Warmth covers my legs and birds chirp around me. I stretch my arms out across my bed and yawn into my pillow. Last night spills through my head, first the whole thing with Emily then coming home with Nash and Clay.

I run my palms over my eyes and sit up. Just what time did I get back to my house anyway?

I blink and take in the room around me. Sunlight falls through a window, causing the warmth I felt on my legs, but it’s not my window.

I’m in the bedroom at the Murphy ranch.

My heart constricts. “Shit,” I hiss.

I leap up and search for my clothes. My underwear, shorts, and shirt are on the floorboards but my bra has vanished. I drop onto my hands and knees and look under the bed for it.

Without meaning to I fell asleep at Clay’s. No doubt my parents are worried sick. They’ll come looking for me.

And they’ll find me… at Clay’s.

I give up my search for the bra and stand up.

My hands shake as I pull on my panties and shirt. Any hope for a cover will have been blown. If I’m lucky, my parents will think I’m only sleeping with one man and not two.

But just one will be enough.

Someone knocks on the door. I jump and drop my shorts. The door opens and Clay pokes his head in.

“Morning.”

“I—I have to go,” I stammer. “My parents.”

“Nash already went and told them you’re here.”

“Are you serious?”

“He told them you came over to talk last night and fell asleep on the couch.”

“Oh.” I nod and give it some thought. “Well that’s better than...”

“Then what?”

I bite my lip. “Nothing.”

Clay crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. He’s fully dressed for the day, with his hat and work clothes on. “Your parents don’t like me.”

My jaw falls. “I...”

He shrugs. “I know what people around here think about me, Cheyenne. A lot of them don’t hide their opinions.”

“My mom likes you,” I offer. “She probably loves you considering you saved my life last night.”

He grins. “I’ll take that. Come on, I’ve got breakfast ready for you.”

I pull on my shorts and follow him out to the kitchen. The delicious smells of coffee and frying bacon fill the air. I take a seat at the round table while Clay busies himself at the stove.

The screen door flies open and Nash strides in. He smiles at me and my stomach bursts into butterflies.

“Morning.” He tips his hat at me.

“Good morning.” Memories of last night hit me again. The way the men touched me, it was like I was being worshiped. I felt like a goddess. And them entering me at the same time, filling me up till I felt like I would burst at the seams…

My face grows warm. I avert my eyes from Nash and take a hearty gulp of water.

Clay serves us breakfast and coffee and we dig in. The men eat nearly a dozen eggs between the two of them. They small talk about the ranch and the rodeo. Every few seconds one of them looks over at me.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but things feel different between the three of us.

It all feels more… comfortable.

Not that it matters. They’ll be gone soon.

Which is a great reason to enjoy them while they’re here.

Just twenty-four hours ago, I told myself I was done with the two of them. The looming heartache from their upcoming absence compounded with the possibility of my dad finding out about us just didn’t make the risk of running around worth it.

But last night makes it seem like I don’t have a choice.

There were a few minutes last night where I saw just how high the possibility of my death was. It stood right in front of me, staring down the barrel of that gun. It came out of nowhere, taking me by surprise and shaking me up.

Is my being alive today by chance? Was Nash and Clay’s coming over to check on me nothing more than great timing? Is my living and breathing today a fluke?

Whether it is or not, I know one thing for sure. I can’t waste time sitting in the backseat of life. Clay and Nash are in town for a few more days and I need to take advantage of their presence.

I don’t know just what’s going to happen once they’re gone. I don’t know what their absence will do to me. But I’ll deal with it.

Right now, I just need to focus on the present.

“We should be getting to the station,” Clay says.

“Oh,” I say in a small voice. “Our statements. I forgot all about them.”

Nash rests his hand on my leg. “Don’t worry. We’ll be with you.”

I give him a smile. He’s showing a tender side I didn’t think he had and I love it. I have to be careful not to get used to it.

We ride to the station in Nash’s truck. The police take us into separate rooms and we give them the same stories as we did last night. I recall everything I can, but it already feels like a lot of the details have slipped away. My mind has pushed the scene from last night as far back into its recesses as it can.

I’m afraid of seeing Emily again. The piercing, cold eyes of a woman who possibly planned to kill me aren’t something that’s ever welcome. Thankfully, the three of us are in and out fairly quickly.

Nash drives us back to Ello road. He goes right past my driveway and takes us to the Murphy ranch.

“I have class in a couple hours,” I tell them. “I can’t come over to your place.”

Nash doesn’t skip a beat. “You can for a while. We’ll drive you to class.”

I eye him. “But what about the rodeo? Don’t you have it tonight?”

“We’ll make it in time,” Clay answers. “Don’t worry.”

A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. Nash and Clay actually want to spend time with me… And it makes me crazily giddy.

Is it possible they feel some of what I’ve started to feel for them?

Or am I almost as crazy and stupid as Emily?

“Do you need anything from your house?” Clay asks while we walk across the yard.

“Just my books.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and falls into step with me. “I meant for right now.”

“Oh… No, I don’t think so.”

“Good,” Nash says right next to my ear. Shivers ripple through me.

The second the front door closes, Nash places his hands on my waist and pushes me against the wall. His mouth covers mine and his hands run up and down my torso. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my hips against him. His tongue swirls over and over mine, making me light headed.

He turns me back around and guides me to the couch. I fall down onto a cushion and Nash and Clay sit on either side of me. Clay’s lips meet mine, tender and slow in their movements.

