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Storm Saturday Night

ISBN 978-1-60592-023-8

Cover Art by Bree Bridges

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Book Blurb<= /p>

Aspiring actress Storm Wren needs the money from this commercial or she’ll be evicted. They are casting a man for the part—well, can she act or can’t she? She’ll go as a man.

Logan M= ackenzie and Judd Taylor cast her for the part, film the commercial and pay her. But something is wrong. When they discover their male star is a woman, they dec= ide to give her a taste of what real men are like.

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Chapter One=

Storm Wren flipped th= rough the trade news once more. “Hector, there’s got to be something.”

As if to acknowledge = her statement, her tabby rubbed against her arm, knocking the stack of unpaid b= ills off the kitchen table with a flick of his tail.

Storm ignored the mes= s and gave the cat a gentle nudge. “I’ve gotta find a commercial or something or we’ll be living in that dumpster out back.”

Scanning the ads, she= took a bite of her dry toast and chased it with a sip of black coffee—no cream, no sugar. Her slender figure was the one thing getting her any work nowadays, and she didn’t intend to lose her only ace in the hole.

All the calls lately = had been for women younger or older, even children had more options than a woman her age. A thirty-year-old actress, no matter how young she looked, was not= in demand this summer. Casting directors took one look at her age and immediat= ely shoved her headshot aside. They wanted twenty-somethings who looked even younger.

She’d done a B-= grade horror movie over a year ago, but that money ran out a lot sooner than she’d hoped. If she didn’t find something before her landlord f= ound her today, she’d be out on her ass by noon.

Hector walked across = the magazine and licked up the crumbs she’d dropped. She picked him up and rested him on her lap as her gaze lit on the small listing, wet from the cat’s tongue.

“What’s t= his? Five thousand dollars cash?” A local ad agency was casting and filming a commercial for a new male enhancement product downtown. They were looking f= or a 30-something man. Darn it, a man. As if she couldn’t sell the product—but Storm knew better. If they were calling for a man, they wanted a man. No amount of arguing or trying to prove she could do a credib= le job would make the slightest difference. She’d never get in the front doo= r. If only . . . .

She glanced at the cl= ock. Could she do it? Did she dare? “We need that five thousand, Hector. I have an idea, but I’ll have to hurry; the auditions start in an hour.= ” She jumped to her feet, tumbling Hector to the floor. The cat gave an offen= ded meow, stuck his nose in the air and trotted out of the room. Storm shook her head. She’d have to apologize to him later. Right now, she had to get ready for the casting call.

She raced out of her apartment and pounded on the door across the hall.

“Storm, what= 217;s going on?” Steve leaned against the doorframe in a lavender silk nigh= tgown and bare feet. Long blond tendrils framed his face and spilled over his bare shoulders. “You look a little crazy.”

“I just might b= e . . . is Mark home? I need to borrow something of his.”=

“Come on in.= 221; He opened the door wider and gestured with his perfectly manicured nails in= to the immaculate apartment. “He’s still in bed.”=

“I hate to wake= him, but this is sort of an emergency.”

“Oh, he’s= not asleep.” Steve smiled broadly. “He’s just worn out.”= ;

“That wig looks better on you than it does on me.” She followed him down the hallway = to the bedroom.

He ran his long, slen= der fingers through the hairpiece she’d given him a few weeks ago then op= ened the bedroom door “Honey, we’ve got company.”

Mark sat up in the en= ormous bed. “Well, good morning, Storm. What brings you here so early in the morning?”

She smiled at the two= men. If anyone could help her, they could. “I’ve got thirty minutes.= Can you turn me into a man?”

* * * * *

Logan handed Judd the script. “We don’t find him today, we’re screwed.”

“We’ll fi= nd him.” Judd flipped through the pages then rolled them into a tube and slapped them against his hand. “Today’s the day. We’ll get our spokesperson, make the commercial and sell some stiff dick pills.”

“You gotta stop calling them that.” Logan put his cell phone to his ear. “Harry, let ‘em in.”

The door opened, and = Judd watched the long line of actors file into the front of the auditorium. He l= eaned back in his balcony seat. “First impression?”=

“Only men in su= its use male enhancement drugs.”

“Yeah.” He twisted the rolled papers in his hand. “Why didn’t we say ̵= 6;no suits’ in the last ad? Damn, they look like a bunch of stockbrokers instead of guys trying to get laid.”

“Well, we only = need one. And we said five thousand dollars. If that doesn’t bring our man= to us, I don’t know what will.”

“This bunch will spend it on suits. Shit.” Judd rubbed his eyes. How had they let themselves get in this position? Casting and filming in one day was sheer idiocy. He was trying hard to be confident that this fourth cattle call wou= ld bring in the right guy, the right look, but if it didn’t—<= /o:p>

“Hey, wait a second.” Logan nudged him with his elbow. “Check him.”

Slightly shorter than= the other men, wearing jeans, loafers, and a loose-hanging dress shirt buttoned= to the neck, the guy he’d visualized for weeks walked in. “Yeah.&#= 8221;

“Yeah good?R= 21;

“Yeah, more like it.”

“The glasses wo= rk.” Logan leaned forward in his seat. “Hadn’t really pictured glass= es. I’ll have to change the lighting a little.”

“Let’s get started.” Judd unrolled the script. That guy had the look, but could = he read? “Get Harry to put them all in glasses. And tell him to lose the= damn coats and ties. I don’t want just one choice.”

“Want to start = with him?”

“No. A couple o= f the others first.” Keep hope alive for a few minutes longer.

Logan called Harry ag= ain. “Put them all in glasses and have them remove their coats and ties. Let’s = get started, but save the short guy in the white oxford and jeans for a bit. Ye= ah. No, save him. I know. Just do it, Harry.” Logan snapped the phone clo= sed. “Harry thinks he’s the guy, too.”

“God, let him s= peak English,” Judd muttered.

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Chapter Two=

Storm tried to ignore= the itchy toupée. She crossed her legs, ankle over her knee and leaned b= ack in the auditorium seat. Steve had suggested she watch the mannerisms of the other men and mimic them if she wanted to blend in. Thankfully, most of them looked as nervous as she felt so they weren’t hard to imitate

The guy with the clip= board, Harry, herded each man on and off stage while the man running the camera, L= ogan, stood with his hands folded over his chest. Neither man looked especially h= appy with what he was seeing.

She’d listened = to the same 30-second spiel over twenty times and had it memorized. No wonder they referred to these things as cattle calls. Pretending to be an actor wasn’t that different from being an actress. Male or female, you were still a slab of meat.

“You, in the je= ans. You’re up.”

A five thousand do= llar slab of meat, Storm. You can do this. Channel Nick Nolte. She got up with the same wide-s= tance motion she’d observed in the other men and strolled on stage.

“Where’s = your head shot?”

She’d anticipat= ed this question and hoped her voice wouldn’t give her away. Steve had reminded her the less she said, the better, but acting could only get her so far—sooner or later she’d have to speak. “Ran out.”=

“Your name?R= 21;

She took a deep breat= h and let it out slowly as she spoke. “Shane Wren.”=

Harry handed her the script. She rolled it up and handed it back to him. “I’ve got it.”

“Let’s he= ar it then. Logan, ready?”

Logan glanced to the = back of the darkened theater. “Yeah, ready.”

Someone else was here= ? Storm squinted against the glare of the stage lights and saw the outline of a man= standing in the balcony area.

“Go when you= 217;re ready.” Harry gave a curt nod.

She’d heard the= other readings—the other actors didn’t get it. This commercial was supposed to sell a drug to help them have better, more satisfying sex. Maybe none of them were interested in a product for ‘male enhancement’= ;, but if anybody needed male enhancement right now, she did. She widened her stance and stared into the camera. “Hello—”

Judd couldn’t b= elieve his eyes. The slight guy with the black glasses—Shane—put his h= ands into his jeans pockets and recited the lines. Judd wrote the script weeks a= go, had spent hours honing the message, but this guy’s delivery was better than anything he’d dared hope for He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pressed the speed dial.

Logan picked up on the first ring. “Yeah.”

“How’s it= look on camera?”

“As good as you= think it does. What do you say?”

“Yeah.” He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice. Their spokesperson had final= ly arrived and was about to save their collective financial asses. He barely q= uelled the urge to jump up and high-five the air. “Send the rest of them hom= e, and get him into makeup. Keep the clothes.”

“Keep ‘em= ? What about the swim trunks?”

“No, forget tha= t. This is the right look. Have Harry set up the blue screen, and we’ll digit= al the backdrop later. A cityscape or something.”

“All right.R= 21; Logan chuckled. “He’s good, huh?”

Judd looked at Shane = for a long moment. The guy did look good, so much so he was a little freaked out.= “He made me want to buy the shit.”

“I know what you mean. He’s kind of—”

“Androgynous?&#= 8221;

Logan laughed. “= ;I was going to say hot, but I like your take better.”

A weird surge rushed through his veins. Yeah, hot was the word all right, and now he knew what w= as freaking him out. He shook his head. “All right. I’ll be down t= here in a second.” He snapped the phone closed and took off down the stair= s. He had to see this guy up close.

Before he reached the= front of the auditorium, he forced himself to slow down and walk. Shane sat on the edge of a stool staring at the last of the actors filing out.

“Shane.”<= o:p>

“Yes.” Th= e man turned toward him, and of all the damn things—his cock twitched. W= hat the hell? He cleared his throat. This is excitement from having your career saved. That’s it. Get a grip.

“You’re t= he face we’ve been looking for. Where’ve you been the last eight w= eeks?”

Shane didn’t re= spond, but the smile that spread across the man’s face sent a thrill through= Judd’s body—a completely unacceptable and inexplicable thrill. He was straig= ht, dammit. What the hell?

“Okay, everybody’s out.” Logan walked up behind him and slapped him on= the back. “Did you two introduce yourselves?”

Shane rose from the s= tool and came down the steps. “Not officially.” He hesitated then ex= tended his hand, and Judd took.

The guy’s hands= were soft, but the grip was firm. “Judd Taylor. Nice reading. Do it the sa= me way in front of the blue screen, and we’ll be out of here in an hour.”

Shane nodded but said nothing.

“Let’s ge= t you to make-up,” Logan said. “And make ourselves a commercial.̶= 1;

Judd stared as Harry = led Shane away. “What do we know about this guy?”=

Logan’s brows d= rew together. “Know? We know his name. What we gotta know?”

