Chapter 1 - Mackenzie

Thud, thud, thud!

Ugh, what the hell is that? I pinch my eyes closed tighter, not ready to face whatever is causing the sound of an elephant doing cardio in the empty side of my duplex townhouse.

Eireech! Slam!

My pulse quickens as my blood pressure threatens to blow the roof off this house.

Thunk! Crash!

That’s it! I spring my angry eyes open and they feel dry from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten. Sitting up in my bed, I can see that the sun still hasn’t even fully risen yet. Only light streaks of rays are beginning to break through the edges of my blinds. My burning eyes gaze over at my phone reading me the ungodly time of seven fifteen a.m.

Who the hell is doing renovations or what the fuck ever is making so much noise at this time of day? I tilt my head and don’t hear anything.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my eyes flutter closed and I slump back against my mattress, snuggling comfortably under my blankets.

I’m not what you’d call a morning person on the best of days. I feel sleep begin to roll over me like a warm, wonderful fog.

Plunk, crunch!

Fuck! I pop up in my bed like a jack-in-the-box and swing my feet over the side. This is ridiculous. I don’t know who is hosting a three-ring circus next door, but Barnum and Bailey better shut that shit down.

I stomp across my cool tile floor and shiver, despite the rage boiling my blood. Anyone who says San Diego doesn’t get cold in the winter is a liar. I mean, obviously it’s not buried in a mountain of snow type of cold, but there’s a distinct nip in the air late at night. Or in this case, in the early mornings.

I grab my little silk housecoat and cinch it around my waist. The pink fabric slides against my upper thighs as each new sound from the other side of my duplex drives nails into my brain. I step into my slippers and burst out of my bedroom door like a hurricane.

Storming down the flight of stairs, I fling my front door open and see a long U-Haul facing me. It’s parked on the street. Flames of anger lick up in my belly as I see that it’s also blocking my little red car in my driveway.

“Okay,” I seethe through clenched teeth, “that is it!” I walk to the open front door only a few feet from mine and peer inside for the rude new neighbor who thought this would be the ideal time to move in.

However, all I see are a graveyard of boxes, lined up like tombstones across the living room.

“Hello?” I call in, straining my tired eyes as I search for a human face. Of course, I don’t see anyone. I don’t hear anyone either.

I know I shouldn’t do it, but I step inside. With the same open concept design as my side of the building, I can see there’s no one on the main floor. I take the stairs to the upper level and am shocked when I don’t see anyone in the bedrooms either. Just boxes. So many boxes.

“Can I help you?” I startle at the deep, serious voice cutting through the silence.

I turn and my voice catches in my throat as my eyes travel over a tall, sexy man frowning at me. I can’t help but notice the colorful sleeves of tattoos blazed over his arms or how his skin-tight tank top licks the ridges of his abs.

I clear my throat and somehow find my tongue, not to mention my temper, “Yes, I suppose you can. Who are you?” I throw my hand on my hip indignantly jutting my chin out at the stranger.

“Who am I? You’re the one breaking into my house, who are you?” He levels me with his mahogany eyes.

The man makes a good point.

“Well, the only reason I came in here was to tell you to keep it down. Do you have any idea what time it is? Who moves into a new place first thing in the morning?” I snap back at him.

“People who have a lot of unpacking to do if they want their place put together by night,” his voice rumbles like an earthquake. We get a lot of those in California. Yet, they never make me as wet as his deep baritone is now.

“Well, that’s pretty inconsiderate you know. Not to mention a shitty way to introduce yourself to the neighbors.” He shakes his head at me and laughs. The anger that was starting to shrink down inside me flares back up.

“You’re kidding, right?” He smirks. I’d be more pissed if he didn’t look so damned sexy with that half-cocked smile on his scruffy face.

“I most certainly am not!”

“You came over here, in your nightie and slippers, broke into my house actually,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “to lecture me on making a bad first impression on the neighbors? You don’t see the irony in that?”

Well, I didn’t.

