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  The telephone sounded from the living room. Tammy laughed. It never failed. Just as soon as she relaxed in the tub, someone called. She listened and counted the rings. Helen usually called soon after she got home from work. It was probably her. “I can do without hearing her voice—at least for this evening.” She closed her eyes and sank a little further in the warm water.

  Chapter 4

  Tammy dried and pulled on her pajamas, then brushed her hair until it lay in shiny waves across her shoulders. Applying moisturizer to her face and throat, she gazed at herself in the vanity mirror. Tiny lines were beginning to appear around her eyes. She turned her head and moved closer to the mirror. “I don’t want to think about getting old.” Tossing the moisturizer into the vanity drawer, she hurried from the bathroom.

  Dinner came to mind as she entered the kitchen. She had planned to stop by the pizza parlor on her way home but her thoughts were on Wayne and Lyle to the extent that she was glad to find a private haven. She combed one hand through her hair, pushing the mass over one shoulder. Opening the fridge, she took a carton of Chinese noodles from the shelf. Placing the carton into the microwave, she poked the button and leaned against the counter while the food heated. Leftovers would do for tonight and tomorrow, she would go grocery shopping.

  She hated living alone almost as much as she hated being without a man in her life. She shrugged. “What the hell. Unless I could find a chef to live with, I’d still have to fix my own meals.”

  The microwave timer buzzed and she removed her food. Taking a fork from the drawer, she slid onto the stool at the counter. Eating alone had its advantages. She didn’t have to dress. If she wanted to eat in pajamas, it was okay. If she wanted to strip off all her clothes and dine naked, the choice was hers.

  “Listen to me. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s alright to be alone.” She chuckled. “And I’m talking to myself again.”

  A knock sounded on the front door, interrupting the one sided conversation. She listened, wondering if she had imagined the noise. The knock sounded again and she put down her fork. “Crap. Who can that be?”

  Walking to the front door, she thought briefly of hurrying to the bedroom for a robe, then dashed the idea. She’d look through the peephole first and see who it was. As she stood on tiptoe and positioned her eye against the round portal, she saw it was dark outside. Then she saw the two men standing before the door.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Tammy, open up, babe.”

  She leaned her head against the door and tried to think of a reasonable excuse to tell the pair to go away. It was too late in the day to be dealing with two soldiers who sexually excited her at every turn. She gripped the front of her pajama top. It was far too thin to think either of them would pass up the chance to comment on it or how her breasts were visible through the filmy material.

  The knock sounded again on the door.

  “We know you’re home. Let us in.”

  She laughed at Lyle’s words. They made her think of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf. She grimaced. “Yeah, but instead of one wolf at the door, there’s two.”

  “I heard that,” Lyle said. “If you don’t open the door, I’ll have Wayne huff and puff and blow the damn thing in.”

  Tammy laughed and sprinted to the bedroom. Grabbing a robe from the closet, she jabbed her arms into the sleeves while she hurried back to the living room. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll behave.” She heard them laugh on the other side of the door. Her stomach curled as she released the lock and twisted the doorknob.

  “We’re here on a mission,” Wayne announced, stepping into the living room.

  Tammy shook her head and gathered her robe across her chest. Wayne carried a pizza box and the aroma immediately assailed her nose and made her hungry. As Lyle followed him into the room, she saw the six pack of beer he carried.

  “And that mission would be…” She said, her brows rising.

  “Oh, nice jammies,” Lyle remarked, his gaze traveling her length. “Is that Mickey Mouse?”

  “No, it is not,” Tammy informed him. It’s Scooby Doo. She laughed, reminded that her sister had sent her the pajamas as a joke. When she was a kid, her favorite cartoon character was Scooby Doo.

  “We brought pizza and beer. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Wayne crossed the room and set the pizza on the coffee table. “Yes you have. I smell something Chinese.” He wrinkled up his nose. “Don’t tell me you’re eating leftovers, babe.”

  “So what if I am?” she countered, raising her chin in the air.

