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  It was the hunk from the bookstore and the pub, standing there looking back at her in surprise. Switching her gaze to the other person standing next to him, she felt her knees go weak. There were two of them. Holy shit. Her nipples hardened painfully at the mere sight of them. Crimson stained her chest and cheeks as she knew it always did when they were around. They probably thought she had some kind of skin problem or that she constantly had a sunburn.

  What were they doing at her front door? Which one had she met? Why was she so hot for them?

  Before she could overcome her shock, one of them smiled, showing off his dimples.

  Her panties dampened. She loved his dimples. God, he was gorgeous. Correction, they were both panty-wettingly gorgeous.

  The other one smiled and handed her the largest candle she’d ever seen. “You’re Branda, right? What a pleasant surprise to see you here. We just found out someone had moved in, so we brought a candle over to welcome you to the neighborhood. The world sure is a small place.”

  She nodded as she took the candle. “Small.” Unable to resist, she raised the candle to her nose. The smell of strong cinnamon greeted her senses. Mmmm. “Thanks for the candle. I love it. It smells great.”

  One of the hunks stepped closer to her.

  “We’re glad you like it. Seeing you here is quite a surprise. Karma must be putting us together. Maybe it’s good witch karma!”

  One of them smiled and asked, “Mind if we come in? I can’t believe you live next door to us. How do you know the De Pescinas? Our mom and Carisa are very close friends.”

  Relaxing a little, Branda stepped back. “Come on in. You mind if we talk in the kitchen? I just finished a job and need to clean up. It’ll drive me crazy if I don’t get on it.”

  The one to the right quickly stepped into the house as he answered her. “Sure, sounds great. We can help you clean up.”

  “No, you don’t have to. It won’t take me long,” she said as she led them to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she took one more whiff of the candle then put it on the counter. After pouring them ice water, she placed a plate of fresh cookies in front of them. “Which one of you have I met?”

  They looked at each other then answered, “Both of us.”

  The one of the left took over. “You met me at the bookstore. My full name is Massimo Troyson Cortino. Please call me Troy. This is my twin, Fortino Treyson Cortino. We call him Trey. You met Trey at Gaven’s Sports Pub. I was upstairs working and couldn’t get down to talk to you. I told Trey about meeting you.” He paused for a second and searched her eyes. “We’ve been helping Gaven out at night until he gets fully staffed. I was happy to see you at the pub, and now I’m even happier to find that you live next door.”

  Still a little dumbstruck, Banda nodded. “Run your names by me again.”

  Their names slid smoothly off Troy’s tongue. “I’m Massimo Troyson Cortino, and he’s Fortino Treyson Cortino.”

  “Wow, those are unique names.” She wondered if their parents loved them or hated them.

  “Yeah, Massimo means greatest, and my name, Fortino, means fortunate. Our papa wanted us to have strong Italian names. Please call us Troy and Trey. It’s less of a mouthful,” Trey said with a wink.

  “Troy and Trey it is.” Love. Their parents probably picked strong names because they loved them. Love. Her heart tattooed a wild beat. It was strange, but she already loved being around them and felt right in their presence.

  “These cookies are great by the way,” Trey mumbled around his last bite.

  Branda smiled. “Thanks. They’re how I make my living. I make edible bouquets. Speaking of your friend, Gaven, I’m making some fruit and cookie bouquets for him next weekend.”

  “The Kirkland party?” Troy inquired.

  “Yeah, that’s the one.”

  “We’ll be there, too. Helping out wherever we’re needed,” Troy said as he picked up another cookie.

  “Do either of you need a cup of coffee? Coffee goes well with sugar cookies. I love coffee,” Branda said a little nervously. The sexual tension shooting through her body was driving her crazy.

  They both said, “Sounds great,” at the same time.

  Laughter bubbled out of her. “Do the two of you do that very often?”

  Trey answered. “Yes, but we seem to do it even more when we both want to please a woman like yourself.”

  Her hand trembled when she added water to the coffeepot. “Trust me, I’m not worth pleasing. Besides, I don’t really believe in that.”

