Meg Trainor ran up the stairs of the library, the cell phone to her ear. Her oversized red bag bounced against her back, just as painfully as the conversation she was having.

"Lisa, I'm late!” She was late, but no one would notice. It was Christmas Eve. Who wanted to spend their day at the library when they could be spending it with their family? “I can't discuss this right now. Yes I'll be there. No, I won't consider sleeping with Kenny.” Without waiting for a response from her best friend, she closed the phone depositing it in her bag.

She wanted to bail on this party with each passing moment. Right about now hiding out at the library sounded more appealing than being at Lisa's party and dealing with her cousin Kenny.

Being the only person on staff who didn't have family to spend the holidays with, Meg had agreed to open the library, just in case someone like herself felt lonely and wanted to find refugee in a good book.

She'd lost her parents a few years ago to old age. Meg was definitely an “accident” by all definitions of the word. Her parents never planned on having children, so it was a shock when her mother learned at forty-seven she was pregnant.

Growing up with older parents hadn't been easy for Meg. They'd lacked the energy for Meg to join any sports or after-school activities. From a young age, Meg had learned to bury herself in books. Finding solace in other people's worlds had led her to her current job as a librarian.

Lisa's determination to set her up with her cousin Kenny was grating on her nerves, leaving Meg wondering how she could beg out of the Christmas party. Fumbling with the key, Meg conjured memories of Kenny being skinny as a rail, with braces and freckles plastered all over his face. Even if it was an awkward teenage phase, she knew without a doubt Kenny wasn't for her. Lisa swore he looked much different now, but Meg wasn't ready to find out.

Swinging the door open, the smell of fresh cut pine tickled her nose. The scent reminded her she no longer had to have a fake tree in her life. Her parents had insisted real trees were a fire hazard. She challenged them every year—insisting all her friends had real ones. Friends like Lisa, who got to go into the woods and pick out a tree and chop it down.

As a child, Meg had watched in awe as Lisa's father cut down the tree with his ax and dragged it back to the truck. Braving the bitter cold, Lisa and Meg sat in the back of the truck with the tree. The Fowlers welcomed Meg into their home to celebrate the tree they all picked out. What magical times. They ate sugar cookies, drank hot cocoa and put all the ornaments on the tree. Meg would always cherish that feeling of belonging and the sense of a real family.

Flipping on the lights, Meg walked over to the book return counter. A small stack of books sat ready to be put back on their shelves. There was no hurry. She had all day. Depositing her bag on the chair, she turned up the thermostat. Once everything was situated, she put a few logs in the fireplace.

Today would be about her—reading to her heart's content and writing in her journal, the one place she kept all her deep dark desires. What would her parents think if they knew what she wrote about in her journal? Would they think their only daughter perverted because she fantasized about tall, dark men taking control of her, teasing her, bringing her orgasm after orgasm with an array of toys before plunging their hard cock into her? Ah yes, Meg dreamed of surrendering to a Dominant in the bedroom.

Meg scoured internet sites devoted to being the proper submissive and devoured every book she could find; she knew without a doubt it was a role she would cherish. She longed for a man to control her in the bedroom. She had no desire to be controlled in any other setting. Been there, done that.

David, her ex, had controlled everything she did—what she wore, who she spoke to and when they had sex. If Meg got out of line, he'd slap her around, claiming it was for her own good. After all, he knew best. At the time, Meg had believed him. David bruised not only her body but her self-esteem. When he left town with Kate Madigan, no one was more relieved than Meg. She wanted to warn Kate, but knew her warnings would fall on deaf ears. Kate would have to figure it out the hard way.

It took Meg three long years after he left to finally get her life back.

But she did.

People might ask how someone who was slapped around would want to be submissive in the bedroom and to that she would answer, “Its two different things.” There's enjoyable punishment and there's abuse. David was evil.

Free from David's control, Meg enjoyed nights out with the girls. Whether they were hanging out at Joe's Bar or going to a baseball game, Meg's time with the girls wasn't only important to her; it was a necessity. Her job gave her unlimited access to the fantasy world she craved.

Meg longed for a sexual relationship. Pleasing herself grew boring. She wanted spice in her life, but she didn't want or need Lisa's assistance in finding that person.

Grabbing the afghan from the back of the couch Meg covered her nylon-clad legs. Overdressed for work in a sexy red dress, she was dressed properly for the party she didn't want to attend. Normally, Meg loved going to Lisa's house. Now, because of Lisa's crazy notion to fix Meg up with her cousin Kenny, she dreaded the idea of attending the party.

The roaring fire felt good against her toes as she lounged out. The quiet of the library was a warm welcome from the hustle and bustle of the normal days. Distracted by the need to get out of the Christmas party, Meg couldn't write anything exciting in her journal today; instead she wrote about how much she was dreading this party.

A few hours later Meg found herself in a heated conversation with Lisa.

"No Lisa! I refuse to be set up with your cousin. I've told you a million times. I don't need to get laid. If I want sex, I can find someone on my own. I don't need a pathetic set-up.” Meg twirled the pen between her fingers, shaking her head as she listened to Lisa name all the reasons Kenny would be good for her.

"I'm sorry, I'll find a man on my own. I don't recall saying I needed to get laid."

A loud thump startled Meg. She whipped around to see the most devastatingly handsome man she ever feasted eyes upon. A large briefcase was standing next to him. He smiled as he bushed snow off his long wool coat.

"Umm, Lisa. I have to go. Something's come up.” Meg didn't bother waiting to hear what Lisa had to say. She closed the cell phone, plastered a smile on her face and walked towards this god-like creature. Extending a hand she said. “My name's Meg. How can I help you?” A million different ideas popped into her mind, like removing all his clothing and ravishing his body.

"Brad Griffin,” he said taking her hand.

The warmth tingling between her legs told her Brad was unlike anyone she'd ever met. Somehow, she knew Brad could rock her world.

His brilliant blue eyes danced playfully as he kissed her hand. Meg stood breathless as heat filled her body, blood rushing to her neck and face. She hated how her face gave her away anytime she got excited or nervous. She needed to fan herself right now or run into the bathroom to splash cold water over her face.

"Nice to meet you, Meg. I'm hoping you can help me.” Slipping his laptop bag free from his other shoulder, he shrugged himself from his coat and slung it over his arm.

She'd help him all right—right over to the couch removing that red tie from his crisp-pressed black shirt.

"Anything,” she breathed. She feared another touch from those hands and she'd be at his mercy.

"Do you have a copy machine I can use? My partner and I were on our way to the convention center over in Albany, New York for the annual toy show when our car broke down. In fact, he's over at Buddy's garage seeing if we can get it fixed right away.” He pointed back towards the door he just entered.

"Buddy's a good guy. I'm sure he'll do what he can.” Disappointment filled her as she realized he must be someone's husband and father. What man got into the toy business unless he was a father? Meg didn't see evidence of a ring on his left hand. Maybe he was just a big kid at heart. He didn't seem like someone in the toy business, but what did she know?

"I hate to impose but I really need copies of our products to hand out at the convention."

"No imposition. I'm not busy today, as you can see.” She gestured to the empty library. “Why don't you put your things over there on the table? There's a coat rack behind you. I'll go turn on the copier. It takes a few minutes to warm up.” Meg was dripping wet just thinking about Brad taking her and giving her the ride of her life.

"Don't any of these copiers work?” he asked. She could see the confusion on his face. Although they had many machines placed throughout the library they were more for smaller projects. From the sounds of it, Brad needed a lot more than those machines could handle. They had a bigger machine in the office that could tackle his needs.

"These copiers couldn't handle your needs.” Meg felt the heat in her cheeks start to reside as she decided she wasn't ready to tread into the father/husband territory. Nope, he was officially off-limits in her book. She wasn't against fatherhood; she was just a bit selfish at this point in her life. At twenty-eight she wanted a man who could devote all his time to her. Eventually, kids would be great but for now she wanted to explore herself and her deep dark desires.

"Be right back."

She slipped into the office and turned on the copier. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to cool down since Mr. Oh-so-sexy walked through the door.

"How many copies did you need?” she asked, walking back into the library.

She watched him riffling through his laptop bag. He retrieved a folder. “At least five hundred if you have the time."

"I have nowhere to go."

Technically that wasn't true, but Brad was a great excuse to bow out of Lisa's Christmas party. His car at Buddy's meant he'd be here for a bit. Maybe she would learn why this ringless man was in the toy business. Besides she couldn't leave him out in the cold while his car was being worked on? Buddy's wasn't a place to hang out. Here he could use one of the numerous tables and work or read if he enjoyed books. Meg resigned herself to the fact that she was going to help out this stranger on Christmas Eve.

"An attractive woman like you has no one to run home to on Christmas Eve?"

"I could ask the same of you."

"I don't see myself as an attractive woman,” he teased.

"Why are you traveling on Christmas Eve?” Mister funny man.

"Shane and I are traveling on business. We didn't have anything keeping us back home, so we decided to get a head start on the trip. Good thing too. It's snowing like crazy out there."

"Shane is over at Buddy's?” Ah, it was all crystal clear now. He wasn't a father or husband. There was no ring because he had a lover. They were partners, in business and in the bedroom.

"He should be here by now but the snow is building up out there. How much are you guys expecting?"

"Honestly I heard only a dusting. How much is out there?” Meg asked, walking towards the windows.

"Let's just say, you better have a change of shoes with you. Walking in those heels will be tough."

"Shit!” Meg couldn't believe how much snow had fallen in the few hours she'd been at work. She'd been so engrossed in reading she hadn't noticed that Granby was blanketed in snow though the weathermen could never accurately predict snowfall for the little Massachusetts town.

"Nope, these are my only shoes.” Arms outstretched she turned, smacking Brad. He stood dangerously close. He smelled good, musky.

"You look fine to me,” he whispered, holding her wrist to his chest.

This wasn't fair. Just her luck. Didn't they say if they were incredibly good looking they were usually gay or married? Well here was a prime example. Inches away, Brad Griffin caused her legs to tremble. She pulled away. Standing that close to him was too much for her to handle.

"So about those copies, I'll get them started for you. You can wait out here for your partner.” She emphasized the word partner, letting him know she understood.

"Are you sure? I can do it,” he offered.

"It's my job."

Brad handed her the folder. “Okay, thanks."

"Make yourself comfortable."

His hand reached out, sweeping down her arm. “You're a very sweet woman. I hope my request doesn't offend you in any way."

