EXCERPT

Melanie Jordan darted from customer to customer, refilling coffee cups, water glasses, offering dessert, taking orders for to-go—anything to keep her mind off the impending doom hurtling her way. By the grace of the construction gods, she’d gotten a two-week reprieve. Her stay of “execution” was over. They’d be back tonight.

Even while Melanie dreaded what was about to happen, her heartbeat raced in anticipation of seeing Aaron and Noel Myers again. She deserved her fate, no doubt about it. Making excuses to them wasn’t going to wash any more than the coffee and tomato sauce staining her white blouse. She might have gotten away with the excuse that she hadn’t been able to tell one good-looking twin from the other. It was the truth…

Until she’d shoved her tongue down Noel’s throat.

There’d been a half-breath when she’d started to pull away and tell him she’d thought he was Aaron. But then he’d kissed her back, and every single ounce of common sense she’d ever had—which her mother would probably tell her was zero in this case—had flown to the four winds. Still, she could have passed it off as a mistake…if she hadn’t kept sleeping with both brothers.

Why? Why? Why?

She swiped the scarred green Formica counter as the word beat at her head. No one would believe her answer. She loved them both, needed them both, choosing one over the other was impossible…then.

And now?

She was going to lose them both, as lovers and as friends.

That moment of discovery had run a nightmare track perpetually in her head since that pivotal point when Noel had walked in on her and Aaron. Aaron’s massive cock—a perfect match to his brother’s—was down her throat. His balls were cradled in her palm, her finger up his ass. Then Noel opened the door, her front door, the door she’d forgotten to lock.

Melanie had nearly choked. Eyes flooded with tears, she’d darted to her bedroom, slammed the door on the inevitable confrontation, and refused them entry.

“We’ll talk about this when we get back,” Aaron had said.

Then she’d listened as their footsteps faded, the front door opened, and their respective trucks drove away. She’d cried herself sick that night and every night since.

Melanie wanted to blame the brothers. She’d known them forever and there’d never been any secrets between the two of them. They shared everything. She wanted it to be Aaron’s fault for not telling Noel they’d been sleeping together. Then she’d wanted to blame Noel for daring to kiss her back when he knew she’d been seeing Aaron. But it was her. She was the one at fault. She was the one who continued pulling them alternately into her bed, sometimes one after the other. She was the one who’d come between the brothers. And, as close as Aaron and Noel were, there was no doubt in her mind who was going to be left out in the cold.

That knowledge had gone to bed with her in their absence. They’d left for a quick construction job their father had snagged for the company in Arizona. With a family of eight kids—four sets of twins—Mr. Myers had no problem spreading the company’s assets to bring in more money for them all. It was hell having to face the rest of the Myers family when they’d come in the restaurant. If they knew what she’d done, none of them let on. They all treated her the same—like family.

Melanie choked up at the thought and raced to the coffeemaker to start a pot of decaf. She stabbed an order ticket on the carousel for the cook, carved out a slice of apple pie for Mr. McCluskey, then topped it off with two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her shift was almost over. Then what? Pace through her house. Would it be tonight, or tomorrow? Or maybe they’d simply decided to never speak to her again. Would people notice the rift? Would she, Aaron, and Noel ever be able to look beyond this?

She couldn’t. Shame overwhelmed her as much as the passion had—and the passion for the men had been all-consuming. Melanie couldn’t count the number of times she’d fantasized about the three of them together. Strong, callused hands roaming her body, tweaking her nipples, probing her pussy. Soft lips brushing her skin, then licking and sucking.

And those cocks!

Need quivered through Melanie at the thought of having them both at the same time—one powerful man beneath her, another powerful man on top, both thrusting her into oblivion. She’d lain in her lonely bed every night for the last two weeks, dildos in her cunt and ass, vibrator wiggling her clit to one orgasm after the other while she imagined what it would be like. It was the closest she’d ever come to finding out. And, after what she’d done, she might as well name the dildos and vibrator. They were going to be the only boyfriends she’d have for a long time now.

“Boy, you’re like a little whirlwind tonight.”

Melanie glanced at Sandy Thomas. The six-foot blonde towered over Melanie. She looked more like a Nordic warrior goddess than a waitress, and Melanie always felt like an elf next to her.

