I smiled innocently. And didn’t say a word.

We both looked up as we heard Brandon come back into the room and all of a sudden I was airborne, coming to rest against Brandon’s chest as Jackson stood and passed me to him.

“Hey!” I cried. “I’m not a freakin’ rag doll you guys can just pick up and toss around, you know!”

Brandon muttered, “Don’t we know it,” before his lips descended and found mine as Jackson left the room, headed for the bathroom, I would assume.

He kissed me deeply and I shifted in his arms, moving so that my chest was against his and I could wrap my arms around his neck. He, realizing what I was trying to do, helped move me so that my legs ended up wrapped around his waist, locked behind his back, my feet pressing against his tight ass to pull him closer to me. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness press firmly between my thighs. I shifted against him, pulling away from his kiss to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his throat before nipping at his shoulder with my teeth.

My eyes flew open and I gasped as I felt a wall of heat move up behind me. I turned my head to meet Jackson’s gaze over my shoulder, my breath coming faster as I got a glimpse of the heat burning there. His hands came up and lightly slid up my back and over my shoulders before he pulled me back against him. Brandon’s hands shifted slightly, sliding to cup the backs of my thighs. I loosened my arms from around Brandon’s neck and leaned back more fully against Jacks, his heat branding me through the thin material of my t-shirt.

Jackson’s hands moved again, sliding down from my shoulders and around, stopping just beneath my breasts. He nuzzled my throat with his lips and I turned to meet his kiss, moaning against his mouth as Brandon shifted again, rubbing me more firmly against his hardness. Jackson pulled away from the kiss on a groan, dropping his forehead to rest on my shoulder. Brandon’s fingers tightened on my thighs, but he stilled, no longer moving against me.

I was shaking, almost dizzy with the overwhelming desire crashing over me in waves as I was held between them, breathless with need, and confused as hell that they had stopped. Brandon shifted his grip again, making sure he had me securely within his arms as Jacks stepped back. He turned and moved us both onto the bed, sliding toward the middle before they both crawled in beside me, one on either side.

I looked at them, unsure what to say, or hell, what to even think at their abrupt about-face, but my confusion dissolved into a small, shy smile as they both grinned at me.

I heard Jackson murmur, “Good morning, baby,” as he pressed his lips against my shoulder, his head propped up on his hand, his body pressed along my left side, looking down at me as I lay on my back.

On my other side, Brandon mirrored Jackson’s position and movement, only he said, as his lips brushed my right shoulder, “Now THAT is definitely a good morning!”

I shook my head at them.

We laid there together for a while, me trying to come to grips with the fact that I’d actually taken that step last night and finally gave in to what I knew would have happened eventually, and them…well, if I had to guess, trying to get themselves under control. I mean, it had ended up being a pretty happy morning for them…but it was their fault that they’d be walking around with certain parts of their anatomy decidedly Smurf-colored today. I didn’t make them stop, they had on their own! And they can’t blame me for the date I’d already scheduled in my head with BOB later that night, either. Those asses left me hanging!

We finally got up and went out to the kitchen when Brandon’s stomach very loudly announced that it wanted fed. Jackson ran over to his place to check on a couple things while Brandon and I sat at the table with Emma and Luke. We talked with them, or tried to, anyway (neither one of which could keep a straight face every time they looked at Brandon) for a while before I got up and grabbed my keys.

I needed to head home so I could get some things done before tomorrow. I usually spent most of my Sundays catching up on paperwork when I got back from breakfast at Emma’s mom and dad’s house. It was tradition, but we missed out on it today because they’d decided on the spur of the moment to go and visit Emma’s mom’s sister and brother-in-law in Texas.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brandon asked me.

“Home,” I replied. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Just wondered. Got any plans tonight?”

Ummm…yes. Finishing what you guys started. “Not that I know of. Do you?”

He stretched, leaning back in his chair as he answered, “Yeah, I’m assuming Jackson and I will be over in a little while. Are we staying at your house tonight? Hey! What size bed do you have anyway?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “King size, and do I get a choice if you stay or not?”

“Nope.”

Didn’t think so.

I finally got to leave about fifteen minutes later, but only after promising that they could come stay with me tonight, AND that I would cook them dinner. Oh yeah, did I mention that I had to kiss him like twenty times before he let me go? I could get used to that.

I headed home, shaking my head as I passed the welcome sign heading into town. It’d been changed again, but this time the lovely misguided youth completing the defacement of public property had added a drawing of a large, misshapen penis at the top. I’m assuming it was a penis, anyway.

I pulled my car into the garage and headed inside. I love my house; it’s cute, comfortable, and most importantly, mine! It looks like a cottage but it’s got a wide front porch, and a screened in back porch with a fenced in yard. It seems small from the outside, but it’s surprisingly roomy on the inside with three bedrooms and two baths.

It was perfect for me to have an office in one of the rooms, an extra guest room, and then, of course, my bedroom that I’ve decked out with a huge four-poster canopy bed and lots of pillows! I’d forgone the typical heavy drapery around the bed, and instead had draped it with white tulle netting, gathering it around all of the posts. It looked like a fantasy all in white and I loved it.

With a sigh, I threw my keys on the kitchen counter as I passed through, making a beeline for my office so I could get a head start on the paperwork I needed to get done before tomorrow. I own my own thrift store in a quaint little strip mall in town. I named it Twice As Nice, and I think the name fit it perfectly. I do take in donations, and I carry the usual thrift store items, but my inventory tended to lean more toward vintage and unique.

I worked in my office for a while and by the time I got it all finished, Brandon and Jackson were pulling up. They each had a small duffel with them and I couldn’t help but tease them as they walked into the house.

“You guys moving in or something?” I asked, smirking.

Jackson and Brandon both grinned at me and nodded. I rolled my eyes at them and shut the door behind them. I barely got turned around when I heard the thump thump of two duffels hitting the floor and I was surrounded. Jacks claimed my lips, kissing me deeply for a minute before Brandon, who was at my back, cupped the back of my head in his hand and turned my face to meet his kiss over my shoulder. They released me after one last peck each, and I had to lean against the door for a second to compose myself.

“Well, hello to you, too…” I mumbled, still halfway dazed.