a girl’s gotta ask for what she wants, and if I was going to spend the night alone, I might as well get some memories to hold onto until morning.

“You weren’t kidding about that.” Why did Curtis sound so shocked? I had been drooling, after all.

“Heck to the no. That was hot, and my brain has spent too much of the night thinking about it, making sure I memorized it correctly.”

“Damn. You’re the perfect woman.” Parker swooped in, kissing me soundly, stealing my breath before breaking away and doing the same to Curtis.

I watched their kiss intently and, when it finally broke, I flung myself shamelessly at Curtis, exploring his mouth and savoring the taste of Parker on him. By the time they left, my engines were on full throttle. Naked adult play time with them was going to be freaking awesome. I was so going to dream about that tonight. After I called Roxanne, anyway.