She looked at him quizzically. “Of course not. How will making copies offend me? It's my job."

Weirdo.

"It's just I ... never mind. Go ahead; I'll wait here for Shane."

Meg made her way to the back room, confused by Brad's remark. How in the world could he possibly offend her? He asked her to make copies of his products. They were toys, for God's sake.

Meg smiled to herself as she reached the copier. The cover read Turquoise Toys—an odd name. Opening the folder, Meg's mouth fell to the floor as she stared at the pictures in front of her.

Brad paced the library as Meg walked into the back room. What would she think when she seen his “toys?” Would she be intrigued? Maybe she would let him try a few out on her?

He couldn't believe his luck when he he'd walked in to see such a beauty standing there talking on the phone. From what he'd overheard, she was in need of getting laid. Watching her argue with the person on the other end, his cock responded by rising to the occasion. It sounded like she'd been lacking the pleasure of sex. Brad was up for the challenge. What man in his right mind wouldn't be?

With an array of products in his briefcase, he could picture those endless legs wrapped around his waist, his hard dick pounding into her, her auburn hair bouncing all over the place, those emerald eyes begging him to fuck her harder and harder. He was getting hard thinking about tying her up under the Christmas tree and giving her a shiny red ass with one of the paddles. When she was nice and wet he'd plunge into her, feeling the heat of her cheeks against his legs, maybe a ball gag in her mouth to top things off. Yes, he had enough sex toys and ideas to make Christmas Eve very interesting.

Shane was in for quite a surprise. When they decided the library was their best opportunity to get some work done, they imagined a gray-haired woman with a tight bun, granny glasses perched on the point of her nose. The kind of place where it would be quiet enough for them to set up their laptops, catch up on the day's events and possibly a weather report.

From the looks of things they weren't getting out of town today.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Meg would be waiting for them. They wouldn't be getting any real work done today, but somehow that didn't matter to Brad any more.

"Hey man. Looks like we may be stuck here for a few days,” Shane said, walking through the door and shaking off remnants of the snow that built up on his walk down the block.

"What's the issue?” Brad asked.

"Water pump. Buddy said he'll try to get one today, but with the storm raging he's very doubtful."

"Did he recommend a place to stay?"

"He said there's a bed and breakfast a few blocks away. He didn't sound like it was the greatest option, but considering we don't have much of a choice at this point...."

"I might have found a solution,” Brad said mysteriously.

"Really?"

"Remember our gray-haired librarian?"

"Please don't tell me you've got us hooked up with some sixty year old spinster."

"I wouldn't call Meg a spinster and she's no where close to sixty.” Brad laughed.

"So where is our friendly librarian?” Shane inquired.

"She's in back making copies of our flyer.” Brad's eyebrow rose, waiting for Shane to take the bait.

He let out a low whistle. “Man, what did she say when she saw that?"

"I don't know. She asked me to wait out here while she ran the copies. I'm waiting for her to return. Hopefully she hasn't run out the back door."

It was Shane's turn to laugh. “Somehow I can't picture a librarian interested in our stuff."

"I'm hoping you're wrong, because I just want to sink my cock into her."

"That hot, huh?"

"You'll get to see for yourself when she returns."

Meg couldn't believe her eyes. These were not the toys she had imagined. She thought he was talking about children's toys. These were not intended for children. These were adult toys in every sense of the word. There were floggers, paddles, butt plugs, ball gags, straps with dildos attached and handcuffs—all Turquoise, explaining the name. Meg wasn't naive about the BDSM world. When she realized her desire to submit she wanted to know the who, what, where and why. She read everything she could about the subject. She knew enough about it to understand.

She'd even bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she'd purchased when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn't something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm she'd slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never had dated a man who was actually part of that world.

Brad was gay so he wouldn't be offering. What a shame because she could see them having fun together!

Could he be carrying a bagful of goodies? Maybe Santa was going to be extra special to her this year. Please Santa I've been a good girl all year long. Please tell me you sent Brad with something extra special for my stocking this year.

Halfway though the job, Meg decided it was time to go back to her stranger. He'd been out there long enough. By now, he knew she was aware of his secret.

Turning she ran smack into his broad chest again. “We really need to stop meeting like this."

Clearing her throat, she took a step back only to come against the copier. “I was just coming out to see you."

He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. “How are you doing?” His voice dripped with desire.

"Fantastic. Your copies are just about done."

Damn she wished he'd step back. He was much too close. He turned her on.

"Are you sure?” He traced his finger along her cheek.

She gulped, her body overheating.

He bent closer, taking her lips. He kissed her slowly. She melted against him; her arms snaked around his neck. He touched her breast, causing a moan to escape her lips. His bulge brushed against her. He wanted her.

While he kissed her, his fingers unzipped the back of her dress then unsnapped her bra. He pushed the garments down around her waist, exposing her breasts.

His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until it puckered. God his mouth felt good. How long had it been since a man had his mouth on her? Too long. Lisa was right; she needed to get laid, but not by Kenny.

When Brad moved to the other breast she thought for sure she was going to crumble to the floor. Her hands gripped the edges of the copier to steady herself.

"I'm going to fuck you Meg, right now against this copier. Are you okay with that? Because if you aren't, say so now and I'll walk away."

"Yes,” she whispered.

Lifting her dress above her waist, Brad slid her nylons down until they bunched at her ankles. Lifting her foot he carefully removed her high heel along with the nylon. He repeated the same with the other foot. Still on his knees, he moved her thong aside, slipping a finger into her folds. “Someone's very wet."

Stealing a peek at her, he smiled approvingly. “Those pictures did this to you didn't they?"

Licking her bottom lip, she nodded.

"Someone's a naughty little girl."

Her head fell back as he swiped his tongue along her clit. Tiny explosions threatened to rupture through her. One more swipe and ... oh ... my ... God! Her knuckles grew white as she clutched the machine. She tried balancing herself as bursts of heat coursed through her body; her legs trembled as the orgasm tore through her. Brad held her hips as he sucked the nub between his lips. The intensity tossed her over the edge, taking her breath away.

"I've got you,” he whispered. Brad stood.

She needed his support after that incredible orgasm; his strong chest was comfortable as she leaned into him.

Oh, he had her all right. She was putty in his hands. If a swipe of his tongue was enough to make her lose her mind what would happen when he fucked her? Daring to find out, she slid her hand down to his bulge straining against the confines of his pants. She caressed him. Loosening his belt, the swishing sound against his pants was the only sound in the room as she freed the belt from the loops.

It was his turn to moan against her lips. “I want to fuck you, Meg!"

She reached for the button on his pants.

His hand stopped her before she made any more progress. “Turn around."

Meg turned. His hand leaned her body against the copier, while the other hand squeezed her butt cheeks. He was going to take her. The sound of foil ripping let her know he was prepared. Relief washed over her, she'd been so caught up in the moment she forgot about protection; her sensibility had gone right out the window.

The tip of his hardness nestled against her opening. She gasped at the enormity of his shaft. Spreading her legs further, she allowed him better access.

"Umm, you're so hot and slick, baby,” Brad murmured. With one nudge, he broke through her barrier and filled her to the brink.

"Yes, Brad!” she cried.

His arms circled her. His fingers grasping her nipples, he pinched.

"Ouch!"

"Relax, it only hurts momentarily.” Gently he massaged the nipple.

He was right. The pain subsided and a new feeling took over, a deep flaming need, sizzling straight to her pussy. Grinding her butt into him, she begged him to go deeper, harder.

Grabbing her hips, Brad obliged. He pumped into her faster; she felt another orgasm building as she heard his grunts getting louder. He was close. Arching her back she gave him better access. His balls slapping against her butt intensified the orgasm rampaging through her body. With a few quick thrusts, she cried out as he released his seed. After he emptied himself, he rested his weight against her.

"That was delicious,” Meg declared, half out of breath.

"Absolutely.” He gathered her in his arms. “We'd better hurry before Shane comes looking for us."

"He's here?” she asked panicked. Pushing out of Brad's arms she quickly put on her clothes. “Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's okay,” he assured, helping her adjust her dress. “I told him I wanted to check on you."

Meg retrieved the stack of copies on the printer. “Here, these are done!” She shoved them in his hands. “Go ahead of me. I need to straighten up a bit."

She detected the hurt in his eyes. Her tone was sharp, but she couldn't help it. How could she allow some stranger to fuck her in the library office? It was so unlike her. She didn't have casual sex with strangers and definitely not at work. To top it all off, she was having a grand old time while his partner was in the other room. “What if he heard us?"

Brad put the stack of papers down and gathered her in his arms. “Meg, it's okay. Shane won't say a word even if there's a slight chance he heard us. He respects my privacy."

Kissing the tip of her nose. “You have to trust me."

"Okay,” she relented, not completely at ease. She wanted to trust him. He seemed sincere. Hopefully his friend would respect her privacy.

Disposing of the condom, Meg watched as he tucked himself back together. She bent and retrieved his belt from the floor where she deposited it.

"Thanks.” Instead of putting it, on he draped it around his shoulders. “I'll take these to Shane. Get yourself composed. It'll be fine.” He bent and kissed her one more time. “I don't regret what just happened. I hope you don't either."

Meg melted. She didn't regret what happened. She just regretted Shane was a room away.

"I don't.” She smiled weakly. “Go see Shane. I'll be out in a few."

Meg made her way to the bathroom after Brad left. She splashed cold water on her crimson cheeks, trying to rid herself of the evidence. Had she ever had a spontaneous quickie? When was the last time a man had run his tongue over her clit a mere two times and sent her skyrocketing into outer space like a Fourth of July firework? Never. Brad Griffin was a man worth getting to know better. Santa was certainly in a giving mood this year. If Brad had a bag of goodies to share with her—that would be the star on top of the tree. Meg moved Brad to the top of her wish list this year. She wanted more of what he was offering.

Time to make an appearance.

How would she act like nothing happened in the back room? She couldn't conceal the evidence—her face wore a freshly fucked look. Shane would take one look at her and know exactly what happened. Too bad Shane was here; she wanted to go another round or two. She was wet before but now her panties were drenched!

They set up their laptops on one of the larger tables. Brad sat while Shane stood behind him, pointing over his shoulder to something on the screen. Meg's jaw dropped when she saw Shane. Twins!

Today was her lucky day! Two delicious identical twins trapped in her library! Shane's hair was longer than Brad's, tied back with a leather string. He was dressed in jeans and a tight fitting tee. He looked like he'd seen a lot of sun, although winter had approached Massachusetts early this year. But there was no denying those bedroom eyes.

