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Eliza looked up from the parchment, her fingers trembling. “It’s from the Blake Brothers,” she said calmly. “They’re…interested in visiting later.”
Daisy’s mouth fell open with shock, but Anna smiled knowingly.
“See?” she said quietly. “I told you.”
“They want to visit?” Daisy repeated, her eyes glimmering with excitement. “Oh, goodness! You have to wear something special! You have to use that hair pomade I got you, and—”
“Daisy,” Eliza said.
“Oh! And what about those rollers? Or perhaps we could straighten your hair. Either way, we—”
“Daisy!” Eliza cut in, waiting for the girl to fall silent before speaking. “I don’t even know if I’m going to speak to them yet.”
Both of the young women gaped at her, more outraged than shocked. Anna spoke first, her slim face coloring as she spoke.
“But you said yourself, they were charming! Don’t you want to see what they have to say?”
“I know what they have to say,” Eliza said, annoyed. “They want…me.”
Daisy tsked. “That’s obvious,” she said. “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Anna narrowed her eyes. “Unless you’re afraid of what you do want?”
Eliza shook her head. “I don’t know! And I don’t have to think about it. We have until closing.”
But closing came a lot more quickly than she anticipated. She had let the girls go home early, and the sun was sinking below the horizon by the time her last customer came—Terese.
“I do hope it doesn’t rain,” she said darkly, tapping her foot while Eliza slipped everything into a bag. “That would be the worst thing to ever happen to me.”
Terese stared at Eliza as she took the bag, as though she were daring her to challenge her on her statements.
Eliza smiled, biting her tongue with great difficulty. “I hope your party is wonderful.”
Terese eyed her, trying to decide if she was being sarcastic. “Would you like to come? I didn’t think to ask before, but you’re actually quite nice. I don’t think I’d mind having you there.”
Eliza stared at the woman, the urge to roll her eyes becoming almost unbearable— but she saw that Terese truly seemed to be thinking that she was paying her a compliment.
“There will be lots of bachelors there,” she continued, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe even someone you can manage to snag. Some oil men, or someone who owns a foundry?” Terese paused. “What sort of men do you think would go for a seamstress? Factory owners?”
Seamstress? Eliza’s anger bubbled to the surface before she could force it back down. “I prefer cowboys, actually. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
Terese snorted, tossing her sleek auburn hair in derision. “Cowboys? Like, the show business kind? I think they go for girls a little more…” she paused as her gaze slid over Eliza’s plum colored curves. “Refined.”
Eliza glared. “You mean flashy? All style, no substance?”
“No, I meant class,” Terese said viciously, her voice raising to a shout. “And yes, a certain elegant beauty you don’t quite possess.”
“Sounds boring to me,” Eliza said coldly. “Cowboys aren’t stuffed shirts that go for snores like you.”
Terese laughed, but it was utterly humorless. “I’m sure the Blake Brothers won’t be bored at my party tonight.”
Eliza’s heart stopped in her chest. Her blood felt chilled, like she’d been submerged in a bank of snow and buried to her ears. “What do you mean?”
Terese’s smile widened, but it lacked warmth and vibrancy, so it was just cruel. “You didn’t know? I caught them after the show, right after your girls ran away from them. They were so eager to get me alone, I had a hard time getting them to wait to see me again until now. They’re coming to my party,” she said, lowering her voice until it was almost a growl. “…and I expect they’ll be there all night long.”
Eliza’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her rage only sharpening the grief that was starting to creep through her. She knew Terese wouldn’t try and sleep with them both, but she also knew that the younger woman was far better at seduction than she was—and far more glamorous. “Get out.”
Terese smiled, simpering as she put a hand on her bony hip. “What’s wrong, Eliza? Can’t stand the thought of me dancing between those two fine hunks of men while you sit here, alone, twiddling your thumbs in the dark?”
“Get out!” Eliza shouted. “Now! Never come back!”
Terese sniffed and spun on her heel, but the door opened before she could reach it. Zachary stepped through, and he held the door open while her face turned the color of a tomato. He looked between her and Eliza, and his expression turned to one of discomfort. Eliza saw that Terese hadn’t expected to see them at all—her mouth was hanging open, and her skin was rapidly turning white.
“Here you are, miss,” Zachary said after a moment, when it was clear she was frozen in shock. Eliza watched them stare at each other, her emotions so confused she couldn’t react.
Terese sputtered a meek ‘thank you’ and moved slowly over the threshold. Eliza heard a sharp squeal a moment later, then Joey slipped in behind his brother, laughing.
“Who was that?” he asked. “She looked like she’d seen a ghost!”
Eliza’s heart skipped a beat. “So, you don’t know her?” she asked nervously.
Zachary moved toward her, his rugged features tinged with confusion. “No. Well, I don’t think so. We meet a lot of people.”
He stopped a few feet before her, and Eliza realized that he was more than a foot taller than she was; his broad chest was above her eye line, so she had to stretch her neck back to meet his gaze. “She didn’t…invite you two to a party?”
Joey moved next to his brother and leaned against the long counter, gazing at Eliza with equal intensity. “Nope! And we wouldn’t have gone, regardless. We don’t do, uh, parties,” he said lightly.
