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  Spenser yanked her from the bed then, realizing she’d somehow managed to postpone her orgasm. Clasping one hand to her ass, he squeezed her bottom and pulled her on top of him.

  “Good Lord, I can’t come,” he said. “This is too fucking hot.”

  She giggled. “You’ll come,” she said confidently. Then, she seated herself on top of him and rode the fucking hell out of his cock. And, by damn, she was right. He shot off like a rocket and he was ready to go again a few minutes later.

  * * * *

  The next morning, she climbed out of bed and slipped into her robe. She giggled when she noticed the full champagne glasses. With two gorgeous men giving her more than enough to sip on, who needed alcohol?

  She traipsed into the kitchen and found a pot of hot coffee and a note.

  You were terrific. We didn’t want to wake you. Come on over when you’re dressed and ready or just come on over the way we left you. Clothing is so overrated when it’s hanging on you.

  Merry Christmas, beautiful,

  Spenser and Mark

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “What have I done?” She grabbed her cell phone and paced. “Please answer. Please answer.”

  “So? How were they?” Ansley asked.

  “Fabulous,” Patience said. “How’d you know?”

  “Intuition. Any guilt?”

  Patience studied the cascading waters. “No, worse.”

  “Worse than guilt? Honey, I can carry a lot of weight around on these shoulders but guilt is something I’ve never been able to successfully manage. What could be worse than feeling guilty?”

  “Falling for two guys who are bound to lead me straight into trouble.”

  “I knew it!” Ansley exclaimed excitedly.

  “You knew what, that I’d fall for them if I slept with them?”

  “No,” she said. “Listen, now that everything seems to be going just as I imagined, I have a confession.”

  Patience felt her heart stand still. She closed her eyes and waited.

  “First, you have to promise you won’t get mad. Promise?”

  “Ansley, what have you done?” she asked sternly.

  “Remember that Kimberly and I love you. We only want you to be happy. Remember, I told you last night. We only want you to have the best life possible. Keep that in mind, okay?”

  “What the hell have you done, Ansley?”

  Ansley cleared her throat. A few moments of complete silence passed and then Ansley blurted out, “Kimberly and I signed you up for an online dating service!”

  “You did what?”

  “The McCoys were perfect matches for you and after we interviewed them, we knew you’d flip over them.”

  “You. Did. What?”

  “The McCoys are our Christmas present to you. Merry Christmas.”

  “Ansley! Normal people do not give away men as Christmas gifts!”

  “If they did the bow thing I suggested, then I’m not sure why you’re complaining. That’s always been a personal fantasy of mine.”

  Oh, God, she was so embarrassed. Her friends had orchestrated this whole thing from start to finish? Hell, they probably even knew all about the little things that truly turned her on. She thought back to the night before.

  Sure they did. Strawberry lube, Cristal champagne, a vibrator with an extra-large head in various speeds, and the place that really cranked her cranny—behind her knees, the erogenous zone they seemed hesitant to leave when they’d played their bedroom games. Naturally, her big-mouth friend filled them in on every detail, regardless of how small.

  Tears streamed down her face. Not because she was sad, oh no, she’d have time to drown in sorrow later. Right then she was mad as all hell. She felt like a fool, a blatant idiot. “Ansley, how could you do this to me?”

  “Easy,” she said. “I love you. Kimberly and I want to see you happy so we hired a professional to find your soul mates and if you ask me, Hook-Up Online Dating did one hell of a good job.”

  “You found these guys through a place called Hook-Up Online Dating?”

  “Yes, we actually chose them because of their business name, but after we met Spenser and Mark, I have to tell you, we fell in love with them. Figuratively speaking, of course.”

  “I have to go,” she said.

  “No! Wait, Patience. You have to tell me all about—”

  “I need some time, Ansley. I’ll call you in a few days. Merry Christmas.” She hung up the phone and glared at the empty beach. What a foolish woman she’d been. What a dead-level idiot. The McCoys might as well have been hired hands.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “Damn it!”

