Cody’s the first to get back to the house. He thanks me for my help again and again while I grab my coat and keys. We end up talking about the baking business for a while. It’s refreshing to find someone as passionate for the baking business as I am. I think to ask him where Deuce and Hammer are, but when I open the front door to leave, I see them waiting beside the SUV.

They invite me to get inside, and without speaking another word, I go with them. They take me on a short ride, and swing by Jameson’s house first. Both appear satisfied to see a moving truck parked outside, but they don’t get into what went down. Our trip ends on the driveway outside the house where Jameson’s son lived. He’s been gone for a while, since he got the eviction notice from Cody and his brothers over a month ago.

Inside the house, the place is empty but spotless. They lead me to the master bedroom. It’s furnished with a king-sized bed at the center of the room, scented tealights are everywhere I look, and there’s a little velvet box at the center of the bed. Even at this distance, I can’t miss it. It stands out against the white bedding drawing my eyes to it.

“Wow… this is beautiful,” I whisper. “You did all of this…for me?”

It’s the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

Hammer takes my hand and squeezes it lightly. “It’s for all of us.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.”

“Thank you,” I mutter, touched by the gesture, and also at a loss because what they did seems more than romantic. It feels… serious.

And we can’t afford to go down this path.

Not now.

Probably not ever.

“Aren’t you curious about what’s in the box?” Deuce asks.

“I’m afraid to look.”

“Why?”

“Because…if it is what I think it is, I don’t know if I can accept it.”

Deuce places a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not an engagement ring. It’s not a ring at all. Check the box and don’t jump to conclusions.”

They stand at the door, waiting. I step forward, committing every inch of the space to memory. The sparse décor doesn’t detract from the room. It does the opposite, accentuating the immense size of the bed, the flickering tealights’ that illuminate the space so magically and cast captivating shadows everywhere.

I notice the sharp intake of air at my lips as I hold my breath and pick up the box. It’s near impossible to not jump to conclusions. It’s a gift box meant for jewelry. No matter what’s inside, I have to take it to mean something. No one gives a person a gift like this on a whim or for no reason in particular.

That’s why I’m have trouble bringing myself to open it.

And no matter what it is, I have to keep it a secret. I mean, if I wear it and someone asks who it’s from, what am I supposed to do? Tell them the truth? Admit that it’s from two men I have feelings for, guys who are off limits? And what if my father’s the one doing the asking?

I can’t shake the tension in my muscles as I turn to face them. “I can’t accept this,” I whisper.

“She hasn’t opened it yet,” Hammer says to Deuce as though I can’t hear them.

“I know,” I say, jumping into their sidebar conversation. “And it’s best if I don’t.”

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Deuce answers Hammer, still ignoring what I’ve said as he runs the back of his hand across his chin. He steps up to me. “Hand it over.”

“What?” I meet his intense eyes with a questioning gaze of my own.

He holds out his hand, palm facing up, waiting for me to relinquish their gift. “If you’re not curious at all, or if you don’t think you’re ready to see what’s inside, then give it back to me. No pressure. I’ll put it somewhere for safekeeping until you’re ready.”

“Well, I didn’t say I wasn’t curious. Tell me what it is. I’ll decide if I should keep it or give it back.”

“It doesn’t work that way, and you know it, Ember.” He reaches up with the other hand and gently tucks some stray strands of my hair behind my ear. “Take it. Leave it. It won’t change much, and it sure won’t stop what we’re about to do with you.”

I look down at the box, then back and forth between Deuce and Hammer. Now that they want it back, I’m not ready to let it go. The curiosity’s killing me. “It can’t hurt for me to look.”

I open the box, and all the air escapes from my lungs. My legs buckle, forcing me to sit at the foot of the bed to avoid collapsing to the floor. Staring back at me are two symbols of a gesture I never thought was possible for us this early on.

Their PLAY bracelets are both inside.

It’s the Club M equivalent of being exclusive. When one member gives their bracelet to another member, they’re essentially saying that they’re willing to give up the life of multi-partner casual hookups for that one person.

I’m getting two bracelets at once.

Getting both their bracelets means they talked and agreed that they want to share only me, for as long as I want them.

It’s like winning the lottery.

No. It’s even better.

Somewhere deep down, it’s everything that I want.

Without the traditional gestures of commitment.

Without the public display.

Without the idea of ownership.

“I…I’m honored,” I admit, and the moment feels so right that I hold out my hand that has my bracelet on it. “Take mine too.”

“You don’t have to feel obligated to return the favor,” Hammer says from across the room.

“I don’t feel obligated. I want you to have it,” I repeat with more resolve. “Both of you. We just have to continue being discreet. God knows, we probably won’t be able to hide forever. To be completely honest, ever since you shared me that first time, I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else, or being with anyone else but you. Take it…take me.”

Hammer sits beside me, pulling me into his lap as Deuce strips off his clothes and gets into bed. My eyes flutter closed at the feel of his hand burying into my hair. His touch is heaven. With one movement of his wrist he winds a handful of my hair around his fingers. My eyes open in time to see him give Deuce a nod.

The body language between them is different tonight. It seems more aligned than ever. And I don’t know what to make of the way they keep talking to each other as though I’m the fly on the wall.

I kind of like it, I think.

Hammer slides the other hand from the base of my neck down my spine, and back up again. It’s a gentle graze of just the tip of his index finger, but the movement sends a tingle all through my body, causing my core to clench. At the sound of the moan escaping my mouth, he presses his lips to mine, taking my breath away. That’s when he slides his finger under my waistband, still along my spine, and lower, until he’s pressing against my ass.

