I put both my hands on the cool wood bar, leaned forward, and arched my back, stretching out my hamstrings. Even with the cushioned mat, a couple hours tending bar made me knot up like crazy, and it felt so good just to stretch for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and tilted my head from side to side, trying to get the tension out.

“I need another pitcher of Bud Light,” said a woman’s voice.

I tilted my head up, my ponytail falling in my face. Eileen, a waitress at Sam’s, stood there, tapping her red nails on the bar, staring at me.

“I need a massage,” I said, slowly straightening up.

“You need a husband,” said Eileen. “Once he figures out massages get you in the mood, you’ll never have a knot in your neck again.”

I laughed and reached below the bar for a pitcher.

“Is that why you’re always so relaxed?” I asked.

“That’s me, all right,” said Eileen, examining one nail. “The most relaxed woman in the county.”

I pushed the handle on the Bud Light tap back up, shutting off the flow of beer, and then pushed the full pitcher across the bar to Eileen.

“You need anything else?” I asked.

“Couple more customers couldn’t hurt,” said the other woman. “It’s dead in here.”

“It’s the first nice Saturday of spring,” I said with a shrug. “Give it until dinner time, it’ll pick up.”

“I sure hope so,” said Eileen, taking the pitcher back to the single, rowdy table.

I turned back to the bar, idly picking up a towel and drying off the taps for lack of anything better to do. Eileen was right: it was totally dead in here, and I hated making $2.50 an hour while I could be outside in the new spring sunshine.

I leaned my elbows on the table and watched the college basketball on the bar’s single TV.

Then, the door opened, a bright rectangle of light. Two men walked in.

“Sit anywhere you want,” called Eileen, not looking over at them.

I straightened up a little, not wanting to look bad in front of customers.

Then the door behind them closed, and I gasped.

Them?

I didn’t know they were back in town.

Both men stopped short, just inside the door, and stared.

“If it isn’t Maddy Parker, tending bar,” one of the men said.

His voice was just like I remembered it: low and melodious, just a little bit raspy.

“I bet you can make a wicked drink,” said the other man.

Someone who didn’t know them might have mistaken them for brothers, but not me.

I’d known Shane and Josiah since I was a kid and we all lived on the same block of our little Southern town.

Only they rode off a couple of years ago with the Burned Skulls motorcycle club, and I thought they were never coming back.

But back then, they weren’t this hot. I mostly remember them as dorky, spindly teenagers — once they joined the club, I didn’t see too much of them. The Skulls were dangerous, and the women who hung around them were dangerous too.

I wasn’t about to get involved. Gun running? Drug smuggling? No thanks.

But now they were tall, muscular young men, their biceps nearly bursting out of their short sleeves, and suddenly, I realized why all those women were always hanging around the club’s headquarters.

I tried not to drool.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” I said, the astonishment creeping into my voice.

“I didn’t know you’d gotten so pretty,” said Shane.

I felt myself turn bright pink, and I turned away, pretending to put pint glasses into the sink.

“We’re back on business,” Josiah said. He spoke more slowly than Shane, with a little more of a drawl, even though the boys had been neighbors growing up.

My eyes flicked upward, nervously.

“Skulls business?” I asked, quietly.

The two boys just nodded, and I didn’t say anything. All I knew about why they’d left in the first place were rumors — rumors that connected them to a huge fire in a barn, the next town over.

Turned out, the barn was storing tons of marijuana and belonged to the leader of the Lost Devils MC, the Skulls’ rival. No one ever legally connected the dots, but everyone knew.

“Can I get you boys anything?” I asked with a smile.

Despite myself, I searched their features for evidence that the rumor I’d heard was true.

“I’ll take a beer,” said Shane. “Something nice and hoppy.”

I laughed, leaning my elbows on the bar, right across from him. He smelled wonderful, I realized, clean and woodsy at the same time.

“Where do you think we are?” I asked. “We got Bud and Bud Light. Heineken if you’re feeling fancy.”

“I’ll take a Bud, then,” he said, smiling right back at me.

I sneaked a glance at their ring fingers: empty.

What are you doing? I chided myself.

They were practically like brothers when you were growing up.

“Jack and coke,” said Josiah.

He’d always been quieter than the other boy. Where Shane was bright and lively, with red-gold hair and blue eyes to match, Josiah was quieter and more serious, his hair and eyes both a dark brown.