I open my mouth to answer, but another voice cuts me off.

“Hey, man, you just took off on me. You taking a break or what?” A toned man who doesn’t look any older than the first comes around the corner. “Whoa, who’s she?” He jerks his thumb at me.

My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle not to drool over all this man candy. My God, as if Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed wasn’t making it hard enough to concentrate. Now I’ve got to try to form coherent sentences with his friend Mr. Yoga Body with the blond, shaggy hair and clean cut jaw that’s so sharp it looks like it could cut diamonds.

For a moment, the sight of them overwhelms me in the best possible way. I realize my famous temper has almost been as dampened as my underwear with my desire.

Under different circumstances, meeting these two guys could bring on some amazing opportunities.

“I’m Mackenzie,” I answer the blond guy’s question. “And I don’t appreciate being woken up with all the noise, for one. For two, you’ve blocked in my car with your truck.”

“So, let me get this straight,” the dark-haired guy responds, “you’re pissed that it’s early and we woke you up?”

“Right,” I nod curtly.

“But you’re also pissed that you can’t get your car out, you know, when you were sleeping,” his dark eyes twinkle as he wordlessly calls checkmate on my complaints.

I puff back up, ready to give him another earful, but his friend holds up his hands.

“Yo, don’t be a dick. Sorry Mackenzie, we weren’t being very thoughtful. I’m Luke,” he holds out his hand and I shake it, his eyes are so blue, I can almost hear the crashing waves of the ocean as I gaze into them.

“And never mind this grump,” Luke tilts his head toward the dark-haired man still brooding in the doorway, “Jake’s a writer, so he’s not actually that good with people. He writes them pretty good, but talking to them when they’re all living and breathing and shit, that’s not his strong suit.” He smiles easily and I can’t help but smile back.

“Yeah? Well for someone who’s so talented at meeting people, it’s too bad none of them will give you a real job,” Jake shoots back and rolls his eyes.

“Dude, you know that’s a dagger right here, right?” He taps his long fingers over his heart and I chuckle. “My jewelry is my job, man. Anyway, stop being so mean.”

“Whatever,” Jake answers, then his eyes hold mine in another stare down. “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal, we’ll try to be quieter and move our truck out of your way and you try not to make a habit of breaking and entering. Sound fair?” He folds his tattooed arms over his broad chest and I can’t help but lick my lips.

“Fine,” I can feel my nipples form into little peaks against my nightie. I’m sure this thin robe is doing nothing to hide the fact. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep. I was up late last night bartending and I’m exhausted,” I try to be snippy but my temper is like a solar flare. It burns hot and bright in a flash and then it’s over. Still, I try to keep my head held high as I brush past the two hard-bodied men and make my way down their stairs. I throw my red hair, fiery like maple leaves in autumn over my shoulder and make my grand exit.

Seconds later, I’m in my side of the duplex and close the door behind me. I lean back on it and breathe deeply as the images of those perfect men replay themselves in my mind.

I need a shower. But I know there’s no scrubbing these dirty thoughts from my mind.

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Chapter 2 - Mackenzie

The warm water cascades over my skin as I tilt my head back toward the shower head. I feel my long, curly hair grow from my elbow down to my waist as the weight of the water pulls out the bounce.

There was no point in going back to bed. Not when I’m all worked up like this. I reach for my bodywash and squeeze a little puddle of the ivory liquid onto my washcloth before working up a lather of bubbles. The soap leaves a trail of shimmer on my skin as I drag the cloth down my arms and across my breasts.

With my eyes closed, I picture my new neighbors in here with me. Jake, the dark and brooding one is washing my breasts while, in my mind, Luke, the blond one is kissing a path down my neck.

Mmmm.

I let my fingers slide between my closely shaved lips and find my clit as I let the fantasy unfold. The two of them are so tall, so powerful, they could do anything they wanted to me. The thought gets my heart racing as I imagine twice the hands on my body. Twice the tongues licking and savoring every inch of me. Twice the cocks filling me.