Shane noticed her first. “My god, Brad. She's more beautiful than you described. She's absolutely stunning.” He extended his hand. “Shane Griffin, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's mine.” She offered her hand. Shane's hand wasn't silky soft like Brad's. His were rough with calluses, like he worked hard with his hands. “So you're in business with Brad?"

"I am, but I also own my own landscaping company. Turquoise Toys is our heart and soul."

That explained the dark tan and rough hands. This second erotic stranger put Fabio to shame. His warm eyes sparkled when he smiled.

"How'd you make out at Buddy's?"

"We need a water pump. He's trying to get one today, but with the weather he doubted it. Probably not until Monday."

Today was only Saturday. “What will you do? Brad said you needed to be in Albany, New York by Monday."

"We'll get there. It's only a few hours away. We can rent a car if we have to. Buddy recommended the bed and breakfast down the street so we have a place to stay."

Meg shook her head. “Sorry, there's no room at the inn. Most of my friend Lisa's family came from out of town and they occupy the bed and breakfast. Not many people visit Granby.” Before today it was never an issue. Now what would they do? Meg could think of a few ways to pass the time.

"Now what?” Shane asked Brad.

"There's got to be another place where we can stay.” He looked to Meg for answers.

"Not in walking distance. If this storm gets any worse that won't matter.” She glanced at her watch; she was due to close the library in an hour, but what about the men? She couldn't leave them out on the street in this weather. She could bring them to Lisa's. Nah! Lisa would welcome them with open arms, but Meg didn't want to see Kenny. They could walk to her apartment.

"Did anyone come while I was in back?” she asked absently. After all, she was working, checking out and returning books was her job.

"Someone came in back, but not in front,” Shane teased. “You forgot to zip your dress."

In her hurry to get dressed, she had forgotten the zipper.

"Let me call the Inn just to be certain there aren't any extra rooms.” She went behind the counter looking for the phone, trying to avoid the awkwardness. So much for Shane respecting their privacy. She picked up the phone; it was dead. “I guess we won't be using this,” she said holding up the receiver for the guys.

"Phone's out?” Brad asked, coming up behind her.

He zipped her up and kissed her neck. “Sorry."

"Dead! I'll try my cell phone.” Meg walked over to the couch where she had thrown her phone after Brad had startled her. Her journal had been moved. When Lisa called, Meg had laid the journal open over the top of the couch. Now it was resting closed near her afghan. Someone had read her journal! Had Shane been there long enough to read her deepest darkest secrets? Meg stole a glance at them, but they were engrossed in their laptops. The wireless was still working, that would give them something to do.

Meg dialed the Inn only to confirm what she already knew.

Booked.

It looked like the three of them were spending Christmas Eve together. As she watched them, she wondered what it would be like to have them both inside her. Two men filling her completely.

"Brad I have to confess something. While you were in back I glanced at her journal."

"You what?” Brad demanded under his breath, his chest constricting against his shirt. How would he explain this to Meg after he just reassured her that Shane respected boundaries?

"I spotted it on the couch. I picked it up for moment and once I read what was on the pages I couldn't stop myself. She's looking for a Dom, man. She wants to be someone's sub. She's the one you've been looking for."

Brad contemplated Shane's words. Could Meg really desire the demands of a Dominant? Would she be willing to submit to his every demand? If so, she could be the one he'd been searching for but didn't think existed. Yes, he'd had his share of subs, but they weren't that perfect fit. He wanted a strong-headed woman, who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. In the bedroom, he wanted someone who would surrender to his demands. Was Meg that woman?

Brad studied her while she talked on the phone, her free hand moving a mile a minute along with her dialogue, just like when he stumbled upon her earlier. Could it really be possible? She was sexy as hell and she fit like a glove when he slid his hard shaft into her pussy. It felt right, maybe too right.

"Maybe Santa came early,” Shane said, breaking Brad's reverie.

"Maybe,” Brad said. There wasn't much to think about. The way she ground her lush ass into him, demanding more of his member drove him crazy. Could she handle the toys—mainly the spankings? The toys and games were a big part of his life; something he wasn't willing to give up. If she became his sub, she would have to enjoy the toys as well. The thought of filling her puckered pink hole with a butt plug and driving his hard shaft into her brought a fresh stirring in his pants. He wanted her again.

"Did her journal mention a boyfriend?” Brad inquired. He knew asking was wrong, but he wanted, no, needed to know if there was a significant other in her life.

"She doesn't talk about any guy in particular, only her dream guy—which I'm certain is you."

"How come when I tell you Taylor is the one for you, it's a whole different story?” Brad challenged.

"Hey leave Taylor out of it. She's going through a tough time...."

"Blah, blah, blah. I've heard this song before. She's ripe for the taking but I don't see you picking from that cherry tree."

"In time, brother dear ... in time."

Brad shook his head. He didn't like to goad his brother, but he didn't like having his balls busted either. If he was indeed the man for Meg, only time would tell.

When Meg flipped her phone shut, Brad decided it was time to find out what she was all about.

"I'm sorry about Shane's comment earlier,” he said approaching her. “He was out of line."

"Apology accepted. It was obvious what had happened in the back."

He could see her struggling with her feelings. Did she regret it already?

"Don't feel bad. What happened back there was incredible. In fact, I'd like to do it again.” He winked, as he opened his arms to offer her refuge.

She melted into his arms. “Brad, I'm not that kind of woman. I don't go screwing strange men on copy machines or anywhere for that matter!"

"Shhh! It's okay. I don't go around hitting on librarians either,” he teased. “I couldn't help myself with you. Has anyone ever told you you're one super-hot librarian?"

Her laugh was infectious. “No."

"When Buddy suggested the library to make copies Shane and I pictured an old granny type lady who'd faint at the sight of our flyer."

"I'll admit my jaw almost hit the floor. For a brief moment I thought you and Shane were lovers."

Brad laughed heartily. “We love each other, but I'm a ladies’ man and Shane is too. Do the toys offend you?” He had to know. If he wanted to explore any opportunities with her, he had to know her feelings.

"No. I find them intriguing."

He crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue parting her lips. She responded to his advances, relieving the tension building up in his shoulders. When he released her, he grinned like a big kid. “You don't know how happy that makes me."

"Why?"

"Because I thought they might scare you off. Some people tend to shy away from adult toys. Have you ever used any of the products on the flyer?” Silently, he prayed she'd say yes.

She shook her head. “The only thing I've used before are the vibrators. I guess I'm an amateur when it comes to all the other stuff."

"Would you like to experiment with some of them with me?” Shock registered on her face immediately. He'd gone too far. He'd pushed her over the edge, but there was no turning back, he couldn't retract the words.

"There are some I'd like to try."

The brief hesitation didn't go unnoticed. She wanted to experiment, but was afraid in some ways. He knew it was imperative he take his time with her, ease her into it.

The overhead lights went out leaving only the Christmas tree and fireplace illuminating the library.

"What happened to the lights?” she asked.

Brad watched as panic filled her emerald eyes.

"I turned out the lights,” Shane said from behind them.

"Isn't it romantic?” Brad asked pulling her into his arms. “Santa's sprinkling some of his magic down upon us."

Her breathing became labored against his chest. Was she afraid he would hurt her? Never in a million years would he do something against her will. This had to be mutual. There was no room for doubt. He'd give her a safe word just in case she became uncomfortable. A word to let everyone know the games were over.

His eyes scanned the library. The place was festive, fully decorated for Christmas. The tree was trimmed, tiny little colored lights sparkled. Presents lay underneath. It was a magical time of year. They would make the most of the holiday with what they had.

"We can go to my place if you want. It's only a few blocks away,” she said, distracting him.

Brad took her hand and walked over to the window. “It looks too dangerous to be trekking through the snow."

"I guess we'll stay here for the duration,” she agreed.

"You could lock up for the day. I don't think anyone will be returning any books today."

"I think you're right."

While Meg locked up, Brad approached Shane who was still engrossed in his work on the laptop.

"Not much work to do,” Shane said, pointing to his laptop.

"It's Christmas Eve, who wants to work? I'm ready to play, are you game?"

"Hell yeah! Is Meg?"

"She is with me. Now I need to find out if she can handle playing with both of us."

Though they'd shared a few women in the past, Brad wasn't completely comfortable with sharing Meg. Even though Shane was his brother, business partner and best friend, Brad felt greedy when it came to her. Meg was special.

Damn, where was this coming from? How had she gotten under his skin and into his heart so fast? It was crazy. He'd only known her for a few hours. There was no denying their strong connection.

Why had she lied to Brad when he asked about the toys? Why didn't she confess to spanking herself occasionally? Embarrassment? What had she gotten herself into? What about Shane? Would he join them? How did she feel about that? Two men lavishing her body with their tongues, hands and hard cocks was her biggest fantasy. So why the reservations? She was respectable. She didn't sleep with strangers. She certainly didn't act out her fantasies. That's why they were fantasies. Something to daydream about or write about in her journal, nothing more.

What would Lisa think if she knew her best friend was locking up the library to have sex with two men and play with all sorts of adult toys? What would Mr. Mills think if he were to find out she was using his library for sex?

Right at this moment it didn't matter. Mr. Mills was out of town celebrating the holidays with his family; Lisa was home with hers. Meg was spending the holiday with sexy, single and horny Brad. What could be better? She wouldn't let the little details of him being gone in a few days creep into her mind. No, she'd concentrate on the fact that he was here and he wanted her. She'd deal with his departure when the time came. Hopefully, time wouldn't pass too quickly.

Meg dreaded having to make the call to Lisa. She hated the idea of disappointing her friend, but Brad and Shane were worth it.

"Something's come up. I'm still at work,” Meg said, looking at her two devilishly handsome strangers.

Meg explained the situation, leaving out a few minor details.

"I'm not going to make the party ... yes I'm fine ... if you weren't married I'd invite you over,” she teased.

The call went easier than Meg expected. Though Lisa did invite them over, Meg politely declined. Lisa insisted on full details at the first available moment. Meg promised. She wished everyone a Merry Christmas then returned to her studly friends.

"Anyone in the mood for a glass of wine?” Meg asked. She'd brought the wine for Lisa's, but now that she wasn't going she'd share it with her two new friends.

"Sounds good,” Shane answered.

"Be right back.” Meg walked into the small kitchen, retrieved the bottle of wine from the refrigerator. Grabbing three paper cups left over from the holiday celebration they had yesterday she returned to the lobby.

