I could never have imagined that this much pleasure was possible. And, more practically speaking, that a body could have this much sex in such a short period of time.

During the few small moments when we’re resting, I register some soreness, but then we’re back at it, Deke and Jake triggering all my feel-amazing endorphins. Any discomfort is quickly soothed with one explosive orgasm after another.

Is this what Megan’s been experiencing with her Beasts? My god, why hadn’t she told me?

It’s morning again. Saturday, I think, but I’m lucky I have brain cells left to process night or day.

Last night was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed them taking me out, treating me to a nice dinner, and lavishing their own special brand of attention on me. In my mind they’re so different from my “regular” life — and yet they didn’t seem out of place at all among the crisp linens and fancy place settings at Donohue’s.

Part of that is their confidence. They are who they are, regardless of their surroundings. Maybe that’s why I find them so irresistible.

I loved being on the back of Deke’s bike, wrapped around his warmth and strength, feeling the wind in my hair. On the way home, I rode with Jake. And of course, when we got there, they wasted no time in showing me all over again that making me feel good is their biggest specialty.

Another thing I never imagined was how wonderful it is to wake up nestled between two sexy men. Maybe if I’d have ever given it a thought, I’d have assumed unpleasant things based on past experiences — men hogging the covers, having cold feet, drooling on the pillow …

Waking up next to Deke and Jake, I feel safe and warm and cozy, and — inevitably — horny. These men are sex on a stick, every hour of the day!

I’m the first one awake again; they must be used to keeping late hours. The room is bright; it may be after eight or nine, but I can’t reach my phone to check the time.

I could get to it, though, if I stretch my body across Deke’s. My naked body draped across his hard, furry chest — what could possibly go wrong?

I take my time reaching across him. My thigh presses into his hip and my nipples brush against him. I’m staring down at his gorgeous face when one of his eyes pops open.

“Where you going, darlin’?” God, his voice in the morning — deeper than the deep blue of his ocean-colored eyes.

My face cracks open in a smile. “Morning, Stinger.”

“Morning, sexy.” His eyes go to my chest as his hand clamps onto my hip.

“I was just going to check the time.” I glance toward my phone on the nightstand.

“It’s time for us to fuck,” he says. Both eyes are open now, and already filled with lust.

“Such naughty language!” I tease as his thumb slides around to caress the spot where my leg joins my hip.

“It’s time for me to bury myself in your sweet, sweet pussy.” He pulls my head down to his and gives me a soulful kiss.

It’s as Deke is shifting me over him so that his mouth can reach my hardening nipples that my phone vibrates with an incoming text. I twist in that direction and see Zoe’s name.

“I should check that,” I tell him, as his tongue finds its target.

He makes a sound of acknowledgment in his throat while he pulls my nipple deeper into his mouth.

I bite back a gasp as sensation shoots down between my legs. “It’s Zoe,” I say. “I haven’t talked with her since the party.”

When he hears her name, Deke lets up, releasing his hold just enough for me to reach the phone, though his hands still explore my bare skin.

Hey girl, the screen displays, did you get that ride you were thinking about?

Oh my god, if she only knew. Then I remember the other very important news Zoe has not yet heard. Did you know he has a brother? I type, as Deke’s cock swells under my thigh.

Ohmygod. No, I didn’t. Tell me he’s not a twin.

Knowing my reply will surely stun my friend, it’s with satisfaction that I send: He most certainly is.

“Is your friend okay?” Deke asks, now using his fingers to twist my nipples. I half-heartedly swat his hands away, while trying to keep my balance stretched across his naked body. The bed shifts and I glance over to see Jake waking up.

“She’s fine,” I tell him as I chat with her. A warm hand grasps my leg and I know I need to wrap up the conversation soon.

Let’s have lunch, Zoe writes and I laugh inwardly. I’ll bet she can hardly wait to conduct an inquisition.

I will take you up on that the second I have a moment’s free time, which may be never, I reply.

There’s a pause before her next message comes through. Tara, hon, are you okay? It’s sweet of her, to be worried about me.

Jake tugs me toward him, rolling me flat onto my back in the center of the bed between the brothers. I manage to hang on to my phone and assure my friend that I’m safe. I’m just hitting send when Deke pulls the phone from my hand. He taps a brief message to Zoe, his fingers looking too thick to be able to hit the correct keys. Then he tosses my phone back on the nightstand and descends on me, putting those thick fingers to much, much better use.