Eliza laughed. “It was a real party!”
Joey smiled at her and moved toward her until he was close enough to touch her. “Yeah, but she didn’t want to just party with us—at least the way you said it.”
Eliza felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment. “Well, no, she didn’t,” she admitted. “But how do I know you two are serious about what you said, anyway?” She shook her head like she had water in her ears and took a step back. “How do you know I even want to do this with you? You haven’t even told me exactly what you want.”
Zachary and Joey shared a look of bemusement. Zachary spoke first, fixing her with his chilly blue gaze before reaching out to take one of her hands. “What we want is you.”
Eliza couldn’t speak; her heart was threatening to leap out of her mouth. Joey took her other hand and brought it to his lips, his green eyes never leaving hers. A burning desire spread over her skin the instant his lips made contact, and she let herself be pulled toward them.
She stopped short of standing between them, fighting the lust coursing through her veins. Zachary’s hand slipped against her lower back, and Joey placed a gentle kiss on her temple. Her thighs clenched as wetness began to pool in her lace panties, a small sound of yearning slipped past her lips.
“Wait,” Eliza said desperately. She stepped back, looking between the two brothers as they gazed back with an identical need. “We need to talk about this.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Zachary said. “We want you. You want us.”
He bent forward to kiss her, and Eliza’s heart felt like a hummingbird in her chest. A lock of his black hair fell forward over his eyes before they kissed, and then his lips melded against hers like they were made for that purpose only. Eliza moaned softly, placing both of her hands against his broad chest as his palms slipped down her back and settled on her rounded backside.
Zachary pulled back suddenly, his eyes wild with raw need. “I want to make sure before we continue,” he said throatily. “Do want both of us?”
Eliza nodded eagerly.
Joey chuckled from somewhere behind them. “Should we take this upstairs?”
Zachary smiled at Eliza. “I think so.”
The next moment, she was being lifted and carried up the narrow flight of stairs to her bedroom. Eliza locked her arms around Zachary’s shoulders, gazing at Joey as he followed them up the steps. His eyes were as lusty as his brother’s, and he licked his lips as she watched him ascend. It occurred to her that she’d never brought a date up to her room before—and now she was bringing two.
Zachary set her on the wide bed, and Joey shut the door behind him.
“No one else is here,” Eliza said as the men slowly began removing their clothes. Zachary’s full lips curved into a delicious smile, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled off his garments.
“Better safe than sorry,” Joey replied, fastening the lock.
Eliza turned back to him and gasped—he was already nude. He grinned at her, and her eyes took their time travelling the long, firm lines of his body; he was even more incredible than she remembered. Eliza stretched out one hand and pressed her palm against his chest, surprised to find his heart beating wildly under her flesh. Her eyes dropped below his waist to find his cock jutting toward her, thick and curving from a patch of dark curls.
Joey covered her hand with hers and brought her gaze back upward, his emerald eyes sparkling with lust. “Your clothes now.”
Eliza nodded, her mouth oddly dry. She felt hands at her back, her dress slipping over her head. Joey helped her pull off her clothes, his eyes on hers even as he stripped the last garment away. When she was naked, she turned to find a very nude, statuesque Zachary gazing at her, his face a perfect expression of awe.
Eliza felt a thrill of pride move through her as the other Blake brother took in the fullness of her breasts and thighs, the soft curve of her waist, and the full glory of her blonde curls tumbling around her shoulders. “You’re a goddess,” he said, and his voice was oddly strained.
Eliza smiled. “You two are the gods here.”
Zachary shook his head, moving toward her slowly as his blue eyes moved over her body. His long member bobbed when he stopped, and Eliza wanted to reach out and grip its base until it stilled.
“You’re amazing, Eliza,” he said. “It’s not just your looks.”
Joey’s hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and she felt his hardness nestle between the fullness of her cheeks. “It’s you, Eliza. It’s like we were meant to find you.” His lips kissed her neck, and Eliza shivered as desire weakened her knees.
Zachary caught her chin with one hand. “I need your pussy so badly, I can hardly even think right now.”
Eliza gasped, but it was from the violent shiver that rolled through her in response to his words rather than the vulgarity of them. He pulled her right hand away from her body and placed at the base of his cock. “I want you to taste me. I need to know how soft you feel.”
Suddenly, Joey was bending her forward and holding her waist with both hands, and Zachary was sinking onto the bed, her other hand using his thigh for balance. The bulbous head of Joey’s member pressed against the slickness of her entrance, and a sharp pleasure shot down her legs. Is this really happening? she thought deliriously.
“Are you ready?” Joey asked. “Because God, you feel ready.”
Zachary placed one hand on the back of her head, and his blue eyes were clouded with desire.
Eliza nodded and smiled. “Oh, I’m ready alright.”
She lowered her mouth over Zachary’s head just as Joey’s hands tightened on her hips. Eliza slowly ran her tongue over the slick flesh of the cock before her, bracing her body as Joey slid himself inside her to his hilt. Eliza looked up at Zachary as she worked her mouth lower on his shaft, and his expression was one of unbearable delight. Eliza threw her hips back into Joey’s slow thrusts, sighing as his shaft dragged against the tingling nerves of her walls.
