“Hello.” The deepest voice she’d ever heard pulled her from her panic. She turned and hoped there wasn’t a line of drool running out of her mouth. She climbed as gracefully as she could off the big bed and faced them. They were perfect. The one who had spoken was tall. She doubted she would reach his shoulders when she stood against him. He was at least six and a half feet, and his body was corded with muscle. Every piece of him seemed chiseled out of granite. He was male model perfection with a strong jaw and piercing green eyes.  His hair was inky black and curled sweetly over his ears.

His partner wasn’t quite as tall but still was no small man. He was a few inches shorter than the gorgeous monster, and his body held a lean strength. If the black-haired devil was a linebacker, this man was a swimmer. His eyes were a stark blue. His skin was sun kissed and smooth. Callie was fascinated with the idea of soft skin covering steel. His hair was cut in a military style. It was a rich brown. The intimate light of the room caught the gold and red streaks. He looked like a man who laughed often.

Everything inside her heated up at the sight of them, and she wasn’t so scared anymore.

“Hello.” It seemed like a dumb thing to say to two glorious men when she was naked as the day she was born, but it was all she could think of.

“Hello, Callie.” The other man’s voice was deep, too, but there was an inherent friendliness to his Texas accent. It looked like Stef had found her a couple of cowboys. The blue-eyed man watched her. He gave her a small, calm smile like he didn’t want to scare her. “Are you nervous, sweetheart? We don’t want you to be. Nothing happens here that you don’t want. All you have to do is say the word and everything stops.”

Their eyes were on her body. Callie had never thought much about her body before. It was a natural thing. She’d grown up in a household where nudity wasn’t frowned on. She was comfortable in her skin, only now she wasn’t. Now she was starting to feel hot and restless. They weren’t avoiding her private parts the way the nudists politely did back in Bliss. These men stared boldly at her breasts, and her breasts seemed to be staring right back. Her nipples were hard little nubs.

“Do I get a safe word?” The question came out on a breathy sigh. She’d always wanted to know what it felt like to truly submit. Stefan’s subbies always seemed satisfied.

The blue-eyed man’s mouth turned down. “Your safe word is no. We don’t have to play games. All you have to do is say no and we stop.”

“But we can play games if you want to.” That came from the big guy. His husky voice did all sorts of things to her libido. He walked boldly up to her and placed his hands on her hips. His touch lit up her skin. “Do you want to play, darlin’?”

Oh, yeah, she wanted to play. She just wasn’t sure she knew how. His hands skimmed her hips and pulled her close. He was so big. He enveloped her. His mouth came down on hers. He was gentle but forceful. His tongue slipped past her lips and dominated her mouth. Callie had a moment of complete panic but forced herself to relax. She’d come here for this. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired. She wouldn’t get love out of this, she knew that. She wasn’t as naïve as the boys back in Bliss seemed to think. But she might get the desired part, if the thick erection poking her in the belly was any indication.

His tongue was coaxing now that she’d softened against him. He seemed more willing to take things slowly once she got involved. She let her tongue rub against his, enjoying the smooth glide. She could smell soap and man and something musky that heated her feminine parts to a froth. He pulled her into the cradle of his thighs. The denim was rough against her softness.

“Hey, don’t hog the girl, Zane.”

Callie felt a hand on her shoulder, and the big guy, Zane, broke off the best kiss of her life. It was one of the only kisses of her life, she admitted to herself. She was turned into a second hard body.

“My name is Nathan, sweetheart. But you can call me Nate.” His Texas accent had gotten more pronounced as the room heated up. He cupped her hips and let his eyes trail the length of her body. “You are a beautiful woman, Callie Sheppard. We’re going to take very good care of you.”

Callie sighed as he leaned in. His kiss was softer than Zane’s but no less impactful. She felt it hum along her skin. She liked the idea of them taking care of her. She liked it a lot. Of course, they were only talking about taking care of her sexually, but she could dream. She let her hands caress the smooth skin of his shoulders and biceps. Her blood was staring to pound. This was nothing like the couple of times she’d fooled around before with sons of her mother’s friends, or that disastrous time she’d tried to kiss Rye Harper. Those fleeting touches had been fumbling and awkward. This was a wave she just had to ride and allow to sweep her away.

“Are we going too fast?” Nate whispered the question against her ear. There was no small amount of pleading in it. She could tell he wanted her answer to be a resounding no from the sound of his voice.

“I’m fine, Nate.” Callie pressed herself against him, the cotton of his western shirt sensitizing her nipples. She kissed along his jaw line. It felt so good to be close to another warm body, to be given leave to explore and play. She wanted them naked, skin to skin against her. She pulled apart the shirt under her hands. The pearl snaps popped, and his skin was hers to touch. She let her fingers run along the curves of his chest. He was all muscle, from his pecs to the six-pack that had her mouth watering.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good.” Nate’s head was back as he offered her his body.

“Yes, you do,” Zane agreed, pressing against her back. His skin was warm against hers, so she knew he had gotten rid of his jeans and T-shirt. His hands slid from around her back and cupped her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, and she could feel the press of hard flesh against the cheeks of her ass. Everything was beginning to whirl deliciously out of control, and Callie was just going with it.

“You’re sure you want this?” Nate seemed very cautious, but his eyes were hot.

Callie nodded. She was sure. She wanted to experience something she’d fantasized about. There was so much she hadn’t confided in Stef. Her mother was sick. Callie would spend the next months giving her mother every bit of her energy and love. So, Callie wanted one night where she didn’t have to be strong, where she didn’t have to face the future, where she could revel in the here and now just because it felt good.

“Baby?” Nate’s hand came up and brushed away a tear she hadn’t known she’d shed. His eyes were a brilliant blue and narrowed in concern. “Are you afraid?”

The hands on her breasts were gone, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her back into Zane’s chest. There was a sweetness to his hold as though he didn’t want to let her go for a minute. That brought fresh tears to her eyes. No one had held her like that since she was a child. The gesture made her feel small and fragile and protected.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Zane’s voice rumbled along her scalp, his face pressed to the top of her head. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Callie shook her head. “I’m not scared. I’m just…emotional.” Now wasn’t the time or place to spill her guts. She wanted sweetness, not sympathy. She looked straight into Nate’s eyes and asked for what she wanted. “I need to be out of myself for a while.”

After a long moment, Nate smiled solemnly and leaned in to kiss her. His lips molded hers, and she felt Zane’s mouth on her nape. She was wrapped up in them, and the sensations felt heavenly.

 Nate stepped back and nodded at Zane. Callie glanced at Nate as he started to undress, then Zane swept her up into his arms and grinned down at her. It was a wild, feral thing, that smile of his. He was the bad boy of the two, no question about it. He cradled her to his chest and strode to the bed like she was nothing at all to carry. He tossed her lightly on the huge bed. Her eyes widened as she got her first real look at him.

“Oh, my god.” His cock was enormous. It was gorgeous.

He stroked that monster cock of his, and a purely masculine look took over his magazine cover-ready face. “Don’t worry. I know how to use it.”

Nate came to stand by his friend. His body was every bit as beautiful as Zane’s. Nate’s body was sleekly muscled, where Zane looked like a bodybuilder. Nate’s mouth was turned up in a slight smile, and he rolled his eyes. “You know, you should never have shown her that thing first. Now she won’t look at me.”

“Yes, I will.” She was breathless. Nate might not be quite as ridiculous as his friend, but he was amply sized as well. His cock stood at full attention, bobbing against his flat, muscled abs, almost reaching his navel. He wasn’t quite as long as Zane, but he was just as thick. No one could accuse Nate of not being well-hung.

He winked at her. “I’m glad Zane hasn’t ruined you for me, sweetheart.” He crawled across the white comforter toward her. His big hand pressed her back into the mattress. “Lay back, and let Zane take care of you.”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. It was going to be okay. She knew it would hurt at first. Nate was distracting her as Zane moved her legs apart. His hands ran from her ankles to her hips, and she tensed, waiting for that big cock to start its assault. Nate’s mouth trailed kisses from her neck down to her breasts.

Callie gasped as she felt Zane begin. It wasn’t his cock seeking entry. His mouth covered her pussy. The feather-light touch had her shaking. It was an exquisite sensation and not one she had been expecting.