So, what’s it like to have two boyfriends? In a word…

Exhausting.

I can’t shake them off me, even if I wanted to. It’s been one full weekend and I can’t say I’ve had a private moment to myself when my skin wasn’t being touched in some way. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve had sex and with whom.

Exhausting.

And I love it.

But just like all things in life, there’s one thing that always comes up to bring all fun and excitement to a damned standstill.

Monday.

I feel their hands on me when I wake up. Max lies behind me with an arm wrapped around my waist. My hand sits in Thad’s, fingers entwined. I give my past self a pat on the back for going with the queen-sized bed or else it would be far more squished than it is right now.

I shift onto my back, trying not to bump into Max but his eyes flutter open anyway. He looks at me and smiles without saying a word. I don’t say anything, either. We don’t need to.

He leans in and kisses me as he rests a hand on my exposed breast. I hold back a chuckle, the one that hasn’t quite gotten used to the idea of Max Monahan feeling me up.

Moving slowly, Max pushes above me and settles between my knees. I glance at Thad sleeping beside us and Max lays a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I bite my inner cheek, holding the laughter at bay, as Max kisses me again.

I open my legs a little wider to him. He slides closer, aligning me for the taking, as his morning wood touches my folds. If there’s one thing my boys have, it’s stamina.

His tip burrows in me and my jaw drops. Max lays a finger to my lips, reminding me to be quiet with a quick glance at Thad. I hold it all back behind a smile and I quiver beneath him as he slides the rest of the way in. It feels so warm and wet inside. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since Friday night. Stamina, indeed…

Max bucks his hips slowly, grinding me against the mattress while I hold my tongue. I look at Thad but he’s still sleeping. Soon, he’ll wake up. He has to feel the movement of our bodies eventually. The thought spurs a hundred ideas in my head. Part of me wants him to wake. I want him to watch and then I want him to fuck me, too.

Max buries his face in my shoulder and grunts softly in my ear. He’s moving faster now, racing with himself to finish before we get caught. Caught. Is that concept even possible when you’re all in this together?

The excitement runs deeper in me. Climax twists in my gut, just begging to break free. I try to hold back, knowing I won’t be able to keep quiet for very much longer. His cock owns me. He pumps me a little harder, shaking the bed, but it only takes a few before I come. He stops immediately and watches the pleasure crease my brow as I bite into my tongue.

“Shhh…” he whispers, laughing softly.

I look to Thad. Still sleeping.

Max kisses me and pulls out of me, making me whimper. “Can I use your shower?” he asks.

I tilt my head. “You aren’t going to finish?”

He grins. “I didn’t do that for me.”

He lays one more soft kiss on my collarbone before sliding off the bed, his erection leading the way toward my bathroom.

I lie back and stare at my ceiling, exhaling every bit of air from my lungs. “Wow…” I breathe.

If this is what my Mondays are like from now on, then—

Thad moves and I go frozen. He twists his head around, eyes just barely open as he looks over at me. He smiles just like Max did and it morphs into a grin the second he hears the shower head turn on.

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in to kiss me. My entire body buzzes from the climax still lingering in my nerves.

“By the way…” he whispers. “I heard that.”

My breath catches as he kisses me. I wait, my lips hesitating to explain.

Thad lays his hands on my wrists and pins me to the bed beneath him. “Did you like him fucking you like that?” he asks me.

“Yes.”

He slides his lips along my neck. “Do you want me to fuck you like that?”

I nod as my tongue turns to jelly in my mouth. God, I want him. I want to feel him so badly.

Thad glances over his shoulder to the bathroom. “Do you think I can make you come… before he gets back?”

I tremble at the thought. “Yes.”

He presses his rock-hard cock against me. “Yes… what?” he asks, smirking.

I kiss him, unable to stop myself. “Yes, sir.”

Thad guides himself inside my still dripping slit. Pleasure resurges inside of me and I arch my back as it rockets up my spine.

He doesn’t hold back like Max did. He takes advantage of the shower’s noise and fucks me hard enough to make the bed tap lightly against the wall.

I moan once and he lays his hand over my mouth.

“Shhh…”

I dig my nails into his back, keeping one ear on the bathroom as he rails me. He moves quickly, filling me over and over again as the tension peaks in me.

“Thad,” I moan against his hand.

He smiles and removes it so he can kiss me. “Good…” he whispers. “I can feel it. You’re so close…”

I look to the bathroom. Water still flows in the shower but Max won’t be there for long.

“Look at me,” Thad says. “Relax and focus on me.”

I gasp as my clit throbs.

“Come for me, Phoebe. Now.”

It breaks in me. Orgasm shakes me from my head to my toes and Thad watches it spread with a smile on his face.

The shower turns off and he halts his thrust.

“Damn…” he says. “Just in time.”

