It’s no use.

The clock on my nightstand says it’s midnight, but I have to see them again.

To feel their hands on me.

And their mouths, among other things.

All because of that electrifying, panty-melting kiss from Hammer at work yesterday.

It’s a sad day, but hell, I can’t help it. No one can accuse me of trying to avoid them. I made such an effort for all this time, and after that kiss, I survived for over twenty-four hours before getting to this point.

I’m doing this.

Forcing myself out of bed, I change out of my pajamas into a t-shirt and jeans, and pull my hair back into a loose ponytail. For a good ten minutes, I wrestle with the question of whether or not to text them. I’m practically wearing down a line of my living room carpet as I pace back and forth. I go over the pros and cons of what to say in the message, what to tell them at their front door, what to do about the fact that they don’t live alone. Cody, Carter, or Connie can end up being the one to answer the door.

I lift my hands to my temples and take a seat on my sofa. No matter what, I’m seeing them tonight. My body can’t go on without them, especially knowing they live less than a mile from me. As I sit there, the memory of what we did in the parking lot comes back. I’m aching all over again.

The ache.

It’s had a hold on me since that sexy lunchtime hookup, and it won’t let me go. I feel it all the time now. At my desk at work, over at my part-time job at Baker’s Buns, when I’m home alone, before I go to sleep, and when I wake up.

They’re even in my dreams.

All I know is I won’t sleep restfully again until I have them once more.

Getting to my feet, I find my phone and send a group text to them both.

Me: Hi. It’s Ember. Are you awake? I think we need to talk.

We don’t need to talk.

We need to fuck.

That image Hammer planted deep in my skull is resonating at its own overpowering frequency. He and Deuce, taking turns fucking me, then fucking me at the same time. That’s the prognosis. I have no intention of talking when we see each other next, but can’t bring myself to send them a sexy ‘wanna fuck?’ text message that comes so easily for some people.

Neither of them answers my text, which has me questioning whether to even jump into my car and drive over there.

But I have to.

As much as I enjoyed those times in Vegas, I feel something different with Deuce and Hammer. A closeness. Probably because I see them everywhere, and have come to realize some key things about them.

They’re good guys.

Loving, fiercely protective fathers.

Loyal, brave, hardworking firefighters.

Admirable family men.

Hammer’s sister has brought their kids to the station a couple of times after school. Anyone can see these men adore their children.

And they want me.

Put all those facts together and what adds up for me is I’d be a fool to keep away from them. They’re willing to put their jobs on the line to be with me. To fight for me. How can I not want a bit of that too?

With my body and mind in agreement, I take in a deep inhale of air, grab my keys at the front door, and pull my winter jacket off the coat rack. I’m ready to grovel for sex if I need to.

But as I open my front door, I see that groveling won’t be necessary.

Not tonight.

Because their SUV is rolling up into my driveway.

And God, I hope they’re here to share me.

* * *

“We saw your text,” Hammer says to me as he and Deuce walk into my house.

I nod, biting down on my lip from the anticipation growing in me. I push the door shut, locking it with a decided click. Turning to them, I drop my keys and phone, take their winter jackets and mine, and hang the pile on one hook of the coat rack.

Yes, those coats are tangled up together just like the three of us will be. Except I’ll be in the middle, being driven to madness by two incredibly sexy, forbidden firefighters. I barely have time to conjure up a mental picture. Deuce takes my hand, and Hammer grasps the other. Neither of them has been to my place before, but Hammer guides me down the hall and up the stairs to the second-floor landing. My core is aching, my mind is on overload, and the way my heart is pounding, it’s no wonder I can barely breathe.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Deuce asks, and I let go of his hand to point at the door farthest from us.

He spins me around, freeing my other hand from Hammer’s, and holding only the back of my neck, backs me toward the door. “I hope you understand what this means,” he says to me.

“The risk you’re taking? I’m risking a lot too.”

“No. I’m not talking about risking shit. I’m saying that if we do this, you’re ours for as long as we want to keep going. Tonight, next week, whenever we want you.”

I know there’s a message in there beyond the words he says, but the attraction between us is too intense, too electrifying, too hot to allow me to focus. My core is throbbing. My clit is tingling. My panties are so drenched it’s all I can think of. There’s nothing in the Club M rules that say anything about being tied down if all parties agree to go at it for a second time. So, this must just be all their thing.

Deuce lifts my chin and gazes down into my eyes. “Do you understand what I’m getting at?”

I really don’t, but I nod anyway. Talking now is useless. Sparks are going off at the spot where his fingers touch my face. Besides, I let them into my house. I want them to share me. We’ll all be discreet about it after it’s over and done with. It’s really that simple.

Hammer pushes the bedroom door open and goes in ahead of me. I’m so mesmerized by Deuce’s blue eyes, and the way he licks his lips as though he’s getting ready to eat me up. I hold his gaze as he searches my eyes for something I can’t guarantee is there for him to find.

When his lips crash onto mine, none of his questioning or searching matter anymore. That kiss seals an unspoken deal and the moment freezes. He parts my lips and his tongue searches for mine, exploring my mouth as my hands find his chest and grip onto the fitted t-shirt he has on. As he pulls apart to show me into my room, I see Hammer at the side of my bed. His shirt is off, showing the rippling, bulky muscles I imagined in my mind and fantasized about touching. He’s a handsome-looking man, and the only thing that would make this image better is seeing those jeans drop.