“I don’t = know. Nothing.”

“What’s w= ith you?”

He shook his head. “Probably me looking a gift horse—oh hell. Ignore me. Let’= ;s start in ten.”

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Chapter Three

Storm put her hands i= nto the pockets of Mark’s jeans and stepped up to the line of tape on the floor. Shaking Judd’s hand had been a nerve-racking moment, but she’d pulled that off. Steve had cut her fingernails and rubbed her h= ands with some kind of gritty soap, but she didn’t need either Judd or Log= an looking too closely.

Figures the day she f= inally met not one, but two attractive men, she’d be in drag. Just her luck lately . . . . But not today, she reminded herself. Today she’d pulled off the impossible. The stack of bills would get paid, and she’d have= the landlord off her back.

“All right, let’s roll this,” Judd said. “Shane, just like before. Ha= rry, mark it.”

Harry snapped the cla= pboard in front of her face, and she took a deep breath.

“In five, four, three—” Judd held up two fingers, then one, then pointed at her= .

The key to pulling th= is off would be keeping the timbre of her voice low. That, and only speaking when = absolutely necessary These men had bought her outer appearance, but her voice was the = one thing that could still give her away. Speaking slowly, she recited the lines while staring directly into the camera lens. When she finished, she held her smile until Judd called for the cut.

Both men stared at he= r for so long, sweat trickled down her back. She held her breath. Had she been fo= und out? Crap. What kind of trouble was she going to get in for this?

“Shit, it’= ;s perfect,” Logan said.

“Maybe we’= ;re just desperate.”

“I don’t = think so. That delivery is exactly what you’ve been talking about—= 221;

“I know, but= 212;” Judd stared at her and folded his arms over his chest.

“But what?̶= 1;

Judd shook his head. “Shane, give us a minute, will you?”

He walked toward the = rear of the auditorium, and Logan followed him. They were talking, but she couldn’t hear their conversation. She turned to Harry who shrugged, winked and took a drink from his bottled water.

Storm took in another= slow, deep breath and tried to still her racing heart. Logan had bought into her = lie—Harry was more than convinced, if that wink was any indication. But Judd wasnR= 17;t buying. Something about her delivery? Her stance? She checked her reflectio= n in the camera lens, and barely recognized herself. Steve and Mark were geniuse= s. The glasses helped, but the wig made the transformation complete. Her voice and mannerisms might’ve given her away, but her appearance certainly hadn’t.

She wiped sweaty palms against her jean-clad thighs and waited for the verdict.<= /p>

* * * * *

“There’s something about this guy that’s bothering me.” Judd tried to ke= ep his voice low.

“Are you crazy?= ” Logan held up both hands in a gesture of futility. “I thought we agre= ed on him—he’s perfect. The reading was perfect. Shit, we could ta= ke the footage we’ve got with one take and be done here.”

“I know.”=

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Harry’s crazy about him. I think he wants to lay the guy.”

“That’s what’s bothering me.”

“It is?” = Logan looked back to the two men on stage. Harry was trying to be cool about star= ing at Shane, but he was failing miserably. “What do you care if Harry co= mes onto the guy? I don’t picture Shane storming out of here in a snit, at least not until he gets his fifty Benjamins.”

“You brought it= in cash?”

“Yeah, thatR= 17;s what I put in the ad. I thought cash would speed things along, and until th= is guy walked in, we were speeding into the side of a building. Now we’re good to go. So, what’s the problem?”

Judd had known Logan = since college; they were closer than brothers. Still, he didn’t know if he could admit the truth to Logan. Hell, he didn’t want to admit it to himself. But maybe saying it out loud would take some of the power out of i= t. If he could just get the words past his lips.

“I,” he b= egan, stopped, and tried again. “Well, the guy—”

“Yeah?”

He couldn’t do = it. There was no way to say “that guy is giving me a hard-on” But he had to say something, had to convince himself they weren’t making a h= uge mistake because his dick was on some kind of weird trip. He sucked in anoth= er breath and blew it out slowly. “Harry’s right.”

“So am I. Shane’s our man.” Logan eyed him carefully. “Hang on a second. You mean Harry’s right, Harry’s right, don’= ;t you?”

Judd nodded slowly. &= #8220;I know—it’s crazy shit—”

“Then we’= re both crazy.”

Chapter Four

Judd felt his mouth f= all open and quickly snapped it shut. “What?”

Logan shook his head = and smiled ruefully. “I’m none-too-happy about it either, buddy.= 221; He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I don’t do guys, but that o= ne could make me think about it.”

They fell silent for = a long time, and Judd couldn’t figure out what to say. He had a serious case= of the hots for the guy, and if that wasn’t weird enough, his best frien= d felt the same way. Finally, he turned to his Logan and mumbled, “Have we j= ust screwed ourselves royally? Is the client going to want a spokesperson who g= ives a straight guy a hard-on?”

Logan chuckled. ̶= 0;Look at it this way. If he can do that, he’ll stick in the minds of viewer= s, which will make the product stick in their minds. It’s weird as hell,= but it’s a win-win”

“Yeah?”

“I’m tell= ing ya.”

He rolled the thought= over in his mind. The guy had actually pulled off the impossible—he’d turned on two straight men. Strangely enough, Judd might be right. This cou= ld be the most successful commercial they’d ever shot. “All right. Let’s get a couple more takes, pay him, and get the hell out of here. Then we’re going for some drinks. A lot of drinks.”<= /span>

“Done.”

Judd returned to his position in the balcony. Logan returned to the camera, talked to Harry for a second, and they got Shane back in position. He did the lines three more ti= mes, each slightly different, but all perfectly delivered.

When Logan looked up = toward the balcony and lifted his brows, Judd nodded and called out, “Pay hi= m. That’s a wrap everybody.”

Logan handed the stac= k of standard release and tax forms to Shane, who sat down and filled them out. Minutes later, Shane handed them back to Logan, and Judd watched as Logan t= ook a wad of cash out of his pocket and counted out the money into Shane’s outstretched palm. Shane’s eyes began to widen and his lips parted. J= udd suddenly had a picture in his mind of touching those lips with his fingerti= ps.

He turned away and pu= shed the image from his mind. Shane had a slight build, almost feminine, but he = was a guy. A damned hot guy, but a guy nonetheless. He shook his head to= rid himself of the wayward thoughts. He needed to get laid, that’s all th= is was. He hadn’t been with a woman in months—fucking months—and the lack of sex had apparently brought on some crazy-ass fantasies.

Logan shook ShaneR= 17;s hand. “Judd and I’d like to thank you for your work today. I kn= ow it went fast, but you had exactly what we were looking for and you delivered.”

“Yes,” Ju= dd said, extending his own hand. “Thank you very much. We have your curr= ent contact information in case we have other opportunities in the future?̶= 1;

“Yes.”

Shane’s voice w= asn’t deep, but the mid-range resonant tone didn’t make him any less interesting. And standing this close to him wasn’t making Judd’s dick any less hard either, so he released the man’s hand and took a s= tep back. “Okay, Logan. We have another appointment. After Harry cleans u= p, I’ll close her down. Have a tall one ready when I get there.”

“All right. Sha= ne, hope to work with you again sometime.” Logan picked up his jacket and= a stack of papers then headed out the front door. Harry began gathering the camera equipment and clearing away the lights.

“Thank you,R= 21; Shane said, then tipped his head up once and turned to go.

Judd wanted to kick h= imself for doing it, but he couldn’t keep from watching the man walk away. Smooth gait, long, even strides. Damn, he thought as he closed his eyes and forced himself to turn away, I really need that beer.

Storm forced herself = to stroll to her car, despite the excitement that made her want to leap and skip like= a kid. She’d pulled off the impossible; she’d convinced three men= —and all the men who’d auditioned, as well—that she was a man. Not o= nly a man, but one sexy enough to sell enhancement drugs!

Damn, this was a good= day. She unlocked her car and climbed inside. Before cranking the engine, she to= ok a moment to scratch furiously at her neck. The stupid wig was driving her absolutely insane. She removed the cosmetic glasses Steve and Mark assured = her would camouflage her very feminine eyes. They didn’t mess with her vision, but they were starting to pinch the bridge of her nose. She stuck o= ne of the eyeglass arms between her teeth.

As soon as she pulled= out of the parking lot, she’d get the wig off her head. She put the car i= nto gear and let her lips curve into the huge grin she’d been holding bac= k for the past four hours.

* * * * *

Logan turned his Volv= o onto Main Street and headed toward Jack’s Corner Bar. Jack’s was his= and Judd’s favorite hangout when they wanted to review a day’s work, but tonight they had more than the usual stuff to talk about. They’d solved their biggest financial problem in just a few short hours. That alone should fuel some celebratory drinking, but he strongly suspected celebratin= g wouldn’t be their main focus.

No, tonight that guy,= Shane, would dominate their conversation. They’d have a thing or two to say about him, and more than a beer or two to go with it. But with the electric= ity still coursing through his blood at the memory of the guy’s mouth, Logan wouldn’t mind if they never mentioned Shane’s name again.<= /o:p>

Judd was right; the g= uy was hot. He’d never said as much, but Judd was easy enough to read. Logan= had felt the same way . . . attra= cted to Shane’s vibe—something he’d neither expected nor wante= d.

He turned to check the traffic before changing lanes and found a car riding alongside him. Damn if= he wasn’t going to wreck before he got enough beer in him to douse these weird flames.

Logan did a double-ta= ke, peering closer at the driver of the other car. Shane. Before Logan realized what he was doing, he waved a greeting, but Shane had his eyes on the road = in front of him and didn’t notice.

Logan lowered his han= d, but before he could refocus his attention on his own driving, Shane grabbed the= top of his head and yanked. A tumble of blond hair fell on his shoulders as the brown wig came off in his hand.

Logan gasped and forg= ot about watching the road, his gaze glued to the driver he’d thought he knew.

Shane pinched the cor= ner of his mustache and pulled it slowly from his upper lip. Logan almost drove off the road as he watched her rake fingers through her long, luxurious mane of blond hair.

He took his foot off = the accelerator. All of the oxygen inside his car vanished. He lowered the wind= ow and sucked in a deep breath, shaking off the misgivings he’d had regarding his own sexuality over the past few hours.

“That sneaky bi= tch. No fucking wonder.”

As Shane—or wha= tever her name really was—pulled ahead, a slow smile crossed Logan’s = lips. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and hit the speed dial for Judd.

