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  Drops of water on the tile of the giant shower told her Peter had been there before her. She took a moment to get clean, then pilfered one of the big T-shirts in his walk-in closet. It was time to go find him and see what this morning after would bring. She hoped it would be the start of something big.

  Lilly followed her nose to a beautiful kitchen that looked like it had been orchestrated by an expert. She took a moment to admire the gleaming appliances and gorgeously designed workspace before turning her attention to the hunk at the stove. Gosh, he was beautiful too. Every muscle sculpted to perfection, a fun loving personality, quick mind and—now she knew firsthand—intense skills as a lover.

  Peter must’ve heard her sigh. He spun around, spatula in hand and gave her a slow, sexy grin.

  “Morning, Lil. Why don’t you come over here so I can eat you for breakfast?”

  She stepped into the kitchen, answering the invitation in his eyes…and stopped short. Mike was sitting at the kitchen table off to one side, reading the newspaper.

  Her eyes met Mike’s and they were smouldering. She hesitated on the threshold.

  “Uh…hi, Mike. Did you come over for breakfast?” She knew her face was probably beet red with embarrassment at being caught like this.

  “I live here, babe.” He saluted her with his coffee mug before taking a sip. His eyes never left her, giving her body a thorough appraisal.

  At that moment, she realised the borrowed T-shirt didn’t cover much. It only came to the tops of her thighs and her nipples stood out beneath it, tenting the fabric as if begging for attention.

  “I don’t understand.” She really didn’t. They were best friends. She knew that. But she’d had no idea they lived together. A shocking thought ran through her mind. The lived together. Were they together together? She didn’t think so, but she was definitely puzzled by Mike’s presence and apparent comfort in Peter’s house.

  Mike finally released her from his gaze, shooting a look to his buddy at the stove. “You didn’t tell her much, did you?”

  Peter shrugged as he plated some scrambled eggs. “I was preoccupied.”

  Mike’s hot gaze refocused on her. “I can see why, but she needs to know, Pete.”

  “What do I need to know?” She didn’t like the tone of their conversation and she was beginning to have doubts that the future she’d envisioned was going to have a shot at coming true. Dread filled her.

  “Why don’t we all sit down and eat? We’ll tell you all about it, Lil.” Peter placed a full plate on the table, pulling out a chair for her in invitation.

  With slow steps, she approached the table. The minute she was close enough, Peter scooped her into his arms and kissed her for all he was worth. Her knees gave out, but his arms held her tight as passion rose.

  Then he let her go and guided her into the chair. He crouched low, stroking her cheek and looking deep into her eyes.

  “Now that’s the way I want to start all my mornings. You’re beautiful, Lil.”

  She was breathless. And then she remembered their audience. Heat filled her cheeks as Peter went to fetch his own plate from the stove.

  Mike put away the paper and reached for her hand. She gave it self-consciously. It seemed strange for him to touch her—even in such an innocent way—after the night she’d spent in Peter’s arms. Mike began to speak as Peter returned to the table and settled at her side. She was flanked by the men, one on each side, and she suddenly realised that every time they’d gone out after class or even at the bar last night, they’d taken the same positions around her.

  “Pete and I grew up together. Our dads were partners in Foster Electronics. My dad was the silent partner, the backer who invested a substantial amount of money to get the firm started, but he didn’t have much to do with the day-to-day operations. Since he died, me and my little brother each inherited fifty percent of his fortune, including half his shares in Foster Electronics.”

  “Okay…” She didn’t know where he was going with this, but it seemed Mike was just as financially well off as Peter was. Why, then, were they in the Army?

  “He’ll get to the point eventually,” Peter’s sarcasm was light hearted as he ate his breakfast.

  “The point is, we’ve been best friends since childhood. We grew up together. We were in school together. We enlisted together and re-upped together twice. Since being transferred into this special unit, we’ve lived together too.” Mike was trying to tell her something, but she didn’t quite understand.

  “You’re not… um… gay?”

  Both men burst out laughing, setting that issue, at least, to rest.

  “Not hardly,” Peter choked out around a mouthful of eggs and toast.

  “What I’m about to tell you is classified, so you can’t tell anyone. I got clearance from our CO to let you in on this, but only because we both want you in our future.”

  “Both?” Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Having both of them was her most delicious secret fantasy, but how could it ever work in the real world? She didn’t think it could. There would be jealousy, competition and hurt feelings, she was sure.

  Mike looked at Peter with beseeching eyes and Peter wiped his mouth with his napkin and took the ball. It was like Mike had asked for help and Peter had come in for the save.

  “We went special ops together and our commander at the time realised how close we were. One of us always seemed to know what the other would do. We got a sort of reputation in the unit and they started to always pair us together. As long as we worked together, we couldn’t fail to obtain an objective. Eventually the higher ups started noticing and we got tested and selected for a very special unit. The one we’re in now.”

  “Did you notice how all the guys were in pairs last night at the bar?” Mike asked. “We don’t mean to do it while off duty, but habits die hard. Each of us operates on a two-man team and we train together as a unit, but always grouped in our two-man teams. We get sent out on missions in multiples of two and do everything in pairs.”