And more light.

We need more light.

The room is so dark, lit only by the horizontal slivers of light coming in through the blinds. That won’t do. Taking in every sexy inch of both these men, and seeing every sinful thing we’ll do tonight is a big part of the excitement for me.

I can fantasize about only what I feel.

I want to see it all too.

As Deuce strips off his shirt and tugs at the waistband of his jeans, I step over to the nightstand and click on my adjustable light to a moderate setting. Hammer’s hands are on my shoulders before I can let go of the adjustment switch. He pulls me backward until my ass and back are up against his stomach and chest. I let out a nervous breath of air as he moves my hair to one side and lowers his face until his lips graze against a spot close to the back of my neck. I shiver with need. My eyes snap shut. And when his lips purse from a tender kiss, an unexpected sigh escapes my lips. I can’t remember ever being kissed there.

Then Deuce steps up in front of me. The heat of his body lets me know he’s there before my eyes open. And once our eyes connect, he smiles. While Hammer continues with the gentle touching, Deuce sits on the side of the bed. He finds the seam of my top near my waistband and slides his hand under, moving up until his palm completely covers one breast through my bra. Like before, his touch sets off an instant reaction in me. Both nipples harden to pebbles, and I get so wet.

Hammer must feel the movement from behind me. One hand slides from a spot on my hips, wandering forward until his fingers cover my mound through my jeans. Suddenly I’m wearing way too many pieces of clothing. I want them off. I want to be completely bare to feel everything when they touch me. Hammer reaches the other hand forward and finds the button on my waistband, snapping it open with deft fingers as Deuce uses his masterful hands to massage my breasts.

As Hammer pulls my jeans down my legs, Deuce lifts my shirt over my head. Then Hammer tugs at the hook at the back of my bra. It snaps off, and Deuce slides the bra straps down my arm. All I’m left wearing are my drenched panties. But Hammer drops to his knees behind me and finds the side of my hip with his mouth. He slowly slides the useless soaking wet fabric down my hips and legs, and when they get to my knees, he drags it down the rest of the way.

I step out of them, ready to feel everything these men are about to do to me. Hammer gets back to his feet, and this time, when he presses up to me, his cock is hard against my ass cheeks. His rough hands grip my hips, and at the same time, Deuce takes my breast into his mouth. The rush of heat moving through me is already almost too much to bear.

Hammer’s hands force my hips to bend as he positions his cock at my pussy. At the same time, Deuce takes off the rest of his clothes and returns to sit on the bed, his thick, rigid cock standing at attention, calling to me.

Hammer rumbles out a breath against my ear. “We’ve been waiting too long for this, Ember. When we take you this time, it won’t be slow and gentle. Maybe next time, or the time after that. But this time, it can only be rough… and hard.”

“What he said,” Deuce agrees, and parts his legs just enough for me to know what he wants me to do to him.

My lips around his cock.

Hammer’s cock entering me.

I’m so fucking ready that I place one hand on Deuce’s knee, and reach the other one back to Hammer’s waist.

“Okay,” I say eagerly in a sultry voice I hardly recognize.

The crinkling sound behind me tells me that at least one of us is thinking responsibly. Of course, I’m on the pill, but protection is essential too. I hear the condom wrapper hit the wooden floor and take a guess that Hammer’s slipping on the condom. One hands return to my hips, and one knee slips between my legs.

“Part those legs nice and wide for me, sexy,” he instructs me in a raspy grumble as his other hand slips between my slick folds. I do, and he adds, “Tell us what you want, Ember.”

“You,” I admit in a whisper. “Both of you. I want you both. To touch me. To take me. To make me cum. To do whatever you want with me.”

Deuce reaches a hand up to my face and cups my cheek. “Beg for it.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Take me, ple—”

I don’t get the entire word out because Hammer digs his hard, rough fingers into my hips and with one sharp movement, he drives his cock deep inside of me, all the way to the root. The hiss that leaves my lips as he does it only makes Deuce smile. As Hammer pulls back and sinks into me again, Deuce pulls my head down to the tip of his cock. He doesn’t have to say a word.

My lips part and I take as much of him into my mouth. My tongue moves along the head, and as I pull back, Hammer picks up the pace behind me. My pussy clenches tight around his girth all on its own as I taste, tease and explore every veined inch of Deuce’s shaft all the way to his balls, and every part of the velvety tip each time I pull back. His head tips back. His hand slides into my hair and grips a handful. My mind and my body are on overload, snapping back and forth from the pleasure Hammer creates between my legs to the reaction I’m causing in Deuce.

I don’t know what throws me so close to the edge. The pleasure Hammer causes as he fucks me harder, or the sight of Deuce as his eyes roll to the back of his head. But as Deuce groans out, “Cum with me,” my body obeys and we cum together.

Hammer isn’t far behind, and when he finally erupts, Deuce stretches out on my bed and makes room for me and Hammer to join him.

I collapse beside him. Hammer discards of his used condom in the waste bin beside my bed and slides in on my other side. To be honest, I can sleep just like this, but I know with these men, I won’t get any rest for at least a few hours.

They’re just getting started.

And I don’t mind that idea one bit.

Hell, they can make up for lost time.

All. Night. Long.