"It's our finest china so please be careful,” she joked, pouring three glasses of the white wine.

"To a Merry Christmas!” Brad said, lifting his cup for a toast.

"To an evening of magic!” Shane countered.

"Merry Christmas!” Meg offered. There were many things she could toast to right now, like the fact her body was crying out for another orgasm. Or the fact that she didn't have to spend the day warding off unwanted passes from Kenny. She could cheer for their car breaking down and Buddy not being able to fix it. Yes, she had a lot to be thankful for. This Christmas was shaping up to be the best one yet.

They chatted for a while, getting to know one another better. Meg learned that Brad and Shane had a younger sister. She didn't approve of their business, nor did she understand why they wouldn't be around for the holidays.

"Have you ever been spanked, Meg?” Shane asked casually, as Meg sipped her wine.

Meg almost choked. “Can't say that I have."

"Have you ever given up complete control to someone?” he pushed.

Meg wasn't comfortable with his line of questioning, especially since she suspected he'd been reading her journal.

"Can't say I've done that either.” She looked to Brad for help, but could see he was enjoying the fact that Shane caused her to turn three shades of red again.

"How about sex with two men?” Brad asked.

This time she emptied the contents of her cup in one gulp before setting the cup on the table. With a question like that, she needed much more wine.

"We're not trying to make you uncomfortable. We're trying to figure out what you'll be comfortable with. We only want to find out your boundaries."

"Most of your toys are new to me. Like I said before the most I've experimented with is my trusty vibrator. I won't know my comfort zone until I become uncomfortable. As for sex with two men, I've never had the pleasure."

"Are you opposed to the idea?” Brad pressed.

"No."

"This is a holiday, we're all lonely. What better way to celebrate this special occasion then to love each other?” Brad said.

Meg wondered what message he was trying to convey. There was no doubt he was seeking her approval, but did she truly want to give herself fully to two men? Was she ready for what they had to offer? Brad was right; it was Christmas and it was a special time for sharing love. They were all alone on the one holiday no one likes to be alone.

"You're right. We should feel loved!"

Clapping his hands together Brad stood up. “Great! Let's have fun.” He turned to retrieve his bag from the floor behind him, but stopped. “Before we start I have a few more questions."

"Anything,” she said.

"You've never acted as a submissive to a Dom or experienced BDSM, correct?"

"Correct."

"You'll need a safe word."

"A safe word?"

"Yes, a word to use if you reach an uncomfortable zone. You say the word and we stop. We won't push you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. This is to be fun for all three of us. If someone isn't having fun, it stops."

"Okay. What will my safe word be?"

Brad had thought about this earlier and now he'd see what she thought. “How about mistletoe?"

"I like it!” Meg said excitedly.

"Then mistletoe it is. Remember if at any time you're unsure just say the word and we'll stop."

Meg nodded. Brad knew this was too much for her to absorb at once, but if she felt at ease with the safe word, the rest would fall into place. He wouldn't rush her. They had nowhere to be. The day was theirs to enjoy.

"Now what?” she asked sheepishly.

Brad smiled. “Sit tight and we'll guide you."

"From this point on, we want you to do whatever we say. There is no questioning us or you will be punished,” Shane said.

"What do you mean?"

"That just earned you your first punishment,” he said.

"Hold up, Shane. Explain to her what you mean first. You can't just throw that at her. This is all new to her.” Brad turned to Meg. “I'm going to let you slide this time, but from here on out, we will direct how the day will play out. We will tell you what to do and what not to do, if you disobey we will enforce any punishment we see fit, but if you're a good little girl the pleasure will be all yours.” Fear crept into her eyes. Brad pulled her into his arms.

"Meg, you don't have to do this,” he whispered. “I won't be angry if you don't want to engage in this."

"I want to. It's all new to me though. I've always wondered what it would be like to give up myself to someone. Now I get to live it."

He admired that sparkle in her eyes, the desire. Nodding approval, Brad took a step back. “Okay then, if you're ready your first step is to remove your clothing, except your heels. I want you to leave them on."

Like a doe caught in the headlights, Meg froze. “You want me to undress in front of both of you?"

"That's one!” Shane said.

Shaking his head Brad said. “Shane's right. I can't help you out this time. I warned you. Now you've earned your first punishment."

"I'm sorry."

"We'll go easy on you, don't worry,” Brad said, trying to reassure her.

"If it will make you feel better, I'll undress too,” Shane offered.

"That's a great idea,” Brad said. “Why don't you undress first, then Meg will follow your lead."

Brad lifted the heavy bag onto his lap to hide his raging hard-on. The thought of her walking around in only heels with pink cheeks had him ready to explode. Because she'd earned a punishment, Brad pulled out the little turquoise-colored wooden heart-shaped paddle. It was tiny but packed a sting. Meg would learn what it felt like to have hot cheeks and a freshly spanked ass. It was a sight he'd relish. He wondered: if she enjoyed being spanked would she be a naughty girl just to be spanked again? Would she be his brat?

His? What was he thinking? She wasn't his. This was one day of fun, a way to get through the holiday without loneliness. By Monday they'd be on the road, off to the convention for business as usual.

But wouldn't it be nice to her have all to himself?

Yes it would. Brad knew there was something special about this woman, something that pulled at his heart. Something he wasn't used to.

Putting the paddle on the table, he looked through the contents of the bag. He followed the paddle with another longer, flat paddle. One swat would cover both cheeks. Brad brought out some handcuffs, a blindfold, a butt plug and some lubricant. Before long, the table was covered with an assortment of toys.

Shane quickly shed his clothing. Brad chuckled. His brother wasn't shy.

Shane stepped closer to Meg. Reaching out a hand, he unzipped her dress. Jealousy reared its ugly head. He didn't want Shane having the pleasure of undressing her, he should be the one undressing her. Brad discarded the nearly empty bag on the floor, his feet matching his urgency to get to Meg.

"I'll help her with that,” Brad said, nudging Shane aside.

"She's all yours, dude."

Brad knew he'd hurt Shane's feelings, but he didn't care. Shane was protective of Taylor and that's the way Brad felt about Meg. He wanted the pleasure of removing all her clothing.

Her heart's pounding deafened her as his hands reached for the zipper. Brad eased it down, sliding the silky material over her shoulders. Goose bumps formed from the slight chill and excitement of what was to come. As his hand glided over her skin, she longed for him to touch her with his lips again. She didn't dare ask or question when that would happen. She'd already earned herself a punishment which could come at any given moment.

Fear nestled in her chest as she glimpsed the table. They were certainly prepared for a day of fun.

Turquoise was her new favorite color.

Brad freed her breasts from her bra for the second time today. Meg moaned when he finally put his lips to her rosy mound. This time when he pinched the other nipple, she was prepared for the pain. It only heightened the excitement building in her core.

She helped him slip the lacy bra to the floor.

"You finish,” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled her loop. Meg did as she was instructed.

The sound of her breathing was the only noise in the room, as she removed the rest of her clothing. The occasional crackling from the fireplace could easily be mistaken for her heart beating. Brad peppered her shoulders with tiny kisses. “Your skin is buttery soft,” he murmured. “It tastes so delicious."

Throwing her head back she granted him access to her neck. He ran his tongue the length to behind her ear. “Are you sure about this?"

Biting her lower lip she nodded. There was no turning back as far as she was concerned. Her body was ablaze and he was the water to extinguish the flames. Her body burned knowing Shane was watching her every move. She wondered what he was thinking as she stood there about to submit to these lovely creatures. It excited her. Her body craved this, giving her no other choice than to agree. She needed this more than she realized and she was prepared for whatever he had planned.

"Step carefully away from your clothes,” he demanded as her nylons and thongs joined her dress. “Slide your shoes back on, then I want you to walk over to the couch and bend over the back."

With butterflies in her stomach, Meg did as Brad instructed. She felt Shane close behind but didn't dare turn around. Once at the couch she bent her frame over the back, allowing her hands to hang loosely near the cushions and wondering what Brad had in store for her.

"Stand please,” Shane requested.

Meg stood, holding her breath.

"I'm going to cover your eyes. It will enhance your other senses,” Shane explained.

Frozen, Meg allowed him to blindfold her.

A finger traced down her spine, causing her to shiver.

"Bend over."

Following his command, she bent over the couch. He startled her when he touched her again, this time swiping the folds of her pussy.

"So wet."

She felt the tip of his hardness nestle against her butt. Was he going to take her? She wasn't ready for Shane to take her just yet. Her heart yearned for Brad. Wow, she couldn't believe she was thinking about her heart. Meg Trainor didn't give her heart to any man, especially a stranger. She chalked her reasons up to the holiday; they always made her sentimental.

"Ready for your punishment?” Shane asked, rubbing against her a little harder.

"Yes,” she said weakly. Would Shane administer the punishment? She wanted Brad to be the one. She didn't dare voice her opinion out loud.

She sensed one of them move away. Relief washed over her. Suddenly his hand came down sharply on her bottom.

"Ouch!” she cried, trying to rub her stinging butt.

"No talking!” Shane demanded, swatting her hand away.

Biting her lip, she forced herself to remain quiet. It wasn't easy.

She smelled him before she felt his thickness bulging against her.

"You remember your safe word right?” Brad asked.

Remembering the no talking rule, Meg nodded her head up and down.

"Please say it out loud so we're all clear what it is,” Brad coaxed in a sexy voice.

"Mistletoe,” Meg piped up.

"Good. Now remember to use it if it gets to be too much for you. Otherwise we'll assume all is fine. Are you ready, naughty girl?"

With trepidation Meg said, “Yes, I'm ready."

The first slap wasn't too bad. Shane's hand had hurt more. The second and third blows were a little harder but nothing unbearable, like after she'd used a paddle on herself. He planted a blow on each cheek, one after the other. After the fifth time, he stopped and caressed her burning buttocks. He bent and placed kisses on each mark. It felt good as the sting started to cool down.

"Your cheeks look so sweet with little pink hearts all over them. Feel it."

Meg touched the paddle. She could make out a squiggly handle with a heart at the top. It didn't feel like it could hurt, but Meg knew the more he continued paddling her the more it stung.

"It's called Love's Bite."

