“What’s in the bag?” Charles asked.

She grabbed the bottle of spiked cider and quickly shoved the bag out of sight under the counter. She’d also caught sight of three small bottles of flavored lube in the bag along with the condoms. “Adult beverage, courtesy of Sachi. I’ll go get cups.”


110 Tymber

Dalton

The evening went well. Ken had ditched his plastic fangs early on when he realized they interfered too much with his speech. After two cups of the delicious spiked cider, Libbie relaxed and completely enjoyed herself and the trick-or-treaters that filtered through. Grover stopped by with his daughter, son-in-law, and the twins, who were both dressed as little princesses.

Libbie felt giddy, whether from the spiked cider Mandaline had brought over, or the attentiveness and flirting of Ken and Charles all through the evening, she didn’t know. The three of them finished off the cider and she didn’t think it was her imagination that the men were friendlier and more flirty with her than normal.

She wouldn’t question it, and she’d enjoy every minute of it. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this good or had this much fun. By eight o’clock they’d handed out nearly all the cookies and the flow of young trick-or-treaters had ended with just the occasional high school pair or trio stopping by.

“I think it’s time to close up shop,” Charles said.

She licked her lips, fighting the urge to beg them to take her to bed and knowing that couldn’t possibly end well for her ego when they would inevitably refuse. “Okay.”

Ken locked the door and pulled the shades in the front windows.

“How you feeling?”

Horny. Reeeally horny. And probably intoxicated. “I’m okay.

Good.” Make that definitely intoxicated. I hope I have enough batteries for Bob or I’m going to be a really sad panda later.

“How’s your pain?” Charles asked as he broke down one of the folding tables.

“Good, really. I’m okay.” She walked over to help him. Only a few feet away from the table, her feet somehow got tangled up in her skirt and she let out a little yelp as she started to fall.

Charles dove for her, snagging her with a strong arm around her waist and pulling her body tightly against his.

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lower back.

That’s…oh my.

“You all right?” Ken asked as he rushed over.

She nodded, barely able to speak as Charles righted her on her feet. “Yeah, just tripped. You know me, klutzy.”

Libbie suppressed a disappointed moan when Charles released her and stepped away. He quickly turned his back to her to finish collapsing the table, meaning she couldn’t see the front of his shorts.

Ken touched her hand and she found herself staring up into his eyes.

She wanted them both. Really wanted them.

Why can’t life be more like those books I read?

“You sure you’re okay?” Ken asked.

“Uh-huh.” She threw a glance over her shoulder. Charles still managed to keep his back to her as he worked on collapsing another table.

Hmm.

She wasn’t so intoxicated, or had been celibate for so long, that she couldn’t recognize a generous erection when she felt one pressed against her ass.

She threw her arms around Ken’s neck and wiggled the length of her body against his. When she did, his arms encircled her waist as if on autopilot. She immediately felt a generous bulge spring to life against her lower belly.

Hmm. That’s promising.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Are you okay?”

“I know what would make me feel better.” Fuck it. Either they’d put a stop to it immediately, and she could feign no memory of it in the morning and blame it on being drunk on Sachi’s cider, or…

Or.

It was that or upon which she hung her hopeful hat.

She didn’t miss how he swallowed, hard. “What?”

She looked back at Charles again and found him staring at them, 112 Tymber Dalton

his jaw slightly agape. She crooked a finger at him before draping her arm around Ken’s neck again.

Charles looked at the table he’d been fumbling with before forgetting it and hurrying over to them.

Ken started to speak. “Libbie, I—”

She laid a finger across his lips. “Shh.” She reached behind her and pulled Charles close. Fortunately for her, he appeared to be a quick study and pressed against her back.

Yep, that was definitely a well-endowed erection rubbing against her ass. Front and back.

Bookends. Yum! She stifled the snicker as she put her hand back around Ken’s neck yet again. She was afraid to let go of him for fear that when she did, it would all be over. Standing on tiptoe, she angled her lips, closed her eyes, and prayed for a touchdown. Or a field goal.

Or…whatever the hell it took to score.


Ben wasn’t sure what to do. The thought of shoving her away and shooting her down broke his heart.

Not to mention it wasn’t like she couldn’t feel his cast-iron hard-on trying to fuck her through his costume and hers. Lying to her about them being gay was useless. With a groan, he locked down his brain, closed his eyes, and kissed her. His tongue brushed against the seam of her lips, which parted immediately, welcoming him.

Fuck.

She tasted like cookies and cider and all the sweet dreams he’d had about her. Heaven in a kiss. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn back now, no matter what they’d sworn, what they’d promised. This little baker had done in the space of two weeks what he’d avoided for over three years. She’d broken into his heart and stolen it.

And he wasn’t about to let her go now.

His eyes opened just long enough to see Allan kissing the back of It’s a Sweet Life 113

her neck, his hands cupping her breasts through her flimsy outfit. His dick had ached all night long seeing her in that getup, and his first order of business would be to bend her over her bed, flip that skirt up, pull down her panties, and fuck her…

“Shit!” he gasped.

Her eyes flew open. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any rubbers.”

