“Is that why I saw the primo dog cookies on their kitchen counter?”

“What?” Now she rolled over.

“Yeah. And I don’t recognize that set of doggy dishes in the kitchen.” She tucked Chewi against her chest as she scratched him between his front legs. “I think someone likes you. They don’t have any animals, and those dishes weren’t here before.”

Okay, that was enough to get her up and moving. After using the bathroom, she went to look. Sure enough, there they were. She turned, startled to see a sleepy-looking Toby standing there.

“Um, hi,” she lamely said.

He smiled. “Yes, we’re applying to be Chewi’s minuns.”

For a moment, she was sorely tempted to drag him back to bed. Shirtless, he wore shorts, and for a man of forty-two he had a damn nice body.

Yum!

“I’m sure he’ll hire you,” she said. “Didn’t you have work today?”

“I took the day off. Put in for it last week. I wanted to pitch in next door.”

“Thanks.”

“Logan was going to, but someone else in his department already had the day off today.”

“Oh, no worries.” She didn’t know how to say it without making it weird. “Thanks for being here today.”

“I’m happy to do it. How about I make us some breakfast?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Eliza returned at that moment with Chewi. “He was—hellooo.”

“You’re married,” Rebecca said as she headed over to the coffeemaker, where a clean mug had been set out.

“I can still look. Why do you think I’m so anxious to get you three together? You’re perfect for each other.”

“We’re not a science experiment,” she told Eliza. She addressed her next comment to Toby. “Sorry about my friend. She’s a little pushy.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Ha! See?” Eliza crowed.

Rebecca took her coffee into the bathroom with her while she grabbed a quick wake-up shower without washing her hair. When she emerged ten minutes later in shorts and a T-shirt, she smelled bacon frying.

Eliza was chatting with Toby in the kitchen. “I thought you were rousting me. Why aren’t you back over there?”

Eliza grinned. “Because they’re not getting started until ten today.” She stuck her tongue out at Rebecca.

“Did you work out the cost of my dowry yet?” Rebecca asked. “Or do you just have to pay them in a couple of goats?”

“Becca, honey, I’m telling you, Toby and Logan are great guys. I already did the snoopwork so you don’t have to. I have just about everything but their pecker lengths.”

Rebecca gasped. “Eliza!”

Toby let out a howling laugh. “You called that one right, Rebecca. And just for your information, I’m a grower, not a shower.”

Rebecca knew her face had to be flaming red. “Okay, bestie. That’s enough. We’ve talked and we’re taking things slowly. Just stop.”

Eliza grinned. “Hey, I’m adding insurance to the situation, all right?”

* * * *

Rebecca wouldn’t deny it was fun—despite the depressing circumstances—getting to spend time with Toby. They talked and flirted all throughout the morning. He even held and soothed her while she had a mini-meltdown at lunchtime, when she stumbled across a picture of her and her uncle, taken when she was maybe twelve or thirteen.

It hurt knowing that she hadn’t made more of an effort to stay closer to her uncle.

And that her own life wasn’t too far off the mark from his.

She knew only she had the power to change that, to make her life better.

To not isolate herself any longer. To open up and take risks again.

Logan arrived home from work a little after they’d called it quits for the day, and Eliza kicked her efforts into overdrive to ensure Rebecca didn’t backslide and cancel out her hard work to bring the three of them together.

Later that evening, after showers and dinner—and getting rid of Eliza—and after her second glass of wine, Rebecca realized she didn’t want to wait any longer for sex with the men.

Besides, she’d forgotten to pack her damn vibrator.

Chewi, who’d now fallen in love with his new best friends with the good nommies, was stretched out on the couch between the two men, on his back, his head in Toby’s lap and his butt up against Logan. Toby was stroking his head, and Logan was scratching the favorite spot, just above the base of Chewi’s tail.

I’m. In. Heaven.

She stood. “I hate to interrupt his royal highness getting his ass scratched by his new minuns, but I think I’m ready to speed things up a little.”

The men stared up at her for about two seconds before understanding dawned on their expressions. They left a very huffy Chewi alone on the couch as they stood and stepped over to her.

“What, exactly, do you want to do tonight?” Logan asked.

“Sex,” she said. “I’m hoping you guys have condoms? I’m not on the pill.”

They nodded.

She nodded back. “Then let’s fly our freak flags. Well, at least we’ll unfold them tonight, I guess.”

“You’re not drunk, are you?” Toby asked.

“Not on only two glasses of wine. I’m feeling very mellow. And if you don’t take me up on this offer soon, I’ll be asleep.”

They surrounded her, Logan behind her and Toby in front. They were both around six two, a perfect height when matched to her five seven.

She draped her arms around Toby’s neck as she ground her hips against first him, then back against Logan. “Nothing too wild tonight, guys,” she said. “Let’s have some ‘get to know you’ sex.”

Logan chuckled against the side of her neck, a low, throaty, rumbly sound that dampened her panties nicely, thank you. “I’m guessing we introduce you to a spitroast tonight then, hmm?”

She tipped her head back against him. “That’s the kind of stuff I’m talking about.”

Yes, the wine had her a little…loose. Not sloppy, just…well, mellow was the perfect word for it. A little less tightly wound than normal.

Toby kissed her, slowly, savoring it, almost making her forget there was more she wanted to be doing. They herded her down the hall as they took turns kissing her, tasting, teasing her, until she felt a mattress against the back of her thighs.

Lowering her down to the bed, they sat on either side of her. Now Logan had captured her mouth, her lips, and Toby pulled her T-shirt up, freeing her breasts from her bra and lavishing his attention on her there.

This…

Holy hell, she knew it’d been a long time since she’d gotten laid, but she didn’t remember it ever feeling this good! She wondered if it was just because there were two of them, or because they were that much better than anyone else she’d ever been with before.

Not that it mattered.

And not that it was a deep topic she needed to devote brain cells to at that moment.

They took turns kissing her, the other moving to her breasts, neither making any attempt to go lower. After they’d pretty much turned her panties into a sodden mess, she reached down herself and unfastened her shorts, wiggling and shoving them partway down her hips.

“Okay,” she gasped. “A little less slow, boys.”

The men moved lower, Toby stopping at her breasts after helping her pull her T-shirt and bra off, while Logan took the plunge and helped her get her shorts all the way off. Stretched out on the bed between them, she let out a moan when Logan’s fingers slowly stroked her between her legs.

She felt Toby’s cock pressing against her through his shorts. “Why are you two still dressed?” she asked.

“We’re getting there,” Logan assured her. “You said slow.”

“I said slow, not snail. Naked. Now. Please.”

The men smiled at her as they stood and quickly stripped. “Good thing we’re not playing,” Logan said. “I would have had to spank you for getting pushy and topping from the bottom.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not exactly punishment.” She reached for their stiff cocks, slowly pumping them. “Besides, I said please.”