  Wayne and Lyle laughed. “Good thing we came to rescue you then,” Lyle said, flipping the lid of the pizza box. “Pepperoni and Italian sausage.”

  “And double cheese,” Wayne added.

  “I’ll get some paper plates,” Tammy offered, leaving the men. As she took the plates from the cabinet, she smiled. In a way she was glad they had come over. She bit her bottom lip. She really should go put on some clothes. The thought lodged in her mind. The night clothes were thin and even with the robe tied around her waist, the illusion of her nudity beneath was still very evident. She paused, the plates in her hands. If she hurried to the bedroom and dressed, she would feel more comfortable around the men. Indecision rose inside her.

  “Are you coming with those plates, Tammy? We’re about to starve to death,” Wayne called.

  Chapter 5

  Tammy returned to the living room with the paper plates just as Wayne began opening the beer. She stepped around the coffee table and placed the plates beside the pizza box. As she realized she might be putting herself in a precarious position, Wayne rounded the coffee table and took a seat on the couch to her right. One glance at Lyle and she realized he was about to position himself on her left side. Her pulse skittered in her wrist.

  They acted as though it was the natural thing to do—sit on the couch with Tammy pressed between their hard bodies. Each man helped himself to a slice of pizza and a beer, then settled back to eat. Tammy drew in a long breath, trying to calm her senses and reached for a beer. As she brought the bottle to her mouth, she reminded herself that she had already drunk two. Any more liquor and she might lose control. She set the bottle aside and took a slice of pizza.

  Their bodies were hot pressing against hers. She could feel the muscles in their thighs and one glance at either man, brought her gaze to the muscles in their arms. Hard biceps flexed as they ate and when Wayne raised the beer bottle to his mouth, she paused her chewing. His skin was beautiful, as though he had spent a long time out in the sun getting tanned. Her gaze traveled along his forearm, noted the tattoo of an eagle in flight, then continued to his hand. It was large, the palm callused. She jerked her head around, cautioning herself about getting caught staring at him.

  Lyle reached for another slice of pizza, grabbing her attention as he bent forward. His t-shirt stretched across his back and the play of muscles nearly made her moan out loud. She stared, her jaw dropping open. Ribbons of elongated muscles lay taut and flexed with his movement. He reached for another bottle of beer and her gaze followed his outstretched arm. A well developed bicep flexed, relaxed, then flexed again as he twisted the top off the bottle. Tanned skin flecked with dark hair along his forearm and the back of his hand brought her gaze traveling upward to his shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat when she inadvertently looked into his face and locked gazes with him.

  Lyle smiled slowly and winked. “The cat is out of the bag, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Tammy stammered, jerking her gaze around. Her cheeks felt as though they were about to burst into flame. She hurried to bring the slice of pizza to her mouth.

  “Yes you do,” Lyle replied, his tone teasing. “You like to look at me as much as I like to look at you.”

  The urge to jump off the couch and run came over her. She shifted her feet, yanked the hem of her robe across her knees.

  Wayne chuckled. “I like a good ogle.” He took a b
ite of pizza and chewed, staring at Tammy.

  Lyle poked her in the ribs with his elbow. “It’s okay to look and it would be really good if you touched.”

  Tammy laughed and shook her head. “All right, I guess I was having a little peek.” She sighed and reached for the bottle of beer. On second thought, maybe a little more liquor would erase her inhibitions.

  “Babe, we don’t want you drunk,” Lyle said, taking the bottle from her hand.

  “Sex is always better sober,” Wayne remarked.

  “Who said anything about sex?” Tammy asked, looking from one man to the other. Her stomach curled deliciously when she saw them smile. She groaned and slumped on the couch.

  “It’s obvious we’re attracted to you, honey,” Wayne said. He put aside his plate and curled one arm around Tammy’s shoulders. “Since the first day we arrived at the base, we’ve wanted to get between your legs.”

  Tammy sucked in a quick breath.