Her playful smile filled her face and lit his world. “Mandaline strikes again. She brought us a care package.”

“Remind me to thank that witch tomorrow,” Allan muttered, his lips never losing full contact with the nape of her neck.

“Amen,” Ben muttered as he crushed his lips against Libbie’s again.

Her soft whimpers fired his need. He knew if he worked a finger between her legs right then that he’d find her wet and ready for a good, hard fucking. Followed by hours of loving her, showing her how beautiful and desirable she was.

“Upstairs,” he whispered. “Now.”

Her eyes barely fluttered open. “My place, or yours?”

“Yours,” both men said.

“Your bed is bigger,” Allan added.

“O–Okay!”

Allan whisked her away to the back while Ben retrieved the bag from under the counter. He peeked inside and, sure enough, found the package of condoms and lube.

He smiled. Ten? Damn, that woman is good .

He hurriedly followed them up the stairs.


Allan kept his arm firmly around Libbie’s waist all the way up the stairs. Not out of worry of her falling, but out of worry that his dick would explode if he didn’t get it buried inside her and soon. At her 114 Tymber Dalton

door he spun her around, pressing her against the door, and ravaged her mouth with his even as he heard Ben pounding up the stairs with the bag in hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked one leg around his, rubbing herself against him like she was trying to start a fire.

He broke free for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers.

“You have no idea how badly we want to make love to you, baby.”

Her face looked pink, flushed with passion. “You two owe me for a ton of batteries.”

“What?” Ben asked from the top of the stairs.

“For my vibrator,” she said.

A slow grin broke across Allan’s face. “Oh, baby. You’re in trouble now. You have toys?” He looked over at Ben and spotted the evilly playful gleam in his brother’s eye. “You’re our kind of woman.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m five years older than you guys?”

Ben laughed. “Ooh, you’re a cougar. No, of course it doesn’t bother us.”

Allan leaned in and nibbled at her neck, his cock twitching at the way she gasped and moaned as his teeth clamped down on her flesh.

“Guess what? We’re going to fuck your brains out and drive every last thought of any other man clear out of your head. Women are blessed with the curse of multiple orgasms. And even when you wear us out, we’re still going to keep you coming…All. Night. Long. We’ll use toys. Mouths. Fingers. Hell, if we had a strap-on we’d be taking turns riding you. You won’t sleep at all tonight, and you’re going to need our help walking tomorrow, you’re going to be so well fucked.”

He lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. Her mouth had formed a small O.

“Okay!” she squeaked.


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Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! She stared into Charles’ eyes and felt the breath being sucked out of the depths of her very soul.

They want me!

Wish hard, dream big, isn’t that what Mandaline had said? Or was it the other way around?

She probably didn’t mean this.

Then again, maybe she did.

No matter, both men were definitely hard. From what she’d felt of them, big to boot.

Charles’ lips crushed hers again, and as she squirmed against him, his body pressed her into her door. She felt his hard erection rubbing between her legs through her flimsy outfit. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, aching and tight and begging for his fingers to touch them again.

Ken caught up with them and nudged in. “Quit hogging her,” he grumbled, the smile on his face belying his tone. He reached up and met her unspoken demand, his hand cupping her right breast as he rubbed his finger over her nipple through her clothes. “Did I hear someone say they have toys?”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

She nearly came just from the sight of his sexy smile. His hand squeezed her breast, harder, tighter, stopping at the good side of that pleasurable kind of pain. “Expect to call in to work tomorrow,” he whispered. “Because I’ve wanted you for weeks, and I have a whole lot of fantasies stored up that I need to work off.”

“Ditto,” Charles chimed in.

She let go of Charles and reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob. She’d stopped locking her door, trusting that the men wouldn’t rob her or breach her privacy. She gave up a private prayer of thanks for that as she found the knob, wrenched it, and nearly fell backward into her apartment as it opened.

Charles reached out and saved her from herself. Again. This time, he pulled her body against his with the full, hard length of his erection 116 Tymber Dalton

rubbing against her mound.

“That’s all for you,” he whispered. “Every last bit of it.”

“I can’t wait to taste it,” she said.

His grin nearly broke his face. “Well, hot damn, don’t worry, you’ll get your chance, too.”

“I…” She glanced over at Ken, who came through the door and shut it behind him. “I’ve never been with two guys before.”

Charles’ expression softened. “Don’t worry, baby. You say the word, you say no to anything, we’ll stop. I promise.”

“Absolutely,” Ken echoed, his expression now serious. He stepped up. “Anything you don’t want, we’ll stop.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I…I’ve read a lot.”

“Have you now?” Ken asked. “Like what?”

She felt more heat fill her face. Now she couldn’t look either of them in the eye. “I buy a lot of erotic romance. Ménages,” she mumbled. “On my Kindle.”

Ken tenderly palmed the nape of her neck and made her look at him. “Where is it?” he asked.

“On the table by my couch.”

He glanced past her, then back to her, his playful smile holding promises of untold pleasures. “Well, let’s just see if we can’t make a few of those hot fantasies come true for you.”

“I—” She stopped, not sure she wanted to go down this path right now. “You said you guys are gay.”