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answered her question, not really, but she suddenly didn’t care. Couldn’t even remember what she’d asked him. He stood at the side of the bed nude and glorious, and she almost swallowed her tongue when his cock began to harden beneath her stare.
    Her heartbeat picked up and began to beat so fast she got dizzy, and when Trey climbed onto the bed and began to pull Michael’s shoes off, it helped calm her not at all.
    Michael moved his head off her and lay back on his pillow, his dark hair spreading out around his head, contrasting brilliantly with his green eyes. His full lips held a slight smile, and she could see the promise in his face. “You understand you belong with us?”
    She didn’t know what to say. She did feel like she belonged, but why? She didn’t answer him, just turned to watch Trey finish undressing him. Michael was whipcord lean and thinner than Trey, but just as good to look at. Two sexy men in her bed … no, these two sexy men in her bed. It was … perfect.
    Trey pulled Michael’s jeans over his hips, releasing an erection so hard and huge she gasped. “Oh wow!”
    Michael laughed, pleased. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. “Shake hands, you two. Get acquainted.”
    Trey snorted and pulled Michael’s shirt over his head. Then his face turned serious even as Selene tentatively squeezed Michael’s cock. “You like her, Michael. You recognize her, too?”
    She remained silent, waiting for Michael’s answer.
    He met her eyes and gave her such a sweet, real smile she choked up. “Yes,” he said, simply. “Yes.”
    Trey’s sigh was just as heartfelt as Michael’s guileless affirmation. “Then let’s show our lady what it’s like to make love to those you’re meant for.”
    They both looked at her with such passion, such intensity that she thought seriously about running, but it was only a moment’s thought pushed quickly away by the gentle squeeze of Michael’s hand.
    Then Trey began to undress her much the way he had Michael, only with her he had Michael’s help. “Lie back, baby, and let us take care of you.” Trey’s voice was as tender and sweet as Michael’s eyes, and she was not afraid.
    When she was naked she covered her eyes at their frank stares, and they didn’t tell her to look. She would when she was ready. Right now she only needed to feel them.
    To trust them.
    She kept her hands firmly over her eyes, jerking at the first touch of a tongue on a still red, recent scar on her right breast.
    “I’m going to get a blindfold,” Michael told her, his voice moist and warm in her ear, “so you can relax your arms.”
    They were careful to tell her everything they meant to do, their movements deliberate and slow, waiting for her signal that she was ready for more.
    The blindfold was slipped over her eyes and she let her arms fall to her sides.
    Lips pressed against an old scar on the inside of her arm, and she was sure it was Michael who took her left index finger, wrongly healed from an old break, and sucked it gently into his mouth.
    “I’m so sorry,” she heard Michael whisper. “We should have found you long ago.”
    Before they’d finished cataloging and loving her healed wounds, her body began to awaken beneath their hands and mouths. She shifted restlessly on the bed, her legs opening a little, then closing. “I want…”
    Until now the two men had stayed away from her pussy, but at her words, her legs were spread and held open and she felt a fingertip probe her entrance.
    “She’s so wet,” Michael murmured.
    Her legs were opened farther and at the first touch of something rubbery and slick, she jerked. She reached for it, her fingers closing around a dildo large enough to rival her men’s cocks. “I…” She let her hands fall away, turned on enough to let them do as they wanted.
    “Good girl,” Trey said. “Just feel, sweetheart.”
    The dildo was pushed just into her pussy, but not quickly, not harshly. Still, she cried out,