“How much caffeine or sugar have you had tonight?” Sandy asked as she tied her green apron around her waist.

“Not nearly enough.” Melanie wished she could confide in Sandy. But she’d already lectured herself plenty and didn’t need a double-shot of guilt from someone else.

“Well, the customers are going to be sadly disappointed now that I’m coming on shift,” Sandy said. “I’m not spry enough to pinball around like you. Lumber their way, yes.”

Lumber? Glide like a supermodel was more like it. Sandy could smile down at the most disgruntled of customers and instantly mute them with her charm and good looks.

“I can stay if you like.” Anything to help keep her mind occupied. She grabbed the decaf and regular coffee carafes and darted to the counter customers to refill mugs.

“Nope, Rose and I can handle it. Hey, look…the boys are back.”

Melanie jerked her head up. Want slammed into her. Every part of her froze, except the wetness that pooled in her crotch, soaked her panties, and was moving on to her black pants. God, they were handsome. Six feet of sweetly perfected muscle. Eyes the color of Godiva chocolate. Dark brown hair soft and thick. Bodies that fit hers like they’d been molded together, then split apart. She bit her lower lip. Split apart…like those big dicks did every time they fucked her.

They smiled as they walked into the restaurant, with waves and handshakes quickly to those they’d passed. People they’d all grown up with. The boys didn’t pause beyond that. They clearly had one goal—reaching her.

Two pair of brown eyes locked on Melanie, heart-pounding with the intensity back-lighting them. They wore white T-shirts and blue jeans that couldn’t hide well-muscled thighs…or the erections swelling their zippers. Each cock pointed to the worn leather belts around their waists. More want wiggled through her. How many times had she been over their laps, her bottom warmed by those belts while long, thick fingers brought her to orgasm over and over again.

Melanie dropped her gaze to their scuffed boots. She felt like a frightened mouse trapped by two tomcats. She felt like a princess on the verge of being ravished by two studly knights. Part of her wanted to run into their arms and wrap herself around them. Another part wanted to dash out the back door and head for the hills.

They slid onto the red-leather stools at the counter, bulging forearms braced in unison on the top. Their every moment was always so well synchronized when they were together. When they were apart, their actions still mirrored that of their twin. Melanie knew that all too well—each touch from them was different, yet the same. There simply was no separating them.

She studied their long, thick fingers, remembering how heavenly they felt against her skin, inside her body, rubbing over her clit.

“Coffee, boys?” Sandy slid white mugs before them without waiting for a response.

“That’d be great,” Aaron replied.

Sandy nudged Melanie’s arm. “You gonna pour or stand there?”

Melanie forced herself to move. The pot shook in her hand. The lip rattled against the mug as she tried to pour. Coffee sloshed to the counter…and still Aaron and Noel didn’t budge.

“Oh, for pity’s sake, go home.” Sandy slipped the carafe from her fingers and filled the mugs. “Your shift’s over anyway. Looks like your zipping around finally caught up with you.”

Home. Yes. Good excuse. Melanie took a step back, ready to mumble a good-bye, and dart away.

Two vise-like hands grabbed her forearms and held her in place.

“Then it looks like we’re just in time to give you a ride home.” Noel’s mouth lifted in a half-smile that matched Aaron’s.

She knew, without a doubt, saying no wasn’t an option. “I’ll get my purse.”

“Sandy will get your purse,” Aaron said.

And damned if she didn’t. Melanie almost accused her of being in cahoots with them, but one conflict a night was her limit…and she didn’t want to have this one.

Hands shaking, she untied her apron and shoved it under the counter with the other dirty linen. She hoisted the strap of her large black purse over her shoulder, pulled in a shaky breath, and walked around to the front. The men cupped her elbows and led her to the door. It was the equivalent of being thrown over one of their broad shoulders and toted out.

Melanie’s face felt hot. She knew her cheeks had to be flaming red. She didn’t dare make eye contact with anyone as they left. Smirks or speculative stares were the last thing she needed tonight.

Noel swung open the front door. The little bell dinging there tolled her fate. Yet there was no mistaking the large hand that cupped her ass as she stepped outside. Anyone looking would have seen. The trouble was… Melanie didn’t have a clue whose hand it was. Her pussy didn’t mind not having this knowledge. It continued to pour juices into her crotch, swelling her clit until it rode the pants seam.