“Coming up,” I said.

I poured the beer and set it on the bar in front of Shane, then quickly made Josiah’s drink as well.

After a moment, I asked, “What kind of business?”

What the hell are you thinking?

They’re not going to answer, and even if they do, you don’t want to know…

The two of them exchanged a look, and finally, Shane opened his mouth.

“Carruthers isn’t doing too well,” he said, slowly. “There’s been a move for him to step down as president. They invited us back to take part in the decision.”

Casually, Josiah reached over and took a sip of Shane’s beer without asking, but Shane barely noticed.

I stopped for a moment, watching the two men. There was something familiar in that gesture, something almost… intimate.

Their fingertips brushed as Shane took the beer glass back from Josiah, and I could almost feel a sort of electricity in the air.

They’re together, I suddenly realized.

I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I was completely positive, right away.

Shane and Josiah!

I guess I should have known, I thought. They always did seem… close.

“How’s it going around town?” Josiah said, oblivious to my revelation.

“It’s the same, really,” I said, feeling a little breathless.

Despite myself, I imagined both of them shirtless, sitting at my bar. In my fantasy, Shane reached over and pulled Josiah to him, hard, crushing his lips against the other man’s…

I shook my head.

“There’s a new Wal-Mart over on the east side,” I said. “They’re tearing the old one down for a new housing complex. Otherwise, nothing’s really changed.”

Shane shook his head. “Damn McMansions,” he said.

The bar was dead, so the two men stayed and chatted with her all afternoon, catching up on the town’s gossip, telling me the scant details of what they’d been into.

Living near Atlanta as roommates, running a garage together. To hear them tell it, they were perfectly wholesome mechanics who just happened to live together, even though I knew better.

Both about their real jobs and their living situation.

Roommates, I thought.

Sure.

Around six the place began to fill up, and I got busy, pouring beers and making drinks for the usual Saturday night crowd.

Finally, Shane and Josiah paid their bill and stood.

“Hey,” said Shane, leaning over the bar toward me, beckoning me closer.

I leaned in, flushing a little at the thought of being close to him, the heat rolling off his big body in waves.

“When do you get off work?” he asked.

“Not until two,” I said, apologetically.

“Mind if we walk you home?” Shane asked. His eyes crinkled at the corner.

“It’s late,” I said. “It’s just a little town, I’ll be okay.”

“We’d like to,” he said.

I felt my heart beat a little faster, my breath get shallower.

“If you insist,” I said, smiling.

“I do,” Shane said, lightly. “See you later.”

I stood stock still as he left my bar. I watched him walk out, his huge frame nearly filling the doorway.

“Girl, come on,” said Eileen, over to one side of me. “Get your eyes off that man candy and make my customers some drinks.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, blushing.

By 1:45 a.m., I’d overpoured half my beers, given someone the wrong drink at least half a dozen times, and dropped one wine glass, shattering it. There was no denying that my mind was somewhere else: namely, on the two big, rough, sexy bikers coming to take me home that night.

I really, really hoped they’d be doing more than just walking, despite myself. With one of them, anyway; even though I wasn’t very experienced, there was something about those two that made me feel a little reckless and a little wild.

I wished my apartment was cleaner, but how could I have been expected to know that Josiah and Shane were coming back today?

“I think that’s good,” slurred a local wearing a tube top, getting my last vodka and sprite of the evening.

Sure enough, I was overfilling her glass, yet again.

I sighed and wiped the bar off. “There you go,” I said, and the woman walked back to the pool table.

The door swung open again.

Once more, Shane and Josiah walked through, waving to me. They came and sat at the bar.

“Gentlemen,” I said.

By 2:15, the three of us were walking down the quiet streets of my little town. When Eileen, the waitress, had seen the two men waiting to walk me home, she’d practically pushed the three of us out the door, telling me she’d take care of the ketchup.

I hadn’t minded.

“So, Maddy,” said Shane, on my left.

“I bet she goes by Madeline now,” said Josiah, on my right.

Down an alleyway, something knocked over a trash can. I jumped, but both men just glanced at the alley. A stray cat ran out.

I did feel much, much safer sandwiched between them.

“Can I call you Maddy?” Shane asked.

I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Sure, why not,” I said. “No one’s called me that in years. Makes me feel like a kid again.”

“You got a boyfriend or anything?” Shane asked. I could tell he was trying to sound casual, but the question took my breath away.

