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  “Push out, Baily. Remember to relax and push out for me. It will hurt a little at first, but I promise it will feel much better after a few seconds if you’ll give it time,” Seth said.

  This was it. He was going to use his cock on her now. She tried to relax but could tell she was stiffening up. Cannon could obviously tell as well because he started massaging her low back, murmuring to her as he did. When the head of Seth’s cock began to breach her opening, she felt as if a thousand ants were biting her there. She moaned but did as he said and pushed out hard.

  After what felt like forever, he surged inside of her, and the stinging changed to a burn then morphed into something different. Not quite pleasure but not pain anymore. He moved in and out as Cannon followed suit on the opposite time. They seesawed inside of her, and that feeling turned into a good feeling that had her pleasure building once more into something even bigger than it had been. She gasped as her orgasm crept up higher, and she was sure she’d die when it came.

  “So fucking tight,” Seth said. “Feels like a fucking vice and hot. She’s burning me alive.”

  “She’s hot and wet and tight as a glove. I’m close, Seth. Need to hurry up, man. I’m not going to last,” Cannon said in a tight voice.

  “Get her there, man. I’m right there with you.”

  Cannon reached between them and fingered her clit. Baily gasped then screamed as her climax hit her. She bucked between them, unable to contain the feeling as she continued screaming even when no sound came out. Nothing had ever felt so good in her life. She was ruined for men forever. No use in even looking again. This was it.

  When she finally came to herself, it was to find she was cuddled between the two men. They were talking to her and telling her how good she’d been and how proud of her they were. No one had ever said that to her before either. Where were these men all her life?

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “You’re okay?” Cannon asked. “We didn’t hurt you?”

  “No. I mean it hurt at first, but like you said it was okay after that. I mean it was great,” she said.

  “Good,” Seth said.

  “Rest up, babe. We aren’t finished with you yet. The night is young,” Cannon said.

  Baily couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at her mouth. She couldn’t wait. She hadn’t had anyone treat her like a desirable woman in her entire life. She was going to go with this for as long as it lasted. To hell with if it were right or not. Every woman should have a one-night stand this perfect.

  Chapter One

  Seth wiped his forehead with the cloth from his back pocket then stuffed it back in. It was hot as hell out there. He still had four bags of mulch to spread, so he might as well get back to it.

  “Here, have a bottle of water before you get started again,” Cannon said, handing him a bottled water.

  “Thanks,” Seth said.

  “Temp’s ninety-eight in the shade, man.”

  “No shit.”

  “Want to go out for a beer after this?” Cannon asked.

  “No, let’s just head to the house and shower. I smell like a fucking manure factory,” Seth said.

  “Still thinking about her, aren’t you?” Cannon said.

  “Yeah. Can’t help it. I really like her. What about you?”

  “Dream about her almost every night. We should have gotten her phone number and her last name.”

  “I think I’m going to get my sister to ask her husband for her last name. Maybe we can get in touch with her,” Seth said.

  “Worth a try.

  “I’m desperate enough to try anything.”

  “Think he’ll give you her number?”

  “Since he knows all about us and Ménage Mountain, I doubt it. Getting her last name will be iffy. Hoping my sister will work with us and ask casual like about her for me.” Seth said.

  “Wonder if she thinks about us?” Cannon asked.

  “I hope so. If this is one-sided, we’re fucked. As it is, it’s going to be hard to have a long-distance relationship. Got to be some way to get her to move down here. I wonder what kind of job she has,” Seth said.

  “Hopefully it isn’t one she doesn’t want to leave.”

  “Maybe it’s one she can do long-distance from home.”

  “You thinking long-term then?”

  “Hell yeah. She’s the one, man. If you’re not thinking that, then we’ve got a problem,” Seth said.

  “Oh, I’m all in with her, man. She’s the one, but we’re going to have to get her on the same page. She isn’t going to believe we’re wanting long-term after only one night. Men don’t do that in the real world. You know that,” Cannon said.

  “Yeah, but they’re stupid.”

  “Better get back to work or we’ll be out here come sunset trying to get this shit done in the dark,” Cannon said.

  Seth sure didn’t want that. He was ready for a shower. He emptied the water bottle then tossed it at Cannon and got back to spreading mulch. Memories of that night kept hitting him each time he moved so that his dick rubbed against his zipper. The damn thing had been hard most of the day and was torturing him. He’d be raw by the time he got home. Fucking bastard. He’d rub one out in the shower after he’d washed the stink off him, and maybe he’d be able to walk straight for the rest of the day. Maybe.

  * * * *

  Baily stared at the stick then closed her eyes and opened them to stare at it again. Nope. It hadn’t changed. It still said positive. She was pregnant. How was that even possible? They’d used condoms. All three times. Or was that six times? How did you even count it when they’d had sex three times but there’d been two men? She sighed, unable to get her head around any of it at the moment.

  What am I going to do? I can’t take care of a baby. I can’t take care of myself.

