Unlike Sam, he and Toby liked their women to come with fully-functioning backbones and high spirits.

Rebecca was, however, inundated by her friends to look at the jewelry pieces she’d brought with her. She ran sales on her tablet and ended the evening taking in far more money than they’d spent on dinner, including several custom orders for day collars.

“Remind me why I’m on the road again?” she asked them as they returned to the men’s house.

Logan, who was riding shotgun, shook his head. “You tell us, babe. You don’t need the money.”

“But I can’t afford to just be lazy for the rest of my life.”

“Then go back to school. Or cut back on your shows and focus on the website. Doesn’t hurt that Cali and her guys are selling your stuff, too.”

No, that didn’t hurt at all. They carried a limited, special edition line she’d created, items that could only be purchased through the Two Crafty Bastards website. She almost couldn’t make them fast enough to keep them stocked, and several times had to ask her men to help her out.

If she was home most the time, she could build up her inventory.

Plus, she missed her guys when she was on the road.

“Or,” Toby said, “you could tell your guys it’s okay for them to tell you their opinion.”

That sounded like a charged statement. “Why would I have to tell you that?”

“Because,” Logan said, “we don’t want you to think we’re controlling like Sam.”

“I would never think that. You guys are nothing like him.”

“Then the truth is,” Toby said, “that we wish you were home more.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because we don’t want you to think we’re trying to order you. We want it to be what you want.”

She had hated every single good-bye over the past two months. There’d been a few nights she’d curled around Chewi and cried herself to sleep while he licked her face and probably wondered why his head minun, the provider of his food and water, was suddenly leaking from her eyeballs and his friends and minuns with the good nommies were gone.

Stoopid woman.

“What are you asking me?” She wanted them to say it, to put it out there first.

Logan took over again. “What we’re saying is that we love you, we miss you when you’re not here, and we wish you were living full-time with us, because we hate like fuck coming home to an empty house. It doesn’t feel right anymore. It feels like you’re supposed to be there.”

“I don’t want to quit doing the shows,” she said, but not quite sure why.

“We don’t want you to quit them, either,” Logan said. “We know you enjoy them. And we know it’s your livelihood.”

She stared at him. “I could cut back and not do so many.”

“If we have enough advance warning, we could go with you to some of them. Take the time off from work and help with the driving. Watch the booth with you. Give you time to work on making patterns to sell on the website, and help you film the tutorials.”

The first tutorial she’d posted, filmed with their help during one of her return visits to their home, had already received several thousand hits on YouTube. And the first two patterns she’d posted for sale usually sold a few copies every day.

If she had more posted…

“But only if you want us with you,” Toby said. “And only if you want to be with us.”

She nodded. “I do,” quietly slipped out before she realized it. Then she added, “I’d like that. I’d like it to be permanent. I want us to be permanent.”

“Are you asking us to collar you?” Logan said. They had talked about it before, that they wouldn’t beg her to take a collar from them. That if she wanted a collar, she would have to be the one to ask them, and that whenever she was ready to take that step, she had to let them know.

Leap and the net will appear, right?

“Yeah. I want you guys to collar me.”

The gorgeous smile filled his face. “Baby, you don’t realize it, but you’ve just made us the happiest two men on the face of this planet.”

* * * *

They had sworn to each other that they wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t press. Especially not after what she went through in the past. But Toby seriously wanted to pull over and hump her silly in the backseat on the side of the road right at that moment.

That was how happy he felt, that he was willing to risk a public nudity charge.

Of course, he controlled himself until they got home and she walked Chewi. Then Toby picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and carried her to their bedroom where he playfully dumped her onto the bed.

“You appear to be a man with a plan,” she joked.

“Hey, you’ve just made us two happy men. I plan on celebrating with orgasms and then curling up next to your sweet body and having a damn good night’s sleep.”

“I like the sound of that plan,” Logan said as he walked in and started stripping. “That’s a plan I can back wholeheartedly.”

Toby stripped, climbing into bed on top of her and quickly getting her naked before he dove between her legs. She closed her eyes, moaning, toes curling as his scorching mouth quickly brought her over the first time.

And he wasn’t finished. He hooked his arms around her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away and was soon working on building her up to orgasm number two.

Then, he let out a loud moan of his own.

When she cracked open an eye, she realized Logan was working his cock up Toby’s ass.

Logan grinned at her. “Hey, there’s a line, and I’m horny.”

She giggled, which quickly turned into another moan as Toby moaned again, the vibrations running through her clit to her nervous system.

After Toby got her off a second time, he sat up. “Okay,” he hoarsely said. “This just isn’t fair.” As one, the two men scooted up the bed so Toby could slide his cock into her pussy.

“Muuuch better,” he gasped as he leaned in, kissing her while he slowly started thrusting to his own rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Logan said from behind him. “I think I have a new second-favorite thing.”

His first favorite thing being the two of them fucking her at the same time.

Admittedly her favorite thing, too.

She ran her hands across Toby’s chest, brushing over his nipples, gently raking her nails against his flesh. His eyes dropped closed as he picked up the pace, the base of his cock grinding against her clit at the bottom of every stroke and driving her closer to one more climax.

She heard Logan smacking Toby’s ass. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hoarsely said. “Fuck our girl while I fuck you, buddy.”

Why had she resisted this at the start?

Because I’m a dumbass.

This was…perfection. Two hot guys who loved her, who wanted her, who loved each other.

Yeah, her life had finally fallen into place.

She grabbed Toby’s head and pulled him down for a sizzling kiss that pushed him over the edge just as she started to come. He kept fucking her as long as he could, getting her all the way over before finally falling still.

Logan, however, wasn’t there yet. “Just hold on a minute.” He shook both of them and the entire bed with the force of his strokes until he pounded his cock into Toby’s ass and then fell still with a final grunt Rebecca knew all too well.

Yesss. This.

They all lay there unmoving for a moment, Toby on top of her, Logan sitting up behind him.

“I love you guys,” she softly said. “I really do.”

Toby kissed her. “I love you, too, baby.”

Logan pulled out, leaning in to kiss her before he got out of bed to dispose of the condom and clean up. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

Toby also got out of bed to clean up. Minutes later they’d returned, snuggling with her on either side.

Chewi jumped up on the end of the bed, staring at them.

I don’t understand the big deal about collars. I wear one all the damn time. Stoopid humans.