“Ohhh,” I slap my palm against the tile wall of the shower as my orgasm shudders through me quickly.

Damn, I guess I was even more worked up than I thought. I didn’t even need to grab my waterproof rabbit vibrator to help me finish the job.

I smile as my muscles finally unwind and my tension eases in the glow of my bliss. It might have been annoying to wake up the way I did today, but my annoyance has washed down the drain with my vanilla scented bodywash.

After all, what’s a little annoyance for an orgasm like that? I figure we’re even.

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Chapter 3 - MacKenzie

I raise my hands over my head and twist into a long stretch as I open my eyes. The guys next door made good on their word to keep things down and I managed to get caught up on some sleep with a catnap.

Finally feeling rested, I happily hop out of bed and grab my phone. I’m shocked when it tells me it’s after eight in the evening. I must have been more tired that I realized.

That’s the thing about working nights, they leave you like some kind of modern vampire, permanently unable to deal with daylight hours.

And the thing with working in a bar, even a classy whiskey bar like I do, is that on your days off, the last place you want to go is out to clubs or pubs. No, tonight is all mine and I’m going to enjoy every second of it curled up on the couch with my Kindle. Maybe later I’ll catch up on some of the shows I’ve been missing with a huge, buttery bowl of popcorn. But right now, all I want to do is get lost in a nice, light read.

I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gasp at the state of my red locks. More like red fireball, damn it, this is why I don’t go to bed with wet hair! I frown at myself in the mirror, thinking about how long it’s going to take to fix this mess.

I run my hands under the tap and smooth them over my wild hair until it’s completely damp, but manageable. I’ll grab my spray conditioner in a second, but first I brush my teeth.

No sooner than I spit into the sink do I hear a blast of music from my neighbors. Oh well, I shrug in the mirror. If they’re going to be loud, this is the time of day I don’t care. Unlike seven in the morning, when I can’t function.

I smile as my mind replays my introduction to Jake and Luke this morning. I know I shouldn’t have been so angry, but sometimes it’s just impossible to contain this temper inside. My mother had it. Her mother had it. There’s a long line of Irish in these veins. Maybe that’s why I’m such a natural at the whiskey bar.

“MacKenzie!” I tilt my head as my name interrupts my thoughts. Peeping out the bathroom window down at my front lawn, I slump my shoulders over and sigh.

“No,” I moan. “Not him. Not now.”

I cringe as Chris stands on the small patch of green shared by me and the new neighbors holding an 80’s style boombox overhead and yells out my name again.

Fuck.

Here’s the other downside to working my job, without fail, you get some sad, clingy patron who is utterly convinced that you’re somehow the one for him.

Chris is harmless, but he’s a pest. A persistent one at that. The first time he walked into my bar with his group of friends, I felt sorry for him. He was out of place with the strong, sexy men who surrounded him. Like an adult child, I could easily picture him at home playing with his still-in-the-package collector’s item comic book toys. The very grown and very hot guys he showed up with couldn’t be less like him. Where he looked like he might still watch Sesame Street, they looked like Leonardo DiCaprio and his friends from the Wolf of Wall Street.

“MacKenzie!” He cries out again, ripping me back to the scene unfolding below.

I sigh and rush downstairs, flinging my front door open with anger for the second time today.

“Chris, what the fuck are you doing? Do you think you’re in an 80’s movie? Put that thing down and get out of here,” I point at the boombox he holds over his head.

“Oh, so you do know this guy,” my head jerks over to Jake’s smug voice and smile.

Standing in their own front entryway, Jake and Luke are enjoying the theatrics that Chris is humiliating me with.

I refuse to look at their tall frames. I can’t meet their stares. In each of their hands is a beer that they sip nonchalantly while this moment drags on.

“Yeah, he’s a regular at my bar,” I snip back.