  “Sweetheart,” Lyle said, reaching one arm around her waist. “We’ve been waiting for the opportunity to tell you how we feel.” He leaned toward her, stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “Is this really coming as a surprise?”

  She shook her head. “No, I suppose not.” She bit her lip. The thought of being attracted to two men nearly blew her senses. She looked from Wayne to Lyle, then back to Wayne. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

  “Why not? We’re adults.” His fingers closed on her upper arm. “I suppose you’re wondering about us sharing you.”

  She nodded. Her cheeks were burning. Just the idea of being with two men sent her senses somersaulting in a million different directions. “I…I…I’ve never felt this way before.”

  Lyle caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her head toward him. “Wayne and I share everything, Tammy. We’re like blood brothers. We think alike, love the same things and hate the same things.” He chuckled softly. “In Iraq, Wayne had my back and I had his.” He shrugged. “I guess we got used to sharing things, being up against horrible odds and coming out on top.”

  Tammy grasped his fingers. “Have you…shared a woman before?” Her voice was a low whisper, her nerves trembling.

  “No,” Lyle shook his head. “We’ve shared a lot of things, food when we were so hungry we thought we would starve, ammunition when we were pinned down and waiting for reinforcements, water, we even held one of our own when he caught a bullet in the head and died.”

  Tammy raised one hand and covered her mouth. “Stop, please. I don’t want to hear about the war.”

  “The war made us strong, honey,” Wayne said. He tightened his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.

  His heat quickly seeped through her filmy nightclothes, stinging her flesh. For an instant, she fought the urge to press fully against him, to pull away the fabric separating their bodies and enjoy the contact.

  “It made us realize that life is short and precious,” Lyle said, his voice soft. He picked up Tammy’s hand and held it. “There’s nothing wrong with two men wanting the same woman or one woman wanting two men.” He raised her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Two men can just add to a woman’s pleasure.”

  Chapter 6

  The large bronzed hand slid slowly along Tammy’s ribcage, drawing a trembling breath from her lips. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to take her into a world of sensual delights. She stretched, moving her arms so that the men could remove her robe and pajama top. There was no turning back now.

  When her top was pulled over her head, she felt like she should cover her breasts, but she kept her eyes closed instead, aware that her body was burning with embarrassment and desire. She bit her lip and tried to understand that it was okay to live for the moment. Both Wayne and Lyle had been in battle and knew the value of life. She had been in Iraq and knew the possibility of being killed any second. Having sex with two men was in no way similar to war, but allowing the act made her feel alive for the first time in a very long time. She moaned when Wayne slid one arm beneath her thighs and lifted her off the couch.

  Winding her arms around his neck, she tucked her head into the nook formed by his shoulder and collarbone. Her body pressed against his chest and she sighed at the feel of the hard muscles pressing into her side. When he carried her to the bed and laid her down, she opened her eyes and looked at the men. They were magnificent and she fought the urge to speak the words. Wayne was bigger than Lyle, his shoulders broader, he was taller. She turned her gaze on Lyle as he stripped his shirt over his head. The sight of his beautiful chest made her pull in a quick breath. A dark brown spray of curly hair bridged the distance between his male nipples and a narrow wisp trailed lower on his abdomen then disappeared at his waistband.

  A thought collided with the lust racing through her mind. We can’t have unprotected sex. As she tried to find the correct words to voice her concern, she saw Wayne remove his wallet from his pants pocket and take out two condoms. He handed one to Lyle and placed the other on the nightstand near the bed. A small smile touched her lips.

  “We’ve got your back, sweetheart,” Lyle said, smiling down at her. He pushed his pants off his hips and let them fall around his feet.

  When Tammy saw Lyle’s hard erection, she sucked in a quick breath. It was long and fully engorged and they hadn’t done anything except fondle a little on the couch. She bit her lip. Maybe it has been a long time for both of them. In the back of her mind, she supposed they had been too busy doing their jobs in Iraq to seek out personal pleasures.