He let out a long, low moan as his body pressed against hers, and Eliza felt his hands slip forward to cup her heavy breasts. “Your pussy feels incredible,” he grunted, thrusting himself against her, hard, with each word.
Eliza’s body squirmed in happiness, and her tongue worked more furiously against Zachary’s slick shaft. His hand was gripping her curls, and his breath was coming heavy and slow as her head bobbed before him. Eliza hummed out small moans of pleasure around Zachary’s cock, but her cries were drowned by Joey’s low grunts.
Joey’s fingers twisted her nipples as his pushed deeper within her walls, every movement sparking a flame of ecstasy between her legs that spread over her skin like a wildfire. Her mouth tightened around Zachary’s shaft, desperately trying to bring him the same pleasure that Joey’s thick cock was pounding into her. Zachary’s hips bucked desperately against her mouth, his strokes starting to match the quickening motion of his brother’s strong hips.
Eliza moaned as loud as she could as Joey pounded into her body from behind, his strokes growing harder and faster as his pleasure grew and intensified. His hands twisted her nipples expertly, sending tiny streaks of pain to mingle with incredible pleasure radiating from her core. Zachary’s strokes were reaching a fever pitch, too—Eliza looked up and met his eyes as his hand tightened on her hair, and she felt an energy exchange occur that she couldn’t quite explain.
Then, Joey’s stokes grew frantic and wild, and Eliza lost all ability to focus. She sealed her lips around Zachary’s shaft, trying to breathe deeply enough to moan as Joey’s head beat against her g-spot hard enough to make her vision go blurry. Eliza’s body clenched and vibrated as her the walls of her pussy seized around Joey’s cock, and there was a brief moment of stillness where all three of them reached their peak at the same moment; there was an explosion of sound as the Blake brothers moaned and emptied themselves into Eliza’s pleasure-wracked body at the same time.
She wasn’t sure how, but she got to the bed before her legs gave out completely. Eliza laid on her back, struggling to catch her breath and solidify the day’s event at the same time. She felt one hand rest on her stomach, and another on her breast—Joey was on her left, and Zachary was snuggled on her right. Eliza had a brief moment of unreality; did this really happen? Are these boys even real? But she looked at first Joey’s emerald eyes, then Zachary’s pale blue gaze, and she finally began to believe her own eyes.
Eliza was the first to speak. “So…now what?”
Joey smiled, looking at her curiously, “What do you mean? You want to go again?”
Eliza laughed and planted a kiss on his chest. “No, silly. I mean…is this all you want from me? Great sex? And just tonight?”
Zachary started to play with one of her curls. “Let me ask you this: what do you want?”
Eliza started to say that she didn’t know—then she realized that it wasn’t quite true. She remembered her fantasy the night before: the two of them bringing her on stage for an act—carnal or not. Was that what she wanted? To leave her business behind in favor of something flashier and more fast paced? Eliza thought of how depressed she’d been before this; maybe this was just the change she needed.
“What sort of help do you need on the road?” she asked.
Joey and Zachary shared a look she couldn’t read. “Lots of things. Stage crew, announcers, opening acts.”
“A woman swallowed swords for us once,” Joey said. “We had some clowns, a beast, a circus act—we have a lot of flexibility, and thus a lot of potential positions.”
“But nothing you should sully your hands with,” Zachary said finally. He kissed her cheek, then spoke softly in her ear. Eliza felt dizzy, like a spell had been cast over her. “Do you want to come with us? Is that what you mean?”
Eliza paused. “I don’t know,” she said. She imagined making her own costume, and shouting their arrival from a huge yellow cone. How flashy could she bring herself to be? “I don’t know.”
Joey smiled. “Let me give you some help: if you say you don’t know the answer to a big ‘yes or no’ decision, it’s probably a no.”
Heat flooded her face, and she looked away from them. Why isn’t this easy? “What then? You just leave me behind…even though you said I was special?”
“No!” Zachary said immediately. “We want to be with you. Whatever that takes. Whatever that means for you.”
Eliza’s heart did a somersault in her chest. “I want to be with you, too.”
Joey grinned. “See? I knew we’d all agree on this. And you were worried.”
Zachary chuckled. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it will be easy.”
Joey frowned. “What do you mean?”
Zachary sighed. “Do we just come by once or twice a week until we’re done touring? Be part time husbands? Play this by ear?”
Eliza listened to them in silence until then. “Why not?”
They both looked at her like she’d just spoken French. They were quiet for a long time, so she continued talking. “Why not? This is new for us…so let’s make the rules as we go along. Play it by ear.”
Joey looked at her, but a slow smile was spreading on his face. Zachary finally smiled, too, and it was like being kissed by the sun. Eliza laughed and pulled both of them to her, feeling like she was going to burst from all the joy spreading through her. Maybe I’ll marry one of them, and invite nasty Terese.
Eliza smiled to herself, gazing down at her two new lovers. She wasn’t exactly sure how this arrangement would work out, but she knew she was in for one hell of a ride. Make that two.
THE END