“MacKenzie,” Chris interrupts, “I know you’ve told me there’s no chance for us, but I need you to listen to this song and look into my eyes and tell me you still don’t feel the same way,” the pale, slight waif of a man cuts in. He’s been frequenting my bar three nights a week since I made the mistake of taking pity on him and flirting with him, harmlessly I might add – just to make him feel like less of a loser that night. That’s a mistake I’ll never make again.

“Chris, go home. Seriously, go home right now or I’m turning on the sprinklers again,” I glare at him.

“Again?” Jake muses. “And we’re the annoying neighbors, huh? Who’s interrupting lives with noise and, well whatever the hell this is,” he holds up his palm at Chris, “now?”

My cheeks burn up and I turn away from Jake. I refuse to get into this with him, especially because he’s right.

Chris lowers the boombox to his shoulder and presses play. I didn’t think this moment could get worse, but as “Song” fills my ears, I know that I was wrong. So wrong.

“Dude, I’m cringing so hard right now,” Luke calls out as Chris raises the relic from the 80’s over his head and stares me down.

The cheesy lyrics pour from the low-quality speakers and I shake my head.

“Do you want us to take care of him?” Luke’s deep voice draws my gaze back to him.

“Possibly,” I consider the offer.

The guys both stand up taller and I reconsider. “No, don’t hurt him. He’s harmless, annoying, but harmless,” I raise my hands to stop them.

“We won’t hurt your boyfriend,” Jake smiles.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Not in this lifetime or any other.” I snap loudly and a look of pain flinches across Chris’s face.

“Hey man, turn that off, will ya?” Luke calls out.

“Not until the song is over,” Chris answers, literally standing his ground.

“Dude, it might not sound like it, but that song is done. Shut it off, man.”

For a second Chris stays still. The only thing moving is his eyes darting between me and the guys. Then, he listens and clicks the stop button, lowering the stereo to the ground.

“Good man,” Jake smiles. “Listen, I think you must be confused or something because MacKenzie is already taken, bud. She doesn’t have time for this stuff.” He leaves his front door step and walks over to me.

“Taken? By you?” Chris tries to process the idea slowly as Jake stands beside me and slings his arm over my shoulder. His beer dangles from his hand and wafts up to my nose.

“By just me? Nah,” Jake nods at Luke, who also joins us on my step and throws his free hand around my waist.

A shiver runs through me as I’m flanked by these two sexy guys. If only.

“Yah, man, she’s got her hands full.” Luke agrees.

“Not just her hands, if you catch my drift,” Jake adds.

I’d be embarrassed by his suggestion if I didn’t sorta wish it were true.

Betrayal for a relationship that never existed flashes in Chris’s eyes. “Oh,” he finally utters.

“Yeah, she’s got, like twenty inches of cock between us, right MacKenzie?” Luke spells it out. “There’s no room for more.”

“Well, probably more like nineteen, right?” Jake interrupts. “You’re packing more like nine, if we’re honest,” he teases his friend.

“Dude, really?” Luke answers.

I can’t help but smile. On the lawn, Chris picks up his boombox and slowly retreats to his car like a lost puppy as the guys hold me between them.

Finally, after one more mournful look over his shoulder, he gets in his car and drives away and the guys break out into laughter.

“There, I think we solved your issue for you,” Jake grins down at me.

“Thanks,” I can’t help but smile back.

“So, is this what you always wear?” Luke asks and I swirl my head over to him checking me out in my short nightie.

Heat blooms over my cheeks as I realize that I’m still half naked between them. “No, I went back to bed. Ugh, this whole day has been a total shit show.” I shake my head.

“Well then, let’s brush that off and start again. How about you come over for some drinks? I think we earned a do-over, don’t you?” Jake levels me with his intense gaze.

“I think so,” I agree. “Just let me get changed, I’ll be right over.”

“Aww, I like this look,” Luke still slowly devours my body with his hungry eyes. I feel my nipples harden as they both stare at me.

“I’ll only be a minute,” I force myself to pull away from them and go back inside.

Damn they’re hot. I need to hurry, I don’t want to miss a second of this night.