As he planted a soft kiss on her ear, his finger dipped into the moisture between her folds, moving in and out, spreading her juices all over her. As he touched her clit, she felt the orgasm building. He slid over it again. The intensity mounted. He was pushing her over the edge. Her legs quivered and she grabbed the couch cushion to steady herself for what she knew was going to be an explosive orgasm. She cried out as it tore through her, she pushed against his finger, needing it deeper inside here. The tidal waves rippled through her and she gasped for air as she rode the final mammoth wave, her pussy clenching onto him for dear life.

"Did someone come without asking permission?” Shane asked.

"I'm afraid Meg has been a very naughty girl already. And to think I just finished with her first punishment."

"I'm sorry,” she offered. She was far from sorry. That was the most mind boggling orgasm she'd ever experienced. Blood rushing to the tips of her nerve endings in her buttocks, to the core of her pussy as his finger drove home faster and faster, it was perfect.

"That didn't sound sincere to me. What do you think Brad?"

"I think she likes being a naughty girl. Do you like being punished like a naughty girl Meg? Is that why you came without permission?"

"I didn't know I needed permission. No one told me,” she said in her own defense. They hadn't told her, not that it would have made a difference. There was no holding that one back.

"She's right. We didn't tell her.” Shane defended her. “This time we let her go. But she did speak without permission. Maybe it's time to find something to keep her quiet.” What was he thinking? One of those ball gags she seen on the flyer? She didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Take the blindfold off her,” Shane said to Brad.

Shane knelt on the couch in front of Meg's bent body. His hard shaft glared at her, pre-cum begging for her to lick it off, releasing it from its straining desire. The sound of Brad shucking off his clothes was evident behind her. Meg dared to be brave and swiped a lick of the tip of Shane's head.

"Wow, little lady,” Shane jumped to his feet. “That's definitely not allowed without my permission."

"I thought...” she gave him an innocent look, licking her lips.

"You thought what?” Shane challenged.

"I thought you wanted me to taste you."

"I think someone really enjoys being punished,” Shane stated.

"Either that or she doesn't realize who's in control here. Maybe it's time to show her,” Brad suggested.

"Stand up,” Brad demanded.

Obediently, Meg stood, stretching; she watched the muscles in Brad's back flexing as he walked over to the table. The way his butt cheeks tightened was so sexy. He had a gorgeous body. She wanted to explore every inch of his body, taste every delicious inch of skin. Would he allow her the opportunity when all was said and done? When they finally had their car fixed and were able to resume their lives would Brad Griffin allow Meg the chance to examine his body closer or would he drive off into the horizon never to be seen again? She couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again. Meg shook away the thoughts. For now, she'd concentrate on the glory of the day and the gifts they were offering.

Brad meant business when he said he was going to show her who was in charge this time. The paddle he carried now looked like a glossy two by four with a small handle on the end, nothing like the cute little one he used earlier. She remembered; it was called the Turquoise Smacker in the flyer.

This time Meg knew she would find out what it felt like to be spanked. So why were her juices dripping down her leg? Because she was excited by the anticipation of what would come after the spanking. Judging from the hard-on Brad was sporting, he was too. If she was lucky, maybe she would taste him before the night was over.

Brad sat on the couch, his shaft standing at attention. “Come here,” he said patting his leg. “Time for your next spanking."

Biting her nails, Meg walked around the couch slowly. Her attempts to appear innocent were lost on him.

"Lie across my lap. If you accept your spanking without crying out this will be over quickly. Then Shane would love for you to wrap your lips around his cock. I know you'd like that naughty girl, wouldn't you?"

Meg nodded. She knew the terms and she wouldn't break them.

"Over my knee then.” He looked pointedly at her.

Meg obeyed, laying her body across his lap. He parted her legs.

"Wait!"

"What now?” Brad demanded.

"Let's up the experience for our naughty little girl."

"What did you have in mind?"

"You'll see."

Meg wasn't sure she'd like what he had in store, but didn't speak a word. After all she had her safe word if at anytime she felt uncomfortable—she'd just say ‘mistletoe'.

"Here ya go."

Meg couldn't see what Shane handed Brad.

"Have you ever had this filled?” Brad asked, pressing his finger against her tight pink hole. “Please speak your answer."

"No,” she said weakly.

"Are you willing to let me insert a butt plug?"

Meg contemplated his request—happy he'd asked first. This was something she was curious about, but feared the unknown.

"You may speak Meg.” Shane reminded her.

Yes, she knew she could speak, but she was weighing her options.

"I'm okay with it,” she blurted. What the hell? You only live once and she could stop them whenever she wanted.

"I'll go slow.” Brad's voice cooed. “This is only my finger."

His finger breaking through the tight barrier was strangely erotic, different from what she expected.

"Remember—you can use your safe word at any time,” Shane said.

Meg wasn't ready to use it yet. She wanted to explore these arousing feelings coursing through her veins.

Cool liquid dosed her, soothing her burning cheeks. Meg shivered as Brad spread the gel around her anus. “This is my finger. I want to get some gel inside."

Stirrings of an orgasm racked her body. She shuddered.

"No coming without permission."

Meg nodded, understanding.

"Okay, I'm going to gently insert the plug. You need to relax for me."

Meg relaxed as best she could. Her cheeks were spread open and then a tiny nudge broke through.

"I'm giving you permission to speak until the plug is fully inside you,” Brad said. “Are you okay?"

"Yes,” Meg said breathlessly. “I'm okay."

She was going to explode any second. The plug slid in further and Meg knew she was close to losing it.

"Are you still okay?"

"Yes,” she hissed. Just hurry up.

Answering her prayers, Brad finished inserting the plug. Suddenly her sphincter hummed to life. The tight hole vibrated; Meg was tossed over the edge, falling faster and deeper into the most amazing orgasm.

"Omigod!” she cried as the spasms hammered her body. Her body convulsed against Brad's legs.

"She came without permission again!” Meg detected the anger in Shane's voice.

"She did and there will be consequences. I want you to count each swat. When we get to ten it's over. Simple as that. The only sounds I want to hear coming from you are the numbers, got it?"

Meg nodded again. The wait was over before it began. Brad brought the wooden paddle down striking both cheeks at the same time.

"One,” she said, before being prompted. This paddle was heavier and walloped her. It was more of a burn than a sting. The jolt of the vibrator in her butt being ignited aroused Meg again. Shane was using dirty tricks to get her to climax without permission. She fought against the urge with everything she had. She couldn't afford to go beyond ten with this paddle.

Another blow landed squarely on her back side.

"Two, three, four.... “she called out with each whack he administered. Shane was relentless with the vibrator. He was going to push her over the edge at any second—suddenly he stopped. Relief washed over her. The sweet torture halted momentarily. Silently, she thanked him for not pushing her over the edge.

Finally they reached ten. She'd accepted her punishment without breaking any of the rules.

"What a good girl. I think you should be rewarded, don't you Shane?” Brad's soft hands massaged the heat.

"I think she's warmed up and ready for a little fun."

Brad dipped his finger into her folds. “She's more than ready, she's drenched. Someone likes to have her bottom spanked and her ass filled."

Who was she to disagree? There was something erotic about having her bottom heated. Shane helped Meg up while Brad rolled the condom over his penis. Meg moaned as Shane sparked the plug to life once again.

"Hop on,” Brad said pointing to his fully covered erection.

Meg straddled Brad's legs, her hands resting on his strong shoulders; she took him inside inch by glorious inch. Stopping halfway down, she lifted herself back up his shaft. His eyes shone displeasure, causing Meg to slide back down. A smile formed on his lips; he was happy. His eyes sparkled for her. She loved the fact she was teasing and torturing him this time. It felt liberating having power over him if even momentarily.

Rolling her hips, she watched as his stare became intent. He was ready to explode too. This revelation brought a smile to her face.

"You little vixen!” he said. Tightening his grip on her hips he slammed into her, consuming her. She didn't resist. She matched his pumping with equal pent-up need. The intensity of having both holes filled was unbelievable, making her want to know what it was like to have both Shane and Brad filling her.

Brad's leg muscles flexed as he slammed into her. The orgasm racked her body down to the tips of her pointy heels. She collapsed against him trying to catch her breath. Brad's breathing was labored. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms. Shane put a hand on her back and gently rubbed.

"Stay still for a moment. I'm going to remove the butt plug to give you some time to relax."

Meg enjoyed the back rub. A sense of loss overcame her when Shane removed the plug; it was like she was missing something, that's when it hit her.

"What about Shane?” Meg whispered to Brad. Shane had not found relief. Meg and Brad enjoyed release multiple times and Shane was left out.

Brad nodded, but he wasn't looking at her. The familiar sound of foil ripping directly behind her clued her in that Shane was about to have his fill. But how?

Shane's calloused hands on her sides eased her up, kneeling above Brad. The gentle prod against her pussy took her by surprise. He was going to fuck her. She didn't think she had it in her, but as he made his entry she felt a new wave of excitement running through her.

Brad's mouth found her nipple, his tongue circling it, bringing it to a hardened state. Brad's hand moved down to her clit. Shane moved in and out steadily, with a need for his own fulfillment. Brad massaged her nub. Hands on the back of the couch, Meg braced herself for the new orgasm building up ready to take control over her senses. Brad's finger increased its speed as Shane pumped harder, his grunts coming louder and louder. As he drained his seed into the condom, Brad continued sucking her nipple and rubbing her clit. It was all too much for her to handle.

"Come for us,” Brad whispered.

Her body defying her, she let out a scream and arched her back, accepting every inch of Shane.

The three collapsed in a loving embrace. Brad planting a kiss on her lips, Shane pushed aside her hair and covered her shoulder with tiny whispered kisses. Meg was a well-loved, satisfied woman at that moment. All her fantasies couldn't compare to the real thing. Having two men cherish her was something she'd treasure as long as she lived. Life just didn't get better!

As they nestled in front of the fire, picking at fruit, Brad contemplated the events of the day. Shane had braved the storm, only to find a closed sign on Buddy's door though he was kind enough to leave a note. The storm had forced him home, so their car wouldn't be fixed until Monday.

Meg offered her place for food and shelter. They declined, wanting the festiveness of the holiday spirit that the library provided. They had leftover food from the Christmas party the staff had the day before. They wouldn't to go hungry or freeze to death.

Freezing wasn't an issue with three warm bodies and enough toys to keep them steamed.

Brad couldn't believe his luck. Meg was perfect in every way. She hadn't shied away from anything they asked. Although her puckered anus was virgin when this day had started, she'd willingly accepted the butt plug he'd inserted. Not only accepted—she'd taken pleasure in it. Shane kept it vibrating long enough to relax her tense muscles. She'd be ready when they both fucked her. Meg Trainor would have all her fantasies come true if Brad had anything to say about it.