Why is he even asking? I thought. It’s obvious he and Josiah are together…

“Not right now,” I said.

“That’s why we could walk her home tonight,” interjected Josiah. “I’m sure any boyfriend worth his salt would be walking her otherwise.”

I didn’t say anything. I’d never dated someone who’d so much as mentioned walking me home after my job at the bar.

Not that I’d ever really dated anyone seriously.

“I’m right up here,” I said, pointing at a tiny house half a block away. My porch light was on, and the little yellow duplex I shared with a neighbor had roses out front. The roses were my neighbor’s, of course — I had a black thumb and had never owned a house plant I hadn’t killed.

“We can take you all the way,” said Shane.

“To your door,” said Josiah, as if finishing the other man’s sentence for him.

“Nice flowers,” said Shane as they entered my front yard. “Not yours?”

I laughed. He’d remembered my terrible gardening skills, the futile way I’d tried to grow snapdragons one year as a kid.

“Of course not,” I said, smiling. “Esther practically pays me not to touch them.”

Then they were at my door, both men on my porch, just waiting under my porchlight.

“Thanks for walking me home,” I said, and took a deep breath.

I looked from one to the other, trying to gauge how they might react. my heart thumped in my chest.

Maybe they’d be offended at my overture, or just grossed out. They hadn’t seen me since I was eleven, after all.

They were so, so hot, though — all rippling muscles and perfect jawlines. Easily the most attractive men I’d ever seen, and they’d come to my bar at two in the morning to walk my home.

It had to be worth a shot.

“Want to come in?” I asked.

The two men looked at each other with a glance I couldn’t read.

“Sure,” said Shane, finally.

I unlocked the door and walked inside, flipping on lights as I went, tossing my purse on the table by the front door. Once the lights were on, I turned around and faced the two men, still standing in the entryway of my little apartment.

“Go ahead and have a seat wherever,” I said. “Can I get you a—“

Before I could finish my sentence, Shane had stepped forward, right up to my, and put his fingers under my chin.

I was surprised into silence.

“Maddy Parker,” he said, tilting my face up. “I remember you being eleven years ago, skinny as hell, and riding around on that pink bike with a mouthful of braces. When did you become so…”

His voice trailed off as he searched for the right word.

My eyes went wide, my stomach twisted into a knot, my heart thumping in my chest.

They’re both still here! I thought, desperately.

This could get really awkward…

“Luscious?” said a deep voice behind him, and then Josiah was there, his arm around Shane’s waist, looking possessive of the other man.

“That’s a good word for it,” said Shane.

“I saw you watching us,” said Josiah, his other hand deep in his pocket. “You want to know if we’re lovers.”

My cheeks were aflame instantly, and I looked away.

How did they know?

“I—“

Before I could say anything else, Josiah grabbed Shane’s head and pulled the other man to him, hard, crushing their lips together. Shane’s fingers left my chin, but I could only stare as they watched the men kiss passionately, Shane moving to face Josiah, his hands on the other man’s shoulders.

Josiah had one hand buried in Shane’s hair, gripping it hard. It nearly looked like he was hurting Shane, but the tiny moan of pleasure that escaped Shane belied the truth.

I swallowed hard, not sure what to do.

Is this really happening?

Josiah snaked one hand around Shane and grabbed his belt loop, then, with a jerk, brought their hips together with a jolt.

Their lips separated, and Josiah made a deep growling noise in his throat.

“I think we scared her,” he said to Shane.

Shane looked over at me, wide-eyed.

What he couldn’t see, I thought, was the way all the heat in my body felt like it had just rushed downward, into a hot magma core, aching with desire.

“I bet Maddy’s okay,” said Shane.

He reached out, took my arm, and pulled me toward them.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt Josiah’s mouth on mine, his hand in the small of my back. He kissed my hungrily, his lips working against me. His tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring me, and I tangled my own with his.

Then, Josiah broke away, and before I could catch my breath, Shane was kissing me too, pulling me toward him, his stubble tickling my face.

When he pulled away, he left me gasping. Desire throbbed deep inside me with a steady drum beat, and I could feel myself getting wetter with every moment. Then Shane kissed me again, even harder, his lips traveling from mine down my jaw and to my neck.

I let out a little moan as I felt his stubble on my neck.