I twitch. “Yeah…”

Thad kisses me once more before rolling off me. His head hits his pillow and he pretends to be asleep.

Max emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His damp skin shines in the sunlight coming through the windows.

Thad grunts beside me and stretches out before sitting up and feigning a large yawn. “Good morning,” he says.

“Morning,” I say.

“Hey,” Max says.

“I slept… like a baby.” Thad throws his feet to the floor and stands up. “Still some warm water, Max?”

Max nods. “Yep.”

“Nice.” He looks at me. “Do you mind?”

I try to ignore the half-erection pointing at me. “No. Not at all.”

He winks at me before disappearing into the bathroom. The shower turns on again.

“You okay?”

I flinch and look over at Max. “Of course.” I clear my throat. “I’m just fine.”

He nods and starts searching the floor for his clothes.

Oh, yeah. Definitely a fan of Mondays now.

* * *

I push up onto the tips of my toes so I can wrap my arms around Thad’s neck a little tighter. I inhale the clean smell of his shirt and hold my breath for as long as I can. “When are you coming back?” I ask.

“A few days, maybe,” he answers.

“Can’t narrow that down for me?”

He pulls back and offers a smile. “Unfortunately, no.”

I look down, taking in the sight of him in his suit. My eyes land on the suitcase at his feet. Everything he needs all in one place. Except me.

He kisses my forehead. “I’m going to call you every night. All right? You won’t even know I’m gone.”

My heart speeds up. “Promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

He gives me a long, lingering goodbye kiss. His arms crawl around my back, drawing me against his body, and I drift to him as close as possible.

Max clears his throat.

We break our kiss and look at him standing a few feet away.

“I have a meeting,” he says, flashing an impatient wink.

Thad shakes his head at me. “For you, I’d happily be late to every meeting.”

I chuckle and lay my finger over his mouth to stop him from leaning back in. “Go,” I tell him. “Be safe up there.”

“I always am.” He picks up his suitcase. “Bye, Max.”

Max waves his hand. “Bye.”

I keep a nervous eye on Thad as he walks out of my loft and closes the door. It’s strange. He’s flown how many times in his career? I didn’t care at all until now. I didn’t know him until now…

“Hey.” Max draws my attention. “He’s gonna be fine.”

I nod, feigning a little nonexistent confidence. “I know.”

“I used to get worried about him, too.”

“You did?”

“Well, yeah. It’s Thad. Operating a plane. I just about shit myself the day he enlisted in the Air Force. May have even tried to talk him out of it once or twice.”

My guts churn. “Yeah…”

“But…” He nudges my chin. “Thad knows his shit, Phoebe. He can be silly but if I’m ever in a life-or-death crisis, he’s the first person I’ll call.”

I let out a sigh of relief and smile. “Thank you. That’s comforting.”

“Good.” Max nods. “So, how quickly did he jump you after I got in the shower?”

My smile falls. “Uh…”

He laughs and steps in to wrap his arms around me. “That quick, huh?”

I wince. “How did you know?”

“Because it’s Thad.”

I shrug. “Good point.”

He kisses me, completely over it. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Working,” I answer with rolling eyes. “I meant to get that book done this weekend, but…”

“We derailed you.”

“You definitely did… in more ways than one.”

He chuckles. “Well, give me a call if you need a break. I’m sure I can find more than enough reason to play hooky and hang out with you.”

I close my eyes, crushing them for a few seconds before opening them again. I expect him to be gone. I expect to wake up in my bed alone with none of this ever happening. No Max. No Thad. Just me and my books, but…

He’s still here.

“I will,” I say.

He kisses me again, deep and passionate. “Have a good day.”

“You, too.”

He opens the door and glances over his shoulder at me for one last look before closing it behind him.

I exhale the breath from my lungs.

Oh, boy.

* * *

I step off the elevator and wonder if anyone can tell how funny I’m walking. I hope not but, then again, I kind of want them to know just how much I’ve been fucked in the last forty-eight hours. I want the whole goddamn world to know.

Jackie looks up at me from her desk with sympathetic eyes but they quickly grow suspicious. “Good morning…” she says.

“Hey, Jackie.” I pause by her desk. “Good weekend?”

“Mediocre,” she answers.

I shrug. “Well, we win some, we lose some.”

Her eyes narrow. “Uh-huh…”

I pass by into my office. I hear her leap from her chair and follow me in as I set my purse down on my desk.

“How about you?” she asks. “Good weekend?”

I sit down at my desk, relishing in the private sensation still teasing between my thighs. “Yes,” I answer.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Her head tilts as she slowly lowers into the seat across from me with her agenda book in one hand. “Okay, then. Well, let’s go over your schedule…”

“I’m ready,” I say, leaning forward.

“Mr. Fellows is calling around ten. Wants to discuss your changes to Bradley’s book.”

“Evisceration at ten. Got it.”