  She slammed the door and locked it. She went to the front door and made sure she secured the dead bolt lock, too. Then she went into her bedroom and cried herself to sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Resilient, Patience was a lot like her mother. She wondered what her mom would do in a circumstance like this so when her parents called from France to wish her a Merry Christmas, she asked. Her mother made her promise she’d follow her advice before she shared any. What a mistake that had been, but she planned to keep her word.

  Since it was Christmas, her mom wanted her to follow through with her original plans. One dinner wouldn’t hurt, and she didn’t want her spending the holidays alone.

  She knocked on the door and Spenser immediately opened it. “Hey,” he said, sliding a simple kiss on her cheek and watching her curiously.

  Great, she thought. Ansley must’ve made a phone call and advised the enemy of incoming fire. “Merry Christmas,” she said, handing them a platter of deviled eggs and returning one of the bottles of Cristal.

  “The champagne was for you,” Mark said, setting the table.

  “I don’t think I’ll be drinking champagne for a while.”

  “Oh?” Spenser asked, raising a brow.

  “No,” she stated flatly. Keeping her cool and her distance, she said, “Dinner looks delicious.”

  Mark held out her chair and Spenser popped the cork on a choice Fetzer selection. Wonder how he knew?

  He started to fill her glass, but she waved her hand over the top of the goblet. “No, thank you.”

  Mark took a deep breath and started carving the turkey. “Something on your mind?”

  “No,” she said. “Yours?”

  “Can’t think of anything specific,” Mark said.

  “I can,” Spenser said, reaching across the table and patting her hand.

  She pulled away from him and watched Mark carve thick slices of the white meat, piling it high on the platter. “Ham or turkey?” he asked.

  “Turkey,” she said, holding out her plate when he offered her a piece of meat.

  “Dressing?” Spenser asked, passing the tray.

  “Sure, why not?”

  “Green beans? Corn?”

  “Yes. No.”

  “How about a good, old-fashioned roll?” Mark said, slapping the carving kit next to the turkey platter. “Are you up for that?”

  Spenser’s head snapped to attention. Patience stared at the dark, hungry eyes of a man who didn’t let a woman pout at his dinner table.

  “This was a bad idea,” she choked out, standing. Addressing Spenser, she said, “Thank you for the dinner invitation. I’m not feeling well.”

  “Stay, Patience. You can’t pay any attention to Mark. He’s just in a mood because he didn’t get to sink in between those soft thighs last night.”

  The fucking nerve.

  Mark moved around the table. “Yes, that’s exactly what my problem is. I say we solve it right now.”

  “I’m not feeling well,” she explained once more.

  “You’re fine,” Mark said. “You might be a little embarrassed, but outside of a little humiliation, you’re better than you’ve ever been. Freshly fucked, admired, and adored, I’d say you’re better off than a lot of women this Christmas Day.”

  She raised her hand to slap him. Then she hit mental rewind. Did he
say admired and adored?

  Spenser stood. “Patience, we should’ve told you.”

  “Damn straight, you should have.”

  “If we had told you, would you have given us a chance?”

  Hell no. “I don’t know.”

  “I do,” Mark said. “Because in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve discovered a few things about you. Your friends have been very gracious and provided some details about your life, but they also guarded your privacy. They wanted you to have someone who would care for you and respect your wishes. We’ve done that so far, haven’t we?”

  “Yeah buddy,” she spouted off. “Right down to the perfect vibrator and my favorite champagne, you guys didn’t slip one time, did you?”

  “I hope we got it right,” Mark said sincerely. Then, his entire expression changed. “Look, Patience, we worked hard here. We wanted to make sure we did everything the perfect way after we heard you wasted time on two losers who did everything the wrong way.”

  She stared at them blankly. “Did anyone ever tell either of you that a good relationship is built on trust? How am I supposed to trust you if we started out like this?”