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Chapter 4 - MacKenzie

Taking the stairs two at a time, I race to the top and quickly make my way to my bedroom closet. I know there’s no big hurry, but I’d like to get changed as fast as I can so I still have a little time to put on some lip gloss and eyeliner before I tackle my crazy mane.

Sch-wip, sch-wip! I slide the hangers across the bar and eye up my outfits. I decide on a flirty, short skirt and a form fitting tee. It isn’t long before I slip into a matching bra and thong and layer my choice of clothes for the night over top.

My feet fit snugly in my ballerina flats and I stop by my full-length mirror to take a peek at the completed ensemble. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

My eyes travel over my body slowly, like Luke’s did earlier and a tiny shiver runs through me with delight.

I remember, when I could never imagine any guy looking at me like that. When I was in junior high and had a face full of hormonal acne and a mouth full of braces, I never imagined I’d ever be anything but ugly. The fact that my mother insisted I perm my short hair into tight, poodle-like curls didn’t help things either.

Now, my hair is more work, but I love how it flows over my shoulders and down my back like a trail of hot lava.

It doesn’t take that long to tame my casual curls into submission. Then with a swipe of lip gloss and some quick work with my eyeliner, I’m ready to go.

I check the time on my way back downstairs, it only took me twenty minutes. Not bad.

Making my way to the dining room, I linger in front of my liquor cabinet as I decide what to bring over. You don’t work for years at a classy bar and not learn a thing or two about booze.

I pluck a bottle of Monkey Shoulder from my collection of amber bottles of aged whiskeys and head out.

Rapping my knuckles against my new neighbors’ door, I tilt my head and listen as I hear someone walking toward the door. It sweeps open and reveals Luke with a grin on his face.

“Well, well, looking good. And you brought a welcome gift too, nice.” He lifts the bottle from my hand. “Come in, make yourself at home,” he moves from the door and I cautiously walk inside as if I didn’t just barge in here only hours ago.

In all honesty, it doesn’t feel like the same place at all. My mouth drops open as I walk into the living room, now completely put together. I twirl in the middle of the room, in disbelief that they’ve made so much progress on moving day. When I first came here, it took me a month to get unpacked fully.

“The place looks amazing,” I smile at my guests, both carefully watching me.

“Thanks,” Luke responds. “That’s why we started so early today, we wanted to have it done by tonight,” he explains.

I stare too long into his beautiful blue eyes, even after he has spoken. They’re hypnotic.

“How about a drink?” He holds up the bottle I brought, breaking the spell.

“Sounds great,” Jake agrees. I nod my head.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Luke nods at the leather sofa across the room before disappearing into the kitchen.

I take a seat and Jake joins me. For once, he’s not staring me down with his deep brown eyes. He’s not scowling or smug. Instead, he leans back and relaxes, like he hasn’t had the chance to sit down all day.

Judging by this place, neither of them have.

Luke returns with our drinks and sits on the chair across from us with a friendly smile.

“So, you mentioned you work nights?” He breaks the ice.

“Yeah, I’m a bartender at a whiskey bar downtown,” I answer and take a long gulp from my drink. It goes down smooth, tracing a warm trail down my throat.

“Oh, cool. Is that where that guy came from?” He nods back at the door as if Chris is still standing out on the front lawn with a boombox.

“Yeah, he came in for drinks one night and became obsessive,” I explain.

“Not hard to see why,” Luke’s friendly smile evaporates from his face as his gaze freely explores the curves of my body.

I clear my throat and look at Jake, who still hasn’t said a word. “So, what do you guys do for a living? Are you brothers? Or…?

“Luke and I have been friends since we were kids,” Jake sits up taller and I notice how his muscular shoulders seem to grow even wider as he breathes in.

“Yep, this guy has had my back since grade seven. Wouldn’t trade him for the world,” Luke agrees. “As for jobs, I dabble mostly. I like to think of myself as an artist.” He brushes his shaggy, blond locks from where they’ve fallen across his bronze-kissed forehead.

