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Her stomach clenched again and she rubbed her belly. "Why were you kicked out of the military?" The words came out in a rush, and Asher sighed.

"I promise I'll tell you, but first we need to explain some things." Kent stroked the back of the couch and looked over at Asher.

"You know Kent and I met in the Marines, right?" Asher asked and leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

"Yeah. You said once that you've been friends for seven years."

Maintaining eye contact, Asher carefully said, "Our wives were best friends. That's how we met."

The breath left her lungs in a whoosh. Glancing at their hands, she looked for any sign of having worn a ring. No tan lines and no indentation. Either they never wore their rings or hadn't worn them in a long time.

"We were both stationed at Camp Pendleton and lived next door to each other." Asher looked back at Kent and grinned. "Young, in love, we were living large and loving life."

She watched them carefully, drawing her knees to her chest against the wounded feeling in her heart. "Are you still married?" she asked in almost a whisper.

Asher closed his eyes and shook his head. "No."

Kent filled the silence, his voice rough. "While we were over in Asia dealing with the anarchist attacks in Japan, our wives…"

With his eyes still closed, Asher continued, "Our wives were killed."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

She leaned forward to go to them, but sat back when Kent held up his hand. "We need to tell you the rest. Then you can decide what you want to do."

Nodding, she ran her hand through her short hair and watched them. Her heart hurt for them both, and talking about this obviously reopened old wounds.

Kent put his hand on Asher's back and stroked his shoulder. "They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gunned down at the mall by a bunch of stupid gang-bangers who decided to have a turf war in the middle of the food court."

Kent rubbed his face, and Asher hugged him close. The sorrow in his gaze brought an answering hurt from her heart. "I think I almost lost my mind when I found out. If Kent hadn't been there, going through the same thing…"

His pale hand continuing to move over Asher's shoulder in gentle circles and he blinked back tears. "It took a long time, but we learned to deal with the pain and get over blaming ourselves for not being there."

"It never went away, but we found…" Asher looked back at Kent, and he nodded. "We found that we were able to love again." Asher carefully pulled Kent's hand off his shoulder and held it in his own, black and white skin standing out in sharp contrast. They looked at her expectantly. Puzzled, she tilted her head at them and scrunched her eyebrows.

Blowing out a breath through his nose, Kent said, "We fell in love with each other."

"What?" She slumped back into her chair, staring at them. "You're gay?" Even as she said that, she realized how silly it sounded. Of course they weren't gay. They'd proven it … repeatedly.

"No, we're bi-sexual." Asher's grip on Kent's hand tightened. "I've never felt an attraction to a man before Kent, and no one after. We both
love
women and have had female partners join us over the years. But we love each other too much to ever consider having a relationship that didn't include both of us. We haven't found the right woman for both of us … until now."

Kent nodded in agreement. "Which brings us back to you."

"Me?" The smile she gave them felt weak and unsure. She tried to wrap her mind around what they were saying, but all she could do was stare at their fingers laced together.

"Kent and I could never go through the loss of a wife again." Asher kissed Kent's knuckles gently. She watched in fascination as his lips moved across Kent's skin. Warmth filled her body at the sight and her mind was suddenly filled with forbidden fantasies.

"We agreed long ago that any woman in our future would have to accept both of us. With one woman to love and care for, we can always keep her safe and satisfied." Kent gave her his wicked grin. "We're a package deal."

Turning this over, she rubbed her eyes. "Is that why you were kicked out of the military?"

Jaw tightening, Asher nodded. "Yeah." He obviously wasn't going to go into any further details.

"Which was one of the reasons the Sanjit picked us as your live-in bodyguards," Kent added. "He thought your virtue would be safe with us." He gave her a lewd wiggle of his eyebrows that made her giggle despite all the shocks to her overtired mind.

"We want you to consider being our woman." Asher stood and glanced back at Kent. "I know this is not the best time, but you deserve to know the truth. We think you're perfect and could not imagine being with anyone else." Kent nodded as Asher's words swept through her in a warm wave.

Asher pulled Kent from the couch and drew him into his arms. They stood before her, both men wrapped around each other and gently caressing the other. Her nipples drew to hard points and she shifted in the chair. The sight of them together, touching with restless desire, left her wet with arousal.

"We're going into the bedroom," Kent said and hooked his thumbs into Asher's shorts, drawing them down a bit over his dark hips. He traced his fingers beneath the waistband and Asher arched toward him.

"If you wish to join us, we will be waiting for you." Asher tugged Kent after him and they shut the door.

