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  "I don't think you're a loser," Logan says, stepping closer to me. "That's not it at all."

  Now he's close, towering over me, that familiar hunger in his eyes again. I think about waking up to his thick, long cock against me this morning and my face heats up yet again.

  "Rose," Knox rumbles, stepping up so that now they're both close to me, a virtual wall of rock-hard muscle.

  He takes my chin in his hand, tilting my face up, and looks into my eyes.

  "We find it incredibly appealing," he murmurs.

  What?

  I just stare at them, because I've got no idea what to say. I thought men liked women who knew what they were doing, not completely inexperienced girls.

  Wait, did he say 'we'?

  "You do?" I finally whisper, looking from Knox to Logan and back.

  They exchange a look, then both nod solemnly.

  "And it's awfully cold and boring in this cabin," Logan says, a grin slowly coming over his face.

  "Are you saying..."

  I stop. I'm inexperienced, but two men? Is Logan serious?

  He looks serious.

  Logan and Knox each take a hand, sliding my arms around their waists.

  "I'm saying it's a damn shame no one's ever made you come before," Logan says. "And I propose that it's high time it happened."

  And he kisses me. I turn toward him and suddenly I'm sandwiched between two huge, muscled, incredibly sexy men and I barely know how I got here. Logan swipes his tongue along my lip and then opens his mouth against mine, invading me like I'm his territory and he's winning it back.

  Knox is behind me, and while I'm kissing Logan desperately, his hands are on my hips, pulling me back against his thick, hard erection. His tongue is on the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and I moan into Logan's mouth.

  I don't know what's happening, but I like it.

  Logan pulls back and then someone's hand is in my hair. Knox turns my head and kisses me roughly, his lips merciless, and it sends a flare of heat through my whole body. I think I go weak in the knees, and Logan is already trailing his lips down my neck, kissing and sucking the skin there while I make out with his friend.

  It's almost overwhelming: two men, two sets of hands. I don't know who's doing what, but someone's cupping my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I moan into Knox's mouth and he growls at me, his cock hard and firm and huge against my back, Logan's against my hips.

  Someone pushes his hands underneath my loaned shirt. I'm still not wearing a bra, so I just moan into someone's mouth — Logan's again? — as rough fingertips brush my nipples, then pinch them so hard it nearly hurts.

  Then my shirt is off, unbuttoned. Knox whirls me around, grabs my ass, and lifts me so I wrap my legs around his waist while he holds me up, Logan's lips on my back. I can feel his cock right against my dripping-wet slit, and I roll my hips against him, nearly delirious with desire and Knox pulls me close.

  "Rose," he growls, his voice deep and husky. "I'm going to lick your sweet little pussy until you come twice and scream my name."

  I gasp. No one's ever talked to me like that before, so dirty, in that commanding, rough tone of voice.

  I should be shocked, but... I like it.

  Knox lifts me higher and bites one nipple hard, sucking and lapping at it until I'm panting for breath. I want to beg them to take me, skip the foreplay and just fuck me hard and fast with their massive cocks until I scream, but I can't bring myself to say it.

  Finally, they carry me into the bedroom, and Knox tosses me on his bed. Before I've even bounced, he's taking off the pants I'm wearing, and I tug at both of their shirts, revealing their taut, hard muscles.

  I can't believe I'm doing this.

  Knox crawls between my legs, spreading me wide. He licks both nipples, and I put one hand on his head, running my hands through his hair as he makes his way down, almost like he can't wait.

  Both men are still wearing pants, but they look like the zippers might pop at any second.

  Just as Knox reaches my mound, Logan grabs my wrists again and pulls them over my head, then holds them there. I gasp in surprise, and he just smiles at me, a light in his eyes I've never seen before as he takes in my naked body, stretched out on the bed.

  Then Knox gives my clit one good, hard lick and my entire body jolts. I groan, eyes sliding closed as he does it again and again, his tongue lapping at my clit.

  So this is what all the fuss is about, I think vaguely, my mind already a haze of pleasure. He keeps altering his rhythm, sometimes fast and hard and sometimes slowly circling me, moving down from my slit to my soaking-wet lips, sucking greedily at my honey, coming back to lick me again.