In his skin-tight tee, I can’t help but notice his tightly coiled muscles and the deep cut ridges between his well-defined abs. For a second I picture my tongue running over every bump.

“That’s Luke’s way of saying he doesn’t get paid well. He makes jewelry that he supposedly sells down at the beach. However, I think he spends more time on his board than at his table.”

“Dude, the waves are my inspiration. I get my best ideas when it’s just me and the waves.”

“I’ve never tried surfing,” I admit. “I’ve always wanted to though.”

“You should totally come to the beach on your next day off with me. I’ll show you the ropes,” Luke’s blue eyes brighten at the thought.

“Thanks, I might do that.”

“Don’t thank me, if I get to see that bod in a bikini, I’m the one who should thank you,” he smiles.

Normally, I enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, it’s pretty rare that I’ll go for someone so bold. However, I can’t help but smile at Luke. There’s something about him that’s incredibly sincere, and possibly, incredibly dirty. I like it.

“Didn’t you say you’re a writer?” I turn in my seat and face Jake. His eyes narrow at Luke and then focus back at me.

“No, I believe someone else mentioned that,” he keeps his lips pursed. So much for small talk.

“Hey man, tell her what you write,” Luke eggs him on.

Jake’s eyes flash as he gives his room mate a pointed look.

“He writes dirty books,” Luke continues, “tell her, dude.”

I watch as Jake sighs and takes a long drink from his glass, emptying it. “How about you get some more drinks, huh?” He hands his glass to Luke, and I follow suit.

“Dirty books?” I don’t let him change the subject so easily. “What kind of dirty books?”

Jake rubs his hand over his dark scruff as the corners of his full lips twitch. When he looks into my eyes, I feel like I might melt right here on the couch. His eyes are so intense, I can’t make myself look away.

“The kind that make you pull your vibrator out from under the mattress because you get so worked up. The kind that get stuck in your head and make your heartbeat quicken when little flashes of the story run back through your mind. Those types.” His rich voice rumbles.

“Yeah, he writes erotica. Real filthy stuff too, and chicks love it. You girls are a lot dirtier than you like to let on,” Luke returns to the room with drinks.

I don’t answer. I slowly sip another glass of whiskey on the rocks as I think about how my own Kindle may have had a few stories like that on it from time to time. And by that, I mean tons of them right now. I wonder if I’ve read any of his?

“What’s your last name?” I search through the files of my brain for any erotica author’s named Jake that I may have read.

“It’s Black. But that’s not the name I write under.”

“Well, what name do you write under,” I press him.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he trails his fingers down my arm and the room suddenly feels warmer.

“How do I know you’re not going to write some smutty story about me, hmmm?” I bite my lip and look up at him.

“Well, that depends on whether or not you give me something to write about,” his eyes quickly flicker over me.

“I’ve got an idea for you, why don’t you write about a hot redheaded girl who works at a bar?” I smile coyly.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Jake closes the gap between us on the couch. “How about I write about a stunning woman with hair like the extinguishing deep reds of a sunset,” he runs his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “Who is completely ravaged by two men at the same time,” he draws his face closer until his lips are hovering over mine. I can’t believe how wet just the suggestion has made me. I can’t believe how much I want him, them, to paint that picture with their actions instead of words.

“Show me,” I whisper, and Jake kisses me hard, his lips desperate for mine as I feel Luke sit behind me on the couch.

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Chapter 5 - MacKenzie

I didn’t realize that a couch could feel so small. Flanked on each side by Jake and Luke, the delicate skin on my neck is being sucked, kissed and bitten from every direction, sending zaps of electricity down to my clit.

Jake pulls up my shirt, sliding his large hands under the hem as I hold my hands up in the air. His strong, tattooed arms flex as he tugs me free from the fabric. Behind me, Luke makes quick work of unclasping my bra, exposing my breasts.