  Spenser said, “We haven’t been entirely dishonest.”

  “You were dishonest by omission.”

  “Not necessarily,” Mark pointed out. “We watched you walk down to the pier every morning. We were here several days before we approached you and we asked you out on a somewhat traditional date…three times before you accepted.”

  “And then showed up on my doorstep wrapped in pure delight with nothing on but…but…”

  Mark and Spenser smiled. They had to know her defenses were shot to hell. Looking at them made her pussy turn to heated cream.

  “What do you say we start over? Sit down, eat a nice Christmas dinner, have a glass of wine, and then—”

  “And then we have a nice repeat performance of last night?”

  “Something like that,” Spenser said. “Sounds all right to me, how about you, Mark?”

  Mark only gave her a heated stare. “What do you say?”

  “I say you’ve both lost your marbles.”

  Spenser nodded. “Okay, so maybe you’re right, but I know where I can find mine.” He walked over to her, cupped her hand in his. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

  They walked across the dining room. He had to pull her along and she pretended to resist. Good Lord in heaven knew, she wanted to put up a fight, but she didn’t know how to say no when she was around them.

  She didn’t know how, she mused, because she didn’t have the desire to turn them away. Sure, she was angry at the twins. She had every reason to feel betrayed. Best friends didn’t manipulate their girl friends or the relationships they wanted them to form.

  She’d deal with Ansley and Kimberly later. No, she’d get even when they least expected it.

  Spenser nudged his bedroom door open and her eyes lit up as soon as she saw the illuminated room. Over fifty candles flickered around the area.

  Red and green satin sheets covered the bed and, bedside, a small banquet table was prepared with sex in mind. The table consisted of champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, an entire assortment of more fruits, and dips ranging from fruit dip to a warm bowl of chocolate, more candles, and body flavorings.

  “You did this for me?”

  “Yes,” they said simultaneously. “But there’s more,” Spenser said, leading her into the bathroom. Mark opened the door.

  “Oh, my God,” she said.

  “You mentioned having sex on the beach and since it rained today, Mark and I made arrangements to move the beach indoors.”

  “Arrangements?” she asked, scanning the area. At least three feet of sand covered the floor. A skin board—and upon closer inspection, she noticed it was in fact hers—leaned against the corner, along with a beach ball and surfboard. The Jacuzzi tub had been filled with salt water, and the undeniable smell of sand and sea filled the air.

  “So we called in a few favors,” Mark said.

  “You must’ve phoned the Coast Guard,” she whispered.

  “Ah, you know what they say. Those fellows in the Coast Guard can’t wait to ‘be part of the action’.”

  “Why did you do this?” she asked, eyeing the beach blanket and the large stereo set up on the vanity. “Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take you to clean up this mess?”

  “The tub drains. A vacuum cleaner can take care of the rest.”

  “But—”

  “We did this for you,” Mark said, drawing her close.

  Spenser stood behind her. Sandwiched between the McCoys, she felt the kind of affection she’d lacked in her last relationship. Spenser moved her hair to the side and placed a kiss at the nape of her neck. “We want to do things to please you.”

  “How are we doing so far?” Mark asked, brushing his knuckles from her chin to her ear and back down again.

  “You’re not striking out,” she said, feeling her heart race forward.

  “I hope not,” Spenser said. “We’re sincere here, Patience. We want to make you happy and give you a Christmas to remember.”

  Patience inched toward the bathroom door. She stared back at the bedroom. “Do you know I can’t remember what I ate for Christmas last year?”

  “Really?” Spenser said, a light coming on his eyes. “Me neither.”

  She jiggled the top button on her blouse. “I can’t recall what I’ve had for dinner on any holiday.”

  Mark looped his arms around her waist. Nibbling on her lobe, he said, “I went to all this trouble to prepare a meal you’ll never forget. That’s a promise.”

