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  “It’s…” A little assumptive. “All this is…”

  This ain’t your first gig, baby. Ansley’s words rang out in her spinning head.

  Both men anticipated her answer. They each watched with hopeful expressions. Finally, she said, “Exactly what I wanted for Christmas.”

  Mark released a huge sigh of relief. “Good,” he said, untying his robe.

  “Yeah,” Spenser added. “Now you can open the rest.”

  * * * *

  Mark felt ridiculous. He let his brother talk him into attaching a ribbon around his waist. Naturally, he then followed by his suggested example. Then the little shit hooked the largest red bow he’d ever seen to the front and positioned the ribbons so they hung right in front of their peckers.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered, covering her mouth. She shook with laughter even when she tried to conceal the outburst. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Not exactly what a guy wanted to hear when he stood dressed in nothing more than a great big, satin Christmas bow.

  Spenser said, “Don’t you know you’re supposed to act like a gracious recipient regardless of the gift?” Stalking forward, he used her laughter for their advantage. “Go ahead, snicker,” he drawled. “The harder you laugh, the more I’m gonna spank your ass for making Mark blush.”

  Please, Mark thought. He’d love to see her pretty little tail tanned pink.

  “Spenser,” she said, on the verge of explaining. “This is just so unexpected and so adorable.”

  Mark really felt out of his element now. Most women didn’t look at his cock—all ten and a half inches, thank you very much—and say, “Ah, look at it. How cute.” Hell no, he thought. Some even trembled. Many women realized upon first sighting that both pain and pleasure waited. What they didn’t do is eye his thick dick and call it out as darling.

  “It’s precious,” she said, sitting on the bed.

  Oh God, it went from bad to worse.

  Mark stood in between her parted legs. “All right then,” he grated out. “Open your present and I’ll show you something precious, sweet thing.”

  Since the vixen failed to notice the growing extension found in between the silver and red ribbons, maybe he should do the honors. He wasn’t opposed to unwrapping the gift he couldn’t wait for her to see.

  Nervously, she rubbed her lips together and he took her hands, placing them at his waist. “Whenever you’re ready sugar,” he said.

  She glanced at her toys and then studied Mark and Spenser. She showed a sudden interest in the champagne flutes, too. Then, she said, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mark and Spenser stood side by side. Kneeling on the bed, Patience experienced one emotion after the next.

  Joy, because men like the McCoy brothers brought a lot to any table, or rather, a woman’s bed. Longing existed and some measure of irritation since she couldn’t find it within herself to resist them.

  She was also nervous. She’d only been with two men in her life and while she gave her all to their ménage relationship, somehow it wasn’t enough.

  Spenser loosened his robe. She smiled at the two bows in front of her. Both men were tied up all neat and pretty, packaged in sex appeal, wrapped in temptation.

  Her mouth, watered. Her legs, wobbled. And by damn, her pussy wept.

  “This is one of the best gifts I’ve ever had for Christmas,” she said, grinning.

  “We all thought you might like it,” Mark said.

  She was so busy loosening the thick ribbon around the massive bow that she almost didn’t hear the “we all” in Mark’s statement. She almost let the comment slide all the way around. Only, she looked at Spenser’s cross expression and the exchanged glances between brothers. Something was up and she wanted to know what.

  Before she had her sneak preview, she backed away from her man-presents. “What did you mean by ‘all’?”

  Trying to play it off, Mark pulled her forward. “Slip of tongue,” he said, licking her lips and pulling her into a savory kiss.

  “No, you implied more than two.”

  “Patience,” Spenser said, kissing her shoulder. “You have all you can handle in two, sweetheart. I promise.”

  Realizing she must sound absurd, she didn’t care what he meant or said. The present moment, the action pending, held more delicious possibilities than anything either of them could say.

  Mark steadied himself with her shoulder. She yanked his ribbon and eyed his thick dick, slickened at the top by the pre-cum oozing from the slit.

  She was too tense to lower her head and take the first swipe. Instead, she moved forward and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said. “I like my gift.”