Tilting her head back, she stared at the ceiling. Of all the things they could have possibly told her, this was on the bottom of the list. It certainly explained a lot. Her father's trust in leaving the men alone with her. The way they seemed to be an extension of each other. The lack of steady girlfriends despite being as handsome as Greek gods.

Hugging her arms around herself, she considered their proposal. To have both men, with her and loving only her, was a dream come true. What woman wouldn't want to be the center of all that attention? All that love?

Chewing on her thumb, she considered the other side of it. What if she got jealous? What if they got jealous? What would her father say? The last part made her grin. At this point, he would probably be happy to have her off the top ten most wanted lists.

Standing up, she wiped her sweaty hands on the edge of the T-shirt. A hesitant step led her closer to the bedroom door. She wondered what they were doing in there. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she tried to listen through the thick wood. A muffled voice gave no indication of what was being said. Pressing her face to the wood, she tried to hear more.

A deep chuckle rumbled inside, and she sighed. After all they had faced together, the decision to go further still rested in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pushed the door open and kept her gaze on the sapphire and mint Persian rug.

Now she needed to find out if she could handle the whole package.

Chapter Seven

"Hello, Princess," Kent said in a soft sigh.

Pleasure wove into his voice and Asher added, "Would it be easier for you if we turned off the lights entirely?" As it was, only a soft low-watt lamp glowed on the dresser.

Shaking her head, she let her feet carry her to the edge of the bed. Like a froth of sea foam, the bed skirt brushed the carpet. The skirt moved as one of the men shifted on the bed and stroked the side of her face in a soft caress that released some of the tension in her neck.

The mattress moved again and another hand, rough and warm, traced down the side of her neck. "We'll take it slow," Asher said in a low voice.

"Nice and easy," Kent added and gently stroked his hand down her arm to her wrist. His fingertips rested against her pulse and she was sure he could feel the race of her heart.

Tilting her head slightly, she found herself staring at the hard erections of both men. Eyebrows rising in shock, she quickly peeked at their faces Silly, yes, but she couldn't help feeling like a pervert for looking at their cocks before their faces.

Both men gave her an almost identical wicked grin. Dark and light, they were still the most handsome men she had ever seen. And they wanted her.

"I love it when she blushes," Kent said and stroked her palm with his thumb.

"I love it when she comes," Asher said in a rough voice and traced his finger over the swell of her breast.

The sensations made her nipples tight and aching, joining her already wet pussy's response to their presence. "What do you want me to do?"

"Enjoy everything we have to offer," Kent said and captured her other breast in his hand. His long fingers pinched and tugged on her nipple hard enough to sting. The answering hiss of pleasure she gave made his blue eyes darken with desire.

Asher took her hand and placed it on his chest. The feeling of all that hard muscle available to her made her knees weak. Beneath the strength, his heart beat as hard as hers. For all of his bravado, he was as nervous as she was.

Asher's dark hand slipped beneath her T-shirt and traced her ribs in a soft caress that made her shiver. He turned and began to kiss his way over Kent's shoulder, pausing to lick the hollow of his collarbone. Hunger made her greedy for their touch and she leaned closer, examining the sight of Asher's ebony lips on Kent's creamy skin.

Her gaze followed Asher's lips as they moved up the column of Kent's throat, pausing to nip at the muscle there. Kent's fingers became rougher, more demanding as he cupped and teased her nipples. Their lips finally met, and her pussy clenched as desire surged through her.

The sight of the men kissing had to be one of the most erotic sights in the world. They were so attractive, so strong, and the way they moved against each other really turned her on. The fact that both of them touched her with a passion that almost bordered on greed only added to the heat of the moment.

Breaking their kiss, they hauled her onto the bed between them and stripped off her shirt. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of having you both," Asher said as he wrapped his arms around her and Kent.

Kent rubbed his face against the top of her head. "Watching you day after day, not being able to touch you, it was torture."

"I thought you didn't like me," she confessed in the safety of their arms. "I wanted you so badly, and you didn't seem to notice me as anything but a client."

Kent laughed and Asher said, "How could we not fall in love with you? You're a strong, smart, and oh-so sexy woman."

"Why do you think we chased away every guy that tried to date you?"

"You what?" She stared at both men who tried to appear innocent despite being naked and wrapped around her.

"That night you went to the club? We had a little talk with any guy that you showed interest in." Asher looked totally unapologetic.