Josiah was behind me, kissing the other side of my neck, his hands on my waist. They ducked beneath my t-shirt and then he was touching my skin, sliding his hands up until they reached the underwire of my bra, at the same time as Shane was moving toward the neck of my shirt.

“Mmm,” said I, unable to stop myself from making the noise.

I could feel my knees going weak, and I let myself sink into the two bikers surrounding me — maybe I should be worried about them, but I wasn’t at all.

Quick hands released my bra, and then dove under the cups, grabbing firm handfuls, running his fingers over my nipples.

I sighed again, softly, arching my back.

Shane came up from my neck and looked down at my. He had a teasing smile in his eyes, and just for a moment, I thought he might say something about my braces or my pink bike again.

“I didn’t know you’d be so sexy,” was what he said. “I could barely keep my hands off of you at the bar.”

Without waiting for me to answer, he pulled my shirt and bra off over my head, tossing them behind him without looking. I relished the cool rush of air on my bare skin and leaned back into Josiah, letting him steady me.

Shane bent his head down and took one nipple gently in his teeth, biting it with the tiniest bit of pressure, making me gasp. His other hand roamed over me, squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

His head moved to the other side and he repeated himself until I was moaning, softly but uncontrollably, writhing again Josiah, who was holding me up.

Then Shane stood, pressing himself hard against me, and for the first time, I felt his thick rod against my belly.

I gasped.

It was massive.

Long and thick, pressing right against me. I couldn’t help it: I felt my body respond, my aching need pulsing even harder, as if all the blood in my entire body had rushed to my cunt. I put one hand to the front of Shane’s pants and squeezed.

He rewarded me with a low growl.

Behind me, Josiah pressed in as well, his equally massive erection against my buttocks.

I couldn’t believe it: that morning had been the same as every other one, but now here I was, pressed between the two sexiest men I’d ever met.

Then, there were hands on my pants, undoing my denim shorts and letting them fall to the floor, along with my underwear. I moaned again, feeling the rough fabric of their denim against me, and the two men’s hard erections just underneath it.

Shane’s hands moved down my body, over my belly and hips, and then he was lifting me into the air, his hands on my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, pressing myself hard against his erection, my arms around his shoulders.

He walked into my bedroom and tossed me onto the bed, and I couldn’t help but squeal.

“I didn’t know you were going to toss me,” I said, breathing hard.

“You’re so tossable,” he said, and kissed my on the collarbone, then between my breasts, taking a moment to pinch one nipple, then in the slight gully above my bellybutton, then just above my mound. With his big hands, he spread my thighs apart.

His tongue was warm and wet and hot, and as he licked my slit, slowly and gently, I felt like I might explode. I was so aroused and swollen, almost like I was filled to bursting with lust, and when his tongue first touched me I saw stars.

Shane was kneeling on the floor by the bed, licking my, beginning on my wet, swollen slit, working his tongue in between my lips and then up to my clit, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive nub.

I squirmed and gasped under his tongue, grabbing my comforter with both hands and pulling, nearly hard enough to tear it. Shane only chuckled and squeezed the inside of my thighs with both his big, calloused hands, the rough skin on them rasping along the smooth surface of my legs, sending little shocks throughout my body.

I could also feel his stubble on me, right at the juncture of thigh and cunt, a strange, sharp feeling that only heightened my pleasure.

Slowly, his tongue made its way back down my slit, ducking between the folds and pushing inside me, wiggling just a little bit.

Involuntarily, I made another noise.

When I looked down, wanting to see Shane, I realized Josiah had followed them in and was behind the other man, bent over him, Shane’s firm cock in his hand. Josiah moved firmly up and down, his own cock pressing against Shane’s ass, occasionally bending to kiss the other man’s shoulder.

Shane’s tongue flicked across my clit again, and then stayed there, moving in languorous circles.

I whimpered. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind had gone blank with pleasure, so I just moaned instead.

“I think she likes it,” Josiah said.

“Can I make you come?” asked Shane.

Now he had one finger on my slit, stroking it gently, just barely edging inside my wet entrance.

I could barely breathe or think of the right words to say.

Finally I nodded, then swallowed.

“Yes,” I moaned, barely able to get the word out.

I felt big, rough fingers sink into my cunt at the same time as Shane reapplied his tongue to my clit, this time moving in faster circles, in time with his fingers.

“Oh my god,” gasped I. It was all the words I could think of.