  Mark winked. “I thought you might.”

  Spenser pointed down. “One more over here to unwrap.”

  Without wasting time, she quickly snapped his ribbon by pulling it until the thread popped.

  “Ouch!” Spenser exclaimed.

  “Baby,” Mark sneered. “You’ll do anything to gain her attention first.”

  “Nope,” he said. “We’re both going to give and receive at the same time.”

  “I hope so,” Patience said, touching him.

  Mark and Spenser were large men and they sported similar size. Mark, while quite sexual in the dressing room, seemed to wait for Spenser to move them forward now.

  Spenser didn’t have a problem leading them anywhere. Once she released his bow, he cupped her neck and pulled her into a ravaging kiss. He thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth, bunching her hair at her nape.

  “You taste like Christmas,” he said.

  “What does Christmas taste like?” she muttered against his lips.

  “You,” he said, winking at his brother.

  Dressed only in a camisole and pajama pants, Patience’s nipples scraped against the soft material of her sheer shirt. Before she had time to consider the acts they’d soon perform, Spenser pressed his mouth against the cami and sucked.

  More erotic than she expected, the heat from his mouth saturated her clothing. She wanted to peel it off. She wanted his teeth teasing her, his tongue lapping at her flesh.

  Mark pressed her flat against the bed. He worked her pajamas over her hips. Spenser discarded the top.

  Lying on his side, Spenser leisurely kissed her, pinching her nipples and twirling his fingers over the tight nubs. He wasn’t in any particular hurry and his sensual kisses were mind-blowing. His caresses warmed her skin and she moaned when he left her stretching to see where he headed in such a hurry.

  On the edge of the bed, Mark watched his brother take the lead, but when Spenser worked to free some of their newly-purchased toys, Mark moved into action. Only then did she notice he had already opened the box of condoms and scattered them about.

  “Have you ever had sex blind-folded?” he asked.

  “No,” she said. “I’ve been blind-folded but not during the act.”

  Spenser grinned. “Want to try it?”

  “You don’t want me to watch you while I’m having sex with you?”

  “Scared?” Mark asked.

  “Very,” she admitted.

  Spenser shrugged. “Then we won’t do it.”

  “No. I want to.” The idea of penetration from one of them without knowing which one she had first suddenly excited her. She wanted the kink factor to weigh in heavily. If this experience was a gift, then she planned to enjoy every aspect.

  Spenser retrieved the blindfold. “I’m not binding your hands and I’ll leave this loose,” he said, when he slid it over her head. “If you are frightened at any time, jerk it off and let us know.”

  “My safe word is pussy willow,” she said.

  Mark laughed. “Pussy willow?”

  “Yes,” she said, adjusting the blindfold. “Would you like to know why?”

  “Uh, the word pretty much says it all,” Spenser informed.

  Once she stopped fiddling around with the bl
indfold, they deserted her, leaving her on the bed. She patted down the mattress, trying to feel for a hand or even the better part of a man. Then she reached up and started to pull the scarf-like fabric away from her eyes.

  “We’re across the room,” Spenser informed.

  “Oh,” she said, relaxing.

  “Remember, you can use the safe word whenever you want, or you can look at us at any time,” Mark reminded.

  “Yes,” Spenser said. “But don’t do it because you’ll spoil this first experience.”

  “Exactly,” Mark agreed.

  “O-kay,” she stuttered. Damn she was nervous.

  She felt a breeze, like someone walked by her. Then, she felt a light feather around her nipples. “Oh, that feels nice.”

  “I bet,” Mark said. “And this will feel nicer.” He dropped the feather to her pussy. The tickling sensation continued around her folds and then across her bare mound.

  “Yes, nicer, much nicer.”

  “I thought you’d like that.”

  She started to touch her nipples and someone slapped her hand away. Spenser said, “Let us please you in our own due time.”

  She gasped when she heard the familiar sound of a vibrator. One of them pushed her legs apart. She waited for the sudden impalement of the toy. The buzzing sound of the vibrator continued. Her legs splayed, falling apart.