"It's funny how normal it seems lying around naked with two men feeding me,” Meg laughed, as Shane placed another piece of melon in her mouth.

"Eat up, you're going to need your energy,” Brad said, adding some pineapple. His shaft stiffened as she nibbled the pineapple. He imagined those luscious lips wrapped around him, sucking on his juices. This woman was driving him crazy. He couldn't get enough of her. Not only was she a sex goddess, she was smart, funny and someone who would make a perfect companion inside and outside of the bedroom. For a beginner, she slipped in and out of the submissive role without hesitation. It rattled him how much he felt for her.

"I can't believe it's almost Christmas,” Meg said.

The disappointment didn't go undetected to Brad. She was feeling melancholy. In some ways they all were. Three lost souls bound together by a broken down car, a holiday and a gnawing need to share it with someone.

On some level, they all felt sharing it with strangers was better than sharing it with family or friends. Brad and Shane felt more at ease with Meg than with their own family. She didn't judge. She didn't deem them unacceptable to society, some kind of freaks because they had a love for sexual variety. No, she brought them peace and serenity.

"Only another hour until it's official,” Shane reminded them.

Raising his wine glass, Brad made a toast. “To new friendships!"

"New friendships!” Shane and Meg said together.

"And amazing sex,” Shane added.

"To brighter future filled with lots of toys!” Meg joked.

"Hear, hear.” Brad would drink to that. He couldn't stop thinking about all the different toys he wanted to use on her or all the places he wanted to claim her body. Unable to handle the raging hard-on any longer Brad stood and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?” Meg asked.

He could see the concern in her eyes. “To get something.” He bent over and kissed her. “Patience angel, patience."

Meg watched in anticipation as Brad reached for the mistletoe. He sauntered over to her on the couch; his hard stiff cock looked inviting. Licking her lips, she wondered what he had in store for her next.

"Sit up straight,” he demanded.

Meg did as he asked, praying he would let her suck him. All day she had longed to taste him, was this finally when he would relent?

"Do you know what I want now, good little girl?"

"To please you?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Biting her lower lip, Meg shook her head.

"That will mean more punishment later. But first...” Placing the mistletoe over his smooth stiff member he said. “You know what to do when under the mistletoe, right? Without speaking, Meg nodded her head greedily. She knew what to do and couldn't wait to feel his hardness in her mouth.

"On your knees,” Brad whispered.

Meg knelt in front of Brad and slowly moved her mouth over him. Closing her eyes, she lingered with the tip of her tongue on his head. Lapping a few drops of pre-cum she felt his body stiffen. She could tell he liked the feel of her mouth on him. Cupping his balls, she kneaded them gently. A moan escaped his lips as she ran her tongue up and down the length of him.

"That's it. Oh yes, that feels so good,” he said threading his hands through her hair.

Meg teased him just below the head, her tongue moving in circular motions.

Brad suddenly pulled back, alarming Meg. Had she done something wrong?

"You little vixen. Where did you learn that?"

Hurt and confused she looked up at Brad but he didn't look mad. Rubbing her hair, he explained. “You had me ready to explode. I've never experienced the urge to orgasm so quickly, but you—a few strokes with the tongue and I'm falling out of control."

Meg smiled, knowing she had the power to give him release so quickly.

Placing the mistletoe back over his pulsing cock, he said. “You may resume now."

Like an obedient sub, Meg hungrily took him in her mouth. Brad fucked her mouth, filling her all the way to the back of her throat. She never dreamed she could handle a man as big as Brad, but it felt so good.

The more she sucked, the harder he rammed into her mouth. In frenzy, she felt the beginning of his spasms. As he erupted, she held his thighs tightly, swallowing all his juices.

"Oh Meg. You have a way with that mouth. That was remarkable."

"Merry Christmas."

Those three little words that packed so much meaning lay restless on the tip of her tongue. She was in love with Brad. God, how did she love a man she'd only known for a day—a man who was going to leave her and return to his real life? If only she could freeze time and remain in this moment forever. Brad filled a void she hadn't realized existed. Saying good-bye would be tough.

Brad pulled her into his arms. “Merry Christmas."

She felt safe in his arms. He made her feel loved and cherished. For the second time, she bit back the words she longed to say to him. It was selfish of her to think he could care for her in such a short period of time, selfish to think that they could share a future together.

It was a chance encounter, a bleep on the radar screen that would be over before any of them knew it. It wouldn't be easy going back to her “normal life.” Brad and Shane had shed light on a world she knew existed but only in her fantasies. It was a life she hadn't realized how much she craved until they'd showed her. Now, she'd never be able to experience a boring sex life again.

But she didn't want to submit to any one other than Brad. She wanted him to be her master, to control her. As he carried her to the couch, her eyes grew heavy. She needed some sleep. Her mind was in overdrive and her body was exhausted from being loved. A quick nap was all she needed to recharge.

"Sweet dreams angel,” Brad whispered in her ear as she dozed off.

"I can't work,” Brad said.

"Me neither."

Brad gazed upon the sleeping beauty. She was too good to be true. What would happen when the car was fixed and they were able to leave? Would he ever see her again? Would she want to see him or was she just caught up in the holiday? Did she want a relationship?

Relationship?

Ha! The word relationship was nowhere in his vocabulary. So why now? Was he caught up in the holiday too? Shaking the thoughts from his head, he knew that wasn't true. She was in his heart. He felt that tug that told him he didn't want to leave Meg behind. He wanted to take her away from Granby and spend a lifetime creating new fantasies.

"You got it bad, dude,” Shane said, throwing a crumpled piece of paper, hitting Brad square in the forehead.

"What are you talking about?"

"Please! I recognize the signs. You're in love."

"Sorry, there's no way I'm in love.” He tried in vain to deny his feelings.

"You're in deep. My only question is what are you going to do about it?"

What was he going to do about it?

"I have a plan."

Meg woke to sunlight streaming down on her face. Blocking the annoying light from her eyes, she encountered another body. Oh. My. God! It wasn't a dream. All the things she'd experienced really had happened. She thought for sure when she fell asleep she'd wake up alone in her own bed with only memories of a vivid dream. But this was no dream. Brad lay next to her. She traced her finger over his cheek. He didn't stir. His even breaths continued.

It was Christmas.

Meg sat up, startling Shane who was looking comfortable in front of the fire with his laptop on the floor in front of him.

"Merry Christmas!” he announced. “Did you sleep well?"

"I did,” she said. She walked over to him and sat next to him.

"What are you working on?” she asked intrigued. What could be so important on Christmas?

"I'm not working. I sent an email to Taylor wishing her a Merry Christmas. She's alone too."

Sadness pulled at her for him. “You're in love aren't you?” She covered his hand with her own.

He nodded. “For many years now. She thinks I'm too young for her."

"Are you?” Meg blurted. She hadn't meant to speak the question aloud.

"Not in my mind. She is ten years older than me, but age doesn't matter. It's what's inside."

Meg agreed. Age never meant anything to her. She'd dated guys who were older and less mature than her. Shane was right; it was about maturity.

"Maybe she'll realize she's wrong before it's too late,” Meg offered.

"Hopefully."

Brad snuck up behind her kissing the top of her head.

"Merry Christmas,” he said.

Meg bent her head back, smiling into those blue eyes, she puckered her lips. “Merry Christmas!"

Brad kissed her mouth, slipping his tongue inside. God how she loved the way he devoured her mouth.

"Merry Christmas!” Shane interrupted.

Brad and Shane shook hands, exchanging well wishes.

"I can't believe it's Christmas.” Meg said.

"It looks like the storm has slowed too,” Shane said.

"If it's not too bad we can walk to my place,” Meg offered. “I realize I don't have a nine foot tall, fully decorated Christmas tree or any of the festiveness that we have here, but I have a stove, semi-full refrigerator and television."

"How about a fireplace?” Brad asked.

Shaking her head she said, “Don't have that either."

"I kinda like this set up here. That is if you won't get in trouble."

Disappointment took over. He didn't want to go to her place. He didn't want to know her beyond this encounter.

"I'm not going to tell,” she said, trying to make light of the situation.

Deep inside, her heart was ripping to shreds. She wanted to share her home with Brad. She wanted him to personalize this a little more; at least give her a hint of hope that they might continue once Christmas was over.

Resigning herself to the fact that they were staying in the library another day she declared, “I'm in need of a cup of coffee."

"I'll second that!” Shane said.

"Do you have tea?” Brad asked.

Meg smiled warmly. “We do."

Meg busied herself in the break room. There were leftover danishes so she popped them in the toaster oven for a few seconds to take the chill off. She giggled to herself at how freely she walked around in the buff. A relatively shy person, she was never this carefree about her body. They made her feel comfortable in her own skin. Made her feel desirable. There hadn't been a man to make her feel this way in a long time.

Brad had staying power, long term staying power, if he wanted her the way she wanted him. As if on cue he walked up behind her and nibbled on her neck.

"I've missed you. You need any help in here?"

"Just finishing up. If you want to carry the danishes and your tea, I'll grab the coffees."

"Sounds like a plan.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “You taste so delicious I could eat you."

Smiling she looked into his glittering eyes for a hint of what he was feeling—a spark, a hope—anything to let her know they shared a connection. His hard shaft pulsed against her stomach. Heat filtered straight to her core. Her juices were flowing—she was ready again. When would she get her fill of him? Somehow she doubted she ever would. She knew when he left, he'd leave a void that no one else could replace.

Scooping her in his arms, he laid her across the table. “I can't wait,” he insisted. “I'm dying to taste that pussy of yours."

Who was she to argue? Featherlike fingertips on her thighs, he gently pushed them apart. Willingly, Meg let them drop open. Hands on her still tender bum, Brad lapped at the juices that had pooled at the opening of her channel.

A moan escaped her lips. His warm tongue licking her juices had her spiraling out of control. Teasing her, he trailed his tongue up her stomach, where his mouth lingered. He kissed the surrounding area. His hand tweaked her nipple. The rush was straining against her. She needed to come, but she wasn't ready to give up these feelings either. Fighting the impulse to let go, she concentrated on each kiss Brad placed on her stomach.

He began his descent, trailing down to her folds. A shiver coursed through her. She needed his mouth on her now. She needed him to take her. Now! The need to climax was overwhelming.

