“And be really messy,” Shane adds.

Judging from the bulge pressing into my back and the way Shane’s thermal pants are stretching in front of me, they are both excited about the possible mess.

“I want to try it at least once. And when better than when we are trying to conceive?”

“Say breed,” Shane says. “It’s hot when you say you want us to breed you.”

“That’s kind of gross yet oddly hot,” I tell him. And it is. Two gorgeous, muscled cavemen are going to breed me tonight like we’re animals.

I move to the end of the bed and turn around. They are standing shoulder to shoulder, watching me—probably watching my face to make sure I’m not freaking out—but watching me just the same. So I make slithering out of thermal Christmas pajamas as sexy as I can and stand in front of them naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. And trusting. I trust them, I trust love, and more importantly, after all these years, I finally trust myself.

They both start stripping and I can’t imagine a better Christmas gift. They are still chiseled even though they’re done with college sports. I’m spoiled by the masculine display, and everywhere my eyes settle makes me wetter. I scoot onto the bed and they follow me on all fours, stalking me like I’m prey.

I sit up and they get on their knees, their cocks jutting out like they are trying to impress me. I am indeed impressed. I always am. My freshman year obsession with dicks didn’t exactly go away. I just focused a lot more of my attention on the two I currently reach for. They are solid, heavy—Fletcher’s has more pronounced veins and Shane’s is darker. I love the way they hiss in unison on my upstroke. Shane hooks Fletch around the neck and brings him closer so they can share a kiss, bringing them hip to hip. I bring them together even more and wrap my hands around the two cocks.

Fletcher groans. I know how much they like the feeling of their cocks rubbing together, so I smile and treat the two like they are one.

“My, my...you are both lubricating yourselves very much.”

“Like you’re not so wet it’s probably dripping down your leg.”

I smile and savor the texture of the hot flesh in my hands. The smooth skin that gives way to ridges. The grunts of my cavemen as they thrust into my hands. Their hands move to my upper body, teasing and squeezing my breasts until I’m certain I really am running moisture down my legs.

A wordless conversation between the two has me suddenly being pushed backward.

“Get on your back, naughty girl.”