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I glance at the box. It looks ordinary and plain, sitting there on the comforter. “What’s in there?”
“Toys.”
I lick my lips. “Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
“Now who’s the one with the naughty mind?” Jet mutters, smirking and starts walking me backward, toward the bed, Joel following.
“What will you do?” I’m breathless with excitement. We’ve never used toys before. Never needed it, but it could be fun… I guess? I trust them both.
“Patience.” Both of them climb up on the bed and haul me up until I’m spread in the middle of it.
“We’ll play with you,” Joel says.
“And pleasure you,” Jet adds.
“And make love to you,” Joel whispers.
“Make you forget your own name.” Jet runs his hand down my legs, then opens the clasp of my skirt and pulls it off me. “I’ve wanted to do this with you and J for ages.”
Joel is tugging off my light blouse, and I lift my arms to let him. I’m curious, and nervous, and aroused. I’ve had lots of firsts with the boys, but I hadn’t anticip
ated this.
Then again, lately we’ve been busy with so much else that sex has taken a backseat and settled into a gentler rhythm—what with Jet’s healing injuries, the investigation into his father’s motives, Joel changing jobs for a smaller company, a publishing company of all things—and my own fight with Connie.
Connie who hacked into my computer, posted the picture of me and the boys and told everyone online who J and J are.
She wasn’t shy about telling me why, either. Apparently, I’d let my readers down, and that was a punishable crime. Also, how dare I turn my fantasy into reality? So not fair. J and J were hers, she said, and I was selfish to want it all for myself.
I was too shocked to even find the right words to reply. She’s entitled to considering my fantasy boyfriends her own, I guess—but my real ones? Nobody touches them and keeps their fingers intact.
She got no reply from me. I hope she’s one of those people for whom being ignored feels worse than a heated argument. One can only hope.
Bitch.
I took down the story. Hell, I took down the whole blog. I know my fans are devastated, and I am really sorry, but my boys deserved it.
I printed out the story for them. Joel smirked when I asked if he read it. Said he’s helping Jet with the more difficult words, like ejaculation.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t use that word in my story.
Did I?
Warm hands pull down the straps of my bra and then cup my boobs, distracting me from my thoughts. “Where did you go?” Joel’s blue eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. “Are we that boring?”
Laughing, I reach for him and drag him down for a long, deep kiss.
“Guess that’s a no.” He grins, straightening, and reaches down to adjust himself in his sweats. “Damn.”
Jet’s hands travel over my thighs, my stomach, then grab my panties and tug. His smile is wicked as I shiver, exposed at last. He strokes between my legs, drawing a moan from me when he brushes over my clit.
“So pretty,” he breathes, then bends over me to give me a good, long lick that has me writhing. “So wet. And we haven’t even started.”
“I want a taste,” Joel mutters, trailing his fingertips down my ribcage.
“Don’t be greedy, dude.” Jet shoves at Joel’s shoulder. “We have a plan.”
“You do?” I whisper, twisting to look at the mysterious box again.