  “By that do you mean a woman experiencing great pleasure from two men who adore her soft, curvaceous body?” Trey asked while staring into her eyes with a burning passion she’d never seen directed her way by any other man, except Troy. She loved the way they looked at her.

  Remembering all of her dating experiences, she answered, “You can stop looking at me like I’m a meal. Trust me. You wouldn’t like it. I don’t do the sex thing.” With a shrug she tried to look nonchalant. “I’ve tried it twice, and been on a few dates. Sex is just not for me. Sorry guys.” She wished she was the type of woman that could please them and receive pleasure from them.

  Both twins advanced on her.

  Her body released a flood of liquid into her panties.

  Troy leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I think you’d make a perfect meal. Don’t you think so, Trey?” Guiding his hand lightly across the tops of her breasts, he added huskily, “So curvy and delicious.”

  Trey followed Troy’s lead and ran his hand across her other breast. “I do believe you are right. She’s perfect for us. Look how her nipples are responding to our touch. Such a lovely sight.”

  Troy nipped at her ear. “Trey loves a woman who blushes. Right now you are blushing beautifully. I love a hot woman. You are perfect for both of us. Hot, responsive to our touch, and shy. Perfect.”

  Senses reeling, Branda couldn’t believe these two gorgeous men were interested in her. A fire started building deep in her pelvis. An involuntary shiver shook her body when they both leaned down and nibbled at her earlobes. This couldn’t be happening to her. Why was she on fire for them? She’d never felt this way for any other man, or men, in this case, and deep down she loved it. Could she make them happy?

  A flashback of the two times she had sex replayed in her mind. The painful invasion of his penis pushing into her dry body. His words when it was over the second time haunted her. I won’t be calling your fat ass back. You have the driest hole I’ve ever seen. She’d been a fool to let him have sex with her a second time. The only reason she’d done it a second time was because she had heard it got better every time you did it. Hah. She didn’t think so.

  Trey murmured into her ear, “What’s the matter, honey? We’d never hurt you. We only want to please you.”

  It was true her body responded to them, but she was sure they wouldn’t be happy with her performance in bed. Something clicked inside her and she spilled her thoughts. “I–I’m sure you wouldn’t like me. I’ve been told I have a dry hole.” Warmth licked at her cheeks. Why had she said that out loud? What was wrong with her?

  “Never feel embarrassed about telling us your true feelings, Branda. Look how scrumptious she is when she blushes, Troy.” Trey’s raspy voice floated into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

  “I don’t think you understood me. I won’t be able to make you happy in bed. I’m frigid. I have a dry hole, remember? Trust me. I’m a waste of time. I could never make you happy.” If she could have stopped her wild tongue, she would have.

  Guiding her to the living room, they laid her down on the cushioned chaise lounge. Troy knelt down on one side, Trey knelt on the other.

  “W–What are you doing?” Whatever they had planned she hoped it was wonderful. Maybe with them sex would be different.

  “Proving you wrong. Is that okay with you?” Trey responded.

  “Yes.” It was time she tried to advance sexually, and with these two everything felt right.
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  They both took a wrist and brought it to their lips then placed a licking kiss to her soft flesh.

  A convulsing shudder shook her entire body. More liquid heat soaked her panties. Nipples became taut, and her clit throbbed. Flames streaked out from her core, heating her whole body. A moan escaped her throat. They were stroking her body, bringing it onto an unknown plane, a plane she’d stay in forever if she could.

  Feeling her shirt being unbuttoned, she knew she should protest, but the only sound she could push past her lips was a soft mewling.

  Cool air caressed her skin just before the men sucked lace-covered nipples deep into the erotic heat of their mouths. A cry came out of nowhere. Lost in the moment, it took her a bit to realize the sound had come from her. She’d never felt like this in her life, and it was glorious.

  Through a cloud of passion, she felt them unhook the front clasp of her bra. More cool air rushed across her bare breasts. Their hands gently cupped and kneaded them. A pair of full, firm lips brushed tenderly over hers. Her body jerked at the feel of another set of equally full, firm lips nuzzling her ear and whispering incoherent words. Although she couldn’t make out the words, she knew they were words of encouragement and reverence.