“Got my beer re= ady yet?”

“Remember Shane= ? How hot he was? How much you wanted to fuck him?”

The line fell silent = for a long moment then Judd finally responded. “I assume they are out of be= er and you’ve gone straight to vodka shots.”

“That was no or= dinary guy.”

“What the hell = are you calling me for? I don’t want to talk about him.”=

“I’m call= ing to tell you that he is not a him at all.”

“What? Man, take another drink—”

“Shane is a wom= an.”

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Chapter Five

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The sound of a clatte= ring phone met his ear, and Logan chuckled. Yep, he knew the feeling. A moment later, Judd came back on the line.

“Are you messin= g with me?”

“You know IR= 17;m not.”

“How—?= 221;

“I just saw her= pull a wig off her head and shake out a whole head of hair, not to mention she ripped off her damn mustache. You know, I just want to go on record—t= he mustache didn’t fool me for a minute.”

“Damn, shitR= 12;fuck! This is bad! Do you know what this means?”

“Now we can fin= d her, corner her, and get her naked?”

“It means there’s no way we can use that footage for the commercial!” Judd’s voice had taken on that ‘end of the world’ tone th= at usually meant exactly that—they were screwed.

“Why not?”= ;

“’Why = not?’ We’ve got nothing—a woman in drag—and we meet with the cl= ient tomorrow morning! You think that’s gonna fly?”

Logan considered this. “Yeah, kind of a rough spot.”

The laugh on the othe= r end of the line was more like the snort of an angry bull. “You are a mast= er of understatement, you know that?”

“Look, Judd. We= both said it—Shane or whatever her name is—had us sold on the damn product. There’s no reason the client has to know Shane isn̵= 7;t a man. We didn’t figure it out; they won’t, either. The commerc= ial was perfect—I say we run with it.”

Judd fell silent for = a long moment, and Logan waited for him to come to the same conclusion. There was = no way he wouldn’t.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” L= ogan confirmed. “Definitely yeah.”

“But, you know,= that chick really could have screwed us.”

“But she didn’t. Nobody will ever know she isn’t a guy except you and me. Harry didn’t even figure it out.”

“But she could = have screwed us. Man, that pisses me off.”

Logan laughed. “= ;What pisses you off is angsting over your sexual orientation for no reason.̶= 1;

“Shut up. Hey, = you got her number, right?”

“Yeah.” He flipped through the papers on the seat beside him. “I’ve got a number, assuming she didn’t lie, as she is obviously prone to do.R= 21;

“I think we have another job for Shane.” He cleared his throat. “Call her. Get h= er to meet us at the bar.”

Logan chuckled. ̶= 0;Okay . . . and?”

“Tell her we ne= ed a private meeting—tonight. Tell her we’ve got a part, and it’s goin= g to be a series of spots paying somewhere in the mid-thirties, each. You got me? Don’t let on we know a damn thing. Tell her it can’t wait. We&#= 8217;ll give her a taste of what real men are like.”

Logan pulled the car = to the side of the road and sucked in a deep breath. “Man, I hope you’= re not suggesting we hurt her—”

“Hurt her? What the hell, Logan? Of course I don’t want to hurt her.”=

“What do you wa= nt then?”

“I want to give= her a taste of her own medicine.” The phone fell silent so long Logan thoug= ht he’d lost him. Finally, Judd spoke again. “Then I want to get h= er naked.”

* * * * *

Storm shoved the key = into her front door and stumbled inside. She tossed the wig and her purse onto the lounge chair. What a day. She’d pulled off the subterfuge of the cent= ury. She had five thousand dollars in cash in her pocket, and the bill collector= s would soon be off her back. Why, then, had her initial elation gone flat?

“Hey, Storm. So, how’d it go?”

She turned and fell o= nto the sofa as Steve and Mark walked in. “Hey you two. Wow, you both loo= k great. Where’re you going?”

Steve waved his perfe= ctly manicured hand in the air and spun around, showing off his royal blue, lace= -trimmed gown. “Oh, just dinner. But we wanted to hear you dish first! Did it work? Or have you been in jail all this time?”

She shook her head. “Nope, not in jail. Mark’s clothes and your glasses and mustach= e did the job.” She held the glasses out to him.

“You mean they = bought it?” Mark kicked the door closed and came into the living room to tak= e the glasses.

She pulled the wad of hundreds out of her pocket and fanned it out in front of her. “They bought it all right.”

Mark sat down beside = her and patted her leg. “That is fantastic, Storm!”

Steve sat on the arm = of the lounge chair and crossed his legs. “Hang on a second here. You got the part, you got paid, and no one was the wiser. So, why so glum, chum?”=

Storm sighed. “= You should have seen the two guys who hired me. I think they own the production= or advertising company or something. They had another guy, Harry, with them.” She winked at Steve. “He thought I was fine, by the way.”

“Of course.R= 21; Steve eyed her carefully. “But what about the other two?”<= /o:p>

She lowered her gaze = and sighed. She hadn’t intended to talk about this, but what the hell? Th= ese two were her best friends. “They were hot.”
“What’s w= rong with that?”

She glanced up and he= r face grew warm. “As in hot, you know? There was electricity crackli= ng all around us. The hair on your wig stood on end.”<= /p>
“Ah, I see.R= 21; Steve nodded. “And?”

“And they think I’m a man, Steve!” She rose from the sofa and went to the kitch= en. “You guys want a drink?”

“Sure,” M= ark said, and Storm saw the look he gave Steve. “So, these men think you&= #8217;re a man, which leaves you unable to get into their pants unless you want to g= ive them the surprise of a lifetime.”

She poured vodka into= three glasses then added a splash of orange juice and some ice. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but essentially that’s the problem, yes.”

Steve picked up one o= f the drinks and sipped from it. “What problem? Just meet them again as a woman, a= nd let nature take its course.”

“They wanted Sh= ane, not me!”

“They did?̶= 1; Mark smiled. “Maybe we did our job too well.”=

“Looks like it.” Steve gave a musical laugh.

Storm took a long dri= nk of her screwdriver. “Besides, how would I get in to see them as a woman? I’d be just another actress looking for a job.”

“Good point,= 221; Mark said. “Although you’re a very good-looking actress. Maybe the wig-rising would happen without the wig?”=

“I doubt it.= 221;

“Well, look hon= ey.” Steve patted her hand. “It’s a big ocean, and there are plenty = of other places to cast your bait. You just gotta keep fishing for one who wan= ts a pussy instead of magic man parts.”

She chuckled then sho= ok her head. “It bums me out. I mean, I was only there for a little while, b= ut I’m telling you . . . there was fire. I could so picture it—= 221;

“With which one?” Mark asked.

“Both.” H= er cheeks burned hotter. “Seriously, both.”

“Interesting. M= aking up for lost time, are we?”

“It doesn’= ;t matter. I’ll never see either of them again.” She shrugged. “Except of course as Shane. They did say they’d contact me if anything else came up. At least it’s work.”
“Now see? That’s the way to look at the bright side. If you can’t have lo= ve, darling, enjoy your career. Or rather, Shane’s career.” Steve giggled then took another delicate sip of his screwdriver.=

Before Storm could re= spond, the phone rang. She placed her drink on the coffee table. “Oh man, who could that be? Probably another bill collector.”

“You can answer= it now,” Mark said, tipping his glass toward her. “You’ve got the money to pay them, remember?”

“Let the machin= e get it.” Steve laughed. “They’ve waited this long. Make ̵= 6;em wait a little bit longer. That’s what real men do.”<= /span>

The three of them lau= ghed as the answering machine kicked on.

“Shane, this is Logan. We have another job for you. It’s big, and the money is bigger= . Can you meet us—”

Storm raced to the ph= one and snatched it off the base. She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m here.”

“Oh, good. Can = you meet us at Jack’s Corner Bar in about twenty minutes? We might have another gig for you, and we’d like to talk to you about it right away.”

“Sure, I could = do that.” She grinned at Mark and Steve and worked hard not to jump up a= nd down. She’d get to see them again. Maybe there was some way to . . . = .

But no. She’d m= eet with them as Shane. She tried to be optimistic about it. After all, her new acting career seemed to be taking off, even if her love life appeared to ha= ve taken a permanent nosedive.

She sighed. She shoul= d take the boys’ advice—focus on her career. Mark had already pointed = out the obvious—she wasn’t seeing a lot of action in the man depart= ment anyway. How could she miss what she’d all but forgotten existed?=

“Terrific. I= 217;ll meet you there. Thank you.”

She hung up the phone= and glanced around. “Now, where did I put that wig?”

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later= , she walked into the crowded bar, once more transformed into Shane. The woman un= derneath the mustache and clothing still wanted to think of a way to tell these gorg= eous men that she was available, even as the man on the outside had begun a great-paying acting career.

Wait a second. What i= f she told them Shane had a sister? Feel them out and see if they were interested= in women or not? Oh please, that’s obvious. They wanted Shane, remember?

She sighed and glanced around. At a far table in the darkest corner of the bar, Logan stood and wa= ved to her. He looked just as good—if not better—than he had earlie= r. Judd stood up beside him, and a vision of the two of them standing naked, side-by-side, flashed into her mind.

She shook the image a= way. She had a job to do. Don’t blow it, girl. Someday in the futur= e, she would figure out how to approach these men as herself and turn her litt= le fantasy into a reality. But until then, she literally couldn’t afford= to break character

“Hello again.&#= 8221; Judd held out his hand. She moved slowly toward him, as Steve had taught he= r to do. Men didn’t jump forward to grasp hands. They were smooth, cool an= d certainly not as thrilled as she was at this moment.

“Hello.” = She shook hands with both men then sat down.

They stared at her fo= r a long moment, and she felt the beginnings of panic. What was wrong? She rubb= ed her chin then adjusted her glasses. Checked her image in the wall of mirrors behind the bar. Yes, she looked exactly the same as she had earlier, better, even, in the dimly lit room. So why were they just standing there staring at her?

“What do you wa= nt to drink?” Judd finally asked.

“Oh.” She clamped her teeth together. Men didn’t say ‘oh.’ Leaning = back in her seat and resting her elbow on the back of the chair, she cleared her throat. “Scotch and soda.”

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Chapter Seven

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Both men finally sat = down, and Logan waved a hand toward the bar. A waitress walked over. “He’ll have a scotch and soda, and we’ll have another round.”