  Logan is still holding my wrists, and I'm moaning non-stop. I can't really move, but I feel like I'm flying, so far above the ground I might never come down, and then he bends down and starts lapping at my hard, puckered nipples.

  I just whimper, everything feels so good, and Logan laughs,

  "You like that?" he growls, his voice rough and raspy.

  "Yes," I breathe.

  He pinches and bites harder, just as Knox puts his lips around my clit and sucks at me.

  "Yes!" I shout, teetering on the edge, back arched, hands held over my head.

  And then I come, Knox's head between my legs, Logan teasing at my nipples as I moan so loudly they can probably hear me at the bottom of the mountain.

  Neither of them stops. If anything, Knox's tongue gets faster and harder, and he alternates between lapping at my clit and pushing it into my entrance, just barely teasing a spot inside me that makes me shout. It's hardly any time before I'm coming again, my body writhing as I moan and whimper.

  I'm not under my control. Not at all. I'm under theirs, moaning when they want me to, coming when they want me to.

  And it feels fucking fantastic.

  Logan backs away, letting my hands go. I'm disappointed for a moment until I realize he's removing his pants, his enormous, thick cock springing out.

  I don't even think, I just reach out and take it in one hand. Even though I've never touched one before, I still can tell that this cock is fucking perfect, thick and hard as steel, and Logan groans as I stroke it, Knox still licking at me furiously.

  I'm halfway to coming again, but I look up at Logan and bite my lip. I've got the overwhelming urge to put his cock in my mouth, to suck him until he comes, to taste him.

  He steps forward, and now the tip of his cock is at my lips. I don't know what I'm doing, but I open my mouth and take in the enormous head, licking and sucking, careful not to use my teeth.

  "Fuck, that feels good, Rose," he says.

  I suck a little harder and strain my neck, trying to move my lips down his shaft. Logan is standing over me, and he pumps his hips slightly, pushing his cock forward until it hits the back of my mouth and he growls.

  "You look so fucking hot right now," he says, one hand on the back of my head, his cock pressing at the back of my mouth. "You like having two men at once?"

  In response, Knox shifts slightly, and then I feel his fingers stroking my entrance.

  Then, slowly, he pushes them into my channel, and my eyelids flutter closed. I moan around Logan's cock, and before I know it, he's pulling and they're pushing me to the edge of the bed, my head hanging over.

  All I can see is Logan's cock, so I open my mouth again and he steps forward. I suck him in as Knox sinks his fingers into me all the way to the knuckle and finds a spot that makes me shout.

  Logan groans again, pinching my nipples, his cock at the back of my mouth. Instinctively, I swallow, and suddenly I can feel him sliding into my throat.

  "Jesus fuck, Rose," he gasps. "Holy fucking shit."

  My lips reach the very bottom of his cock, my nose in the short hairs at the base, Logan's cock down my throat.

  I had no idea this was how blowjobs worked, but I guess this is why men like them so much.

  Everything is going blurr
y with pleasure. Knox is fucking me hard with his fingers, his mouth still working me furiously, and Logan's got one hand on my nipple and one in my hair, holding my head still as he thrusts shallowly in my throat, groaning, before pulling out.

  I gasp for air, and he watches me, eyes half-open.

  "You're so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth," he says, panting for breath as I suck the head, swirling my tongue around it.

  We keep going until I think I might lose my mind. Logan is growling and moaning, and I'm seconds from coming yet again when suddenly he pushes himself as deep as he can and his cock jerks. I swallow again and again and as I do, suddenly Knox bends his fingers exactly the right way and I come yet again, moaning as Logan pulls out.

  This time, Knox pulls back, my knees still on his shoulders. I look down, biting my lip as he looks at me, a feral grin in his eyes.

  Please fuck me, I think. I need it now. Right this instant.

  Instead he grabs one wrist and pulls. I feel floppy and boneless, like a rag doll, but I let him flip me over until I'm on my hands and knees in front of him.