  Soul shaken, all she could do was lay there and let them touch her. She never wanted it to end. The strong hands on her breasts stroked and explored the lush swells thoroughly. The rough texture of their hands was a sharp contrast to her silky curves, a thrilling contrast. Pleasure pulsed through her as their hands circled then slid up the tender underside of her breasts and stopped on top. Thumbs brushed back and forth across her breasts.

  Another cry escaped her lips when their stroking fingers stopped and plucked at her nipples. The lips kissing hers changed, becoming more impatient. His tongue swiped along the seam of her lips, parting them then swooping in for a taste. A moan came from deep in his chest, giving her a boldness she didn’t know she had. Swirling her tongue around his, she had him groaning again. Growing even bolder, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and groaned herself as the flavor of cookies and hot male invaded her senses. Surprise stunned her for a moment as the mouth she wasn’t finished exploring pulled away from her to be replaced by new lips, the lips that had been murmuring into her ear. These lips tasted just as good, slightly different, but just as good. Plunging her tongue into his mouth, she swiped her tongue across his until he groaned and took over the kiss. His lips and teeth nipped at hers then licked the sting away. These lips were demanding, taking what they wanted.

  More of her juices dripped out of her body as his rough kiss continued to heighten her arousal. Her body was in an itchy state of heat. She needed more. Much more. To her relief, she felt their hands travel down across her stomach, lightly pass over her hot center, and on to her inner thighs. She wanted to scream at them to touch her pussy. She needed them to touch her there, to put out the fire in her loins.

  The wonderful lips devouring hers stopped, moved to her ear, and whispered a few more words she couldn’t quite make out. Branda closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. Slowly the hands on her inner thighs started moving upward. Her legs parted naturally for them. One hand cupped her mound, forcing another moan from her. She could feel the other one unfastening her jeans. A quiver raced down her spine at the feel of warm fingers sliding under her panties and heading straight toward her wet folds of flesh.

  The twins’ roving lips moved to her aching nipples. Gasping out loud, her breathing was out of control. The sensation of both their mouths suckling at her nipples at the same time was too much. The hand cupping her jean-covered mound moved, and the one inside her panties scored. Her legs parted farther for the calloused fingers. His middle finger slid from tip to base across her supersensitive bundle of nerves. A long wail was released from her lips when his long finger curved and entered her dripping canal.

  Her brain barely registered the words being spoken.

  “Slide your finger under mine, Trey, and tell me if you find a dry hole.” Troy’s voice was heavily laden with desire.

  Trey’s hand followed the direct path that Troy’s had, rubbing along her clit before delving under Troy’s finger still buried deep in her tight, wet pussy. His added finger stretched her more, sending sparks back up to her clit where Trey’s palm was rubbing the little nub in a circular motion.

  Trey spoke softly into her ear. “You know what I feel? I feel a silky, wet pussy.” At his words, more liquid released into her vagina, coating their fingers. “That’s it, babe. You just got a lot wetter. Let loose. Come for us, babe.”

  Lips returned to her nipples, sucking hard while fingers slid in and out of her now-tingling pussy. The palm rubbing her clit added more pressure just as they nipped at her tender breasts. A feeling of desperation clawed at her pelvis, making her body shudder as new sensations coursed through her. Lights flashed before her eyes and her body erupted in a cataclysm of pleasure then flew apart. A loud wail filled the room as wave after wave of ecstasy claimed her.

  Floating in a happy daze, she marveled at the wonderful feeling of a warm tongue lapping at her nipple while her other lover moved to her ear and whispered incoherent words into it. Trey left his palm resting lightly on her pulsating nub. Their fingers moved gently inside her, slowly bringing her down.

  When her clit slowed its pulse and her breathing returned to normal, the twins withdrew their middle fingers from her hot core. Holding their fingers up for her to see, Troy remarked, “Do these look like fingers that have come from a dry hole?”

  Trey played along. “Most definitely not. Her sweet little hole was exceedingly wet. Shall we test the sweetness level?”

  “Excellent idea,” Troy replied.

  Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the twins slipping their dripping middle fingers into their mouths. Two sets of green eyes closed as if savoring the best gourmet meal and not wanting any visual stimuli to hinder their sense of taste.

  Opening his eyes, Trey spoke with relish. “Hands down the sweetest honey I’ve ever tasted. How about you, Troy?”

  With a wicked grin, Troy agreed. “Indeed. The sweetest honey from the sweetest honey pot. I can’t wait to lap up more of that deliciousness straight from the source.”

  Branda almost blacked out just listening to them. Surely they weren’t talking about licking her pussy. Her clit started to throb again at just the thought of that.

  As she heated up, Trey spoke huskily into her ear. “That’s right, babe. One day soon we’re going to lick that sweet flesh between your lovely thighs. But for today I believe we’ve done enough. You did a great job today, babe.”

  Feeling a blush rising from the tops of her breasts to her cheeks, she let them help her sit up and straighten her clothes. “Great? I didn’t do anything. I told you I wasn’t any good.” She felt bad about receiving all that ecstasy but not giving them any.

  Troy defended her quickly. “You were awesome. Us giving you pleasure brings us pleasure. You are so beautiful when you come. Your body gushed your release and twisted in ecstasy. When you wailed as you came, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I’ve never seen such a pretty sight.”

  Trey’s eyes took on a seriously hungry look. “He’s telling you the truth. I could watch you come daily and never get bored of the sight. Your beauty sparks a fire in my blood. A fire so powerful it will last a lifetime.”

  Not knowing what to do after experiencing the most unexpectedly awesome orgasm of her life, Branda’s mind scrambled to find some stable ground. She couldn’t believe these two finer-than-fine men would both be interested in her and her sexual gratification. She’d always thought all men were only interested in their own pleasure. How could this be? Thinking back, she remembered how happy Sienna was with Teddy. Was Teddy doing to Sienna what the twins had just done to her? If so, she could see why Sienna was so happy all the time. She’d have to call Sienna and ask her about the twins. The twins. Oh god. Sienna had told her about the hot twins that lived next door when
she was a little girl.

  “The hot twins.” Looking from one to the other, she blurted out, “You two are the twins Sienna told me about when we were teenagers.”

  Each twin took one of her hands and raised her from the chaise lounge.

  Smelling the forgotten coffee, Branda grabbed hold of her hostess side. “I need some coffee. How about you two?”

  “Yes,” they said in sync.

  When they were all seated at the table with coffee and cookies, Troy asked, “What all did Sienna tell you about us?”

  “You sound concerned. Why?” she countered.

  Trey answered. “Because he tied her pigtails together and made her cry.”

  Branda choked on her coffee. When she was able to speak she replied, “That’s interesting, but not what she told me. Actually, what she told me was that when she was a little girl, the hottest twins ever lived next door. And that she cried for two days when you both went away to school. Hot, nice, and brave was how she described you two.”

  Trey grinned. “That sounds about right.”

  Branda couldn’t hold back a snort. “Not very humble are you, Trey?”

  Surprised, she wondered how she knew he was Trey. It’s not like they were wearing name tags. They were both wearing hip-hugging black jeans and tight black T-shirts that left nothing to the imagination. The muscles in their arms made her long to touch and taste them. Realizing she was openly staring at them, she felt heat creep into her cheeks again.

  Taking her hand in his and looking deeply into her eyes, Trey spoke in a soft tone. “I love it when you blush. What I’d like to know is what brought that blush on.”

  Swallowing hard, more color flooded her cheeks. “N–n–nothing. It’s probably just the heat of the kitchen.”

  Trey shook his head. “The only heat in this kitchen is your hot body. Were you thinking about all the things we are going to do to you after we kiss and lick your sweet pussy?”

  At the widening of her eyes, Troy interjected, “Not tonight, but soon we will show you the many delights we can give you. Tonight was just a small demonstration of what we can do to you. If you’ll shave that sweet little pussy of yours, you will be even more sensitive to our touch, to our licks.” Taking her other hand, Troy kissed the palm and smiled as a shiver raced through her body. “You enjoyed what we did to you, no?”