  “Nonsense. I’m doing just fine. I can do anything I put my mind to.”

  She had been giving herself that talk for months now. Ever since she’d broken up with David. She’d been doing okay so far. She had her job, coding insurance claims, and could do it from home, so she didn’t have to go out in public. No one would have to know about her being pregnant.

  “My friends will figure it out soon enough. If I don’t meet up with them to eat occasionally, they’ll come check on me and, well, a protruding belly will be kind of hard to hide.”

  They would demand to know who the father was, and she wouldn’t be able to tell them because she didn’t even know. Was it Seth’s or was it Cannon’s? Dear God, what had she done? Who said she could have a one-night stand with no consequences?

  Do I tell them? Don’t they have the right to know? What if they demand I have an abortion? I don’t want one. They can’t make me, can they? No, of course not.

  Did she want to tell them though? She guessed they had the right to know though. She would have to tell them, but when? She could wait a little bit longer. She had nine months, right? Well, seven months. She was a good two months along now.

  Baily figured up on the calendar that she was due the middle of February. Maybe Valentine’s Day of all days. She laughed. Only she could manage something like that.

  She threw the stick in the garbage with the other four sticks and shuffled back to her desk. Her little apartment was only a one bedroom, so she had her desk in her bedroom. She needed to concentrate and get some work done or she wouldn’t get paid. Now that she had a baby on the way, she needed to get paid.

  The good thing about her job was that she’d be able to do it up until she had the baby, and she’d be able to get back to work almost immediately after she had the baby. She could do this. Women had children on their own all the time. She could, too.

  Tears trickled down her face despite her pep talk. She was scared. She’d been talked down to for so long by David that she had almost no self-esteem left and was afraid she’d screw something up. She needed to get a baby book to be sure she did everything right. She didn’t trust herself. She also needed to make an appoi ntment with a doctor and be sure she was healthy.

  Baily wiped away the tears and started back to work. She managed to put it all out of her head and finish her work queue by six that evening. She closed down the computer and had just stood and stretched when her doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, and it was only Thursday so none of her usual girlfriends would be knocking at her door ready to go out and celebrate the weekend.

  She checked the peephole and found it to be her cousin’s new wife. She unlocked the door and swung it wide.

  “Hey, Cynthia. Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Yes, it’s fine. I hope you don’t mind that I came over unannounced and all.”

  “No, not at all. Come on in.” Baily closed the door once Cynthia had walked in. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “No thanks. The reason I came over is that I didn’t want my husband to know that I talked to you. I know he’s your cousin, but this is between us girls, okay?” she asked.

  “Well, sure.” Baily was really worried now.

  “Can we sit down?” she asked.

  “Of course. I’m sorry.” Baily led her over to her secondhand couch, wishing she had something a little nicer.

  “You see, my brother and his friend have asked about you. I’m taking a guess that you guys hooked up at the wedding, right?”

  Baily felt her face heat up immediately. She clasped her hands to keep from covering her face in shame. She had nothing to be ashamed about. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.

  “Um, yeah. We met. They were nice. Why?”

  “Well, they want your phone number. They want to contact you, and I wanted to find out from you if it was okay to give it to them or not. I knew if I asked Jason he’d say hell no since he knows how my brother and his friend are, but I felt like it was up to you since you’re a grown woman. Right?” Cynthia said.

  “They want to call me?” she asked, almost afraid to believe they were really interested in her.

  “Yes. They do. So, can I give them your last name and number?”

  Baily thought hard for a few seconds. She really needed to talk to them but not over the phone. She also didn’t want to tell Cynthia her predicament. What should she do?

  “I’ve got a better idea. How about giving me their phone number and I’ll call them when I’m ready to talk to them? I need to think about this,” she said.

  “Fair enough and I think you’re right to think about it before you jump in. It’s not for everyone, you know?” Cynthia said.

  “Right. Tell them I’m thinking about it and I’ll call them when I know how I feel. Okay?”

  “Sounds good to me. Do you have a piece of paper? I’ll write it down for you.”

  Baily grabbed a pen and some paper off her office desk and handed it to Cynthia. Once the other woman had written it down, she left, and Baily sat on the couch, holding their names and numbers for a long time just staring at them. Now she had no choice but to tell them about her baby. She just had to get up the courage to go and meet with them and let them know. The question now was when.

  Chapter Two

  “It’s been over a month, and we still haven’t heard from her. I don’t think she’s going to call. We might as well stop thinking about her, man,” Cannon said.

  “I’m not giving up. She has a lot to think about. I mean a ménage relationship isn’t for everyone, but getting involved takes some time to sort out the feelings it stirs up. She could still call,” Seth insisted.

  “I’ve just about lost hope. I don’t think we’ll ever find anyone as perfect as her again. We should have pursued her before we let her go. Letting her get away to think too much ruined it for us,” Cannon said.

  “You’re probably right,” Seth said.