Brad flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. Trembling, Meg put her hands on his head, guiding it back to her aching pussy. Obliging, Brad sucked her nub between his lips. Arching her back, Meg accepted the two digits he slipped inside her. Expertly he moved them in and out. Meg's hips moved in rhythm with his fingers. Brad's thumb teased the expanse between her pussy and ass. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was there. A mixture of sensations filled her as his tongue swirled around her clit. The urge built until finally Meg gave in to the drumming desire to climax. Squeezing her eyes shut, stars of pleasure flashed under her eyelids exploding all around her.

"Omigod!” She lay there reveling in the aftermaths of the orgasm. Her body ached, but in a good way. As her muscles began to relax and her breathing returned to normal, she knew she must get up, so they could rejoin Shane in the other room.

"The coffee might be cold by now.” Meg eased her body off the table. “I'll just zap it in the microwave to warm it up a bit."

"I'll bring these out and come back to help with the coffee.” Brad left with the plate of danishes, leaving Meg alone with her grief. Twenty-four hours from now, Brad would be on his way to the convention where he'd meet lots of women who held the same interests in the BDSM world as him. Jealousy filled Meg.

Who was she to get jealous? She didn't have any claim on him. He was free to be with whomever he chose, but she wanted Brad all to herself. She wanted to be the woman he came home to every night—the woman he dominated.

The trio sat on the blanket enjoying the warmth of the fire and their hot drinks. Christmas day and they had nowhere to be. Lisa called, wishing Meg a Merry Christmas. She demanded to know every detail. Meg brushed her off, promising full details the next day.

"Meg, are you ready for some more playtime?” Shane asked. He moved closer, brushing her hair off her shoulder exposing the bare skin. He licked the soft skin, giving her a chill.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Now, now, now ... a good little submissive wouldn't challenge my question. A good submissive would answer yes, without asking any questions,” Brad reminded her.

Meg worried her bottom lip. Had she earned herself another punishment? Her bum was still tender from yesterday's spanking.

"Sorry?"

"You are quite the naughty girl, Meg Trainor,” Brad chuckled.

"Let's see how sorry she really is, Brad.” Shane walked over to the table and returned with a pair of furry handcuffs and a flogger. “Hands out. Now!"

The tone of his voice warned Meg he meant business. Obediently, she put her hands in front of her. The clicking of the lock on the handcuffs was loud and final.

Shane lay across the blanket. His long black hair fanned out around him. Meg had a weakness for men with long hair. The bad boy image, but Shane wasn't a bad boy. He was a desirable man who was in love with another woman. That hadn't stopped him from giving her enjoyment. His throbbing shaft was hard for her.

"Go ahead, taste me. I know you're dying to."

Meg didn't wait. She bent over him, steadying her hands on his thighs, careful not to hurt him. Taking the head of his hard cock in her mouth she savored his taste.

"Be careful with her, she's a little vixen. She'll have you spurting in record time.” Brad knelt beside her, watching. Meg grew more aroused with him watching. She hungrily lapped up and down the shaft, her head bobbing. Shane ground his hips in sync with her mouth.

"I have an idea."

Shane groaned at the interruption. “Can't it wait, man?"

"It's something we can all enjoy.” Ignoring Shane's protests, Meg allowed Brad to maneuver her body over Shane's. It was the perfect sixty-nine position. Shane had easy access to her and she could comfortably lavish him.

"Continue on,” he barked.

Shane rocked his erection deep into her throat. Without warning a resounding crack snapped against her buttocks, startling her.

She yelped.

"Time for your punishment, naughty girl. Continue what you're doing.” Another smack met her tender cheeks.

She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. She fought them, refusing to let him get the better of her.

"This is a flogger and I will continue to crack that pretty little ass with it until I feel you have learned your lesson.” Showing his dominance the “swoosh” of the flogger whipping through the air could be heard before striking its intended target, not once, but twice.

Her ass burned, but she kept her tears in check, while keeping her mouth firmly around Shane's shaft. Meg did her best to concentrate. It wasn't easy. The pleasure-pain sent a gush of heat through her body. As if realizing the excitement growing in her, Shane lifted his mouth to her burning clitoris. The feel of his tongue set her ablaze. Her buttocks was tingling with sensations, it was all surreal.

Cool liquid dripped over her tight pink opening. It wasn't until that moment she realized Brad had stopped his punishment. Was he going to fuck her, while she pleasured Shane? Answering her thoughts, she heard the distinct sound of foil ripping open. Her overheated flesh goose bumped and shivered.

"It's okay. I'll be gentle,” Brad cajoled Meg.

"I know,” she huffed.

Sliding his cock against her hole he eased himself into her an inch at a time. She held her breath afraid of shattering the moment. As his hard shaft broke through the barrier, Shane's thumb moved to her clit and his fingers plunged into her pussy. Omigod! This was all too much, her vision blurred as Brad pumped into her ass and Shane's fingers moved in time with Brad's thrusts. Meg tried in vain to continue her feast of Shane's cock, but found it nearly impossible.

Her breath grew heavy as the two men buried themselves deeper and deeper inside her. Feeling Brad's body seizing tight she knew he was close to climax. Not wanting Shane to feel left out she wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft. Covering him with her mouth, she slid her tongue up and down. She heard his groans of pleasure. They were going to come together if she had anything to do with it. These two gorgeous men had given her the ultimate experience; the least she could do was repay them both. Bobbing up and down she sucked on the head of his cock. Spasms began at the base of his cock, she was successful. Shane was about to come. She increased her speed as Brad thrust forcefully into her. He shook as he poured himself into her; Shane emptied his seed into her mouth, as her body clenched around his fingers as she shuddered into her own orgasm. Meg knew without a doubt she was in trouble. She was head over heels in love with Brad.

Damn! So much for getting her out of his system, Brad thought as he withdrew from her and fell into the crumpled heap that was Meg and Shane. Having Meg handcuffed and surrendering to them only made him want her more. Watching her mouth on Shane's shaft shouldn't have had an effect on him but it did.

He was jealous. He wanted it to be his cock that her mouth covered.

He watched the soft rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing struggled to return to normal. Her emerald eyes were wide and sparkling with pure satisfaction. He pulled her into the crook of his arm. She nestled her face on his chest. Holding her tightly, he knew he'd never forget this Christmas as long as he lived. Meg had touched his heart; not an easy feat for any woman.

Kissing the top of her head, he lingered. Who was he trying to kid? This woman had him wrapped around her finger. So the million dollar question was: did she feel the same way?

Brad had to find out.

"Well I can honestly say that was delectable!” Shane said, propping himself up on one arm. “I'm not sure I'll ever be able to top this Christmas."

Brad laughed. “Until you win over Taylor and start making your own Christmas memories."

Brad prayed that would happen soon for his brother. Shane had been pinning over Taylor for way too long.

Not that Brad was one to talk. He couldn't remember his last serious relationship or thoughts of one until Meg. Breathing in her scent one more time, he closed his eyes, letting his heart and head battle.

Apparently Brad had enjoyed himself as much as she had, if his soft snoring was any indication. A smile formed on her lips; he had such a cute snore. Nothing obnoxious. Tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest she admired the trail of hair leading straight to his shaft. His body was strong and warm. She could picture herself like this forever.

Her stomach grumbled. She was hungry. An idea struck her. If Brad didn't want to go to her house, she would go herself. They couldn't go the rest of the day without real food. Easing her body out of the safety of Brad's arms, she quickly went to the heap of clothes still resting on floor.

"Where do you think you're going?” Shane came up behind her, startling her.

Meg swung around. “Home. We need to eat,” she said pointedly.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

The gesture was sweet, but Meg would rather go on her own. “Thanks, but I'll be fine. Can you throw a couple of logs on the fire though?"

"Sure. Anything else?"

"No.” Meg finished dressing. Unlocking the doors she slipped out into the bitter cold of the day. Snow covered most of the sidewalks and streets. The plows did their best to clear the roads, but it wasn't good enough. Struggling with the large piles of snow, Meg made her best attempt to get through the snow in her heels. Her bare legs were numb by the time she reached her house. Her hands trembled as she tried to get the key in the lock. She finally managed to slide the key into the keyhole.

Once in her apartment, Meg raced for the bathroom. Shedding her clothing she wrapped herself in her thick robe. Turning on the shower, she let the steam fill the bathroom. Pinning her hair atop her head, she climbed into the shower. Hot streams of water beaded her body. Lingering under the showerhead, the chill slowly left her. Just short of turning into a prune she turned off the water, dried her body and quickly dressed.

Grabbing a bag, she filled it with a couple of steaks, a few potatoes and the fresh asparagus she had. The cooking amenities weren't much, but she'd do her best to make an edible meal for them. Loading another bag with odds and ends, she bundled herself in her winter garb and headed back to the library, to the two men she couldn't believe were waiting for her.

"There she is,” Brad called out as she entered the library. “I wanted to send out the cavalry but then realized I wouldn't know where to send them.” Shane and Brad laughed at his joke, but it pulled at Meg's heart.

You didn't know because you didn't want to know. Pushing aside her hurt she forced a smile. “Were you worried I wouldn't return?"

"I knew you'd come back eventually. You wouldn't want your boss to find two naked men in the library."

Shane helped her with the bags. Together they all went into the kitchen, unloading the bags on the table.

"Ummm, steak."

"I wasn't sure what you guys like, but I thought I'd be safe with steak."

"Works for me.” Brad came up behind her and nibbled on her earlobe. “Though you would taste better."

Slapping him playfully, she pulled out of his embrace. “Why don't you guys go hang out in the library and I'll do the cooking in here."

"We can help,” Shane offered. “We aren't chauvinists."

"I want to do this for you. But I do appreciate the offer."

"Just holler if you change your mind,” Brad said.

They left and images of her spread over the table earlier sprung in her mind. The mental picture of his tongue running over her clit gave her new goose bumps.

"Not a five star restaurant, but at least it was edible.” Pushing the leftover food around with her fork she looked to the men for encouragement.

"Delicious,” Brad said, pointing to his empty plate.

"Absolutely,” Shane chimed in.

As day turned into night, Meg knew their time together was coming to an end. By morning, they would go back to the lives they once led. Meg to her job as a librarian; Brad and Shane back on the road to the convention. Looking around the library Meg wondered how she would get through her work days knowing what had taken place here—the experiences she had. Oh if only the walls could talk, they would have some tales to tell!

"Now what?” Shane asked.

"I can think of many things.” A wicked smile formed on his lips as his eyes pierced her.