  “Do you want your toy, Patience?” Mark asked.

  “Yes,” she pleaded, opening her legs wider, bracing for the sudden thrust.

  “Where do you want your toy?” Spenser asked.

  Where did she want the vibrator? Heavens to Betsy, did she really have to educate these two? She wanted the damn thing where every other woman in the world wanted their toys—between the legs!

  The humming sound of her new little friend stopped abruptly. A shuffle was heard around the room and then one of them slapped her pussy.

  “Oh, shit,” she cried out. She loved that. God, yeah, she loved a man who knew how to manipulate her lust.

  The thick end of a dildo was used to part her lips. “Open your mouth, Patience,” Mark said.

  “What?” she exclaimed.

  “I love to get head, but I want to see how well you perform first. Give me something to think about. Show me,” he said, a guttural tone used to make his demands.

  She didn’t object even though she’d never performed oral sex on a dildo. She gripped the shaft and sucked.

  “Take it to your throat,” Spenser said, slapping her pussy again.

  She mumbled against the dildo.

  “That’s what I like,” Mark whispered, close enough to tower over her. “When you have my dick in your throat, I want you mumbling against my cock.”

  She nodded, licking the shaft of the toy. Spenser rubbed the vibrator over her pussy. “Keep sucking, sweetheart. I’m like Mark here. I want a good visual first, see how well you manage two cocks at one time.”

  Oh, she’d manage all right. And if they didn’t love what she did for them, they could show her what they liked, what they craved. She’d learn fast and have a damn good time working for perfection.

  Spenser swatted her again with his hand and she jerked. The soft buzz started humming in the distance and he stuffed the vibrator inside her vagina at the same time his hand came down against her mound once more.

  She released the dildo. “Oh, God,” she said, her hips flying off the bed when Spenser pushed the joy toy higher and turned up the speed.

  “Nice,” Mark said.

  “Oh, shit,” she said, fisting the dildo and licking the tip, rolling her tongue over the crest of the toy.

  “Keep sucking,” Mark told her. “You can’t ignore one cock just because another one gets your attention.”

  Breathless, she moaned, “I…know.” She tried to give the dildo its due, but Spenser slapped her mound again, removed the vibrator, and dropped his mouth over her pussy.

  “Oh, my…God!” she screamed, dropping the grip she had on the flimsy toy and forgetting she was supposed to perform while enjoying the benefits of her own pleasure.

  “What did I tell you about ignoring one of your cocks?”

  Spenser stopped eating her pussy and both men moved away from her. “Where’d you go?” she asked, raising the blindfold to see for herself.

  “No peeking!” Mark said.

  Too late. She saw the way Spenser stared at her with nothing but pure lust. Mark held his cock in hand and pumped it slow and easy, watching her from a safe distance.

  She fell against the bed again, securing the blindfold over her eyes once more. Reaching down her body, she needed to find her pleasure. She was dripping wet and in need of an orgasm.

  “Don’t,” Spenser said. “We’ll give you what you want.”

  “Tell us, Patience,” Mark said softly. “What do you want?”

  You, she thought, breathing rapidly.

  “Patience,” Spenser said. “Do you want us to fuck you now?”

  “God, yes.”

  It had been too long without two men in her life. Toys and dirty romance novels hardly did the trick after two years of a sex fest. After the Joseph break-up, she’d had to resort to self-service sex and she’d missed out on the physical connection she only found in another warm body.

  “No peeking, remember,” Spenser said.

  “Okay, I won’t.”

  “Don’t,” Spenser grated out.

  The room was quiet. No one said anything at all. Soon, a hot mouth covered her opening. A warm, thick cock parted her lips.

  She licked the tip, gripping the shaft. She sucked and sucked, trying to draw out sound, any kind of tone to let her know which man she took first. Nothing gave it away but she suspected Mark thrust in between her jaws.

  She looped her arm around one of his muscular legs. She remembered both men possessed shapely, thick thighs.

