Because of her uncle, she’d shed Sam’s chains and had a chance for a life.

I owe him everything, and can’t even tell him that now.

She took the urn inside Toby and Logan’s house and set it on the dining room table for now. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d do with it. Other than specifying cremation, he hadn’t said what he wanted her to do with his ashes.

Chewi jumped up into one of the chairs, stretched his nose toward the urn, and gave it a dismissive sniff before glaring at her.

That is not an appropriate minun, woman.

He jumped down and headed into the kitchen.

“Not everything’s about you, you know,” she called out.

Then she stared at the urn again. “Why am I being a damn wuss about this?” she muttered to herself. She trusted Toby and Logan. The sex between them was great. Eliza and Rusty trusted them.

This weekend, she had to finish up at the venue. Then…

Next weekend, I’ll let them take me to Venture. To play.

Peace settled over her with that decision made. She needed to know sooner rather than later, before she invested any more of her heart, time, or energy into the men, that they would be compatible in the play department.

And if they were…well, then it was just a matter of settling in with them into some semblance of a routine, working around her schedule, and figuring out what to do with what they were building together.

Hell, Chewi was in love with them. There’d been times she’d met guys and Chewi hadn’t liked them.

Those guys didn’t even get her phone number.

She trusted Chewi’s radar.

He emerged from the kitchen and stared at her.

As well you should, woman. As well you should.

“Know it all,” she said.

He sniffed at her and turned to head back into the kitchen.

Chapter Nine

Rebecca spent the weekend texting with the men during her brief free times during the day, and then on the phone with them over an hour each night.

She missed them. It was a strange and new—and welcomed—feeling.

Sunday evening, after packing everything up in the RV and getting the Toad loaded onto the car dolly, Rebecca checked out of the park and got on the road. It would be nearly morning by the time she arrived in Florida, but that was okay.

Toby and Logan were worth the overnight drive.

Dawn had just started painting the eastern horizon with pastels when she made the turn into their driveway and parked her rig alongside it so she didn’t block them in.

The men emerged from the house, sleepy smiles on their faces. Chewi, now freed from his safety harness, bolted out the side door as soon as she’d opened it. He went running right for the men, jumping up on them, tail a blurry fury of wagging.

I missed you guys…my friends with the nommies…my minuns…

She walked over to them, enjoying the feel of their arms around her, their welcome-home kisses.

This felt right. This felt like the right thing to do.

For once, she wasn’t second-guessing herself, the self-doubt blessedly silent.

“That is some RV,” Toby said. “Now I see why you were humoring us when we worried about you driving back and forth in the CRV.”

“Yep. The Toad is easy compared to this. I’ve put over a hundred thousand miles on this rig already.”

“I guess,” Logan said, “I had it in my mind for some reason that it was one of those tiny camper vans. I don’t know why I couldn’t picture this. I know you told us how big it was. It just didn’t compute.”

“It’s home sweet home.”

“You must be exhausted,” Toby said. “Let’s get you two inside and settled in bed. We have to get up for work in a little bit anyway.”

“Thanks. I’ll unload what I need from it later and move it over to my uncle’s place. He’s got a hook up there.” It was still difficult to think about him in the past-tense even though his urn now sat on a shelf in a corner of her bedroom in the RV.

She’d climbed into bed, where the men were tucking her and Chewi in, when she said it. “Can we go to the club this weekend?”

“Venture?” Toby asked.

She nodded. “Maybe…to play a little?”

A seductive smile filled Logan’s face. “Getting your feet wet again?”

“A little. I’ll need plenty of warm-up.”

His smile faded. “Are you asking this because it’s what you think we want, or because it’s what you want? We told you, we’re good with taking this as slow as you want to take it. Don’t do it just because of us.”

“No, I’m not. I have to start somewhere. I decided I have to be able to trust you guys, and I do. You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you yet. Eliza obviously trusts you. So I should, too.”

“That means a lot to us, baby,” Toby said.

“Great. Then that’ll be our plan.”

They both kissed her before heading into the shower. She lay there trying to go to sleep and realized one thing.

Shower. Both of them.

Throwing back the covers, she quickly stripped her T-shirt and panties off and pulled her long, unruly curls into a messy bun on top of her head.

The men were a little startled when she slipped into the shower with them, but then their cocks started inflating.

“I was wrong. I can’t sleep yet. I need something.”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“I need my guys. I missed you.”

They closed in, Logan in front of her, Toby behind. With the steam billowing around them, they started making love to her, Toby’s hands cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples, rolling them, teasing them, while Logan sank to his knees and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

Good thing Toby was holding her up or her knees would have given out. Logan’s tongue flicked out, swiping up and down her clit, lips working at it, pulling her damn close.

When he slid two fingers up into her pussy, she exploded.

“That’s it, baby,” Toby whispered in her ear. “Let us take care of you like this. We’ll do anything you want, whatever you want. We just want you to feel good.”

This felt a lot better than good. It felt damn good. Great, even.

After he pulled the third orgasm from her, Logan stepped out of the shower and returned a moment later, two condoms in hand. He immediately rolled one onto his shaft and lined up his cock with her pussy before sinking deep inside her with a happy moan.

“Oh, sweetheart, I missed the hell out of you,” he said. He slanted his mouth over hers, a crushing kiss as he fucked her that drew one more small orgasm from her. He felt it, too, his own release not far behind.

When he finished and withdrew, he turned her around, his arms around her, while Toby rolled on the other condom and took Logan’s place. As he slid his cock inside her with a happy moan, he leaned in and kissed her, deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth in time with his cock.

Yes, this is where she wanted to be. Nothing felt wrong about this.

At all.

He nibbled the side of her neck as he fucked her, faster, a long, sexy groan escaping him when he took a few last hard, deep thrusts inside her and climaxed.

They stood there under the water in silence for a few minutes, their arms around her and each other.

“We really missed you,” Toby finally said. “And not just for sex. We missed you.”

“And our illustrious leader, the world dominayshun dog,” Logan added.

She lifted her head and stared into Toby’s blue eyes.

“Maybe I need to try to spend more time around here, then. I wouldn’t want to deny Chewi access to his minuns.”

They both chuckled. “Sounds like a fantastic idea to us, sweetheart,” Logan said.

* * * *

She’d made them a little late for work, but suspected neither man minded. After getting some well-needed sleep, she dressed, ate, and put Chewi on his leash to walk next door.