"He's really, really good in bed.” He had to give Kir credit for saying it with such a straight face. That was one he never would have been able to pull off.

She looked up at the ceiling. “Great. I'm stuck between Perv and Pervier."

Logan held up a hand. “I get to be Pervier."

Kir laughed. “No argument here."

Jordan rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth as the idiots on either side of her laughed at their own cleverness. Men . “Guys!"

"Yes?"

"Hmm?"

She sighed. “Look, I have no idea what you're thinking, but stop thinking it ."

"No."

"Uh-uh. Sorry.” Kir's hand moved to cup her breast. He ignored her squawk of protest as his thumb stroked her nipple through her shirt. “There isn't man alive who'd have a woman like you in his bed and not be thinking it."

"Unless he was gay,” Logan added, gently prying her fingers off her shirt.

"True.” Kir moved his hand long enough for Logan to pull her shirt open again. Goofy grins crossed both their faces as her breasts were exposed.

Damn, Logan's skin is so warm. She licked her lips, trying to focus her thoughts again on why this was a bad idea. She would have batted at him but Logan still had hold of her hand. “You're gods. Go do something, I dunno. Godly. And hands off, buster!"

"Sorry, I'm more of a hands-on kinda guy."

Jordan stared at Kir as Logan snickered next to her. She was starting to sense that Kir wasn't nearly as innocent as he tried to let on. “Why am I getting the feeling you're more the instigator?"

Kir gasped, doing his best to look innocent and failing miserably. The fact that his hand was still stroking her breast didn't help. “Me?"

"Yes, you! And you! Knock it off!"

Jordan turned to glare at Logan as he reached down and licked one bared nipple. She had the feeling that it lacked some impact when she gasped with pleasure.

"I'm sorry, but it was staring right at me. I had to do something about it."

She stared at him. “That was bad."

"I know."

"Humble doesn't work on you any more than innocent does."

"Give a guy points for trying?"

She twitched when a wet tongue licked her left nipple. “Kir!"

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear me say knock it off?"

"You said it to him, not me."

"Argh!"

"I think she's getting irritated."

Logan stared down at her thoughtfully. “No, see there? Her lips twitched."

"You're right. I think she likes us."

"I think so, too."

"I think you two are certifiable.” She was trying desperately not to laugh.

"You think we're cute. Admit it.” Kir was batting his lashes at her again. She had to bite her lip to keep the laugh in her throat.

"No!"

Logan tsk'd. “She said no again."

"Yeah, she did."

"What do you think she's saying no to?” Logan was inching his way down her body. She had the feeling that, unless she got a handle on things, her pants were going the way of the dodo.

"Guys! Hello! Been shot here! See? Owie!” She pointed to her arm in the sling. She blinked, realizing that her hand was free and she hadn't really tried to stop either of them from what they were doing.

"And we're offering to kiss your boo-boos but you keep saying that ‘N’ word."

"The one that ends in ‘O'?” Kir's hand was still gently kneading her breast.

"Yup, that's the one.” Logan's clever fingers were undoing her jeans.

Kir leaned over her with a leer. “Give up. Resistance is futile."

Logan's fingers stopped moving. He raised his eyebrow at Kir through the fall of his hair. “Didn't we agree there would be no more Borg in bed?"

"Oh, right. Sorry. Carry on."

These two are nuts! Incredibly sexy and hunk-a-licious, but nuts. “Oh, God."

"Yes?” They chorused.

"Get me out of here."

"Get you out of these? Sure!"

Logan's hands were incredibly gentle as he removed her pants and panties.

"I notice you're not really fighting.” She looked up into Kir's suddenly serious face. “But if you really want us to stop, just say so."

Logan lay down next to her again and propped his head on his hand. “We do love you, you know.” His other hand caressed her bared stomach again. His touch was soft and soothing. “We want you comfortable with us.” His smile turned into a leer. “Of course, we'd like you hot for us, too."

The identical looks of hope on their faces melted her heart. “Guys..."

"Yes?"

"Hmm?"

Panic fluttered briefly in her heart. I'm not ready for this yet. It's too damn soon. “Give me time?” Time to figure out what's really going on, and whether or not I want to be a part of it. “Please. I'm not saying no, I'm saying wait. This ... this isn't something I take lightly."

Logan looked at Kir over her naked body and smiled. “I can live with that."

"So can I.” Kir leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

They lay down next to her, Logan being extra careful of her wounded right shoulder. His erection pressed against her right hip, while Kir's pressed against her left. A wicked, sleepy grin crossed his lips.

“G'night, John-boy."

Two groans were quickly followed by a dark chuckle.

Oh, man. What the hell am I doing?

She'd just turned down sex with two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, but was still sleeping naked with them.

Jamie was going to have her committed.

Chapter Six

Kir leaned back against the base of the chaise lounge, his head resting against Logan's knee, and sighed contentedly. Jordan's head was resting in his lap, her gaze riveted to the plasma TV and the movie playing on it. Bless you, Netflix. Picking up Bed of Roses had been a stroke of genius. The female lead was just getting the idea that, perhaps, kicking Christian Slater out of her life had been the worst mistake she'd ever made. He was hoping Jordan's quick mind would pick up on the hint he was trying to give her.

Jordan frowned, and clicked the pause button. “I don't get it."

Logan leaned down and offered her another bite of s'more. “What don't you get, sweetheart?"

She swallowed before answering. Kir had the strongest urge to lean down and lick that little bit of chocolate that had escaped and was now decorating the corner of her mouth. “He does everything, and I mean everything , right, but she runs him off because she's afraid of being hurt.” She shook her head, confusion all over her features. “I mean, how often do you find the perfect guy? And then to just send him away?"

Kir grunted. He'd already found the perfect guy, but he could kind of understand where what's-her-face was coming from. He picked up the box and read the actress's name: Mary Stuart Masterson. “Fear does weird things to some people."

"She fixes this, right? I mean, does he take her back?"

Kir took a bite of the s'more Logan held down for him and let his lover answer. “Wouldn't that be spoiling the movie?"

"But I want to know.” She pouted up at them.

"Then watch.” Kir shook his head sadly. “Are you one of those people?"

" Those people?"

"The ones who read the back of the book before they ever begin it."

She frowned. “There's nothing wrong with a little foreknowledge."

"If you say so.” He grinned as Logan dropped the last bite of s'more into her mouth when she opened it to protest. “Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?"