Storm wasn’t su= re what to say, so she waited for the two men to speak first. Unfortunately, n= either of them seemed willing. They sat back in their seats and stared at her. The= ir gazes were unnerving, and she forced herself to remain still. Men didn̵= 7;t fidget when they were nervous, either.

“So.” Judd leaned toward her. “We have this part, and we want to test you for it= . We think you’d be perfect, but we’re going to need to see you with= out the shirt before we can be sure. Any problems with nudity?”

She blinked and her m= outh fell open. She clamped it shut and coughed to cover her surprise. “I don’t do that kind of work.”

Judd’s smile wi= dened a fraction then disappeared. “You’re an actor, aren’t you? It’s not a porn film.”

“You know, Judd= . . . .” Logan leaned back in his chair. “We could do it with the shi= rt. Maybe a tank top. He’d look all right in that.”

She shook her head. “I prefer to keep my clothes on—all my clothes. If you need somebody to show their chest, find another guy.”

She rose from her sea= t, and both men stood with her. “Hey,” Judd said. “Not so fast. = If it means that much to you, maybe we can work around it.”

“Yeah,” L= ogan added, “We want you.”

She glanced from one = of them to the other, her heart racing. Something about the words and the way he’d said them—was this the come-on she’d been expecting? “Hang on. Is this about a part or is this about . . . something else?”

Judd stepped behind L= ogan and accidentally bumped into him. Logan’s beer splashed all over her. Storm looked down at her sodden shirt and fought back the panic.=

“Oh shit,”= ; Judd said. “Sorry, Shane. There’s a bathroom over there, man. I̵= 7;ll pay to clean the shirt.”

“That’s a= ll right,” she said, forcing herself to remain calm. She looked toward t= he back and saw the restroom sign. “I’ll be back in a minute.̶= 1;

Remembering her role,= she strode toward the restrooms, paused for one second at the door to the ladies room then kept going. Hopefully neither Judd nor Logan was watching. She pu= shed the door to the men’s room open and went inside.

Two guys were standin= g at the urinals, and she averted her gaze, walked into one of the two stalls and closed the door.

Trembling all over, s= he sucked in deep breaths. This was a stupid idea. How had she ever believed s= he could fake being a man? She’d been lucky today, but if she’d thought about it for even one minute, she’d have realized her career = as an actor was bound to turn out like this. Sooner or later, every male actor would remove his shirt, wouldn’t he?

And that half-assed c= over job—pretending she had standards that prevented her from taking off her shirt or wearing a= tank top? Good grief. Beyond stupid. How had she not foreseen this?

She leaned against th= e wall and looked down at her shirt. She stunk like a damned saloon. She ought to = find a back way out, avoid the two men, change her phone number, take her five thousand dollars and call it a day.

The sound of squeakin= g door hinges echoed through the room. She peeked between the cracks in the stall.= The two men who’d been using the urinals when she came in must have gone.= She reached for the door handle, but another sound echoed in the tiled room and= she froze.

“Shane?”<= o:p>

Oh shit—Judd. “Yeah?”

“Sorry about the shirt man.”

“No problem.= 221; She had to get out of there. She reached for her zipper, zipped it halfway = down then back up, flushed the toilet with her elbow and stepped out of the stal= l.

Walking to the sink, = she saw Judd out of the corner of her eye standing at one of the urinals. Men didn’t talk to each other at urinals, did they? She glanced into the mirror and barely recognized herself. She slowly washed her hands, keeping = her gaze pinned on the sink, and waited for Judd to finish his business.

When she heard the di= stinct sound of a zipper being pulled, she turned off the faucet and grabbed two p= aper towels from the dispenser. She glanced up to locate the trash bin. Logan le= aned against the exit door.

Storm nodded a greeti= ng. “Get another beer?”

She took a step towar= d him, but he didn’t move. “No. I’ll get one after.”<= /o:p>

“After?” = The word hung in the air for a long moment. “After what?”

Chapter Eight

Judd was suddenly beh= ind her. Although neither man touched her, they were both standing very close. = She straightened her shoulders. “What’s going on, guys?”=

“I’d real= ly like to see you without the shirt,” Judd said.

She turned around to = face him. “I told you I don’t do that kind of work.”

“What if we said please?”

She wouldn’t mi= nd a bit. He, however, would. “You guys are gay, huh? Good for you, but I’m not. Step off.”

“Oh, we’r= e not gay,” Logan said.

Judd’s eyes nar= rowed. “But we’d still like to see you without the shirt.”<= /o:p>

“I just told you—”

“Yeah, and you = also told us your name’s Shane.” Logan chuckled. “That wasn’t true either, was it?”

Her heart stopped. She’d been discovered. They’d found out and had brought her her= e to corner her. If she screamed, the sound would echo off the tile walls, but w= ould anyone come? Could anyone hear her over the din outside?<= /p>
Judd smiled as he too= k hold of her wig. She grabbed his hands, but there was no stopping him. He pulled= it off her head and held it in front of her. “What’s your real nam= e, honey?”

She could barely brea= the. “Storm.”

Judd grasped the edge= of the fake mustache and gently pulled it from her lip. “Storm. Nice name.”

Logan nodded. “= Very nice name.”

“What did you t= hink you were doing?” Judd’s eyes narrowed. “You could have co= st us the client, the account, and a lot of money with that stunt.”=

“I’m an actress. I needed the work.”

“She’s a = hell of an actress,” Logan said. “You have to agree with that.”= ;

“I didn’t= say she wasn’t good. I’m saying we now have a commercial for male enhancement products being sold by a cross-dressing woman.”

“You hired me. = Out of a room full of other guys. You didn’t have to pick me.”

“True enough.&#= 8221;

“I still think = it was the right choice,” Logan mused.

“But she lied to us.”

“I was just doi= ng my job.” Both of them were standing so close she could feel the heat off their bodies. She glanced at the door behind Logan and wondered if there was any way she could get around him and out of here.

“I’m thin= king we should get our money back.” Judd smiled.

She shook her head. “Now listen, guys. I did the job. You can’t just—”<= o:p>

“Judd, we can&#= 8217;t take the money back. That wouldn’t be right. She did the work, even if she lied.”

“You’re right.” Judd nodded. “Maybe we could take it out in trade.̶= 1;

Logan pressed in clos= er to her back and spoke into her ear. “So, are you interested?”=

“In what? You m= ean about the other part you’re casting?” Her mind had gone blank a= nd her heart was pounding. “I thought you made that up to get me here.”= ;

“We did make th= at up to get you here.” Judd smiled. “Are you interested in ei= ther of us?”

“Either of you.= ” She parroted, looking back and forth between them. The meaning of the quest= ion began to sink in. Could they really be suggesting what she thought they were suggesting? “You mean, am I interested?”

“Yes, honey.= 221; Logan took a strand of her hair and looped it around his finger. “That’s what we mean.”

“This is some k= ind of trick.”

They looked to each o= ther then back to her. Judd spoke first. “It’s no trick.”=

“Yeah, and we’ve agreed to leave the choice up to you.”<= /p>
“Agreed to leav= e it up to me—” She seemed destined to repeat every word they spoke until she could form some coherent thought of her own. “But, why?R= 21;

“Why?” Lo= gan asked. “Well, because neither of us was willing to step down—&#= 8221;

“But obviously = one of us would have to—”

“So the loser w= ill leave quietly and quickly—”

“As long as you= ’re the loser, I’m sure you will,” Judd added, casting Logan a lops= ided grin that made Storm’s heart pound. “I might not be that quiet.”

Logan laughed. “He’s a sore loser, but don’t feel pressured to choose him out of pity.”

“I don’t = need pity,” Judd said.

She studied the two m= en. This had to be a trick, no matter what they said. “So, I’m to choose one of you, whichever I prefer—right now?”

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Chapter Nine

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“Well.” J= udd looked around the dingy bathroom “This isn’t the best place in the wor= ld to make a decision like that. And you don’t really know either one of= us. Why don’t we have a drink or two and give you a chance to think about it?”

“Yeah, take your time. We’re here. Might as well have a few drinks, talk, hang out for= a little while,” Logan added

Have some drinks. Wer= e they planning to spike her liquor with something and . . . she couldn’t let herself complete the thought. “I think I’ll pass.”

Logan frowned. “Really? On both of us? You sure?”

“I’m sure.” She glanced from one to the other of them. Neither made any threatening moves, but for a moment she feared they weren’t going to = let her out of here.

Then Judd took a step= back. “Okay then.”

Logan sighed and step= ped away from the door. “No harm in asking, right?”

Either they were bett= er actors than she was or they’d been serious. What was she doing? This = was exactly what she’d wanted, and she was throwing it away? Storm ran a = hand through her hair. “Maybe we could go ahead and have that drink?”= ;

Judd rested his hand = on her cheek and stroked her lips with his thumb. “I like your mouth. Yeah, = we could have that drink, if you’d like.”

“And you might = change your mind,” Logan added.

“Then, you could still make a choice, and you and I can go to my place.”

“Or she and I might head to = my place.” Logan tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He opened t= he door and swept his hand outward. “After you, m’lady.”

Rock music filled her= ears as they reentered the bar, Logan walking in front, Judd following close on her heels. She hadn’t paid much attention to her surroundings when she’d arrived, too preoccupied with her own thoughts. But now, flanke= d by the two gorgeous men, she looked around the bar. As she watched the couples dancing, she began to formulate a plan. A crazy plan, but what the hell? If= she were going to go for it, why not go for it?

They sat at the table= , and each of the men moved their chairs a little closer to hers.

“Maybe I’= ll have something I actually like to drink this time,” she said, putting= a hands over each of theirs. “How about a screwdriver?”

“Sounds good.&#= 8221; Logan squeezed her hand. “Judd?”

Judd motioned to the waitress. “We’ll have three screwdrivers.”

The waitress did a double-take when she saw Storm, but said nothing as she walked away to get their drinks. Storm sat back in her chair and ran her hands through her hai= r. “I still get to keep the money, right?”

Judd nodded. “Y= ou get to keep the money.”

“And you’= re not messing with me?” She stared at Logan and forced out the words racing through her mind. “You really think I’m attractive?”=

His grin warmed her in places that hadn’t been warmed in too long to remember.

“In a way that = was freaking us out, if you want the truth.”

Her hands trembled, a= nd she was glad when the waitress arrived with their drinks. As soon as she set th= em down on the table, Storm picked hers up and took a long sip.