  Sucking, she licked the end, teasing more than she should when she fiercely licked the top. That’s when she heard. “You gotta stop, baby.”

  So Spenser was in her mouth, she mused, savoring his length even more now that she knew who slivered across her tongue. And Mark. Good heavens, the man could’ve provided intimate services and been paid well.

  He sucked her folds, stroking his tongue over the tender flesh. Thrusting inside her walls with rapid fluttering, his tongue was swift and firm one minute, soft and slow the next. Her thighs trembled. The orgasm was rising, rising, rising.

  She nuzzled the tip of Spenser’s dick once more before reaching up and yanking away the blindfold. “All right, game over. I have to see where everyone is positioned if I’m getting ready to hit a home run.”

  Chapter Ten

  Spenser wanted everything perfect for Patience. He had openly discussed his concerns with Mark on several occasions, explaining how important it was to make sure Patience felt safe and secure in their arms.

  They’d never shared a woman before, but for years they’d longed to meet someone who would act on their desires. Spenser never imagined they’d find someone who also tugged at their heart strings.

  Four months ago, they’d signed up for an online dating service. When they received a phone call from an interesting woman, they never imagined she’d lead them to this.

  Patience lay perfectly still on the king-sized sleigh bed. Her legs were wide, waiting for acceptance. Spenser pushed her legs as far as they’d spread. “Beautiful,” he said, placing his palm against her mound and manipulating her clit with his thumb.

  Mark dipped his head and captured one breast. The sucking sounds filled the room and the soft whimpers of a woman ready to show her appreciation soon followed.

  Mark raised his head and studied her expression as though he couldn’t look away from her. Shifting his weight, he knelt beside her face, aiming the tip of his cock at her lips. “That’s my girl,” he coaxed. “Suck my cock, Patience. Suck me dry.”

  He rubbed the head of his dick over her lips, and Patience’s mouth moistened. She dropped her jaw and
followed him, trying to catch him in between her cheeks. After he denied her, refusing to give in, she lapped at his balls, stretching her neck to suck on his scrotum.

  She didn’t seem to mind when they talked to her, Spenser noted. If anything, the more they whispered sweet nothings, the wetter the little siren became.

  Spenser teased her. Suited up to play in the damp channel of one beautiful woman, Spenser tore through his inhibitions and any she may have had by slipping inside her vagina and giving her a chance to adjust her body to the intrusion.

  Securing her ankles behind his back, he soon saw she didn’t need time. “Please, Spenser, more!”

  “You got it, sugar,” he said in a husky tone. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.” A trail of sweltering sweat soon formed across his forehead. Thrusting inside, he held her hips and watched her eyes change. The beautiful soft color of brown turning into deep milk chocolate highlighted her bedroom persona, a seductress in waiting.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” he said. “Come for me.”

  Resisting, she continued to touch Mark. He fed his cock to her nice and easy. “There, kitten,” he said. “Now, suck the daylights out of it, sugar.”

  She slurped at first. Mark held the back of her head and started fucking her mouth like he would her pussy. She grunted as he moved into her, but he didn’t slow down, and her facial expression showed nothing more than pure pleasure.

  Harder than a man earning his given right, even in the midst of screwing, Spenser kept reaching for the climax, waiting for the beginning of an earth-shattering end. He climbed higher and higher, fucked harder and harder, until her breathing changed.

  “That’s it, Patience, milk my cock, hon.”

  She thrust up and down, rolled her hips forward and back. “Coming,” Mark said, fisting a handful of her auburn hair.

  “Holy shit! That’s it. Right there!” Mark exclaimed, pushing her head closer and closer to his groin.

  The hot heat inside her pussy surrounded Spenser’s cock and he worked harder for his release. Fucking and fucking, he felt the building pressure in his balls.

  Mark stroked her hair and backed away. Spenser noted the filmy substance at the end of Mark’s cock and looked away. She kissed Mark’s belly and said, “Now, it’s my turn.”