Meg heaved a deep sigh and tried to stretch. Hard bodies on either side of her hindered movement. Her eyes flew open. Early morning sunlight filtered around the blinds of her neighbors’ bedroom window.

Shit. She closed her eyes again as awareness crept in. How the hell she’d fallen asleep with three people squished together on a queen-sized bed…

One hard cock pressed against her thigh, the other against her ass. Unable to help herself, she wiggled.

Trevor groaned and grasped her thigh, holding her still. “Unless you’re up for another round,” he growled, sleep thickening his voice, “I’d suggest you lay still.” His eyelids slowly opened, and the warmth and arousal in his blue eyes lit a fire in Meg’s body.

Jack’s lips swept over her bare shoulder, his flicking tongue leaving a moist trail.

Arousal sprang to life, slickening the walls of Meg’s pussy. The night might be over, but there was no point in wasting a beautiful, hard cock. She reached between their bodies and grasped Trevor’s hard length while slinging her leg over his hip. “I want you inside of me.”

He moved with her as she lined him up with her soaked folds. One thrust seated him deep, drawing a moan from Meg and arching her against Jack.

He slid a hand over her waist and up to her breast. “He’s the best at morning fucks,” Jack murmured against her neck, slowly thrusting his cock along her ass crack.

Trevor rolled his hips, and Meg couldn’t have agreed more. Eyes closed, she focused on the feel of him gliding in and out. She wanted more, though. “I want you, too, Jack.”

“You aren’t too sore?”

Meg considered that truth, but decided she didn’t care. “It doesn’t feel right without you.”

The warmth of Jack’s body against her backside disappeared, and Trevor pulled her close, tangling a hand in her hair. “You feel so fucking good.” He thrust hard and held still. “Too good.”

The bed dipped behind Meg, and Jack settled against her. He slid his lubed cock up through her ass crack, coating her puckered hole as Trevor nudged deep inside of her pussy.

“Take her sweet ass, Jack,” Trevor said, grabbing her ass cheek and spreading her.

Meg relaxed as Jack pressed against her back entrance, and he slid in part way with a groan. “Fuck.” He pushed in deeper, burying his face in her neck.

“Please,” Meg whispered, full and so ready for them to move.

Their positioning didn’t allow for deep penetration like the night before, but the friction grew more intense with one of her legs straight down between their bodies.

Slow thrusts—synchronized movements, heightened her need to climax. Their hands roamed over her body, over each other’s backs, and Meg lifted her head to watch as each flexing, muscular ass took turns nudging their cocks into her body.

Trevor gripped Jack’s ass with one hand as he angled his own hips to press deeper. “Play with her clit.”

Biting into her shoulder, Jack obeyed, sliding two of his fingers down the sides of her clit and around Trevor’s thrusting cock. Slickened with pre-cum and Meg’s arousal, his fingers returned to Meg’s protruding nub.

Jack rubbed slowly, back and forth with his slippery fingertips.

“Feel good, baby?” Trevor asked, still staring into her eyes as he pulled out and pressed in when Jack backed off.

Lower lip between her teeth, Meg nodded, fighting off climaxing too soon.

Trevor rested his forehead against hers. “Give over and milk us dry whenever you need to.” He thrust hard, and Jack flicked her clit.

“Oh…” Her eyelids fluttered shut, and both men thrust harder.

Jack grasped her clit between two fingers and tugged.

“Oh, God!” Meg convulsed with her climax, her pussy and ass spasming and pulling on both men’s cocks.

They followed along with her, taking and grunting their pleasure, Trevor’s jaw clenched and eyes shut.

“So perfect, Meg,” Jack groaned against her neck as he stilled, his cock still deep inside of her ass.

“Fuck, yes.” Trevor’s murmured agreement against Meg’s lips brought a shuddering sigh from deep inside of her.

* * *

“How good was it?” Mindy asked, a twinkle replacing the sleepiness in her eyes as she peered at Meg over the rim of her coffee mug. “On a scale of one to ten?”

Meg closed her eyes, a shiver rippling over her skin at the memory of their bodies moving inside of her. “Fifty.”

Mindy giggled. “Holy fuck am I jealous.”

“You should be.” Meg sighed and sipped her coffee, and as women always do, she spilled every juicy bit of memory she’d latched on to, detailing both sexual encounters with the two men.

“Holy fuck,” Mindy said again when Meg finished. “I think I need to go take a cold shower.”

“You don’t think I made a mistake, do you?” Meg asked, her body once more humming with desire.

“I think those two are the reason life is coming back to your painting,” Kayla said. “Just be careful. You don’t need a broken heart for a different reason.”

“It was just a fling,” Meg reminded herself out loud for the tenth time. “Just the one night.”