"Pick one,” she challenged.

"You're insatiable."

"I'd like to see her wrapped up under the Christmas tree. It's only fitting don't you think?"

Leave it to Shane to want her under the Christmas tree.

Melancholy set in. Her two mistletoe studs. She'd never forget them.

Brad spread a blanket under the tree, after rearranging the decorative presents. “Let's see if Meg will be naughty or nice one last time."

Meg's wince didn't go undetected. Maybe there was a remote possibility she wanted more. It wasn't like Rhode Island didn't have libraries.

He had planted a surprise for her when she went off to her house, he only hoped she found it before he left. But finding it was only half the battle, getting her to say yes was the other.

Part of Brad didn't want to share Meg with Shane, especially if this was his final time with her. But he wanted her to experience her ultimate fantasy.

"I assure you I'll be on my best behavior."

"You don't have to be good.” Brad winked. He'd like to spank that gorgeous bottom one more time. Just picturing her red cheeks caused him to become rock solid. This woman didn't realize the affect she had on him.

Shane helped her to her feet. “I think you have too much clothing on for what we want to do."

"Shane's right. Time to start undressing,” Brad countered.

Like an obedient submissive she started taking off her shirt. Underneath she was braless. She unbuttoned her jeans, looping her fingers through the belt loops Brad watched as she tugged them over hips, revealing she was pantyless too. The swaying of her hips tortured him.

He was so far entranced watching her strip. His balls ached. He needed to be inside her now. He couldn't wait another moment. In a few swift steps, he was dragging her mouth to his. His tongue plundered her mouth, as his erection pressed into her. She snaked her arms around his neck, accepting his tongue. Demanding more she flung her legs around him. Without a second thought he drove into her with force and conviction.

Legs locked tightly behind his back, his hands moved down to her ass for a better grip. Spreading her cheeks apart, his finger found the hole he was looking for. Gently he eased his finger in, preparing her for what was yet to come.

"God Brad, that feels so good.” She dropped her head back.

"That's it baby, I want to feel your hot pussy clamping down on my cock.” He concentrated on pushing himself deep into the walls of her pussy. This was going to be a quick one for him. He felt his cum boiling out of his balls; pounding into her.

"Yes!” she cried.

Her head collapsed against his shoulder, her arms tightening their grip on his neck. He felt the walls of her pussy and her ass contracting against him, as she exploded with him.

The words I love you sat on the tip of his tongue, begging him to say it. Her breaths were heavy as Shane walked up behind her, bringing reality home for him. He couldn't say the words in the heat of the moment. When he whispered words of love he wanted it to be between him and Meg, not Shane too.

Glassy-eyed from their lovemaking, Brad held her gaze, searing her with his intensity.

"Are you ready for more?” his voice barely a whisper.

She nodded. Brad smiled then ravished her lips. She was a keeper.

Unlocking her feet Brad released her. Her legs felt like jelly as she watched Shane take his place on the blanket.

Meg wanted to run her fingers through his hair one last time. It looked like her wish was about to come true. Shane sheathed himself. Meg turned to find Brad doing the same.

"Get comfortable on Shane.” Brad nodded to Shane's shaft standing attention waiting for her to climb atop.

On wobbly legs Meg stood over Shane. This was it. They were both going to take her at the same time. Butterflies danced in her stomach. This experience was something she only had dreamed about. Now, Brad and Shane were about to make her dreams come true. Surrendering she kneeled down straddling Shane, ready to take him inside.

Strong hands touched her face; he reached up placing a kiss on her lips. “No submissive role this time. It's about giving you total pleasure."

Meg returned his kisses, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. She leaned in giving him better access to her mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair, enjoying the soft, silky feeling. Shane held the back of her head firmly with his hand, while the other moved down to her pussy. She braced her hands on either side of his head, as he teased the folds of her inflamed lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you Meg?” His voice low and urgent.

"Yes,” she whimpered, as he stroked her clit. God she wanted him to fuck her; Brad too. She arched her back as two fingers entered her channel and began pumping.

"Always wet,” he remarked.

Her breasts heaved as she huffed out a “yes.” Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips. “Sweet. Like nectarines."

Meg took advantage of his movement to slide herself down upon him. A grunt escaped his lips as he used one forceful thrust to fill her. Smiling wickedly at him, she reminded him that he'd said no role playing. “I can do that without punishment."

"Yes, you can."

Sitting up she ground her hips, riding him. He smiled approvingly at her. She continued even as he reached up and pinched her nipples. Biting back a cry she took pleasure in the heat burning its way through her belly down to her clit. This feeling was better than any toy she ever used.

"That's it baby, come for him. Let me see you come all over him.” Brad was behind her urging her to come. She needed release; she was on the verge.

Shane sensing her desire, grabbed her hips and hammered into her, reaching to the core of her, giving her what she needed to push her over the edge and climax. Her shudder became a shake as she careened into her orgasm. Meg fell onto his hard chest gasping for air, and that's when she felt Brad sliding his cock along the tight ring of her anus. With renewed strength she lifted her body up, offering herself to Brad.

"Bend over a little bit, baby."

She did as he asked.

"Time to find out what two men filling you feels like."

The coolness of the gel did nothing to extinguish the flames burning inside her. The tip of his shaft teased her opening. He glided in as far as her body allowed. Once he was fully engorged she started rocking. Two men inside her—the feeling was indescribable.

"Oh God!” she cried as Shane moved inside her.

Brad stopped. “Are you okay?"

She detected the worry in his voice. “Don't stop. Please keep going. Harder!"

Both men starting moving again. Brad rammed into her backside while Shane devoured her pussy with his rigid member. She was sandwiched between two eager studs that wanted to satisfy her. She couldn't get over the realization that two men were loving her. Two brothers were willing to share this experience with her.

Her skin prickled as the spasms built inside her. The pulsing between her thighs was too much to handle. They were so deep inside her she thought they were touching. They plunged deeper, releasing their seed as she burst into a sweet and succulent orgasm.

They fell into a tangle of arms and legs as each tried to recover from this most incredible climax. The timing couldn't have been better. Meg knew she would never forget this moment or these two beautiful men who showered her with love and affection.

As she lay there looking around the library, wondering how she would say good-bye, she spotted the stocking hanging off the fireplace. The one with her name on it. The only full one.

Brad knew the exact moment she discovered the stocking. He'd wondered if she would ever notice. With bated breath, he waited to see what she would do. Would she get up and look at the contents or would she wait until they were long gone? He wasn't a patient man. He'd give her an hour to get her bearings and then if she didn't look inside he would force her hand.

"Thank you so much,” she said, nestling into his arms she faded away.

"You're welcome, sweetheart.” Brad kissed the top of her head while she dozed in his arms. He cursed under his breath. She wouldn't be looking in the stocking just yet. As much as he knew she needed rest after being well-fucked, he needed to know her reaction to the contents of the stocking.

Turning his head, Brad found Shane fast asleep too. Feeling defeated for the moment, he decided it best if he do the same. Closing his eyes, thoughts of Meg's naked body sitting atop him filled his mind.

He had to make her his.

A chill woke Meg from her sleep. Lifting herself from Brad's warm embrace, she clambered over to the fireplace and placed a few more logs on. Finding her clothes, she quickly dressed to rid her body of the terrible chill.

Tiptoeing over to the stocking she stretched to peek inside. Different toys lined the stocking. Brad had filled her stocking. Was there a hidden meaning behind his gifts? Like, sorry can't be here for you, but here are some toys to keep you warm at night. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Meg walked away. She would wait for Brad to leave before inspecting the contents of the stocking. She knew it was filled with toys from his company, and as much as Meg knew she would seek pleasure from them in the future, right now she didn't want to face the cold hard truth—Brad was leaving.

Unable to deal with the bubbling feelings rising in her chest, Meg sat on the window ledge, one of her most cherished seats in the library. Hugging her legs to her chest, she rested her head against the window, staring out into the night.

Had fate stranded Shane and Brad here? Had Santa's magic played a part in all this? Meg would like to believe that Santa sent them to her.

Just remembering how it felt with them pulsing inside her sent a shiver down her spine. Her thighs and ass were still tender from the punishment they inflicted. Her body was under sensory overload when he spanked her. The pleasure-pain, the heat and the orgasms; it was like being pulled underwater by a tidal wave, them being plunged against the shore or a roller coaster that took you soaring up, up, up then dropped you eighty feet at a hundred miles an hour. The ride ended much too quickly.

"Santa left you something.” Brad stood there, dressed in his slacks, the top button open, offering her the stocking she refused to open earlier.

Cautiously she took it from him. “I thought I'd wait until tomorrow to open it."

"Today's Christmas. I'd like to see you open it."

She made room for Brad to sit with her in the window. Placing the stocking between her legs she closed her eyes and silently prayed she got through this without crying. Shedding tears would only complicate things. There was time for crying later. For Brad's sake she'd accept the gifts happily and ignore the fact he'd be gone soon.

Dipping her hand into the stocking she pulled out the first item. Roger Rocket. An egg shaped vibrating butt plug, like the one they had inserted in her. The Horny Rhino vibrator she'd seen on the brochure, Adam's anal beads, stimulating gel for the clitoris. A ping pong paddle, nipple clamps; the accessories were never ending. As she laid the contents around her she was overwhelmed. She'd never lack the necessities to have fun, just the man to share the fun with.

Sadness filled her and the tears threatened to spill over. Sucking in a breath, she looked out the window and counted to ten before turning back to Brad. He looked nervous.

He took her hand in his. “Dig a little deeper sweetheart. You missed something."

She gave him a quizzical look. She hadn't felt anything else in there. Reaching in, her fingers searched for something more. They brushed against a piece of paper. Slowly she brought it out. It was a ticket to the convention center, with a turquoise collar wrapped around it.

"You want me to go with you?"

"Yes. Then I want you come home to Rhode Island with me. I know we've just met but I love you. I want to be your Dom in the bedroom and your partner in life. I want you to wear this collar as a symbol that you're taken. You'll belong to me if you agree to wear it. Please say you'll come with me."

The tears that had threatened poured from her eyes. He wanted her to come home with him? He didn't plan on leaving her behind. He wanted her to be his! “I love you too and I can't think of anything I'd like better,” she said throwing herself in his arms.

"Let me just put this on you,” he said, brushing her hair aside.

Her heart fluttered as his fastened the collar around her neck. She was his.

"There's just one more thing,” Brad pulled out the mistletoe and held it over their heads.