“Not to sound i= mpatient,” Judd said, “But I’d love to see you naked. Those clothes are do= ing nothing for me anymore. You have any feelings yet about which one of us you like?”

She choked on her dri= nk and tried to clear her throat.

Logan patted her back, picked up his drink and tapped it against her glass. “You’ll ha= ve to excuse my friend. He played Romeo in our high school play—his last= exposure to romance. Take another swallow. Might help.”

“I can be as ro= mantic as the next guy.” Judd took a drink from his own glass. “I just= prefer to do it naked.”

Logan tilted his head= back and forth, as if considering Judd’s words. “I see your point, b= ut women like to be wined and dined. They don’t want their clothes ripped off = and taken with wild abandon.”

“Some do—= Storm might.”

She coughed again, cl= eared her throat and took another drink of the vodka. The deep, rich voices of the two men’s banter combined with the liquor had begun to soften her aro= und the edges. The choice between them opened up before her. She could hardly go wr= ong either way.

Judd rested his hand = over hers. “How are you going to choose?”

“You know it= 217;s possible I don’t like either one of you.”

They glanced at each = other then back at her. “Nah!” They said in unison.=

How would she choose?= Both men watched her, grinning. The real problem, of course, was she didn’t want to pick one. Maybe Mark was right—perhaps she did want to make up for lost time.

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Chapter Ten=

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“She needs some criteria,” Logan said.

“Criteria?̶= 1;

“Criteria.̶= 1; Judd nodded. “I like that idea. I graduated from Harvard with—&= #8221;

“Storm’s = not going to be impressed by your Ivy League degree, Judd.”

“All right,R= 21; Judd continued, “if she doesn’t want to hear about education, h= ow about upbringing? How much money is in my wallet? What kind of car I drive?= ”

Logan’s gaze mo= ved over her body slowly and carefully. “I’d say she’s less intere= sted in where we came from than in where one of us is going to take her.”<= o:p>

The words tingled like diamonds pouring over her body. “And what kind of place would that be?”

“Somewhere betw= een pleasure and ecstasy—fulfillment?”

“I’ve yet= to see any of those places on a map,” Judd said. “And I’ve g= ot a killer GPS.”

“I’d visi= t them if we found them.” She could keep up this kind of banter all night if necessary. Having two men flattering, tempting and competing for her was al= most as exciting as the reality of leaving with them.

‘Almost’ = being the key word. There must be some way to convince them to take her out of he= re together. But how?

“Maybe we should start with somewhere a little closer?” Judd rose from his seat and he= ld out his hand. “The dance floor, perhaps?”

A thrill of heat moved through her, but she looked down at her clothing. “I’m not dres= sed for it.”

He took her hand. = 220;I don’t care. What’s that line—‘dance like nobodyR= 17;s watching’?”

“I’ll get= another round of drinks,” Logan said. “One song, buddy. Then you have to bring her back.”

She held his hand and smoothed her hair back from her face as he led her through the crowd. Why should she care what any of these people thought of her? She didn’t k= now them. So what if she was dressed like a man?

Judd placed his hand = on the small of her back and pulled her into his arms on the dance floor. The prob= lem was she did care. She glanced d= own at her clothing once more and tried to smile. This was like some bad rendition= of Annie Hall. “Judd, I’m really not—”

“You’re beautiful.” They stood in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor.= His eyes never strayed from hers.

She lowered her gaze = and took a deep breath. If this was his idea of beauty, he was an easy sell.

“You don’t think so? Well, maybe I can do something—something to make you more comfortable.” He slid his hands to the bottom of her shirt and began = to unbutton it.

She chewed her lip as= he pulled the loose ends of her shirt tight around her waist and tied it in a knot ju= st below her belly button. He unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled one si= de of the fabric down over her bare shoulder. “There. Much better.”

He wrapped his arms a= round her again, pressed his hand against her back and pulled her close. A slow, melodious song filled the air. They swayed back and forth in each otherR= 17;s arms, and Storm drank in his warmth. Judd leaned down and placed a soft kis= s on her bare shoulder, and she shivered.

He was a superb dance= r. Storm lost herself in the moment. For her, the other dancers ceased to exist. The= re were only the two of them alone together on the floor.

She closed her eyes a= nd laid her head on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Storm. How= did you get your name?”

“I was born on = the sunniest day of that year.” She smiled with the memory. “My mot= her says she named me Storm to remind me that every life has rough times, that = my storms would come later. I think she planted the seeds of my becoming an actress w= ith that name.”

“What do you li= ke to eat?”

She gazed into his so= ft eyes. “Why?”

“So I’ll = know where to take you to dinner.”

She examined him care= fully. “I thought this was more of a one-night thing.”

“I’d love= to take you away from here, but I’m not much on one-nighters. Gave that = up in my twenties.” As the song ended, he pulled her even closer and pla= ced a gentle kiss on her lips. “If one night is what you’re interes= ted in, maybe I’m not the best choice.”

He led her carefully = back through the crowd and waited until she was seated before dropping back into his own chair. He picked up his screwdriver and took a long drink.

Logan looked at the t= wo of them. “Okay, what happened?”

Judd set his glass on= the table and leaned back in his chair. “She’s interested in one night.”

She turned toward him= . “I didn’t say that. I—”

“Isn’t th= at what we’ve been discussing?” Logan’s brows drew together. “Or has something changed I don’t know about? One dance made th= at big a difference?”

“Why don’= t you dance with her and decide for yourself?” Judd asked.

Logan nodded and rose= from his seat. He held his hand out toward her. “Actually, I have another idea. You trust me?”

“Maybe. Why? Wh= at do you have in mind?”

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Chapter Eleven<= /b>

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“It’s a surprise. Take a chance?”

She took his hand. “All right.”

He led her to the disc jockey table. “Wait here a second.” He leaned over and spoke in= the disc jockey’s ear. The DJ said something back then glanced at her. Lo= gan spoke to him again, but she could hear nothing over the music. The DJ nodde= d, pulled his microphone from the stand and handed it to Logan.

Turning to his CD con= sole, he pressed a few buttons and stepped away from the table. Logan held his hand toward her. She stepped over to him. “What’s going on?”

“Can you sing?&= #8221;

Her eyes widened. “What?”

He took her hand and = pulled her close. “Imagine for a moment that I’m calling you tomorrow = . . . and sing with me.”

The disk jockey walke= d to the bar carrying a wad of bills as the opening bars to Neil Diamond’s= Hello Again began. The couples on the dance floor fell into each other’s arms and began to dance.

And Logan began to si= ng.

It should have been c= orny; under different circumstances, with any other man, Storm very well may have laughed and walked away. But the sound of Logan’s rich, beautiful voi= ce captured something deep inside her. She couldn’t take her eyes off his face as he sang, facing her, seeming to see only her in the crowded bar.

The words rolled over= her like a gentle waving breeze caressing her skin. She could join him—sh= e knew some of the words—but she was no singer. The drinks gave her courage, though, and she opened her mouth and sang quietly along with him. “= ;And I feel this way, when I hear you say, hello.”
The music swelled, an= d he cupped her face as he sang along, oblivious to the crowd of dancers who swayed to = the music in each others’ arms.

As the final notes of= the song echoed through the room, the DJ returned from the bar carrying three drinks. He handed two of them to Logan then turned back to his control boar= d. “How about that everybody?”

The crowd applauded a= s Logan handed one of the drinks to Storm. He clinked his glass against hers. ̶= 0;To you, Storm.”

She smiled and took a= sip. “Delicious. You and the drink.”

He pulled her against= him and kissed her tenderly. The applause swelled and rolled over her. He ended= the kiss, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and waved his drink to the crowd= . He took her hand and led her back to their table to continued applause.

When they reached the table, Judd was standing, clapping along with everyone else. “Not bad, there, buddy. I haven’t heard you sing since college.”

“Yeah, it’= ;s been awhile since I had any motivation.” Logan laughed and slapped hi= m on the back. He pulled out Storm’s chair and she sank gratefully into it. Finally, the applause died down and her warm cheeks began to cool.

“Remember that = place we used to go?” Logan asked Judd. “It was a rat trap, but the karaoke was a blast. Old Time Rock and Roll? How about delighting us with one for old time’s sake?”

Judd shook his head a= nd laughed. “I think this place has had enough karaoke for one night.= 221; He turned to Storm. “You have a lovely voice. This can’t be your first time singing in front of a crowd.”

“I used to sing= all the time, but in the shower for the most part. I haven’t sung in years.” She placed her hand over Logan’s. “That was fun. I wonder if there are any karaoke bars around here. Maybe we could go to one&= #8212;all three of us?”

The two men looked at= each other and laughed. “Maybe some time,” Judd said. “Of cour= se, once you pick one of us, we might not be speaking to each other.”

“You won’t be speaking to me.” Logan amended.

They’d obviousl= y been friends a long time, but if she needed another reason not to choose, she= 217;d found one. She cleared her throat. “Picking one of you might ruin a g= reat friendship. Perhaps I shouldn’t choose.”

They leaned forward a= t the same time.

“Judd hasn̵= 7;t had a date in about six years—”

“Logan doesn= 217;t even remember what it’s like to—”

She laughed. “N= ow it sounds like you’re both rooting for the other guy.”<= /span>

Judd nodded. “We shouldn’t put this off on you.”

“Yeah, one of us should walk away.”

Walk away? = That didn’t sound good. She= shook her head. “But—”

“Hell, we had a= good time, right?” Logan motioned to the waitress for another round of dri= nks. “Besides, after a few more drinks, we’ll be toast and maybe won’t care so much that we both lost the most attractive woman-impers= onating-a man we’ve ever seen.”

“I’ll sti= ll care,” Judd said, clinking his glass against hers.<= /p>
The door to the bar o= pened and a breeze blew in through the mass of people. A cold chill moved over her flesh. If she wasn’t careful, she would lose two incredibly interesti= ng and attractive men.

She smiled at them bo= th. How could she manage this? There was no way to pick just one of them. Judd was quiet, but sexy as hell. His eyes burned with a steamy passion she’d = only imagined in her dreams. And Logan—fun, funny, and also too sexy for words. Neither of them were making any moves to leave, however, which gave = her hope. “I’ll choose.”

“How?” Bo= th men spoke at the same time.

She pursed her lips. = There had to be a way to have them both. There just had to be. An idea began to f= orm in her mind, and she nodded slowly. “Okay, here we go. Answer these q= uestions correctly, and you’re the man.”