  Then Knox kisses me, slowly. He tastes like me but it's honestly kind of sexy in a weird way, and as we kiss I hear his belt and zipper come undone, then his pants fall to the floor.

  Without thinking, I reach out and grab his cock. I don't know what's happened to me — I went from shy virgin to losing my mind in the space of a day — but it feels right. I know it's unorthodox, but somehow, I know I'm not going to regret this.

  Knox growls at me as I stroke his cock, looking up at him with wide eyes, his hands on my head.

  I swallow and then bite my lip. At the same time, there's a weight on the other end of the bed and then Logan's on his back, between my legs, pushing my knees wider and pulling my hips down.

  My eyes slide closed again as I stroke Knox's girth and Logan kicks at me, slowly at first but gaining speed quickly. After a moment, Knox's hands tighten in my hair and then the head of his cock is at my lips, parting them, and I take him into my mouth.

  Logan is faster, more frenetic than Knox was, his tongue furious on me, his fingers already stroking my opening. I moan when he pushes them in. He stretches me a little but it feels so fucking good that I nearly come right then.

  Knox pushes my head forward further, his shaft disappearing between my lips. He hits the back of my throat as Logan works my pussy even faster and harder, putting his lips around my clit and sucking.

  I swallow, taking Knox's cock into my throat, just as Logan crooks his fingers inside me exactly the right way, his tongue flicking back and forth, and I come again.

  I can't make noise but my eyes roll back into my head, it feels so good. I'm barely even conscious of Knox hilting himself in my mouth, my nose in his short curly hairs as he thrusts.

  But this time, I don't stop coming, and it just breaks over me in waves, again and again as I suck Knox off while Logan licks me. Finally, it subsides and he pulls his fingers from my pussy, still dripping wet with my juices, tongue still working.

  I'm still sucking Knox, and I think he's close — he's groaning nonstop, his cock twitching, his hand like an iron vise in my hair. It hurts a little but I don't mind, not at all — it's actually kind of hot, the sensation that I'm totally under their control, that these two men can do whatever they want to me.

  Knox growls. Logan's slippery fingers move back, along my seam, and then suddenly they're at the other hole, slowly circling my pucker.

  My eyes go wide, and I look up at Knox.

  "I fucking love watching you suck my cock," he murmurs. "I knew I would."

  At the same time, Knox thrusts his cock into my mouth and Logan sinks a finger one knuckle into my ass, still licking furiously, and I explode. I come so hard I'm shaking, my whole body wracked with spasms, feeling like fireworks are going off inside me and I can't stop them, just wait until they subside.

  Just as they do, Knox hilts himself in my mouth again and holds my hair tight as his cock suddenly jerks. I swallow again, just like with Logan, while the other man moves out from under me and kneels over my back, kissing my spine.

  Knox pulls out slowly, and as he does I keep sucking at him, even though he's going soft.

  "That's right," he murmurs. "Lick my cock clean."

  Despite myself, I blush — but I do it, eagerly, getting every last trace of cum off of him.

  Then I sit back, on my knees, and look from Logan to Knox and back. They're both grinning.

  "That was fucking incredible," Logan says, leaning forward to kiss me. "I swear I could lick your pussy for hours and not get tired of it."

  "I liked it," I say. Even though I know I sound like a dork, it's true.

  Knox grins, maybe the first time I've seen him smile.

  "We liked it too," he says.

  Chapter Eleven

  Logan

  I think about going to bed, but it's not even eight yet, so instead we all pull our clothes back on and head into the living room. Knox and I build a fire, and for the first time since we found Rose, things aren't strained between us anymore.

  Like we should be sharing her.

  It sure did feel right. Watching Rose come her brains out, again and again, as Knox licked her, was fucking perfect. Feeling her come with my cock down her throat was beyond incredible, watching her hand control over to us as we showed her pleasures she could have barely imagined.

  Yeah, I'd say that felt fucking right.

  The three of us sit on the couch, both of us with our arms around Rose. Even though she just took both of us on at once, I think she's blushing, trying to start the conversation.