  “I don’t get it. I mean, I guess that’s different from the rest of the Army, but I don’t understand the significance.” Lilly was confused by what they were saying, but her hopes started to rise anyway.

  “We were always close,” Peter took up the explanation. “But after they asked us to join the Gemini Project, and we accepted, we…we can do things nobody else can.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like…”

  “…share…”

  “…our…”

  “…minds.”

  Each word was spoken in perfect rhythm—first Peter, then Mike, then Peter, then Mike again. Lilly’s jaw dropped open. It didn’t sound stilted at all, but rather as if one person alone had spoken the sentence. That was just too weird.

  It sounded as if they really were sharing their thoughts. Suddenly all the little things, the silent communications she thought she’d imagined came to mind. She hadn’t been imagining it after all. If they were to be believed, they really had been sharing a silent form of communication. It was both shocking and fascinating. And more than a little frightening too.

  Chapter Seven

  “They gave us some experimental gene therapy and rounds of drugs plus intense training. We learned to use a portion of our brain that’s dormant in ninety-nine point nine percent of the population,” Peter said.

  “We were their prodigies. Their test cases. They’d seen it before with identical twins, but never with unrelated men. After our success, they looked for other sets. You met some of those men last night.” Mike sipped his coffee.

  “Your little brother?” she asked, incredulous.

  “Yeah, he was invited into the program, along with his best friend, Zach. They’re as good as me and Pete, if not better.” Brotherly pride filled his voice as he grinned.

  “So, you’re saying, because of this training and the drugs and all, you’re…joined?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Mike purred. “I may not have been there physic
ally, but I had a great time with you last night, Lilly, through Pete’s eyes. Next time, I want to be licking your tits while Pete goes down on you.”

  She sucked in a breath as her tummy turned to fire. She read knowledge in his eyes. Knowledge and a passion to equal Peter’s.

  “We’re always going to live together,” Peter said, moving closer and taking her free hand. Mike still held the other one. “We’re so much alike, we were both drawn to you. We both want you.”

  “We’ve wanted you since the moment we met you, but we decided to take it slow and make you our friend first, to see if you could deal with all this.” Mike squeezed her hand gently. “Then we got orders and we both kicked ourselves for three months because we hadn’t staked our claim. I don’t know what we’d have done if we came back to find you involved with some yoyo.”

  “The big question is,” Peter reclaimed her attention, “do you want us now that you know we come as a set and always will?”

  Did she? Of course, she wanted them. She’d been dreaming about both of them for half a year. But the question was, could she?

  It wasn’t exactly the norm to have sex with two guys on a permanent basis and what they were proposing sounded awfully permanent.

  “How would this work? I mean, would I be dating you both?”

  Mike smiled at her. “Forget dating. How about living with us? We’re crazy about you, honey. That’s not going to change any time soon. In fact…” He looked over at Peter.

  In unison, both men dropped to their knees on either side of her. “Will you marry us?”

  That startled a nervous laugh out of her before she could stop it, but luckily they both understood. They chuckled with her and squeezed her fingers.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “That’s okay.” Mike rose and kissed her knuckles, pulling her to her feet a moment later. “We know we’re rushing things. And we know you could really only marry one of us. We’ll fight that out later. For now, we want to make love to you, honey.”

  She gasped as Mike pulled her into his arms and Peter came up behind her, his warm chest against her back as his hands delved between her legs.

  “We want to show you what it will be like,” Peter whispered in her ear, nibbling on her sensitive lobe. “Let us, Lil. We want you so much.”

  All three of them were breathing hard as Mike claimed her lips with his. It felt like her muscles had turned to jelly and fire was licking along her veins. Everywhere their hands touched, goose bumps erupted on her skin. Four hands, two hungry mouths and two warriors sharing one mind was almost more than she could handle.

  Peter’s hands snaked down between her thighs, urging her to widen her stance, while Mike raised the hem of her borrowed T-shirt. Before she knew it, she was standing naked between them, their hard bodies rubbing against her skin with undeniable intent. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Better than her forbidden fantasies. More delicious than her imagination.

  Peter stepped out from behind her and Mike lifted her, his hands moulding her ass as he placed her on the kitchen table. It was a coordinated movement, done without a spoken word passing between the men. She began to believe that they could read each other’s minds.

  Especially when Mike sat in the chair strategically placed between her spread thighs and used his fingers on her. His tongue followed, licking her clit, his eyes making promises she couldn’t wait to have fulfilled. Peter was at her side, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her. He pinched her nipples, cupping her breasts in his big palms. Her gaze flew to his and it made her squirm to think he was watching Mike go down on her, licking his lips as if in anticipation. She’d never been watched before, never even entertained the idea of a ménage for real—only in dreams.

  In a flash, she realised her idle fantasies could never have prepared her for the reality of these two men sharing her, watching her and focusing their considerable skills on her alone. She cried out as Mike applied his teeth with expert pressure along the folds of her pussy.