"The thought of those little pasty-faced emo boys touching you when we couldn't." Kent's voice dipped to a low rumble, "It drove us crazy."

To emphasize the point, Asher grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. "Even in all that Goth makeup, you were the most beautiful woman there. So sensual and tempting."

Kent ran his hand down her ribs and teased at the edge of her pants. "And when we sparred with you--shit, you have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you until you couldn't walk."

With those words, Kent's hand slid down into her pants and stroked her swollen flesh. "Oh, honey. You're so wet." He sighed and smoothed her cream over her labia.

Leaning her head back onto Asher's chest, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation of their touch. Lips softly brushed against her ear and a warm breath made her shudder. Gentle fingers parted the engorged lips of her pussy and coated themselves in her cream, spreading it across her mound without touching her clit. She spread her legs wider and relaxed into Asher's arms. "That's it, Princess. Let us love you."

His words melted her heart as their hands melted her body. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips over the soft hair on Kent's chest. Warm and firm, his skin was silk over steel beneath her touch. While the overwhelming desire of her trigger was amazing, this sensual seduction was as mind-blowing in its own way.

She wanted more. "Kent, lay back, please." She pushed him onto the mattress, eyeing his thick cock. Behind her, Asher pulled off her pants and nipped at her bottom with his teeth. The sting of his bite made her groan He began to kiss his way down the curve of her ass, but she wanted other pleasures first. "Want to join me?" she asked in a low voice, keeping her gaze on the shadow of Kent's hipbone.

Both men sucked in a breath and Asher said, "Are you sure?"

Instead of answering, she reached back and held his hand, drawing him toward them. A soft tremble shook her fingertip as she traced the head of Kent's cock. Asher moved next to her and ran his hand down her arm, hovering above her fingertip. Tilting her head to look at Kent, she watched his face as Asher's fingers joined her own.

Kent's eyelids half-closed and his expression softened. Stroking over him, she delighted in the feeling of Asher's big hand moving with hers, guiding their touch with knowing skill. Asher moved behind her and pressed his cock against her back. He slipped his other hand between her legs and stroked her pussy while they pleasured Kent.

The ache between her legs built as she rocked herself on his hand. The sight of their darker skin moving over Kent's swollen cock made her buck harder against Asher's fingers, trying to direct his stroke to her clit. In response, Asher rubbed his cock against her back in time with their strokes.

Arching her neck back, she offered her lips to Asher. So soft, the way he kissed her always made her relax into his arms with total trust. For all of his size and strength, he kissed her as if she was made of glass.

"God, you two look so good together," Kent groaned out and thrust into her hand.

They broke their kiss and she whispered against Asher's lips, "Will you taste him with me?"

Asher's hips pressed against her back and she scooted over, regretting the loss of his hand between her legs but more than eager for the visual feast to come.

They lay on the bed on either side of Kent who gripped the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Glancing at Kent, then back at Asher, she rubbed her mound against the mattress and leaned forward.

Asher met her at the tip of Kent's cock, and together they licked the fat head and each other's mouths. The eroticism of the moment brought her to the edge of her orgasm and she grew stiff and shuddered. Kent ran his nails across her back and made wordless noises of pleasure deep in his throat.

Asher reached between Kent's legs and gently stroked his sac, rolling it in his big hand while he followed her tongue up and down the length of Kent's cock. She sat back and stroked Asher's face, watching him seal those soft lips around the shaft and slowly take it down his throat.

"Come here," Kent said and tugged her closer him. Sitting up a bit, he gripped her by the hips and dragged her over his chest and toward his mouth. Hard and intense, his tongue swept between her nether lips and thrust into her heat.

She tried to jerk away. The sensation was overwhelming on her tender flesh. Kent ignored her and latched onto her clit with a hard suck that made her scream. Asher groaned from behind her, and the wet noises of him going down on Kent mixed with their harsh pants and groans.

Kent was merciless, sucking on her clit while he dug his fingers into her bottom. She rocked forward as he began to thrust his erection into Asher's mouth, shuddering beneath her. The combination of his touch with the mental picture of Asher sucking him off, pushed her over the edge.

Short screams echoed in the room as she rode Kent's face, jerking her pussy back and forth over his tongue. The orgasm spun out of her in hard waves, and he licked every drop of cream that spilled from her body. Shivering, she rolled off him and shuddered as his hands smoothed down her back.

Asher watched them both while stroking himself and Kent. Fat and thick, his cock throbbed in his fist, and he licked his lips. Kent's cock still stood proud and stiff, and she wondered how he had managed not to come.

