Anthony mentally shook his head. They had a plan to keep Lusty and her residents safe. Now they needed to let it go. All that could be done had been done. Now it was a case of wait and see.
Both his and Toby’s cell phones announced an incoming text at the same time. He smiled, because the sound of the ping told him who the message was from.
“She just got home,” Toby said. “Good timing.”
“It is.” Two minutes later, he turned the car right and then right again and into the small driveway. Mary had left her Buick on the street.
As they entered the house, the sound of water running reached them. Looking down the short hall, past the kitchen, they could see the bedroom door standing open.
The night before, they’d tucked Mary in between them. But rather than indulging themselves, they’d just held her. Anthony and Toby had come to the decision that last night was going to be for holding, and for healing, just a little. They’d invited her to go to the Roadhouse with them for supper tonight so that they could have a proper date before they became intimate.
So the plan was to come home, get ready, and head out on their first date. And then tonight, when they got back, they’d have her between them again, but this time, they’d make love to her. It had been a sound plan, a good plan, and one that Mary had reluctantly agreed to. She’d made it very clear to them both last night that she wanted to have sex right then and there. And maybe it was sneaky and highhanded of them, but they’d coaxed her into just snuggling down for a few minutes, first. They’d both read the exhaustion on her, and when she’d dropped solidly into sleep a few moments later, they’d both known they’d made the right decision.
But now it was time to reconsider the grand plan of supper date and then sex. That open bedroom door was an invitation if ever he’d seen one.
Anthony looked over at Toby. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a damn good thing the roadhouse doesn’t take reservations for dinner in the first place. That means we can’t possibly be late for one.”
Anthony felt the weight of the world slide off his shoulders. He nodded once and headed toward the bedroom and the luxurious shower that lay beyond. He tossed his suit jacket on the chair in the corner of the bedroom and got rid of the rest of his clothes in record time. By the sound of things, Toby was doing the same.
Then, with his best friend beside him, he stalked toward that enormous shower and the naked, wet, and waiting woman who smiled at them from behind the glass.
“God, she’s magnificent.” Anthony’s gaze never left Mary. They were standing just inches from the glass door. He took his time looking at her, but she didn’t notice, because her attention—that minx—was clearly on them.
Not on their faces, of course, but on their cocks.
“After you, as you are older than me.” Toby reached out and opened the door and waited for Anthony to enter.
Chapter Seven
Oh my, I am so very lucky.
The sight of Anthony and Toby standing before her, completely naked and totally hard, actually made her mouth water. Mary was no shrinking virgin. She’d had a couple of serious relationships over the years, so she’d assumed that she’d known what to expect when it came to sex.
Well, guess I’m going to have to toss all that knowledge out under the heading of “useless.” These two men had the biggest cocks she had ever seen up close and in person.
Mary had timed it all perfectly, and yay for her. She figured they’d hear the shower and see the open bedroom door and do exactly what they’d done.
The shower door opened, and Anthony and Toby entered the hot, steamy enclosure, shutting the door behind them.
“You’re luscious.” Anthony closed the distance between them. Toby moved, too, until she felt him close behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her back against himself as Anthony stepped just that much closer. Suddenly this very large shower seemed to shrink in size. She could feel the muscled flesh of Toby’s body against her own and his hard, naked cock pressed flush to the small of her back just above her ass. She inhaled deeply and took in the scent of them both, enhanced by the heated water. Her nipples peaked, and she could have sworn her pussy actually dripped.
“You’re not bad yourself.” Mary tried for a tone she would describe in one of her novels as sophisticated and sultry. The smirk Anthony gave her told her all she needed to know about her success in that regard.
She gave him a half-shrug. “I’m not exactly a femme fatale.”
“Fuck woman, any more ‘femme fatale’ and we’d be on our hands and knees, our tongues hanging out.” Toby’s words thrilled her and made her laugh.
“Believe it,” Anthony said. He cupped her face and leaned down, giving her a very sweet and way too brief of a kiss. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t ever remember wanting anyone like this.”
Mary set aside her natural tendency to toss out a glib line. Honesty shone from Anthony’s eyes, and she needed to give that back to him—to them both. “Me, neither. When I woke up this morning, and you both were already up and making breakfast, I was kind of pissed. I wanted you so badly last night. But now…” It was hard as hell for her to admit that she’d been wrong about something. “But now, I know you made the
