Closing her eyes, she felt thick, warm fingers skitter along the inside of her jeans, brushing over the curve of her ass. Then the truck stopped.

“Here we are.” Troy ’s voice distracted her, bringing her back to reality. She was going through with this!

Troy slid out, taking the keys with him. He stretched.

Anneke kept an eye on him, letting her gaze travel up the length of his hard body.

Bill followed next, patting the seat. “Out you come.”

Anneke grinned. “I hope.”

“Oh, the two of us are very good.” Bill’s smile radiated even in the darkness.

Before them stood a large, ranch-style house with one lit lamp in the window. A wooden porch led to the front door. Anneke took Bill’s hand and felt Troy ’s on the small of her back.

She sashayed, well aware of their heated gazes on her.

“My, what a lovely ass.” Bill patted her square on her bottom.

Anneke wiggled her hips a little more for his benefit. She swallowed a lump of nervousness down, pushing any and all fears about this endeavour out of her head. She wanted this, her body craved their touch.

Troy pushed a key into the lock and turned the handle, opening the door with a soft click. A breeze blew past the trio, forcing a shiver from Anneke.

Troy looked back, stepped aside and waved her inside. “Ladies, first.”

She stepped inside, her shoes clicking loudly against the wood patio until she’d stepped onto the soft carpet of the living room and foyer. A light switch flipped on behind her, illuminating the place in a soft glow. Their furniture was sparse, a couch, two recliners, a coffee table she was certain one of them had made by hand. A shelf on one wall housed a number of books, some looking to be fairly old. Candles rested on the mantel above the fireplace. Two oak tables had more candles. A few plants littered the floor by the windows.

It seems that the boys took care of their place. Not an ounce of what she saw spelled bachelor pad.

Scents of hay and wheat hit her nose along with pine and oak. Everything in the house spoke of comfort in some manner or another.

“Wow.” She stepped further inside.

“You like?” Troy set a hand on her hip, letting it slide down to cup her bottom.

“I do indeed. I figured you two were ultimate bachelors, La-Z-Boy recliners with a beer cooler and large screen TV. This is…different.”

“ Troy and I like to read a lot in our spare time when we’re not working on advertising or the farm. We’ve spent time rebuilding this place from what it was once to what it is now.”

“By hand, I imagine.” She let the drawl in her voice sound more like a purr.

Bill walked towards a wet bar. “Drinks?”

“I’ll have a beer.” Anneke throat was parched, but she was certain after a few minutes that things would heat up, and she’d taste something to cool off her hot mouth.

“Bourbon on the rocks, Troy?” Bill reached below and popped out an ice-cold beer, removed the top and handed it to Anneke.

Troy nodded.

Bill poured ice into two separate glasses and poured bourbon for both of them before turning to Anneke. “I think we’ll be done with this place in a few weeks or so. Ain’t that about right, Troy?”

Troy took the drink and nodded. “Have a seat.” He offered Anneke one of the recliners or a spot on the couch.

She chose to sit in the middle of the couch, figuring for the most clichéd scenario. A moment later, Bill and Troy had sat down, each occupying a side of her.

“What brought you and the girls out last night?” Troy slid an arm around Anneke and the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her neck.

A shiver ran through her from the touch, the spark of desire spreading low in her belly.

“I had a bad breakup with this stupid ex and needed to be cheered up. The girls came over and brought a stack of bad porn so we could drink and make fun of guys who can’t fuck or get hard when they see hot chicks.” Anneke took a sip of her beer and looked at both men.

Troy ’s fingers played lightly over her skin, sending goose bumps rushing over her skin. “I see. So you three decided to go out after watching bad pornography.”

“Mm-hmm. It’s kinda our thing.” Anneke stretched and let her shoulders relax against the couch. A pair of hands caressed her shoulders and turned her to face Troy while easing tension from her.

“That feels good.” Anneke stretched out, leaning forward for Bill’s strong hands. Nimble fingers moved over her shoulders, smoothing tension out of her neck. She set one leg across Troy ’s thigh.

He smiled and stroked her thigh. “You’ve got very nice legs.”

Even through the jeans, she felt the strength in his touch. Anneke smiled. “I work out.”

“I can tell.” He gave her thigh a light squeeze.

Troy set down his drink and excused himself. He walked into the kitchen.

Anneke kept her gaze on his ass, watching the shift of weight in his jeans. Bill spread out one thigh alongside hers, easing her back into his arms that settled around her waist.

“You’re not trying to make a girl too comfortable here, are you?” She set her head back against his shoulder.

Bill nuzzled her cheek with his rough five o’clock shadow scraping her cheek lightly. “Now why would I do that?” His drawl slipped out in his speech.

Anneke found it cute.

A moment later, Troy returned, lighter in hand. He walked around the room, lighting various candles including the ones on the fireplace mantel.

He move gracefully from one candle to the next before setting the lighter down. The air filled with scents of jasmine and cinnamon, instantly warming things.

He picked up his drink, brought it to his lips and took a sip before settling down on the couch beside Anneke. He pulled one leg into his lap and took off her shoe.

She wiggled her toes and watched him slip off her sock to reveal a stocking clad foot.

Winking, he rubbed his knuckles into the ball of her foot. Rolling his knuckles down slowly, he looked up at her and smiled. “And your feet are pretty, too.”

Sighing, Anneke let herself slip into a deeper state of relaxation. She felt safe with these two men so far, though her hormones were racing through her body at the speed of an Indy 500 race car… She definitely wanted some action and needed to steer the conversation towards her aching pussy.

Troy ’s fingers massaged her foot, sending pleasurable waves up her thigh towards her throbbing bud.

Bill’s hands worked down her shoulders and started in on her arms. “You’re toned.” He muttered, kissing the back of her neck.

A chill went down her spine, hardening her nipples. Anneke turned and cupped Bill’s chin and stroked it lightly.

He leaned back, spreading his legs open for her.

She settled herself against him, nudging his cock with her ass. She wriggled her hips. “I’d like to feel that sometime.”

Bill smiled against her skin, inhaling her scent.

Troy ’s fingers had worked between her toes, easing discomfort from her. His hand crept up her leg, long fingers massaging her calf muscle. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Stockings?”

She winked. “Yup. I was hoping you two weren’t gay.”

Troy leapt up and straddled her thighs, his huge figure encroaching upon her. His mouth hung inches from hers. “You think we’re gay, darlin’?”

She snorted. “What’s it take to get a girl laid around here?”

Bill’s soft chuckle blew whispers of warm air against her neck.

Troy leaned in, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. His tongue shoved into her open mouth, swirling around the inside as though claiming her while he explored. He pressed her against Bill, his mouth slanting over hers to deepen the kiss.

Anneke stroked his tongue with hers while inhaling his oh-so-divine, masculine scent. This was what she wanted!

Her skin itched against her bra. Panting, she begged for his touch or Bill’s. Either would work just as long as one of them took her into his warm mouth and suckled hard.