“Look out, Judd. Quizzes are my specialty, not yours.”

“Who had a 4.0 = GPA in college?” Judd retorted. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’= ;t you.”

“What’s t= he question?” Logan asked, ignoring him.

She forced a smile to= quell the nervous thrumming of her heart and leaned back in her chair. “Have you two ever had the same woman?”

“No,” the= y both said at the same time.

“How does that resolve—?”

“Give her a min= ute. She said questions, plural,” Judd said, obviously interested n= ow. “Go on, Storm.”

“Have you both = ever been interested in the same woman?”

“No,” they chorused again.

“Not even once?”

“Not remotely,&= #8221; Judd said.

“He doesn’= ;t have any taste—or rather, he didn’t until today.”

“And I thought = I was falling for a guy,” Judd muttered.

“We both did, remember?”

“Maybe you both= do want a man after all?”

They gaped at her. &#= 8220;Uh uh, no,” Judd finally managed to choke out.

“No offense, Ju= dd.”

“None taken.= 221;

“Okay.” S= he nodded. Time to go for broke. “Have either of you taken any of those = male performance-enhancement drugs you were making me sell to an unsuspecting public?”

Chapter Twelve<= /b>

Both men laughed. = 220;I can’t speak for Logan, but I haven’t. However . . .” Judd reached into his pocket. He rattled two blister packs in front of her. “We did get a sample of them. Be glad the commercial didn’t inv= olve you actually having to take them, or you might have been exposed a lot sooner.”

“Yeah, not gett= ing a rise out of those jeans might have tipped us off.”<= /p>
She took the packets = and opened them. Spilling out two small pills, she picked them up and held them= between her fingers. “The first step to making a decision involves you both taking these.”

Their brows rose. Judd pursed his lips. “Isn’t that going to leave one of us pretty ha= rd up for a while?”

“‘Hard= 217; being the key word—up to four hours if you can believe their advertis= ing,” Logan said.

Judd eyed the pills. “I believe it.”

She placed the drugs = on her napkin. “That’s a risk you’ll have to take if you want to stay in the competition.” Her head began to swim, either from the alc= ohol or the risk she was taking. If both of them refused, she didn’t see h= ow she could save the evening.

“Let’s sa= y we both agree to take it,” Judd said. “These pills do come with medical risks, you know. You recited them.”

“Yeah. I don= 217;t remember everything you said in that commercial,” Logan said, “= but I remember there were a lot of possible side-effects. The staying-hard-for-= four-hours being among the most frightening, if I’m going to end up by myself.”

“What I’d= like to know is—” Judd began.

“Oh, yeah” Logan pointed at him. “What is she willing to risk in return?” =

“Exactly.”= ;

Perfect. The conversa= tion was going exactly as she’d hoped. She sucked in a breath. Be caref= ul what you wish for. She squared her shoulders. “What am I willin= g to risk? I’m offering my body up to their testing, of course. I advertis= ed them today. Tonight, I can see if they really work.”

Both men fell silent = for a long moment. Judd finally spoke. “I’m no scientist. I don’= ;t test products for clients.” He took her hand in his. “I am, however, willing to test them if you’re going to be there.”

“I’m with Judd,” Logan said. “So to speak. I’m willing to take one = if I’m going to test it with you, but I really don’t want to if I’ll be alone for the next six hours.”

“So, are we at = an impasse then? Neither of you will take one unless you are certain you are my choice?”

They nodded then look= ed at each other. “That’s about the size of it, yeah.”

She took another long= drink from her glass and took the final step. “Then, I choose you both.R= 21;

“What?”

“What the hell?”

“Sorry fellas, = but that’s the deal. I wanted you both when I walked in here, when we wer= e in the bathroom together, when we danced and sang. The whole time we’ve = been sitting here, I’ve wanted you both. I tried to decide how to pick jus= t one, but I can’t. Logan, your voice drives me insane. Judd, your eyes are = what Peter Gabriel called ‘the doorway of a thousand churches.’ I wa= nt you both.”

Judd rose abruptly fr= om the table. “Logan, let’s talk.”

Logan got to his feet, albeit a little slower. “All right. Storm, hang on, will you?”<= o:p>

Judd grabbed his coat= , and Logan followed suit. The two men walked out the front door of the bar, leav= ing her alone.

She leaned back in the chair and stared at the two pills in front of her. Good job, Storm. You = just blew that royally.

* * * * *

Judd pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. Taking a deep draw, he blew smoke= into the cold air. “Want one?”

“Think I need one.”

Judd shook one from t= he pack, and Logan took it. Judd lit it for him. They stood together smoking in silence for a long moment, the wind whipping around them.=

“She’s something else,” Judd finally said.

“She’s no= t the woman your mama wanted you to bring home, that’s for sure. But yeah, = she’s something else.”

Judd laughed. “= Since when did I ever bring a woman home to meet my mother? Since when have you?”

“Never. My moth= er’s met you—that’s it, no women.”

“That’s w= hat I thought.”

“And I have to = tell ya, I don’t think she’d be that thrilled to think I was considering seeing you naked.”

Judd shrugged his shoulders. “She wants us both or nothing.”

“We both walk, then?”

Judd shook his head. = “I’m not walking.”

“Me either.R= 21;

They smoked a while l= onger in silence. Logan finally stubbed out his cigarette. “She’s one woman. There are millions of them out there, millions who don’t give ultimatums like this.”

Judd laughed. “= Go find yourself one and I’ll stay here.”

Logan laughed along w= ith him. “Ah hell. So, we’re going back in?”

Judd shrugged. “= ;And telling her ‘yeah’?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” L= ogan smirked. “I’ll never be able to have dinner at your parentsR= 17; house again after this.”

“Who says they’d invite you?” Judd shoved him through the front door and = pointed toward the bar. “This way first.”

Logan nodded and they= made their way through the crowd. Judd ordered two shots of tequila and they dow= ned them.

“Ready?”<= o:p>

“Yeah”

They walked to the ta= ble and Storm glanced up from her drink. Her eyes glittered in the semi-darknes= s, her blond hair curling around her face. “Hello again.”

“Judd’s apartment is larger, but I’m certain my bed is more comfortable. Your choice.”

“Or your place,= if you prefer,” Judd added.

The look of relief sw= eeping over her features surprised him. Did she think they’d left her here? Maybe he should have. Three was definitely a crowd. He tried to imagine how this was going to work. He and Logan had agreed, though. Neither of them wa= nted to leave, and something about what had happened earlier, those moments of watching her and wanting her all the while believing she was a man hung in = his imagination. Whatever it was, it was probably something he should walk away from. But he couldn’t make himself do it.

She picked up the pil= ls and held them in her fingers. “If we do this right, gentlemen, we might n= eed all three places.”

Chapter Thirteen

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They each took a pill= , and she picked up the drinks she’d ordered while they were outside. They = must have been out there longer than he’d thought; the glasses had begun to sweat. He took his and popped the pill into his mouth. Logan smiled and did= the same. The three of them tapped their glasses together and drained the conte= nts.

“Probably not s= upposed to take these with alcohol.” Logan wrapped his arm around her and pul= led her close to his side.

“People use the= se things on their honeymoon and anniversaries and stuff. The manufacturers ha= d to have factored alcohol into the equation.” She placed her hand in Judd’s and squeezed it. “Besides, all of life is a risk, right?= ”

The question was what= kind of risk? If he hadn’t had so many drinks, he might think about it. Instead, he tightened his coat around him. “Go hard or go home.”= ;

Within moments they w= ere walking toward the parking lot. The cold air didn’t cool his heated t= houghts as he watched Logan and Storm stroll along the pavement in front of him. St= orm turned and spoke over her shoulder. “You know what? None of us are sober eno= ugh to drive.”

“True,” J= udd said. He sucked in a breath of cold air, his heart pounding in his chest. W= as this an effect from the drug or something else?

“Taxi, then?= 221; she asked.

Judd shook his head a= nd pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. A taxi was too public. Whatever ha= ppened, he knew one thing—they needed privacy. “I’ve got a better idea.” He scrolled through his speed dial program, pressed send and h= eld the phone to his ear. “Yeah. Pick us up at the bar on 4th, would ya? We’ll be in the back parking lot. Yeah, the stretch.”

Minutes later, the company’s black limousine pulled into the parking lot. Judd opened the door and waved his hand expansively. Storm kissed him with moist, soft lips= and trailed a finger down his cheek. “Nice ride.”=

“Only the best.”

She climbed inside. L= ogan wiggled his brows at Judd then followed her in. Judd took another breath of= the frigid air, got inside and pulled the door closed. “My apartment, Rob= ert. And close the privacy panel.”

Robert followed his instructions without comment. He’d worked for them for years and coul= d be trusted. However, the fewer people involved here, the better. The thought t= hey were already one person too many hung in the back of his mind.

Go hard or go home= , he told himself again.

Logan opened the smal= l refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “Anybody thirsty?”

Storm took the bottle= from his hand and opened it. She took a sip then rested the bottle between her thighs. Slowly, she untied the knot on her shirt and undid the remaining bu= ttons.

Logan put his arm on = the seat behind her, but his gaze remained glued on her as he followed her acti= ons. She slid the shirt off and picked up the bottle once more. She dribbled the bubbly liquid over her naked breasts. Judd forced his gaping mouth closed.<= o:p>

She slid closer to Lo= gan, pressing her side against his. “Logan is thirsty. Aren’t you, Logan?R= 21;

His friend needed no further invitation. He dropped to his knees and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Logan grasped her other nipple between his fingers and squeezed = it.

Judd’s cock beg= an to throb, and he pressed his hand against his crotch to relieve the pressure. = What was turning him on more? Her long, slender neck exposed as she lay back aga= inst the seat, or Logan’s mouth on her breast? He shook his head. It’= ;s the drug, he told himself. It’s the drug.

He would sit here and= wait for Logan to finish.

Go hard or go home= .

Shut up, he told hims= elf. He rolled the window down an inch and let the cold air blow over his face. He closed his eyes. Yeah. Cold air wasn’t helping. Every impulse inside = him wanted to join the two of them, cover her mouth with his and take hold of h= is friend’s hand and put it on his cock.

He leaned over and gr= abbed the bottle from her hands, sat back and took a long drink. What the hell was this? The memory of wanting Storm when he thought she was a man vibrated through him once more. His gaze returned to his friend sucking hard on her breasts, his hands sliding over her pearlescent skin.