  To hell with buttons, she thought, grabbing the front of her blouse with both hands. She yanked the material apart and the men stared at her dark red lace demi-style bra. “I’m starved,” she assured them. “Question is, are you two ready to eat?”

  She pushed her black pants over her hips and stepped out of her high heels long enough to ensure she didn’t hit a snag. Then she slipped back into the spiked heels a street walker would’ve been proud to wear, and she worked her walk all the way over to the banquet table. Once there, she pressed her bottom to the edge and struck a pose.

  “Which one of you boys will help me hop up here? You’re missing your centerpiece on this big table of yours.”

  Chapter Twelve

  They plucked strawberries from her pussy and sipped champagne from her lips. Spenser continued to devour her chocolate-covered nipples and Mark hand-fed her various fruits for one purpose—so they could tease one another with their tongues while they battled for the largest bite.

  After the teasing reached a climactic point, it was her turn. She sucked cock smothered in chocolate, lapped at the wine she drizzled down their backs, and finally decided nothing was more personal or pleasing than a sixty-nine when whipped cream was used as an edible lubricant.

  When they’d played all they cared to play on the banquet table, they carried her into the bathroom. They turned on the Jacuzzi jets and tried to simulate a make-shift ocean but decided the sand held the most appeal. Spreading out on the blanket, Spenser and Mark sheathed themselves.

  Immediately, she felt the butterflies in her stomach. Her head was swimming, and she finally said, “I can’t handle both of you at the same time.”

  “Sure you can,” Spenser said. “We’re going to make this enjoyable for you.”

  “No,” she protested. “You don’t understand. My body isn’t large enough for two cocks at once. I can’t physically do it.”

  “Then we won’t,” Spenser said, removing his condom.

  They didn’t look disappointed. They didn’t act like they expected something in place of what they preferred. They simply took a no as a no, without pressure or guilt.

  A few delicious moments later, Spenser’s cock stroked her tongue. He pressed the tip to the back of her throat and withdrew. Mark pushed her legs apart. Holding on to her thighs, he stayed on his knees and
lowered his head. Sticking out his tongue, he swiped once.

  God help her, she came undone. She shifted, encouraging him to use his exquisite tongue for all the right reasons. Instead, she felt the tip of his cock.

  “Damn, I’m horny,” Mark whispered, almost as an excuse since he failed to deliver oral sex.

  Seconds later, he pounded into her pussy with obvious restraint. His thrusts were uneven, and she tried to look around Spenser and see Mark’s eyes as he fucked her. God help her, she wanted to capture the intensity of his gaze and ride out the first orgasm she experienced while honing in on his hazy, lust-filled eyes.

  She tapped Spenser’s balls and he slowed down with a groan. “Coming,” he muttered. But he remained slow and easy, keeping the same gait he maintained the entire time. That is, until the hot spray of his cum jetted against her cheek and he lost all control. Fucking her mouth, he screamed as he came. “Yes! Yes! Suck, oh, God yeah, take me all the way, baby. All the way to your throat, sweetheart.”

  Mark followed a timed pattern. His in-and-out sequence changed. He screwed himself all the way in and then pulled out. He gave her short strokes, barely on the inside of her vagina, and then he pounded inside again.

  When Spenser moved away from her face, Mark grabbed her hands and clasped them above her head. Then he fucked to the finish, but even as they came together, Patience knew there would never be an ending to this.

  Mark and Spenser McCoy belonged to her. They were hers to have and to hold, to love and to cherish. And this was one Christmas she’d forever remember.

  * * * *

  “So did you have a good Christmas?” Spenser asked her the next day while scrambling eggs.

  “Yes,” she said, eyeing the opening at the back of his apron.

  “What did you get?”

  “Great sex.”

  “Is that all?” he teased.

  “Good wine.”

  “Anything else?” Mark asked, entering the kitchen. “Nice apron,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s a sad day when I have to see my brother’s ass first thing in the morning.”