“Oh my god, oh my god…”

The pleasure built and built inside me, like a dam about to burst, and then all at once I felt like I exploded, coming harder than I ever had before.

I arched my back and clutched the duvet even tighter, shouting nonsense words and syllables as wave after wave of pleasure washed over my, again and again. Still Shane’s tongue danced on me, his fingers stroking my sensitive inner walls, and he kept going and going for as long as I came.

Finally, gasping and sweating, I relaxed, sinking into the bed, feeling spent and sweaty.

Shane stood, only to have Josiah pull his head around by his hair, kissing the other man firmly on the lips, long and hard.

“Mmm,” Josiah said, when their lips finally parted.

While they were busy, I scooted to the edge of the bed and took both cocks in my hands. They were huge and long, filling both of my fists, and even though I’d never seen any that size before, I wanted them more than ever.

Still making out above me, I heard one of them groan into the other’s mouth, though I couldn’t tell which one. I felt like I was still glowing from my orgasm, little tingles racing through my fingers and toes.

I got on my knees in front of the two men, my hands still on their long, hard cocks, and put Josiah’s to my lips.

Slowly, I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him before slipping it into my mouth, sliding my lips down the shaft as far as I could and then pulling out, sucking hard the whole time. I pumped my hand up and down, then moved to Shane.

I did the same thing to him, tasting him as well, fitting as much of him as I could between my lips. From above I heard a long, hard sigh, followed by a little moan. Josiah’s cock was still in my other hand, and I squeezed them both at once, alternating between licking and sucking one and the other.

I loved the way they tasted, musk and salty precum, and even the way they smelled.

One of them put his hand on my head, gently moving his fingers through his hair.

Finally I stood again, only to be virtually attacked by Josiah, who kissed me hard, pressing himself against me.

He toppled my back onto my bed, spread my thighs apart, and plunged himself deep inside me.

I let out a long, hard moan, and Josiah began thrusting, softly at first, then harder and harder, increasing in intensity as he did. I could feel every inch of him, and it felt like he was somehow touching every single place inside me, the pleasure growing and growing until I nearly couldn’t take it any more.

“Oh my god,” I said. “I’m gonna come again.”

Josiah just chuckled his deep, raspy chuckle, then grabbed my legs and put them over my shoulders.

He thrust even deeper, and I moaned even louder, feeling like I might burst.

I looked up at him, my vision nearly blurry with pleasure, to see Shane’s hands on Josiah’s body, exploring the other man from behind.

Just seeing that was enough to send me over the edge, spiraling down into an ocean of pure lust. I came hard, my whole body spasming, and I felt like waves were breaking over me, again and again, the tingle slowly spreading out from my core into my fingers and toes.

I moaned and moaned, my brain utterly unable to form words or do anything else useful.

At last, I stay still, gasping on my bed, Josiah still thrusting shallowly inside me, still rock hard.

“Flip her over,” Shane suggested.

Josiah growled again.

“Let’s share my,” Shane whispered into Josiah’s ear, loud enough for I to hear.

I sucked my breath in.

“Share me?” I asked.

Even saying that out loud made my begin to ache with lust all over again, but before I could react, Josiah had grabbed me and rolled over, onto his back, so I was straddling him on the bed.

Shane stepped up behind me and caressed me, running his hands down my front while he kissed my neck, Josiah just barely moving inside my as Shane pinched my nipples, first one and then the other.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to my clit, where he began rubbing me again.

Inside my cunt, Josiah moved, just enough to made a wave of pleasure ripple through my.

“Share me,” I breathed.

Behind my, Shane grinned a wicked grin, then found his jeans and reached into the pocket.

I felt something right on my back entrance begin to invade, just inside. Shane’s fingers, slowly moving inside my, past that tight ring of muscle and into my, pressing against Josiah’s cock through the thin wall.

I moaned at the incredible feeling of fullness.

“That’s only two fingers,” said Shane, a smile in his voice.

I couldn’t think.

His two fingers were joined by a third, and I arched my back, trying to offer myself as much as possible to both men at once, a long, low sound coming out of me.

“I think you’re ready,” said Shane, behind my. I heard him pour something out and then slather it on himself.

Then, I felt something new at my back entrance: something hard and thick, pressing in gently. I exhaled long and slow, concentrating on relaxing as best I could, and I felt the very tip of his cock ease into my ass as I stretched around him.