  When his tongue stabbed into her in a driving rhythm, she came with a keening wail, Peter’s strong hands the only things holding her in place when her spine bowed from the incredible pleasure. They gave her a minute to calm down, but when she looked up at their handsome faces, the fire inside ignited all over again.

  They both had sinful smiles on their lips as they watched her, still spread out like a wanton on the kitchen table. For goodness sake, she’d never done anything remotely like this before. The most creative any of her few former lovers had gotten was to do it on a waterbed. She’d never been displayed like this, but she was beginning to discover an intensely wild streak that had been buried deep within her. She liked it. The thought should have shocked her, but she was long past shock and moving steadily toward jumping in with both feet and never looking back.

  As she caught her breath, Peter helped her stand. “Not that we’re against kitchen sex as a rule…”

  “…but the first time should be in a bed, don’t you agree?” Mike finished the thought as he scooped her into his arms and started down the hall towards the master suite.

  She learned with some surprise that the luxurious room she’d been in the night before was small in comparison to the master bedroom. The furnishings were plainer but the bed was much larger and the peek she had inside the master bath as they passed the open door made her long to explore the huge bath tub at some point. But that would wait until later. She had much more important things—and two hunky men—to do now. She almost giggled at the scandalous thought.

  One of her deepest fantasies was about to come true—something she never would have sought out, but wouldn’t turn away. She wanted to know what it would feel like. She wanted to experience this rare, special thing she had only imagined, with them…and only with them. She wouldn’t even have considered doing this with anyone else.

  And that’s when she understood. She was in love with them. Both of them.

  It boggled the mind, but there it was.

  Chapter Eight

  Mike interrupted her moment of revelation by placing her on the enormous bed. It was bigger than anything she’d ever seen, no doubt custom made just for them.

  “We figured if and when we found the right woman, we’d need a place big enough for all three of us.” Peter must’ve deduced the direction of her thoughts. “We both have our own rooms where we keep our stuff, but we hope one day we could all share this one.”

  “We didn’t bother decorating it beyond the basics, as you can see,” Mike explained. “We hoped, after we met you and got to know you, that it might be a project you’d be willing to take on.”

  She didn’t know what to say, but the need for a response was taken out of her hands as both men stripped. She’d never seen anything sexier. They didn’t do a striptease or anything remotely choreographed, but the raw power of them both, one on either side of the huge bed, their gazes focused on her as they got naked, was more sensual than anything she had ever experienced.

  Both were strong, lean and totally ripped. Her mouth watered at the site of Mike’s thick cock. It was bigger around than Peter’s and heavily veined. She wanted to know what it would feel like inside her.

  Peter moved towards the head of the bed, scooping her into his arms and settling with his back against the headboard. She was stretched out against him, her back to his chest, her head resting against the steady beat of his heart.

  “Mike’s in a bad way, Lil. He suffered last night while I fucked you. He could feel everything I did and see it through my eyes. If you only could’ve heard the running commentary, you would’ve been appalled.” He chuckled as he cupped her breasts and began to play with her nipples. “He wants to be inside you, honey. He can’t think of anything else.”

  “Neither can I,” she panted as Mike prowled closer to the bed, watching her in Peter’s arms. He was silent, but she imagined he was communicating with Peter.

  “That’s good, Lil. Mike likes that,
” he whispered. The two of them were seducing her with Peter’s provocative words, Mike’s heated gaze and the sheer wickedness of the situation. “Mike wants to see your pussy, babe. Will you spread for him like you did for me last night?”

  Her belly jerked at the thought. Oh yeah, she was enjoying this bizarre situation more than she’d even imagined. To have their complete attention focused on her was delicious in the extreme.

  Peter’s big feet laced their way under her calves and before she knew what he intended, he’d spread his legs, taking hers with him. Her knees bent in self defence, showcasing the wet folds that wanted nothing more than Mike’s possession in that moment.

  Peter shifted again and took her by surprise as his big hands spread her for his friend’s gaze. One big finger toyed with her clit and two fingers from his other hand went right into her, pulsing in and out in a steady rhythm that made her cry out. She hadn’t expected it would feel this way, this sinful, this… perfect. But it was. It was all that and more.

  Mike knelt on the bed, stalking her slowly, his dark eyes trained on her body, the hunger in him palpable. She shivered in Peter’s embrace, wanting Mike’s possession as much as she had wanted Peter the night before. She wanted both of them. It was just that simple, and that complex.

  “This time is going to be fast,” Peter warned her. “Mike’s almost beyond control, but I’m grounding him for now. He needs you so bad, Lil.” Peter kissed her ear, his tongue sweeping along the whorls, making her shiver.

  “I need him too. Mike,” she reached out for him, “please,” she begged.

  He didn’t make her wait. With no more preliminaries, he pushed between her legs, taking her by the hips and dragging her into a position that suited him. He knelt on the bed, her thighs splayed over his knees as he pushed his cock down and into her waiting core. One fast glide and he was in.