“This is mine tonight,” he breathes against my lips.

I’m so wet right now. His finger is slick against that opening, and all I want to do is rock my hips against it until it’s anchored deep. As though reading my mind, he gives the spot a slight jerk and at the same time, parts my lips and drives his tongue into my mouth. I don’t know how he does it, but he pulls from our kiss and lifts me across the bed to Deuce.

“She’s wet as fuck.”

Deuce hooks his hands under my armpits and pulls me the rest of the way until my breasts are pressed up against his chest. He lifts my top over my head and stares down at my breasts, fixated on them. Hammer slides into bed behind me. The heat radiating off of his body slams into my back, and I’m relieved when he grips my waistband and drags my stretchy fitted jeans and thong panties down my legs before stretching out again, pressing up against me. He’s completely naked. The feel of his thick, steely cock against my ass confirms it.

But then he repeats what he said a couple of minutes ago. “This is mine tonight, Ember. I’m going to fuck your ass while Deuce takes your pussy. And you may not walk right for days. We’ll ruin you until you can’t think of letting another man touch you. But I promise you’ll never regret how good it feels to have us take you at the same time.”

Deuce smiles. His lips brush against one breast as Hammer reaches already slick fingers over my pussy and back to my ass, spreading some of the slickness at my tight hole. Deuce takes my nipple into his mouth. He grins at the way I hiss in response, and as I arch my back for more contact, Hammer positions his cock at my asshole.

It’s like they planned every move with precision, right down to where Deuce cups his hand over my mound, flicking my swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb and pushing two fingers into my pussy at the same time. My hips react. I bear down giving one roll to help him inside. And I almost cry out when Hammer takes advantage of that move to press the head of his cock past the tight walls at the rim of my ass.

God, I swear if they keep it up I’ll cum this very second.

“Easy now,” Hammer whispers with his lips at a spot behind my ear.

His words can be for me, but I’m not so sure. As soon as he says it, Deuce moves his mouth from my breast, replacing it with his hot palm, and kisses down my stomach until his face is at my pussy. I hear myself whimper at the feel of his tongue move up one side of my fold and down the other, then he circles more tightly around my clit. I’m one throbbing mess. I can’t tell whether it’s Hammer’s cock inching deeper into my hole with each movement I make, or his teeth nipping at that sensitive spot at the back of my neck, or Deuce’s thumb playing at my pebbled nipple, or his broad tongue lapping at my folds, or all of that in concert that drive me to the edge of insanity.

All I know is it does, and I want more.

I lift one hand up and back into Hammer’s hair, gripping a handful as my other hand touches Deuce.

“I’m in,” Hammer rasps out to Deuce. “She’s so fucking tight. She’s ready.”

Nothing about this is simple but it sure as hell feels like I’ve stepped into paradise. Deuce laps at my clit a few more times, then pauses. He hooks one hand behind my knee and lifts my leg. Sliding back up the bed, he holds onto my leg. With a firm kiss on my lips that lets me taste my scent on him, he makes one sharp movement of his hip and buries himself balls deep into my pussy.

I can’t breathe. This feels so good I may never breathe again. These two men are rooted inside me at the same time. My pussy clenches around Deuce’s hardness, and the muscles in my ass tightens, still adjusting to the fullness of Hammer’s giant cock filling up the space. Hammer then moves his hands up the sides of my arms and grips my shoulders. Deuce holds onto my waist. My entire body seizes and tenses up. I’m panting for breath, bracing for them to do what I’m sure they’re about to do.

“Now.”

That one word out of Hammer’s mouth leads us all closer to carnal bliss. Deuce pulls out a little and Hammer thrust in deeper. I’m shaking as they alternate, their movement slow and deliberate at first as they see-saw in and out of me.

Then they pick up the pace.

They spear into me, rough and wild, and I’m at their mercy, taking what each of them gives, rolling my hips for more as they fuck me at the same time.

Together.

As one.

My eyes close and my head collapses to the mattress. Deep in my womb, I feel it. A slow tremble at first, it grows and builds and heightens to an urgent, intense shudder expanding out from my core, hitting me hard, but also gets their attention.

I’m about to cum in a way I never have.

Deuce notices first. He presses his mouth onto mine and his hand over my throat, kissing me hard. Then Hammer winds one hand into my hair and the other lands on my needy breasts.

“Cum,” Hammer commands at the whorl of my ear, summoning my climax, giving it permission to take over me with spasms that make my body shake violently from each wave that crashes over me, taking me so far under I may drown and never surface again.

I don’t know when I take my next breath, but as I do, I’m sure that my last was ages ago. My throat is dry, and I shake and tremble and lose myself to the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I’m barely alert when Deuce and Hammer follow me, taking the pleasure of these extra ripples of my core, letting my holes clench around their cocks as tight as my fists would, milking them until they burst inside me almost at the same time and fill me with their seed.

Exhausted, we lie there a while, not moving except for our gasping breaths, both men seated in me so completely, so perfectly. As my eyes open, I see Deuce searching my face. He smiles through the panting, and I smile back. I let the heaviness of my lids shut my eyes again. Hammer plants a soft kiss on my neck and inches out so slowly. Then Deuce does the same.

They hold onto me, warming me, protecting me in this nest of pure pleasure. And there’s something more that’s happening. Something none of us would admit to seeking out, but we find it anyway. As I drift off to sleep, I know what it is.

I feel it for both Hammer and Deuce.

But I won’t dare admit it.