  Wayne set one knee on the edge of the bed, drawing Tammy’s gaze. The sight of his body made her stomach tremble. He was so big and broad, his muscles rippled across his torso. She trailed her gaze along his chest and lowered to his crotch.

  In the next second, the men stretched out beside her and she began to release the doubts she harbored. She was in charge of her life and if she wanted to have sex with Wayne and Lyle, then she could. She answered to no one. And besides, it can’t possibly be wrong. It feels so right.

  Wayne’s hand slid along her abdomen, lightly, barely touching her skin. She opened her mouth and drew in a shallow breath, the sensation bringing to mind thoughts of feathers wafting across her flesh. When his fingers drew near her crotch, she closed her eyes and waited, anticipating his inquiring entry.

  Lyle caressed her cheek, turned her head and kissed her lightly. She moaned and reached one hand to the back of his head, closing her fingers around his nape. His tongue slid between her lips, slicked across her gum. Wayne’s fingers entered her bush, parted her fleshy lips and slid across her clitoris. Her stomach clenched as he began to stroke her sensitive nub.

  She parted her legs, giving full rein to any exploration. His finger slid between her slick folds and thrust into her sheath. It moved back and forth, slicked upward, touched her clitoris, then returned to thrust into her body.

  Lyle lowered his hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple until it peaked, then he pulled his mouth from her lips and sucked the bud. His touch was light, stroking, arousing. His mouth left her breast and trailed between the valley separating the mounds, wetting her skin as though tasting her. He trailed lower, crossed her abdomen and dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel.

  She smiled, relishing the attention from the men. Her body heated, her senses began to spin.

  Lyle trailed his mouth to her crotch. His wet tongue mingled with Wayne’s moving fingers. She nearly jumped off the bed. “Oh, damn!”

  “Enjoy it, babe,” Wayne whispered. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and pulled her leg up, setting her foot on the bed. He slid his hand into her crotch, catching the wetness from Lyle’s mouth. He began to caress her clit, working his fingers beside Lyle’s tongue. With his other hand, he stroked her inner thigh, bringing goose bumps to her skin.

  Lyle leaned his crotch against her hip, calling attention to his hard erection. He moved back and forth, pressing the head of his cock into her flesh. She
reached a hand to the hot stick and wrapped her fingers around it. It filled her hand. She squeezed her fingers and began to work her fist up and down along its length.

  Lyle groaned and reached his hand to cover hers. “Babe, I’m on the verge of coming already,” he confided.

  “It’s all right,” she assured him, increasing the speed of her hand.

  Chapter 7

  Lyle moaned and pushed Tammy’s hand away. “Babe, I want you,” he whispered, straddling her body.

  Tammy heard the rustle of the condom as he opened the wrapper and glanced down. Her crotch was so sensitive from their fondling she doubted she would last past a few seconds. She admitted then just how much she wanted a man’s cock inside her body. The urge to ask Lyle to hurry came over her.

  He reached for her, slid his hands beneath her butt and lifted her hips, fitting her crotch over his erection. He thrust into her, paused, drew in a long breath, then began to work his cock.

  Tammy grasped the sheet with both fists and held her breath. Already her stomach was curling deliciously and her senses were reeling out of control. The thrusts were deep, penetrating her body to fill her up. Wayne moved to her head, stroked her breasts with both hands, fondled her nipples, then rolled her head to one side.

  The long cock eased against her mouth, touched her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth, sucking the stick of flesh to the back of her throat. Wayne moaned and began to move, slowly at first, carefully, then faster.

  Tammy felt his shaft hit the back of her throat and closed her eyes. The sensations at her crotch were rapidly reaching the point of no return. Orgasm hovered on the brink. She panted around the mouthful of hard flesh she sucked and hunched her hips toward Lyle’s thrusting cock.

  Climax zinged through her insides, making her writhe against the bed. Electric sensations shot along her limbs and knotted her buttocks. Her heart speeded up, hammered against her ribs until she thought she would pass out. The delicious sensations spiraled throughout her veins, heating her body until she thought she would explode.