I gasped at the sensation, as he continued stretching my beyond where I had thought I could go, his cock pushing my wider and wider until it had nearly reached the point of pain. I clawed at Josiah’s shoulders, on the bed, and he held my hips still.

Then, suddenly the head of Shane’s cock slid past that ring of muscle and his shaft was entering me.

I gasped in surprise at how good it felt to have him in my ass, but the gasp quickly turned to a moan of pure pleasure as fireworks exploded in front of my eyes.

I can’t believe this is happening!

And I can’t believe I like it so much!

Josiah and Shane both fucked me at once, gently at first but then harder and harder until I was riding both of them, utterly filled by two huge cocks.

I felt like I couldn’t move, like all the space inside my was taken up by the two cocks.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, my eyes closed against the pleasure. “Please just keep fucking me.”

It just felt so good, so incredibly good having two cocks inside me, both at the same time.

“I can feel your cock moving,” Josiah gasped, talking to Shane.

His hands were on my hips, gripping them tight, and he moved my up and down, his cock just barely coming in and out of my cunt.

“Oh god,” said I, almost as if I were chanting. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

We moved in perfect time. I was nearly out of my mind with pleasure.

I’d never been filled so completely, and I’d never even dreamed of feeling so full in my life — it felt as though these two cocks took up all the available space in my body cavity, like there couldn’t possibly be any room for my organs any more.

“I can’t last too long,” Josiah warned, gritting his teeth.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whispered, the pressure suddenly building up inside me, and then, before I could even move, bursting forth, rushing over me in a flood as the two men fucked me as hard as they both could.

“Harder!” I screamed, mid-orgasm, utterly losing all control as the orgasm stormed through me and I rode both men at once, as hard as I could, even if I could barely move for being stuffed with cock.

They did, and somehow, I started coming again. As the cocks moved in and out of me, harder and harder, I moaned and moaned, coming again and again until it seemed I was in the midst of one long, drawn-out orgasm, totally insensible.

It felt like it lasted forever, until it finally subsided, leaving me feeling floppy and boneless, like I could barely function anymore.

The problem was that having both my holes filled still felt good, and I didn’t want it to stop.

“I’m about to come,” said Josiah, his cock still buried in my cunt, up against Shane’s cock in my ass.

“Come inside me,” I moaned, barely able to speak.

There was a deep rumble in Shane’s throat, and he grabbed my shoulders as hard as he could and pumped himself deep inside me, hard and fast.

There was something savage and wicked in his eyes, something unrelenting.

“Oh, baby,” whispered Josiah. “I like feeling you come.”

Then he came too, spilling his seed deep inside me with thrust after thrust, moaning as his eyes rolled back in his head.

I stayed where I was, gasping for air as both the men finished inside me. Shane flopped against my back, planting a quick kiss on my shoulder, and Josiah had his hands on my thighs. All three of us were breathing hard, and finally, Shane pulled out and tossed himself on my bed.

“Maddy, you sure did grow up,” he said, sounding completely spent.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. I looked around at my tiny bedroom: Shane had slept in my bed with me, and Josiah had taken the couch in the living room — there was no way my little double bed would fit all three of us — but neither of them were there now.

Still sleepy, I wrapped my flannel robe around myself and headed into my kitchen.

“Good morning,” said Shane, flipping bacon over in a pan. There was already a plate piled high with strips, and as I stood there, Josiah took one while Shane wasn’t watching.

“Hey,” I said. I wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with what had happened last night — when I’d taken on both of these men at once, both boys I’d grown up with — but they seemed okay with it.

“Here,” Josiah said, handing me a mug full of coffee. Already on the table was a pile of toast, along with a container of strawberries.

Not knowing what else to do, I sat.

“So, we’re all cool?” I said.

I didn’t know how else to ask the question, and besides, they seemed completely fine with everything that had happened.

Hell, I thought, I think they planned it.

Shane laughed, and Josiah smiled to himself.

“Of course we’re cool,” Shane said.

I just nodded and drank my coffee.

“We’re in town for a while,” Josiah offered. “What are you doing this weekend?”

I licked my lips and thought a moment before responding.

Hopefully, I’m getting stuffed full of cock again, I thought, but knew I couldn’t say it out loud.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

The boys exchanged a wicked grin.

I felt another tingle start, deep inside me.