“And, we’ve got two more before heading home.”

Meg glared at Mindy.

“Just sayin’.” Mindy winked and got up from the couch to refill her coffee.

* * *

Staying away from the men on Friday was the hardest thing Meg had ever done. Like a tuning fork, her body hummed to life every time they showed up in her periphery. She finished her second painting, and that evening by the fire, she chewed the inside of her lip to shit while fighting to keep from looking at them.

“Obviously, one night wasn’t enough for any of you,” Kayla said with a snicker.

“Tell me again how good it was,” Mindy said with a sigh, tilting her head back against her chair.

“Better than any lay of my life.”

Mindy sighed and lifted her head, glancing past Meg’s chair. “Two more nights until we leave. You might as well get your fill since they haven’t gotten theirs.”

“I agreed to only one night.”

“And, you want about fifty more,” Kayla murmured with another chuckle.

“I’m not getting involved.” Meg’s declaration didn’t come out nearly as firm as she’d aimed for.

“You already are.” Mindy pulled her ass off the Adirondack. “I’m pleasantly buzzed and ready for bed. What say you, Kayla?”

Smile still in place, Kayla pushed up, too. “Seems as though the night is closing in on you, Meg. The boys will keep you company if you ask, I’m sure.” Her dark eyes twinkled in the firelight, and Meg shook her head.

Her damn body wouldn’t obey her command to get up and go to bed, though. Once her friends disappeared through the screen door, she glanced over her shoulder.

Trevor crooked a finger at her.

She shook her head.

Jack held up his hands clasped together as if in prayer.

Trevor slid to his knees, his hands folding in the same reverent way.

Biting on her lip didn’t keep her smile contained. How could she say no to such a sight?

One more night, she told herself, stepping through the blueberry bushes. “One more,” she whispered, stepping into Trevor’s arms.

* * *

“Do you have to leave?” Jack asked, pulling Meg’s unruly hair around to her back and snuggling tight against her backside as he’d done the previous two mornings. She’d caved into their pleading both Friday night and Saturday.

“Kayla has an interview Monday morning.”

“We have the cabin for three more days.” Trevor’s blue eyes peered into hers as he ran a hand down along her waist beneath the sheet covering all three of them. “Stay with us. We’ll take you home.”

Meg chewed the inside of her lip. Three days of bliss certainly wouldn’t hurt. An almost week-long spring fling rather than three nights…

“I don’t think—”

Trevor kissed her, his soft lips brushing against hers, effectively shutting off her brain. “Don’t think,” he whispered into her mouth. “Just stay.”

“Please,” Jack said against the back of her neck.

A wave of peaceful exhaustion swept through Meg’s muscles, and she relaxed, once more snuggling against the warmth of the two men. “Okay.”

* * *

Both Mindy and Kayla sat in the living room with cups of coffee when Meg let herself in the screen door close to an hour later.

She’d fought her desire the night before and eventually gave in, picking her way through the darkness in nothing more than the blanket as she’d done the first night visiting their neighbors.

“Thought I heard you sneaking out last night,” Kayla said with a grin, her gaze sliding down over Meg’s state of disarray and the blanket she held tight against her chest.

Eyes sparkling pale green, Mindy opened her mouth, but Meg held up a finger and scurried to her bedroom for some real clothes. Face hot, she tugged on some leggings and t-shirt, and made her way back to the kitchen. “I’m going to stay with them until Wednesday,” she said, pouring a cup of coffee.

“You’re what?” Kayla asked.

Meg moved across the room and sat on the couch beside her while taking a couple of sips. “They’re going to take me home on Wednesday.”

Kayla’s brow shot up, and Mindy sighed. “Lucky, lucky girl,” she murmured into the steam rising from her mug.

“Are you going to be able to let them go when the time comes?”

Meg’s brow furrowed at Kayla’s question, and she sipped her black coffee again. “Of course. Why are you asking me that?”

“Because of the look on your face.”

“Which is?”

“Satiated bliss. Half-way in love.”

Meg snorted. “It’s called sexual satisfaction, something I haven’t experienced in a long-ass time.”

“If you say so.”

“They’re together forever, they said,” Meg reminded her friends, “and besides, three just doesn’t work long-term.”

“It does for some if the personalities and wants co-inside,” Mindy said.

Meg considered Mindy’s declaration while drinking down some coffee. “Well, that’s not what any of us are looking for.”

“Is that your only reservation?” Kayla asked.

Meg shrugged and pulled herself off the couch for a refill even though her cup was still half-full. “It’s just lust. Fulfilling a sexual urge.” The lie rang hollow in her ears.

Neither of her friends offered comment, and Meg took her filled mug back to her room to pack.