I move my face from Clay’s to Nash’s, then back to Clay’s. Their individual tastes mix on my tongue, creating a sweet concoction. There will never be anything else like it. No one will ever kiss me like these men. No one else will ever make me delirious from pleasure. I’ve never been with anyone else but them, but my heart seems to know the truth.

They gently stretch me across their laps. Four hands roam across my body, massaging and caressing. My clothes come off and Clay and Nash roll me over, making me stomach down on their laps. They seem to have some kind of unspoken communication. Not for the first time, I get the sense they have a plan I’m not privy to.

They massage my back and legs, giving just the right amount of pressure in every spot. My eyes fall closed and I start to drift off.

A hand between my thighs jerks me back to life. Nash runs his fingers against my opening and up to my hard bud. He teases it, gently flicking and running his fingers in circles. I sigh and open my legs more. Warm juices flow out of me.

Two hard bulges grow against me as the men get just as turned on as I am. Nash inserts a finger inside of me and strokes along the ceiling of my channel. He hits a delicious spot and I moan.

Clay slips a hand between me and his lap and plays with one of my nipples. Nash pushes a second finger into me. The pleasure intensifies. I grip Clay’s jeans and erupt.

The aftershocks of the orgasm still coursing through me, I roll over. The men look down at me with smoldering eyes and parted lips. I’m no longer tired. Instead I’m ravenous. I want to taste their cocks. I want to have them both inside of me again. I want to experience every single possible way there is to screw two men at one time.

I nudge Clay to the side and get on my knees between the two of them. My hands fly down their chests and over their bulging jeans. Two dicks jerk under my touch.

“I don’t know who to taste first,” I admit.

Nash whistles low. “We’re not complaining.”

Clay runs his thumb across my lips. “You heard the man.”

I undo Nash’s jeans and release his dick. Turning to the side, I back up and onto Clay. He smooths his palm over my ass and gives it a light spank. A tickle of pleasure flows through me.

Seizing Nash’s length, I lean down and nudge it past my lips. It kisses my teeth and bulges against the roof of my mouth. Nash murmurs in approval and gathers my hair in his hands. He twists it into a tight bun and tugs slightly. A welcome kind of pain slices through my head and down my back.

I suck on his dick, taking it as far into my mouth as I can.

“Grab it with your hand,” Nash instructs.

I wrap my hand around the base and pump as I suck.

Clay shifts and eases himself under me. His face settles between my hips and his hands clamp onto my ass. Soft licks fall on my opening. I moan against Nash’s dick, the sound muffled and constrained.

Nash twists my hair tighter. His hips drive up into my mouth. Saltiness covers my tongue. Hot liquid spills along my teeth and hits the back of my throat. I swallow it all down, sucking with all my might.

Clay gets out from under me and stands up.

Nash eases me off of him and I sit up and wipe my mouth.

“Damn,” he curses, a side grin playing on his lips.

A hand latches onto my shoulder. I look up to see Clay naked and hard as a rock. My hand falls on his dick. Its velvet curves press into my palm and I stroke it delicately.

Clay backs away from me and sits down in the armchair across from the couch. He holds the base of his dick and stares in my direction. “Get over here.”

I climb awkwardly onto the armchair. Clay wraps his arm around my back and lowers me towards his dick. His point pierces and stretches my lips taut. I slide down the rest of the way, burying his length deep in my channel.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pushes me back and forth. I rock against him, each tilt faster than the last. My muscles tense and clench his dick. I’m getting closer to release, closer to exploding. I think I might lose consciousness.

Clay clutches me tighter and stands. I wrap my legs around him and look around in shock. “Where are we going?”

He crosses the hall with Nash in close pursuit. Once in the bedroom, Clay puts me down in the middle of the bed. He falls next to me and pulls me onto his chest. His opened mouth kiss greets me. I grasp at his smooth hair and bury my fingers in his locks.

His dick pushes into me again and he fucks me slowly from below. The bed groans as Nash gets behind me. A hand stretches one of my ass cheeks and a wet finger swivels over my hole.

Clay’s tongue massages my own and his hands run all over my back. Pressure hits my second hole. Nash starts to nudge himself into me. My skin resists, pushing back, but Nash keeps up. I grunt a bit from the pain of entry and the noise disappears into Clay’s throat.

Nash drives in all the way, taking up each inch of my channel. Moving as one, they both fuck me. With each thrust I slide up and down against Clay’s chest. Pleasure builds and travels through me at the speed of light. I scream the ecstasy out of me, my cry filling up the room.

Nash’s fingernails dig into my ass. He pounds me harder, skin slapping on skin, over and over. Both men grunt and groan. Nash slaps my raw butt cheek, leaving a stinging spot. Warm fluid fills my hole and he pulls away from me.

Clay buries his face in my neck and pistons into me. He groans and raises me off of him. His release covers my thigh.

I slip off of Clay and onto the sheets, where Nash waits for me. He pulls my face against his and kisses the tip of my nose.

Clay’s hand drops to my stomach. I watch it rise and fall with my breathing. The moment is a lot like the one last night, except even better.

I’m not going to freak out, I promise myself. They’re going to leave and I have to be okay with that.

My eyes burn. I blink rapidly to stop the tears from falling.

Maybe I’m not okay right now with the idea of Nash and Clay leaving.

But one day I will be.