The longer he watched= their writhing bodies, the more he shifted in his seat. One at a time was the only way this was going to happen. He just hadn’t realized his body would = be raging through the whole event.

“Judd, come over here.”

Her voice startled hi= m. He waved a hand and forced a smile. “I’m good. I’ll wait my turn.”

“Come and kiss me.” Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to moisten them. “Please.”

He was moving before = he had the chance to think. Damn, his body wouldn’t resist the invitation no matter what his mental plans had been. He sat beside her and claimed her mo= uth, intentionally placing his hands around her neck to keep them from straying elsewhere.

Her lips parted and he deepened the kiss, tasting champagne and the lingering flavor of orange jui= ce on her soft lips. She placed her hands on either side of his face, warmth f= rom her palms adding to the heat building inside him.

The sound of Logan= 217;s heavy breathing broke into his mind. He fumbled for the armrest stereo controls. Without releasing her lips, he pressed the knobs until music filled the int= erior of the vehicle. He blindly continued punching buttons until the station pou= nded hard rock around them, the pulsing beat matching the throbbing of his cock, effectively drowning out the sound of Logan’s moans.

But the pressure of L= ogan’s leg against his wasn’t as easy to stifle. He grabbed Storm’s ha= nd and placed it on his crotch. She squeezed his hard cock through the fabric = of his slacks. Yes, that felt good.

The desire burning th= rough him did not exclude her. She was as sexy as any woman he’d ever seen, more than most of them. But the other sensation, the overwhelming need to s= lide his hand over Logan’s shoulder, was just as strong and shook him to t= he core. He clutched her hand and squeezed. Her hand tightened around his cock= .

He lowered his lips t= o her neck and opened his eyes. Logan was undoing the belt around her waist and u= nfastening her jeans.

“We going to do= this here?” Judd asked, lifting his head from her neck. A claustrophobic p= anic began to consume him. If they got naked in this car, his control would crac= k. The space was too small and the burning heat inside him just too hot.<= /o:p>

“Among other places,” Logan said, sliding the jeans down her long legs. “You want to wait?”

Storm unfastened Judd= ’s slacks and slid her hand inside his briefs, her warm fingers encircling his erection. He leaned back and closed his eyes, clenching his fists and press= ing them into the leather seat. The soft moan from her lips combined with the movement of her hand drove him to the edge of control. He didn’t want= to do this in the car, but damn, his body was thrumming. As long as he focused= on her, the other, darker urges could not surface. He forced his eyes open. &#= 8220;No, I don’t want to wait”

Logan lifted one of h= er legs and put it on his shoulder, separating the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He stroked her with his tongue, and Judd’s cock twitched aga= in. He closed his eyes. The music echoed through the car’s interior, and = he shook his head and opened his eyes. “Logan, hang on a second, man.= 221;

Logan lifted his face= from her pussy, his lips wet with her moisture. “What?”

He struggled to take a breath against the constriction in his chest. “I can’t do this.”

“What? Do what?”

“Both of us, li= ke this.” Judd pulled her arms over her head, stretching them high until= her breasts stood at attention. He focused on her body. Beautiful. Supple. Everything he needed. The only thing he needed, dammit to hell. R= 20;Take a look at her, man. I don’t want to share—not like this.”=

“It’s not= up to you. It’s up to her, remember?”

“It’s not= only up to me.” Storm tightened her grip on his erection. “There are things I want—but there are things you both want, too.”

A moan escaped his th= roat as he tried to concentrate on her words and keep his eyes off Logan. “= ;Yes, there are. More of that, to be sure.”

She smiled and squeez= ed again. “Maybe we should take turns having what we want.”

“Take turns?= 221; Logan’s brows rose in interest. “What did you have in mind?R= 21;

“We have hours.= We can take our time. I’ll tell you what I want, and you do it. If you don’t want to, one of us gets to ask you a question. If your answer i= s a lie, we’ll know it, and you have to do it anyway. Fair enough?”=

The hard, hot panic resurfaced inside Judd. “I’m going to need some ground rules if we’re doing this.”

“Ground rules? = You’re killing me, Judd. What exactly do you think we’re going to make you d= o? Think she’s going to make you fuck me?”

Chapter Fourteen

&= nbsp;

Storm’s laughter filled the vehicle, and Logan joined her.

Judd forced a smile, = pretty sure his clenched teeth resembled only that and not the tight hold he had on his control. “Just so we’re clear, no I’m not going to fuck you. We’re all clear on that?”<= /p>
“What made you = think I’d let you?” Logan said, continuing to laugh at him.

We both thought sh= e was a guy. And we both wanted her. Remember? He wanted to say it, but kept his teeth clenched in t= he charade of a smile. He shoved hard at the memory, but it refused to leave h= is mind.

Logan smiled at him a= nd punched him in the arm. “Unless you want to, that is.”

Judd leaped toward his friend and clenched his shirt in his fists before he realized what he was doing.

“Dude.” L= ogan shook his head but made no move to protect himself. Logan’s face was = mere inches from Judd’s, and as he watched, Logan licked his lips, his eyes unafraid. No . . . no fear showed in their shiny depths, but there was some= thing else. Interest? Holy shit.

“Fellas wait!&#= 8221;

Storm scrambled off t= he seat and tried to separate them, but Judd’s fingers tightened on Loga= n’s shirt. Logan’s breath on his face brought another wave of raging heat through his blood. Too close. Entirely too close.<= /p>
“Judd.” L= ogan blinked as his gaze moved over his face. “She turned me on, too, man.= Remember? It’s no big deal, dude.”

“It is a= big deal.” Judd’s voice was barely loud enough to be heard over the pounding rock music. He struggled with the emotions raging through him, his hands unwilling to release the hold on his friend’s shirt. Whether the additional chemicals running through his veins or the alcohol or the earlie= r vision of Storm dressed as a man was the cause—he didn’t know. But he = was certain of one thing—he wanted Logan, too.

“Man,” Lo= gan said, putting his hands over both of Judd’s. “Listen. We’= ve known each other forever. We trust each other, right?”

“Right!” = His blood continued the fast, hard burn through him and mingled with his anger.= He didn’t want Logan. Dammit, no. He did not want him.

Logan smiled slowly. “Okay, then. Trust me on this.”

Before Judd realized = what his friend was about to do, Logan leaned forward, grabbed his face and kiss= ed him.

The pressure of his l= ips, the scratch of his five o’clock shadow, and the taste of the champagne mingled together in the timeless moment. Judd couldn’t move.

Logan’s lips pa= rted, and his tongue traced a line over Judd’s lower lip. His cock ached as= a wave of heat flushed through his body. Taking control, Judd parted his own = lips and his mind fell victim to his body’s unrelenting desire.=

When Logan ended the = kiss, he turned and smiled at Storm. “You like that, huh?”=

“Judd?” H= er voice awakened him from the heated, blurry memory of Logan’s mouth. He turned to look at her, to grasp some kind of solid foundation in the swirli= ng movement of the vehicle. Or was that swirling coming from inside him?<= /o:p>

She lay back against = the seat again, her legs wide, two of her fingers deep inside her pussy, her ot= her hand twisting her nipple. “Fuck me now?”

Confusion drained fro= m him like water flowing through pipes. He turned back to Logan.

The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled as a smile teased the corners of his lips. “We all right?”

Judd shook his head a= nd laughed. “What in the hell made you think I wouldn’t kill you f= or that?”

“I already told= you. I’ve known you forever. Storm in men’s clothes was just too much for either of us, I think.”

“Maybe I’= m just too sexy for one gender,” Storm said.

Both of them turned t= oward her. She stroked herself with a concentrated fury now, her fingers buried to the hilt inside her.

Judd released his hol= d on Logan’s shirt and smoothed the fabric down. “You know, she just= might be.”

“Would you both= like to join my little party over here? Watching you two has me very close.̶= 1;

Logan patted JuddR= 17;s shoulder. “Works for me.”

Judd nodded, the last vestiges of any desire to stop the inevitable fading into the fast thrummin= g of the music.

Judd dropped to his k= nees and took her hand. Slowly pulling her fingers out of her slick opening, he placed them on his tongue. Logan unfastened his slacks, pushed them down his thighs and sat beside her on the long bench seat. She slid her body around until she lay on her side, her head in his lap. Surrounding the tip of his = cock with her lips, she began to lick slowly and carefully. She slipped her tong= ue over him, taking his entire, considerable shaft into her mouth and then mov= ing back up with a firm suck.

Judd couldn’t t= ake his eyes off of the two of them as he licked the juices from her fingers. H= er warm hand suddenly encircled his cock, and Logan’s erection sank deep= er and deeper between her lips. He started to say something, but the words bec= ame lost in the fast, hard stroke of her hand. She yanked her hand from his gra= sp and once more buried her fingers inside her pussy.

The heat between his = legs raged to a conflagrating inferno, and between the view of her mouth on Logan̵= 7;s cock and her fingers diving inside her moist pussy, his body teetered on the precipice of a collapsing dam.

Logan looked up and f= ocused his gaze on Storm’s hand on his cock. Judd could almost feel the heat= of his friend’s gaze on his flesh. Logan clamped his free hand down on Judd’s shoulder, and his shout echoed through Judd’s chest. With the clench of Logan’s fingers, the dam crumbled beneath him, too, and= his shout of release joined his friend’s. Storm cried out and her body trembled, joining them both.

Judd collapsed agains= t the seat and fumbled for the bottle of champagne, found it, and took a long swallow. He held the bottle to Storm’s lips. She took a quick swallow then looked up at Logan. Judd gave his friend the bottle and closed his eye= s.

They fell silent unti= l a familiar stirring in his groin startled him, and he opened his eyes. His cock was ha= rd again, redder and thicker than before. Logan’s groan pulled his eyes = from his own erection to Logan’s. Storm’s tongue slid around the throbbing head. She winked at him, her face animated. “Anybody else notice that we’re not moving anymore?”

Judd straightened and looked around the limo’s interior as Logan entangled his fingers from= her hair She was right. The limo was still, the engine turned off.

“Let’s ge= t out of here,” Judd said. “We’re barely into our four hours.”

“No time to waste,” Logan agreed. He grabbed Storm’s clothes and handed the= m to her.

Storm wriggled back i= nto her jeans and pulled on her shirt, trembling fingers attempting to re-do button= s.