“You have a meeting with the editing department after that to approve the new style guide.”

I nod. “Routine stuff. Super.”

She slams the book closed. “Did you choose?!”

I blink. “Choose?”

“Yes. Choose. I’ve been sitting on my ass all weekend waiting for the worst cliffhanger ever to resolve itself. Max. Thad. Will she or won’t she?! This show sucks.”

I exhale. Friday feels like a thousand years ago now. “Jackie, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think… It’s been quite the weekend.”

She stares at me, quietly seething.

“Okay.” I lick my lips. “Yes. I made my choice.”

“And it obviously makes you very happy.” She smiles. “You look great.”

“I feel great.”

“So… who did you choose?”

I bite my lip. “Uh…”

“It was Max, wasn’t it?” she asks, but then quickly waves. “No, it was totally Thad. I can definitely see you with Thad.”

“Yes,” I say.

Her eyes light up. “You chose Thad?”

“No.”

“Oh. Max, then? That’s great! He’s the one you’ve always dreamed of. Fairytale princess status unlocked.”

I hesitate. “No…”

“Wait.” She squints. “Did you choose Max or Thad?”

“Yes,” I answer.

Her throat clears. “Phoebe… are you still dating both of them?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Do they know?”

“Yes, they do. We, uh…” I feel another twinge between my thighs. “We’re all very known to each other now.”

Her jaw drops slowly. “You’re all together?” she asks.

I nod. “We’re all together.”

“How the hell did that happen?”

“They found out about each other,” I say. “They talked it out, without my knowledge, and decided that they both wanted to be with me… and agreed to share me.”

Her voice catches in her throat. “You have two boyfriends?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

She twitches slightly. “And they… take turns with you?”

“Sometimes.”

“Or do you guys, like… at the same time?”

I smirk. “Sometimes.”

She exhales with flushed, pink cheeks. “Oh, my.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Jackie,” I say. “We’re just three consenting adults in an arrangement that makes everyone very happy and satisfied—”

“Excuse me.” She drops her book down on the corner of my desk and bolts out of her chair toward the door.

A crash outside makes me jump. I sit upright, prepared to go inspect what happened, but Jackie returns before I can stand. She adjusts her disheveled hair and sits back down in her chair.

“What was that?” I ask.

She reaches for the book again. “Oh, just…” she exhales, “rearranging my desk.”

I tilt my head and sigh. “You can cage the jealousy bunny, Jackie. As wonderful as this all sounds, I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Or that something is going to go wrong.”

“Like what?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s all just seems too good to be true.”

“Ya think?” She sits back and waves a hand. “Pay no mind, child. Enjoy this awesome weather while you can.”

“It’s the while you can bit that’s got me nervous.”

“Well, you can either tiptoe around the storm or you can cannonball into that fucker and splash around while it’s flooded. I know what I’d do.”

I smile as my phone rings. “You might be right.”

“Of course, I’m right.” She pounds her chest. “I’m Jackie Bone.”

I pick up the phone and hold it to my ear. “Hey, this is Phoebe.”

“Phoebe! It’s Martin. How are you?”

“Hey, Mr. Fellows.” I glance at Jackie’s rising brow. “I’m doing great. How are you?”

“Ups and downs, as usual,” he answers. “Listen, I need to cancel the meeting with you today. Something’s come up.”

“No problem. That’s actually really helpful to me. I’m not quite done with my notes. Getting work done this weekend was… tricky.”

“I’ll be in LA this Thursday. Bradley, too. We’ll sit down with you at noon. Does that fit your schedule?”

“Don’t see why it wouldn’t.”

“Excellent. Keep it up, Phoebe!”

I bite my lip. “I certainly will.” He hangs up and I sigh with relief at Jackie. “And now I have a few extra days to turn a turd into a diamond.”

She takes her pen and marks out the meeting in her agenda. “Woo-hoo,” she murmurs.

“He and Bradley will be here on Thursday.”

Her lips curl as she writes it down.

I point a finger. “No.”

“Oh, sure. You get finger-cuffed all weekend but I can’t bang your newly-single silver fox of a boss. Sure. Life is totally fair.” She flips to her calendar. “Thursday, you said?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, Thursday.”

“So…” she pauses, “he’s bringing Bradley?”

“That’s what he said.”

“He’s bringing Bradley… on the same day he’s supposed to fill the New York promotion?”

My smile drops. “Well… that doesn’t mean anything. Would it mean something? What does it mean?”

“I don’t know.”

I sit back as my brain twists in my head. “It’s fine.” I scoff. “This is fine.”

“Totally fine.”

“I’m sure he’s just trying to be fair and professional — making sure we both find out at once, you know?”

“Oh, yeah.” She gives a long nod. “Because if life is anything, it’s fair to everyone at all times.”

I glare at her as my butterflies turn my stomach.