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the thin cotton, and there was no way they could miss the outline of my areolas, much less their spiked tips.
    When I lowered my arms I glanced left then right. Logan’s mouth was crimped again, and his gaze was boring into mine.
    Matt’s expression was impossible to read. “We better head out, Logan.”
    “Yeah.” Only Logan didn’t immediately move. “You going to be okay?” he asked, his voice softening to a lovely, deep rumble.
    “I’ll be fine,” I whispered. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
    “Anytime.”
    The cushions lifted on my other side, and I glanced slowly up Matt’s body. My breath caught as I stared at the thick ridge riding the inside of one thigh. Was I making him hard?
    Matt cussed softly under his breath.
    Logan chuckled and paused to give me a brotherly hug before rising and heading to the door.
    Alone, I stood beside my stepbrother. His gaze was roaming my face, his heavy brow was furrowed. “You got this handled?” he asked, his voice sounding slightly raspy.
    “I’m getting there,” I said, then rose on tiptoe and aimed a kiss at his cheek, which he leaned down to receive. At the last moment, I changed direction and kissed his mouth.
    He held still, and then his lips returned the pressure for about a second before he gripped my waist and set me away. Without speaking a word, he strode quickly toward the front door.
    *
    The next day, I arrived home early from work to find “the boys” in the kitchen. They were both on their knees and reaching under my sink, a package of steel wool open on the floor between them.
    I liked the view so much I leaned against the doorframe to look my fill. They made a lovely pair. Matt’s appearance was more rugged—a square jaw, blunt nose, dark green eyes, and thick, brown hair with a hint of curl. While Logan could have been a handsome underwear model, if male models looked smart and had wicked gleams in their blue eyes. His dark blond hair had a cowlick in front which made him even more adorable.
    Both men were in great shape, something my body appreciated. Heat swept over my cheeks. My breasts began to tingle. Both stood over six feet tall with broad shoulders and slim hips—and nice tight asses. Both were wearing form-fitting jeans and tees. If either of them were mine, I’d walk right over and slide a hand between their legs to cup their dicks. Wouldn’t they be shocked if I did it now?
    Grinning, I gave a low whistle.
    Matt jerked and bumped his head against the top of the cupboard.
    Logan pulled out and gave me sexy look—one eyebrow hiked and a half-smile curving his mouth. “Jen, you’re home early.”
    I stepped deeper into the kitchen as Matt turned and sat on the floor, watching me with a dark-eyed glare.
    “You get fired already?”
    “Of course not. My boss loves me. He gave the rest of the afternoon off seeing as how I’ve been working so hard lately.” So maybe I slapped the sultry on just a little thick, but now I knew Matt was wondering just what sort of service I’d been providing my handsome employer. Never mind he was gay. Matt didn’t need to know. And I loved the way his jaw sawed tight.
    I sauntered inside and headed to the refrigerator. Flipping back my long hair, I bent to reach for a beer in the back of the bottom shelf, knowing my short, slim skirt rose, and since they were on the floor, now they both knew I was wearing pink panties.
    I straightened, popped the top and took a deep swig. “You catch that mouse?” I asked, giving them an innocent look.
    By their narrow-eyed frowns, it didn’t look as though either of them was buying the act.
    My face flamed. “Guess I’ll go get a shower.”
    Matt turned to Logan. “I wasn’t just imagining it.”
    Logan shook his head. “No, she’s been hitting on both of us, bro.”
    Their gazes turned slowly, and I backed up, bumping against the doorframe. “Hitting on you? Seriously?” I opened my mouth to make more denials, but they were