Jake’s breath teases my skin as he leans over me, billowing over my taut nipples. Pushing my arms together in front of me, I squeeze them together so my breasts invite his mouth to taste them. His wet tongue presses into my skin, tracing the side of my breast before hungrily pulling my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. I mewl as he teases each breast, dancing his tongue over my diamond-hard nipples in tantalizing strokes.

“Pull up your skirt,” Luke’s voice is ragged with passion. I pull the fabric up around my waist, his fingers slide under the elastic band of my panties as he guides them down my legs. No sooner than he tosses them to the floor, he puts his mouth on my trimmed pussy. The heat of his mouth makes me grind against his lips in anticipation.

I can’t imagine what his tongue will feel like pressed into my pussy when only the warmth of his skin and the steam of his breath already has me on the edge. Luke licks his tongue over the opening of my mound and pushes open my swollen lips. I twist my skirt in my hands, holding it close so I can watch as Jake suckles and nibbles at my breasts while Luke kisses my pussy on his knees. I watch him flatten his pink tongue, delving in between my lips, sweeping it upward until a pulse of electricity zaps through my core as he finds my clit.

I gasp as he rolls his tongue over my sensitive nub, but get used to the heightened feeling developing between my legs. He flicks small strokes against my clit, making my ass tense up and clench as a warm feeling builds in my belly. His licking picks up and he twists his tongue over my clit in every direction driving me to the brink of my sanity.

I rock my hips toward his face, pushing his mouth down harder until a wave of ecstasy washes over me overwhelming my senses, making me shut my eyes and roll my head back. Another, stronger wave crashes through me. I cry out at the unexpected euphoria that pulses through me, shooting out through my limbs. Luke looks up at me with a satisfied smirk.

“How about we take this party upstairs,” Luke stands up and extends his hand to me. I let him help me from the puddle I’m melting into on the couch, wearing only my skirt, I hurry up behind him on the stairs as Jake follows me, getting a full view of my naked ass in his face.

As we walk down the hall my knees are still so weak from my orgasm I have to cling onto both men for support. I enter the bedroom and only glance at the full, oversized bookcase and art on the walls to know without asking that it’s Jake’s. Everything is so neat, so perfect. It looks like a set for a movie not like a place someone actually lives. I look around the room for something, anything to be out of place, but nothing is.

Luke walks up behind me and pulls me back against him, I can feel the hard outline of his erection pressing into my ass as he grinds into me. Jake strips down quickly, ripping off his tank top and revealing that the tattoos covering his arms also travel across his pecs and over his shoulders. Luke pulls my earlobe into his mouth and slides a couple of fingers inside my pussy. I clench down tightly as Jake drops his pants and shows that he wasn’t exaggerating earlier about his cock. I let my straps fall and he takes off my bra casting it aside as well.

Moving around me Luke takes my breast in his mouth, kissing my sensitive nipples softly. He releases my breast from the pleasure of his mouth only long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it onto the floor beside us in a crumpled pile. I admire his fit physique, smoothing my hands down his brawny shoulders and down over his defined pecs, I notice how tiny my fingers look stretched across his strapping chest.

“You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?” Jake growls in my ear, swooping in behind me and effortlessly picks me up, leaving Luke to strip his pants. Dropping me down onto his bed Jake’s thick cock swings in my face.

Lowering my hands, I traverse across the six pronounced muscles in his stomach, which appeared to have been carved from stone. This allows my fingers to graze against the hollows between his well-defined abs.

“I do,” my heart is pounding with excitement and my throat is dry as I utter the words.

“Good girl,” Jake answers. “Now are you a really good girl? Are you on the pill?” He asks as he wraps his heavy hand in my long hair.

“I am,” my voice is almost caught in my throat as I imagine these two gorgeous men fucking me hard, without protection. I don’t mean to let out the deep, guttural moan that escapes my lips as I picture them both filling me with their cum.

Jake guides my face down to his cock and I waste no time taking him in my mouth. I feel the bed move under Luke’s weight as he moves in behind me and I immediately submit to his hand as he pushes me down onto all fours.