  "So, um," she starts, staring into the fire. "Is this... normal?"

  "No," says Knox.

  "Well, I know, I just mean..."

  "We've done this before," I say, before the poor thing can feel any more awkward. "Shared the same woman."

  Rose just nods.

  "And it's..."

  She frowns, still staring into the fire.

  "Fucking incredible, yes," Knox says.

  "There's just something about completely overwhelming a woman with pleasure," I say, trying to explain why I like it. "Watching you, knowing that you feel so fucking good that you're practically helpless and that I'm doing it to you..."

  My cock twitches, like I'm about to get hard again. It seems like it should be impossible, but apparently not.

  "And it's not a big deal that I'm a virgin?" she asks, quietly.

  "Did it seem like a big deal?" Knox asks.

  "I guess not," she said. "Although you didn't. Uh. Take... my virginity."

  I kiss her on top of her head, my cock stirring again.

  "We wanted you to trust us first," I whisper. "We want you, Rose, and we want you to be ours. We want you to give yourself to us, totally and completely. And that can't work if you don't trust us to make you feel good."

  She looks at me, her crystal blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. Then she looks at Knox the same way.

  "Okay," she finally says. "I trust you."

  She sleeps in Knox's bed that night. I'm not happy about it, but I know it's only fair — and besides, I know I shouldn't be jealous. Doesn't she want me just as much as she wants him?

  I have a hard time sleeping. Partly because I can't stop imagining her in my bed, her soft body against mine, and it makes me hard as a rock all night long. Partly because I can't stop thinking about what we just did and how fucking incredible it was.

  And how fucking incredible it's going to be when we take her virginity.

  We're trying to be gentle — as gentle as we can be — and take it slow, not overwhelm her yet. I know that I can be rough and demanding, dominating even, in bed. I can tell that Rose likes that, that she wants that from us, but it's unfair to jump into the deep end all at once.

  No matter how badly I want to.

  In the morning, I wake up first, cock aching. I stare at the ceiling and my first thought is of Rose, straddling me, her perfect
tits in my hands as she slowly sinks herself onto my cock, her tight walls hugging me.

  I swallow hard and resist the urge to wrap a fist around my shaft and starting pumping. They're asleep. It's rude, and it's also fucking creepy.

  But then I imagine Rose, riding me hard, and Knox's face behind her, kissing her neck. The way her eyes slide shut in ecstasy.

  And then the pressure of him, entering her from behind. The way her body would go almost limp and she'd be unimaginably tight, stuffed with both of us as we drove Rose nearly out of her mind.

  I exhale hard in bed, my hands clenched in my bedsheets, my cock sticking straight up. I'm leaking precum like a faucet, and I take a few deep breaths before forcing myself out from under my warm covers and into a sitting position.

  Rose is staring at me, blue eyes wide. She's spooned against Knox, and he's still asleep, but their covers are a little off and I can see that he's got one hand on a breast, caressing it in his sleep. She smiles just a little, pushes her blankets off more, and moves her hips back against him.

  I'm completely certain he's hard too, and I watch the haze of lust come over Rose's eyes as she rubs herself against him.

  Yeah, I'm a little jealous, but God I love watching her like this. It's me she's teasing right now, both of us she wants.

  "Can I have a good morning kiss?" she asks, keeping her voice low.

  I grin. I'd planned on waiting until after breakfast to do this again, let her wake up a little, but if she wants it? Fuck yes.

  "Of course," I say, and walk over to the other bed. I lean down and give her a long, lingering, deep kiss. It doesn't end. Rose makes a soft little noise into my mouth, her fingers winding through my hair, and I find my hand in the valley of her hip.

  Slowly, I get into Knox's bed, still kissing Rose, my tongue in her mouth. I think Knox wakes up because suddenly her hips jerk backward and there's a growl, then another moan, and she's sandwiched between us.

  I move my hand down between her legs, listening to her moan and gasp. She's incredibly wet already, her sweet pussy practically drooling for us. Knox rolls a nipple between his fingers as I stroke her in slow circles, feeling her tense and writhe as she gets closer and closer to the edge.