Asher crawled up the bed, his gaze predatory and hot.

"He is going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck him. Would you like that, Princess?" Kent breathed into her ear with a harsh pant. "All that big dick pounding into you. Knowing that he is being stretched just as you are?"

"Please." She moaned as Kent scooted over.

In a flash, Asher was above her, pinning her body to the bed with his own. They shared a long and greedy kiss, her pussy still twitching from her orgasm moments before. Asher cupped her face in his hands and worshiped her mouth, drawing sensations out of her that left her gasping. A hand spread her legs on either side of his body, and Kent sheathed Asher's erection in a condom and rubbed the head of Asher's cock against her entrance.

All three groaned as Asher sank his shaft into her. Slowly, he began to move inside of her, and the sensation made her eyelids flutter shut. Pushing himself onto his hands, he spread her wide and said, "Open your eyes, Princess."

Forcing herself to concentrate, she fought the pleasure and tried to focus. Her breath caught in her throat as Asher tensed against her, sinking in all the way to the base of his cock. Kent tossed an empty condom wrapper next to a used tube of lube on the bed. She tensed in anticipation, loving the way Asher filled her. Behind him, Kent's face went slack with pleasure as he pushed his way into Asher's ass. Inside, she felt Asher's cock swell, and the sensation made her writhe against him.

"So good." Asher groaned and began to move.

Slow at first, Kent directed their movements with his hands on Asher's hips. She reached up and held her hands over Kent's, entwining their fingers as they sought their release. Asher rested his head against her neck, panting as he rocked within her.

"Tight pussy gripping me, a thick cock in my ass, so good," he whispered and flexed against her. Each word and movement brought her closer to her release. Licking the curve of Asher's neck, she locked her gaze with Kent's and watched him fuck Asher. Big muscles coated with sweat, he ran his hands over Asher's tight buttocks and gripped them, making Asher groan in response.

Harder now, the force of Asher pounding into her had her jerking her hips in an effort to meet their force. Asher pinned her hands over her head and said, "Come for me. Make that hot little pussy grip my cock. Give it to me."

Her submissive nature revealed in his words, she gave herself over to his order. Closing her eyes, she gripped him deep inside, her muscles clenching in anticipation. His grip on her wrists grew punishing and was the edge she needed.

Bliss, joy, and pleasure bordering on pain exploded within her as she did as Asher ordered and came with him fucking her hard.

"That's it, Princess," he said in a strangled groan.

Kent froze behind him and jerked his hips with quick snaps. His movements rocked through Asher and into her, drawing her orgasm out. She loved the thought of him feeling the same thing she was feeling, drowning in pleasure like she was.

Biting down on the mound of her breast, Asher swore softly and emptied himself into her. All she could do was moan and twist beneath him as his seed flooded her. This was a pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined. A joy that was so good it should be illegal.

Kent sagged down onto the mattress next to her and rained kisses on both of their faces. Asher chuckled against her neck and gently pulled out of her. After placing a kiss on Asher's cheek, Kent got up from the bed, but she was too exhausted to even look where he was going.

A few minutes later, someone lifted her into his arms. Half opening her eyes, she watched Kent smile down at her. He carried her into the bathroom and beneath the spray of the shower. Asher joined them and with gentle fingers he soaped and rinsed her body.

Liquid and unresisting, she could barely stand as they quickly dried her with a thick towel. No words were spoken, but the tenderness of their touch said volumes.

At last, they all snuggled into bed in the pitch-dark room. Warm skin and the scent of soap wrapped around her and she felt the men kissing her shoulders.

"This was me, you know. No trigger," she murmured into the dark.

"We know," Asher said from in front of her.

"Thank you for being honest with me." Reaching up, she tried to cup both men's faces. "I'm totally addicted to you now."

Kent chuckled from behind her. "We should be thanking you." His teeth nibbled at her neck. "You never cease to amaze me."

An unwelcome thought brushed her mind and dampened her joy. "How are we going to clear my name? Not that I would mind spending the rest of my life in a cave with you, but I would really miss Godiva chocolates."

Asher toyed with her nipple, and she gave a lazy purr. "We have a plan. Tomorrow we are going to work on finding your trigger and breaking the suggestion."

"And if we don't find it, we'll have to fuck you senseless and hope that does the trick."

Sleep pulled her down and her voice was a thick mumble as she said, "Okay. Love you."

Silence deepened and both men whispered back, "We love you too."