  Cannon hated admitting defeat when it came to Baily, but over three months of not seeing her and over a month of not hearing from her after she’d been given their phone numbers said something. She didn’t want to see them again after their little tryst. It had meant something to them, but evidently it had been a one-off thing for her. Something off her sexual bucket list. Screw two men at one time. Check.

  He turned up his beer and finished it in one long pull before slamming the bottle in the recycle bin so that it broke.

  “That’s not helping,” Seth said.

  “Going out to the garage to hit the bag,” Cannon said.

  “Tape up first. No use beating up your knuckles so that you have trouble with them working Monday,” Seth said.

  “Fuck.”

  Cannon took the time to tape up his hands because Seth was right. If he busted up his knuckles too badly, it would be hell trying to work Monday with them. He started off punching the bag in a slow, lazy routine then worked his way up to using his feet as well as his hands until he had the bag swinging hard. He worked himself into a hard sweat, and by the time he finally stopped he was sore all over and his hands hurt like a mother.

  It had helped to work off some of the anger in him that they missed out on the perfect woman for them, but it didn’t make the pain go away. He figured nothing would make that go away but time. If that even did.

  He unwrapped his hands and tossed the tape in the trash then pulled his T-shirt over his head followed by his shorts and after pulling off his shoes, his socks. He tossed them all into the washer on the way in the house. He walked through the house toward the stairs to head up to take a shower.

  “Cooking steaks on the grill tonight. Sound good to you?” Seth asked from the kitchen as he passed.

  “Yeah. I’ll be back down in a few,” he said.

  “Won’t put them on until you get back down. Potatoes are already in the oven, so they’ll be ready in about an hour,” Seth said.

  Cannon grunted and continued upstairs. Once in the bathroom he and Seth shared, he turned on the shower and stepped under the spray even before it was hot. The icy cold water was a shock to his system, but it felt good against his overheated skin. He washed off until he felt clean then grabbed the shower gel, squeezed a generous amount into his hand, and lathered up his hard cock. All he’d been able to think about the entire time he’d been hitting the bag was Baily. Now he would do something about his hard-on.

  He squeezed the base of his dick then ran his soaped-up hand up his shaft then back down again. He returned to the head and ran it over it then all the way back down. He tugged on it over and over while he rolled his balls, thinking of how sexy Baily had been lying on that bed looking up at them when they’d been pulling off their pants. She’d had huge eyes as they’d freed their cocks.

  I bet she’d never seen cocks as big as ours before. Probably been fucking pencil dicks before us.

  He hoped she never fucked another man after them. No, that was selfish of him. He wanted her to be happy. If that wasn’t with them then with someone. He just wished it would have been with them. They would have moved heaven and earth to have made her happy if she just would have given them a chance.

  He pulled on his dick until he began to feel that burn that signaled he was close. His balls were heavy with his cum as they slowly pulled up. He could see her as she’d had her mouth around Seth’s cock while he’d been balls deep in her pussy. She’d taken his deep down her throat like she’d taken him before. It had been unbelievable. She didn’t have a gag reflex, and when she swallowed it had felt like nothing he’d ever felt before as she’d milked him.

  Cannon squeezed his balls lightly as he tugged at his cock, rubbing hard on it. All he could think of as he masturbated was what it had felt like to sheath himself deep in her pussy over and over again. He’d bottomed out in her, his thick width stretching her tight cunt wide. He couldn’t imagine ever finding another woman who fit him as perfectly as Baily had.

  He slammed his hand against the shower wall as cum shot up his shaft and out the slit of his cock as he went up on his toes and his ass tightened to the point of painful cramps as he climaxed. He filled his hand an d shot all over the shower wall. He hit the shower stall again as he finally emptied his balls, and he came down off his toes to lean his head against the cool ceramic tiles. Fuck, that had been intense.

  He caught his breath then cleaned up and took care of the shower stall he’d messed up. Though he was sexually sated for the moment, he was exhausted. Between the workout session and his self-love session, he was too tired to do much else. The steak dinner sounded good though. He would eat then veg in front of the TV. Hopefully there was something good on the sports channel. If not, there might be something on the history channel.

  When he made it back downstairs nearly an hour later, it was to find Seth pulling the steaks out of the fridge where he’d been marinating them.

  “Just in time. Pull the potatoes out of the oven for me, will you?” Seth asked.

  “Got them.”

  “I’ll be back inside in about seven minutes.”

  Cannon set the table then pulled the potatoes out of the oven. He forked them and found them to be perfect. He grabbed the butter and sour cream from the fridge then put everything on the table. He grabbed two beers and set them on the table just as Cannon returned with the steaks from outside.

  “Perfect timing,” he said.

  “How are the hands?” Seth asked.

  “Fine. I taped them.”

  “Still look a bit worked over,” Seth said.

  “They’ll be fine for work,” he said.

  “At least you taped them this time,”

  They ate in silence for the most part. Occasionally they made a comment about the weather or about a basketball team, but they were pretty used to eating in silence. When they’d finished they cleaned up, sticking the dishes in the dishwasher.