Luke rubs the head of his dick against the outside of my pussy and I position my hips to accept him. Jake holds my hair tight in his hand, his eyes full of fire as he watches more and more of his length disappear down my throat.

Luke pushes his member into my pussy all the way down to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back against him as he bottoms out. His balls slap against my clit, making me groan with bliss.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I answer in moans, vibrating my lips on Jake’s cock, making him grunt in appreciation.

They both start fucking me hard. I bounce back and forth between them, I moan and grunt with pleasure as they find their rhythm on either end me. Their cocks plunge into me like pistons in a well-oiled machine. Their pace picks up. Harder. Faster. We speak in garbled grunts and moans as I bounce between them feeling stretched and filled to my limit.

Suddenly, Jake pulls free from my vacuumed lips and Luke follows his lead also pulling out of my tight pussy. At first, I think they want to switch places, but when Jake jumps off the bed, I get confused.

“Where are you going?” My voice is raspy.

“Not far,” he smiles, stopping at his night side table and pulling open the drawer. I can see his grab a bottle from inside, and he holds it up in front of my face. “A dirty girl like you deserves to be fucked properly.” He opens the cap and pours some of the clear lotion onto his hand in a pool. “I want to put my cock here,” his fingers slide up between the cheeks of my ass and a shiver of passion runs through me, “while Luke fucks you here.” He leans over my pussy and swipes his tongue over me making me cry out.

I’ve never taken two guys like this before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming. Thinking of feeling both of them inside me down there at the same time is making me wetter than I’ve ever been.

Luke lies on his back on the bed and pulls on my arms, “Come here, get on top of me,” he coaxes me.

“Okay,” in a simple word I give my permission to be taken, by both of them. Butterflies float through me as I slide my pussy over Luke’s girth. He grunts with approval as I tense up around him, trying to relax as Jake slides his lube covered thumb into my asshole. I twist as he expertly maneuvers his thumb, helping me get ready for what’s to come.

Below me, Luke pulls my pebbled nipple into his mouth, his fingers are laced with mine and he pulls my arms over my head as he teases me. Behind me, I can feel Jake position himself and liberally lubricate his huge cock with more of the shimmering liquid.

Jake slowly, but firmly pushes the tip of his cock between my spread ass cheeks and stops when he meets my body’s resistance. “Relax,” he rubs his hand over my ass, and I try to listen. He pushes his thick cock inside and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

The two men find their rhythm in fucking me, one in my ass and one in my pussy as I let the unbridled ecstasy flood my senses. I feel like I’m riding a wave of pleasure and that Luke and Jake are providing the waves. I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s amazing.

Jake’s legs vibrate behind me as a shudder overtakes him. He fills my ass, still holding me in place as his thick seed fills me up. The sensation of his cum emptying into me drives me wild, an unexpected orgasm ripples through me making me clench my pussy tight around Luke’s cock.

Luke groans as he thrusts deep into my pussy, his cum spurting into me as I milk every last drop from him. He pulls out and collapses back onto the bed, and Jake carefully pulls free from my tight ass and lies on the other side. I join them, snuggling between each of them as they bookend me from either side. I feel so safe and warm between them, their naked bodies pressed against me.

Our panting fills the room as we struggle to gain composure. It feels like an eternity before I’m able to speak. “That was amazing.”

“We thought you might enjoy yourself.” I can feel Luke’s grin against my shoulder.

“So, what happens now? With the three of us?”

“What would you like to happen, MacKenzie?” Jake questions me, pulling me a little closer to him.

“I want to keep being with both of you,” I answer truthfully.

“Well, I don’t see why that can’t be the case,” he responds.

“We don’t mind sharing.” Luke agrees.

As we drift off into a slumber, I can’t help but think of the expression ‘friends with benefits.’ It’s supposed to be the best of both worlds, but I think I’ve done one better. Looking at each of my neighbors with benefits, I smile and let myself drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep.