Julia frowned at the file on her desk and walked out into the main office to find Dave. She waited while he served a customer and checked the rest of her staff as she pondered the night ahead.

“What’s up boss lady?”

Dave’s cheery greeting made her smile. She held out the file. “Do you know why Mr. Glynn turned down Luke Warner’s account application?”

Dave blinked at her. “He did?”

“Don’t you look at the files he asks you to sort out?”

“Not really. I’m usually too busy getting away from his boring lectures to care.”

Julia frowned down at the file. “There’s no reason why this application was denied. Mr. Warner even put cash into his account straight away.” She glanced up at Dave. “If Mr. Warner comes in, just treat him like any other customer, and give him his money. I’ll sort this out with Mr. Glynn myself.”

“If he’s ever here.” Dave smiled and strolled back toward the counter where another customer awaited him.

“He’ll be here on Monday. It’s the last day of the month. He has to be here.”

Julia nodded at Dave and at the customer, and headed back to her office, Luke’s file in her hands. She really had no idea why Mr. Glynn had denied the application. It was most unlike him to bother with such a minor detail as an account. She put the file back in her inbox and concentrated on finishing her tasks for the end of the week.

Fridays were always busy at the bank because of people depositing their paychecks. She was always surprised by the number of people who still didn’t trust the automatic check deposit system on the ATM outside and insisted on joining the long line inside the bank and handing the check to a teller. She wiggled her toes in her high-heeled sandals. She’d probably have to help out if things got busy and suddenly regretted her choice of shoes.

She’d seen nothing of Luke or Paul since their last sexual encounter in the old store. Julia licked her lips as she remembered how it had felt to have them both bringing her to a climax, to have both their cocks to suck, to simply have them both. She sighed and tried to concentrate on the stream of financial data on her screen.

Tonight she was seeing them again and she couldn’t wait. What would Luke be like in bed now that he’d matured? Paul had certainly proved to be extraordinary, but part of her was dying to find out about Luke. Despite the fact that she considered herself a kick-ass kind of woman, it had been strangely liberating to kneel before the two guys and let them tell her what to do, to let go of having to be the adult, responsible one, to just enjoy.

She’d struggled so hard to succeed in the workplace that sometimes she felt like she needed Paul to dominate her in bed just to feel like a real woman. She smiled to herself. God help her if her more militant female friends heard her admit that. Maybe she’d be kicked out of the girls club, but that was how she was made. She liked the power of being the woman who turned two such beautiful guys on. She liked it a lot.

Before she left for the weekend, she remembered to type an e-mail to Mr. Glynn asking about Luke’s checking account application and that she’d discuss it with him on Monday. She shut down her laptop and grinned like a silly kid. That was, if she managed to crawl into work on Monday, after what she hoped would be the most spectacular weekend of her life.

Paul parked his truck behind Julia’s beat-up Honda, got out and sniffed the air appreciatively. She was cooking something good. He could smell it from here. The evening promised to be interesting in many ways, not only would he get to see Julia naked, but Luke as well. Paul settled his Stetson on his head and strolled up to the back gate.

“Hey.”

The soft scrunch of bicycle tires behind him made him pause. He looked round and saw Luke dismounting from a bicycle that looked as if it had seen better days. He raised his eyebrows.

“That’s your idea of a hot ride?”

Luke grinned at him, his hazel eyes glinting as he faced Paul and the setting sun. “Yeah, the ladies love me. I’m so environmentally friendly.”

“And so not getting any.” Paul gestured at his truck. “What you want is a Ford 450. You can fit a king-size bed in the back and still have room for a couch.”

“I’m sure you can.” Luke propped the bike up against the back fence. “But you’re still a gas guzzler.”

Paul shrugged and opened the back gate. “But at least I’ll go to hell with a big, satisfied smile on my face.” Luke brushed past him and Paul closed the gate. “How did it go with Ramon today?”

“Jeez, that guy is awesome. He got the ceiling fixed, the shelves sanded back down and usable. On Monday we’re going to check out the lighting and the plumbing. I’m hoping to create an apartment out of the old stockrooms in the back, but Ramon thinks I’ll need a contractor for that.”

“You probably will, but I know a couple of guys who would do a good job at a reasonable price.”

Luke glanced sideways at him. “That doesn’t mean you get to pay half the bill, though. You’ll tell me the truth about what it’s going to cost.”

“Sure.” Paul wasn’t going to lie to Luke’s face. He’d get the bids and then decide how much he could get away with by editing the truth.

“Didn’t Julia tell you I owned a business in San Jose?”

“Yeah, she also told me you sold it.” Paul opened the back door to Julia’s condo. “I’m not interested in your money situation, Luke, that’s your business, but if I can help out a friend, I’m going to do it regardless.” He faced Luke. “You had a shitty start in life and I didn’t. You’re a good man, Luke.”

Luke stared at him and his smile died. Paul couldn’t look away. He had the strangest sensation that Luke was going to kiss him. He remembered the way their mouths had tangled over Julia’s pussy; how it felt to slide his tongue over Luke’s and feel his response. Paul cleared his throat. “Yeah, well.”

“Is that you, guys?” Julia’s voice broke the spell and Luke turned away.

“Yeah, it’s us.” Paul recovered his voice first, although he sounded a bit hoarse. What the hell was going on between him and Luke? Was he attracted to the guy? He’d never felt the slightest urge to kiss anyone apart from Julia, but when Luke looked at him like that…Christ.

Paul followed Luke into the kitchen and waited while he kissed Julia and then got his kiss as well. The succulent smell of garlic and red wine permeated the small space and the table was already set for three.

“This is nice, Julia.” Luke was looking around with great interest. After the basic comforts of the old drugstore, Paul reckoned Julia’s place must look like a palace.

“Thanks. Paul helped me fix it up and find some furniture.”

Luke met Paul’s gaze. “He likes helping out, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he does.”

Paul shrugged and wondered why he suddenly felt like the odd guy out. “Why wouldn’t I? I had it easy compared to you two.”

Julia came across and squeezed his arm. “I’m not complaining, Paul.” Her warm smile and the way she was petting his arm made his uncharacteristic flare of irritation die. “Do you want wine now, or with dinner?”

“I’ll have some now. How about you two?” Paul showed the bottle to Luke and Julia and ended up pouring three glasses of the jewel-colored brew. Luke took his glass and wandered through to the main living space, commenting as he went. Julia stirred something on the stove and shouted back answers to his questions.

“Can I help you with anything, honey?”

Julia shook her head. “Not really.” Luke’s voice faded as he moved on down the hall. “Only you might tell me what’s going on between you and Luke.”

Paul almost choked on his wine. “What do you mean?”

“You’re circling each other like two big cats.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Julia stalked over to him, the wooden spoon still in her hand. “Bullshit. Now, what’s up?”

He sighed and lowered his voice. “I’m not sure, I keep thinking about him.”

“Thinking about him what?”

Paul licked his lips. “Touching me…” He raised his head and stared into Julia’s startled gray eyes. “Yeah, I know, kill me now.”

She touched his cheek. “Well, something weird is going on. Why don’t you just sit down and talk to him about it?”

“Christ, we’re not girls.” Paul glanced around Julia and saw Luke was coming back. “We don’t discuss personal stuff like that, and we both know he came back for you.”

“We don’t know anything of the kind.”

A timer went off, and Julia huffed and turned back to the stove, leaving Paul to finish his wine and contemplate her lack of horror over what he’d just told her. He studied Luke, who had taken the chair opposite him. Maybe he was nuts and there was nothing going on after all. And maybe one of his cows really might jump over the moon.

Luke stretched out his legs and contemplated his empty plate and his full cup of coffee. Hell, he was just happy to be sitting in a real chair in a real apartment rather than roughing it in the drugstore. He and Ramon had accomplished a lot over the past two days, but it would be awhile before it was how he wanted it. Still, he felt a great deal of personal satisfaction at getting his hands dirty again and of waking up still aching from all the physical labor.

Okay, so his last job had some merits, but it had detached him both emotionally and physically from his roots. He’d been brain-fried, dead, done for. Coming back to Gulch Town had made him realize that even more clearly. He glanced at Paul and Julia, who were loading the dishwasher. Finding his two best buddies again was working out even better than he’d expected. Julia seemed totally happy to share herself with him and Paul.

But Paul was uneasy. Was he worried now that Julia had rediscovered Luke she’d no longer want him? Did he think that Luke was going to make it a “have me or have him” kind of choice? It wasn’t as simple as that. Perhaps it was time to show Paul that there was more than one way to have a happy ending.

He bided his time, waited for Julia to sit down on the couch, for Paul to relax and share another glass of wine. Holding Julia’s gaze, he slowly unbuttoned his only decent shirt and pulled it free of his jeans. He slid off the chair and crawled across to kneel in front of Julia and Paul.

“I think it’s my turn to touch you.” He kissed Julia’s knee. “If that’s okay.”

Julia put down her coffee cup and looked down at him. “It’s okay with me—Paul?”

“Sure.”

Luke smiled as he slid his hands up the sides of Julia’s legs until her reached the tops of her thighs and flipped up her short black skirt. She was naked underneath, and he could already smell her arousal.

“That’s nice, Julia. Open your legs so that I can see you better.”

He nuzzled her clit with his nose and breathed her in. So fucking fine, so ready for his mouth and fingers. Beside her, Paul stirred, and placed his big hand on Julia’s naked inner thigh. It didn’t worry Luke if Paul joined in; he’d be involved enough sooner or later.

Luke angled his body so that Paul could see everything he was doing to Julia, deliberately made it slow so that his buddy wouldn’t miss a single excruciating detail. Paul’s cock was already straining against his jeans.

Luke added another finger to Julia’s tight pussy and took a long, salacious lick from her clit to her ass, watched Paul’s hand tighten on her thigh.

“Undo your jeans, Paul. You look like you’re in pain.”

One-handed, Paul did was he was told and groaned with relief. Without asking permission, Luke shifted across and took as much of Paul’s cock into his mouth as he could. He kept his fingers buried in Julia’s pussy and worked them both to the same rhythm.

He kept expecting Paul to grab him by the hair and throw him against the wall, but nothing happened, except that Paul started to move with him, thrusting his hips forward, stuffing as much of his cock into Luke’s mouth as Luke allowed him to. And God, Luke was happy to take it, to feel that thick, wet shaft at the back of his throat, to suck on him so hard Paul started to grunt with every thrust.

Luke closed his eyes and concentrated on the moment, tried to bring them both to orgasm, tried to forget the agony of his own cock trapped inside his jeans. But he couldn’t quite do that. He slowly released Paul’s cock and looked up. Paul’s blue eyes glittered with lust.

“We can make this even better.”

Paul swallowed hard. “How?”

“We get down on the rug and we finger-fuck Julia, and we suck each other’s cocks.” Luke held Paul’s gaze. “Do you want to do that?”

“God…” Paul said, his gaze flicking between Luke and Julia. “I’ve never…”

Julia touched his cheek. “I don’t mind, if that’s what’s bothering you.” Her smile was hot. “And I’d quite like to watch.”

Luke held his breath as Paul considered. The taste of the other man’s pre-cum still on his lips, the scent of him, the pure essence of him, burned deep into Luke’s very soul.

“Okay, yeah…”

Luke helped Julia onto the thick suede-fringed rug and Paul followed her down. “Let me and Paul get into position first and then you can kneel over us.” Luke tried to sound businesslike, which was crazy when his heart was pounding so hard he could barely speak.

He curved his body around, until his head was opposite Paul’s already straining cock and saw Paul replicate his movements in reverse. “Now, Paul.” It was the last thing he was able to say before he opened his mouth and took Paul’s cock deep, shuddered as he felt Paul do the same to him. God, the rough, inexperienced pull of Paul’s mouth over his shaft made him so overexcited he hummed his approval against Paul’s cock and sucked him hard and fast.

Despite the pleasure, he remembered to walk his fingers up Julia’s leg and find her pussy, stuff his fingers inside her to the same rhythm he sucked Paul’s cock. Paul’s fingers joined him, both of them soon meshed together with the thick cream pouring from Julia’s pussy as they finger-fucked her.

Paul came at the same time as Julia, his muffled shout and her scream sent Luke over the edge. It gave him the ultimate satisfaction of feeling Paul’s cum pump down his throat and know that Paul was swallowing his, too. When Paul released his cock, Luke rolled onto his back, panting. Julia leaned against him, her whole body trembling.

“Can we go to bed, now? And can one of you make love to me? I’m so ready for you both, I’m almost ashamed of myself.”

Luke touched her knee. “As soon as I can get off this floor and get hard again, I’m all yours.” He hesitated and dared to look at Paul. “How about you, man?”

Paul looked dazed and he constantly licked his lips as if savoring the taste of Luke’s cum. Luke’s cock immediately jerked to attention. “Yeah, I’m all yours, honey.”

Luke helped Julia up and Paul led the way to the bedroom at the back of the condo. The cream blinds and drapes were already drawn, and soft lamplight illuminated the king-size bed. Paul stripped off his shirt and pushed down his jeans and Luke just had to stare at him. There wasn’t an inch of fat on Paul’s big, hard body. He had the six-pack abs and toned physique of a guy who worked out in the gym all week.

Paul glanced at him as he helped Julia unhook her bra. “Aren’t you getting naked, Luke?”

“Yeah…sorry.” Luke stripped, aware that both Julia and Paul were watching him intently. His cock stiffened and straightened. By the time he climbed on the bed, he was ready to fuck again.

Julia couldn’t help but stare at the long, elegant lines of Luke’s body as they emerged from his clothing. He wasn’t as buff as Paul, but he had a beauty all his own. She glanced at Paul and realized he was equally fascinated by Luke’s nakedness. She lay back on the pillows and simply looked at the men who were waiting for her to choose which one she would fuck first. What a lovely, wickedly sexy choice.

She beckoned to Luke. “You first, I think, seeing as it’s been awhile.”

Luke crawled toward her, one hand wrapped around his cock. He looked around distractedly. “I had some condoms in my jeans pocket…I’ll—”

Julia touched his knee. “I’ve got some in the bedside cabinet. Can you get one, Paul?”

Paul reached across her and found the condom box, shook one out, and handed it to Luke. Luke opened the foil and worked the condom down over his long cock.

“Thanks.” He smoothed his fingers over the latex, “I’m totally clean by the way, and I’ve always been careful.”

“And I’m on the pill, so we should be fine.” Julia held out her arms to Luke. “Come here, please?”

He lunged for her, his cock pressed against her belly as he drew her into a deep kiss. He rocked his hips and she rose to meet him, brought her feet up closer to her ass to get the angle just right for him to slip inside her.

“God.” He gasped as she managed to get the first couple of inches in. “That’s…” Now she was the one crying out as he pushed himself deeper and deeper with each urgent thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his pumping ass and held on tight. He felt so fine, she climaxed fast, but it didn’t stop him, he just kept on thrusting into her.

She managed to turn her head to the side, saw Paul watching them and reached out one hand for his cock. He was so slippery and wet she had to grip him hard to keep hold of him. He moved closer, his knee bumping up against her shoulder. Luke looked up and held himself still over her.

“Do you like watching me fuck her, Paul? I can’t wait to see you fuck her again. Maybe she’ll let us both inside her before we’re done.” Luke groaned. “Imagine that, buddy, both of us in her pussy and her ass.”

Luke grabbed Paul’s hand and placed it on his back. “Touch me while I fuck her, Paul. Touch us both.” He started to move again, grinding himself against Julia until she kept coming and couldn’t stop writhing and moaning beneath him. Paul’s hand squeezed her breast, her ass, her knee, his rough fondling only adding to her excitement, to the pleasure of having both men in her bed again.

Luke’s movements became jerky, his breathing shallow as he froze over her. “God…” His cock jerked inside her and she felt his release, held him close while he shuddered and then went heavy on top of her. She lay still, aware of Paul beside her, of Luke’s hand tangled in her hair. Was it wrong to feel so complete with both of them? Was it possible to want two men at the same time, to need two men to satisfy all her desires? All she knew was that, with these two men, it had always been like that for her. She’d always wanted them both.

A little while later, Paul’s fingers trailed down to Julia’s pussy and he stroked her clit. “You ready for more yet, honey? Cuz I’m more than willing to help out.”

Julia’s chuckle warmed him, made him feel obliged to slide his fingers farther down to push into her thick wetness and her channel. “You want my cock?”

She pulled his face down over hers for a kiss. “Always.”

He was ready for her. He always was. He moved between her legs and sat back on his knees, spread her legs wide, exposing her to his and Luke’s gaze. He heard the sudden intake of Luke’s breath, the feel of Luke’s hand on his ankle and drew Julia’s ankles up over his shoulders.

He slowly entered her, held her hips right where he wanted them, and allowed her no room to do anything but take his cock just the way he wanted her to. He grimaced as he leaned over her and let some of his weight press onto her mound.

“Ah…that’s so deep.” Julia tried to angle away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go, trapped as she was between his hands and his cock buried deep inside her. He slowly withdrew until only a half inch of cock was inside her and then drove back in hard. Was Luke watching him? God, he hoped so. He was aware at some level that he was performing for Luke, too, showing the other man exactly what he could do with his big cock.

He slowly pulled out again and bent his head to lick Julia’s clit. She moaned and writhed against him as he rubbed his chin against her most sensitive skin, felt the tremors of a climax shiver through her. Luke’s hand slid up his leg and caressed his butt cheek, adding to the build-up of tension, of need, of desire to show them both how he felt about them.

He slid his cock home again, shuddered as Julia came around him, held still and deep even as he felt Luke’s fingers probe between his ass cheeks. Julia’s brown hair was loose and tangled on the pillows, her gray eyes were wide, her skin flushed.

Luke leaned into him. “May I?”

Paul didn’t answer him, he couldn’t. He wasn’t quite sure what Luke intended, but he’d already decided he wasn’t going to stop him. The faint scent of lube filled his nostrils, the lube he and Julia kept by the bed for the times when he fucked her ass. She loved him doing it, but he was big and the lube certainly made it easier for him to get inside her.

Paul held still as Luke’s slick finger circled his ass and slid inside him. He closed his eyes at the unfamiliar sensation and started to fuck Julia, knew that if he even thought about what Luke was doing to him, he’d probably come. The fucking took all his concentration. At this angle he was coming right down on her, each stoke carrying his weight and pounding into Julia’s clit.

She gripped his arms, her head thrown back as she writhed against the sheets. And, hell, there it was, the other amazing sensation of a finger in his ass, the sense that Luke had stroked something inside him that had just been waiting to be found and fucked.

Paul stopped thinking and just focused on the pleasure, forgot to be careful of Julia and just fucked her for all he was worth as new sensations engulfed him and brought him to a sexual climax he had never reached before. His cum flooded out of him, took forever, drowned Julia’s pussy and still kept coming.

When he raised his head he was shaking so hard he could barely get off Julia. Without saying a thing, he climbed off the bed, picked up his clothes and headed for the kitchen, his cock and ass still throbbing with excitement, his brain flooded with conflicting emotions.

“Paul?”

Julia called his name but it didn’t stop him pulling on his boots and jeans and walking out. He took a deep shuddering breath as he settled himself into his truck. What the hell was going on with him? He’d been worried that Luke had come back for Julia, and now he was more concerned as to what exactly Luke wanted from him. He started the truck and slowly drove down the street.

And, hell, that wasn’t right either. He had no way of knowing exactly what Luke wanted. Paul stared bleakly into the peaceful night sky. What he did know was what he wanted, and the whole notion of that scared him to death.

When she heard the kitchen door open, Julia scrambled to the side of the bed and called Paul’s name again. There was no answer except the slamming of the door and the start up of the truck engine. Julia stared down at Luke who was watching her with great care.

“What the hell happened?”

“I reckon he scared himself.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s a big, tough cowboy with a high sex drive.” Luke shrugged. “You work it out.”

Julia narrowed her eyes at Luke. “What did you do to him?”

“I finger-fucked his ass while he was fucking you.”

“What else?”

“Nothing else.”

“But he seemed to like it, didn’t he?”

Luke’s slow smile was like warm taffy. “Yeah, I think he did.”

“And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

“I reckon so.”

Julia shivered and pulled back the bedcovers. Settled herself and Luke underneath them. “What are we going to do?”

Luke put his arm around her shoulders and held her close. “Wait for him to come back?”

“You think he’ll do that?”

“Not tonight.” Luke kissed the top of her head. “But when I worked out what I wanted, I came back. Now how about we get some sleep here?”

Julia tried to close her eyes, but images of Paul and Luke filled her head. Perhaps she’d gotten it wrong all along. Perhaps Luke hadn’t come back for her after all, but for Paul.