Judd righted his pant= s then buttoned her shirt for her. “Okay? Everybody ready?”=

Logan struggled with = his zipper, unable to get his erection securely covered. “I don’t think the= se pants are going back together.”

“Braggart,̶= 1; Judd said. “Leave your shirt out and let’s roll.”

Chapter Fifteen=

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The trip to the front= door and up the elevator was a blur, and they were inside his apartment in what felt like mere seconds. As soon as Logan stepped over the threshold, he dropped = his jacket on the sofa, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt then whipped it off over his head. His pants hung loosely on his hips as he turned toward the kitchen. “Is one of the side effects of that damn pill the munchies? = I’m starving. This shit is worse than pot.”

“Pot never made= me want to fuck.” Judd followed him to the refrigerator and reached arou= nd him for two beers.

“I’m hard= as a rock.” Logan grabbed an apple, shut the refrigerator door and slapped Judd on the shoulder. “That is some good shit.”

So was he, hard as gr= anite and horny as hell. Judd tapped his beer against Logan’s apple and placed = the other on the counter top. “Can I get you something, Storm?”

“Bring it in he= re.”

The two men turned ar= ound and looked into the dining room. She leaned back on her elbows in the cente= r of the oak dining room table, naked. Her knees bent, her legs spread, she stro= ked her wet, swollen pussy lips. “You can bring your food in here, if you lik= e. Logan can eat, while you fuck me.”

Judd nodded at Logan. “You heard that, didn’t you?” He grabbed Storm’s be= er from the counter and headed toward the dining room, Logan close behind.

“Damn, she̵= 7;s hot,” Logan muttered as he took another bite of the apple.=

“Mm hmm. Glad y= ou didn’t chicken out?”

“Yeah. Glad = I didn’t.”

Storm stretched out h= er hand toward Judd. He was the one she wanted now—and then Logan. And if all went well, somehow, both of them.

One thought niggled t= he back of her mind when Judd leaned over and brushed a kiss over her lips. Ho= w could she walk away after tonight? Logan and Judd were close, closer than either = of them had ever realized. The memory of their kiss still burned through her b= ody. They’d invited her into their private circle of trust. Once she’= ;d crossed the threshold, would she ever want to leave?

Those are tomorrow= ’s worries. She str= oked Judd’s cheek with her fingertip and looked into his sexy, intense eye= s. Tomorrow would come soon enough. Live in the now.

Judd pulled his shirt= over his head, dropped his pants and climbed onto the table. She widened her kne= es and he slid between her thighs. Logan sat beside her and smiled as he chewed. He put the apple down to her lips and she took a small bite.=

Judd leaned forward a= nd blew on her pussy. His hair tickled the insides of her thighs as he got closer t= hen buried his face in her mound. Electric pulses quivered through her. She swa= llowed the bite of apple so she could pull in a quick breath. Thrumming pulses of = heat moved along the insides of her thighs as his tongue laved her pussy, stroki= ng the hardened nub with each movement of his tongue.

Logan took the beer f= rom Judd’s hand and dripped some over her nipples then quickly covered th= em with his mouth. Placing the bottle next to her nipple, he poured and drank, each suck clutching her heightened flesh with cold and heat.

The surging desire in= side her belly began to build with a fury, and her breath came in gasps. With two tongues working her most sensitive areas, she was drowning in tumbling wave= s of sensation. Tightening her legs around Judd’s shoulders, she gripped t= he sides of the table for support and lifted her hips to press her body harder= against his mouth.

She wanted to close h= er eyes and let the sensations roll over her and carry her away to the orgasm = lying on the other side of the next foaming wave of pleasure, but she also wanted= to watch the climb. Forcing her eyes open, she gazed at the two men, both work= ing hard at pleasing her. Judd devoured her pussy and Logan poured the last dro= ps of beer on her nipple and sucked it off. He rested his hand on Judd’s shoulder, and the sight of the two men touching drove her over the edge.

The orgasm washed ove= r her and her body quivered violently. She clutched the table, her body shivering= as she rode the waves of pleasure. Judd’s hands slid along the insides of her thighs then he rose onto his knees and lowered himself over her body.

The pressure of his c= ock against her entrance brought another wave of heat. She flattened her knees = on the table, opening herself fully to him. In one smooth movement, he sank hi= s enormous cock inside her, and her gasp was caught in Logan’s mouth as he cover= ed her lips with his.

She slipped one of her hands over his shoulders and reached for Judd’s body with the other. Pulling them both closer to her, she opened her eyes. Judd’s face was= just over Logan’s shoulder. His mouth a mere breath from Logan’s. She pulled him even closer.

Judd’s chin res= ted on Logan’s shoulder as he pumped steadily into her body, filling her, sliding away then driving forward again. The motion rocked the table on its slender legs, an unsteady world with two men anchoring her.

Logan broke their kis= s, but continued tweaking her nipples with his fingers as Judd moved faster and faster, driving her harder and harder toward another orgasm before she̵= 7;d fully recovered from the first.

Logan rested his chin= on Judd’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear.=

Judd shouted with his orgasm, and his heat filled her body. This, combined with the visual of Log= an’s lips at his friend’s ear, was too much for her. Her body convulsed as Judd continued to thrust until his cock grew soft inside her.

When his breathing re= turned to normal, Judd turned to Logan. “Let’s find the bed. This tabl= e is going to collapse.”

Logan stood, and Storm realized he still wore his pants. She sat up on the table and fought the wa= ve of dizziness swirling through her head. Too much to drink and too much plea= sure had begun to envelop her in a wild and unfocused haze.

Judd stroked her face= with the back of his hand. “You look a little dazed. You all right?”=

She managed to nod al= though her head felt disconnected from her body.

Judd climbed off the = table and kicked his pants out of the way. “Can’t risk you falling and hurting yourself. We need you.” The words spilled over her like warm summer rain as he picked her up and carried her down the hallway. She wrapp= ed her arms around his neck and smiled up at him.

Logan put his hand on= Judd’s shoulder. Storm rubbed Logan’s hand and licked Judd’s neck.

“Which one?R= 21;

“End of the hall.”

Logan squeezed her ha= nd then stepped in front of them and pushed the door open. “Hey, nice.&#= 8221;

Storm couldn’t = care less what the room looked like. She had two mostly naked men in a bedroom, = both of whom were horny as hell and wanted her. Who would have imagined a day th= at began as badly as this one had would end up like this?

She continued to kiss= and lick Judd’s neck, fascinated by the salty flavor of his hot skin. The scent of his body had seeped into her like the alcohol in her system and ma= de her head spin.

“Aren’t we supposed to be taking turns? Wasn’t that the agreement? Who’d l= ike to go first?” Judd let her legs slip from around his waist to the flo= or. He held her upright, and she sagged against him for support. “I think ladies should go first, but I defer to the majority opinion.”

“Good idea̶= 1; Logan began to massage her shoulders then let his hands slide over her back= . He pressed his body against her, his cock hard against her buttocks. “Wh= at would you like?”

She wiggled her hips against him and Judd caught her mouth in a deep, searching kiss. If she was expected to think while they were doing this, they had another thing coming. She could focus on nothing but the pleasure of their bodies. Whatever she wanted. What did she want? Anything. Everything.

Judd ended the kiss, = and stroked her hair away from her face. “Storm? Any thoughts?”

She smiled and nodded. “Lots of thoughts. Not many of them coherent.”

Logan wrapped his arms around her waist, trailing his fingertips over her belly. “Hey, I hav= e an idea . . . .”

Judd smiled into her = eyes. “Until you come up with your wish, want to indulge him?”

She nodded. The sensa= tion that her body parts were no longer connected to her but floated above the r= oom remained.

Logan backed toward t= he bed, pulling the two of them along with him. His body slipped away from hers for a moment, and she looked behind her to see what he was doing. He sat on= the bed, his erection standing tall between his thighs. “Spread her legs.”

Judd pressed her towa= rd him, trailing kisses over her face and shoulders. He took hold of her leg a= nd lifted it over Logan’s thigh. Logan took hold of her waist and pulled her sl= owly down onto his cock.

Judd lifted her other= leg and placed it over Logan’s other thigh so her pussy was spread wide o= pen, Logan’s cock deep inside her. Judd stood before her and she bent forw= ard and took his cock into her mouth.

Logan pressed his hips upward from the mattress and sank deeper inside her. Judd entangled his fin= gers in her hair and gently moved her head up and down on his erection. Both men moved so slowly, Logan inside her, and Judd gently caressing her face as she took his length into her mouth. The motion was luxurious—and entirely= too slow.

Grabbing onto Judd= 217;s waist for traction, she lifted her hips then moved her body up and down, harder a= nd faster. Logan’s thick cock surged and retreated. If she hadn’t = had Judd’s cock in her mouth, she would have shouted for both men to go faster, drive harder, take her.

She sucked on Judd= 217;s cock and wriggled her body to get to the orgasm building inside her.

“Minx,” L= ogan said, tightening his grip on her hips and forcing her to move slower.<= /o:p>

“She needs that cock,” Judd mused.

“She’ll h= ave to learn some patience. It’s my turn to have what I want.”

“What is it tha= t you want?” Judd asked in a conversational tone, but the tightness of his thighs gave him away. He flexed himself slightly forward each time she suck= ed his cock deep into her mouth. She could tell he was barely containing his o= wn desire to stop this slow movement and tumble down the mountain of pleasure = with her.

“Her wet pussy, mostly.”

Judd cleared his thro= at, and his hips stilled. “Mostly?”

Chapter Sixteen=

&= nbsp;

The words sank into h= er, and her pussy clenched around Logan’s hard cock. Her body was out of control, and only two things tethered her—one sliding in and out of h= er with slow, steady force and the other hard and hot between her lips.

She forced herself to= let Judd’s cock slip from her lips so she could speak. “What else, Logan?”

Judd took his cock in= his hand and rubbed it over her lips. She smiled up at him and saw the look of concentration in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her. He was watching = his friend.

Logan began to move h= is hips faster and gripped her waist tighter, moving her body over his. “= ;To come.”

As much as she liked = the idea, she suspected those weren’t the words he was about to say. She = saw Judd’s face—he didn’t think so either. Each deep thrust of Logan’= ;s cock stole her breath, and she gasped the next words. “I want my wish now, too.”

Judd stooped down and= took her face into his hands. He smiled. “Two wishes at the same time? Is = that against the rules?”

She shook her head and pressed her lips into a pout, working desperately to keep her eyes open aga= inst the pleasure threatening to take over. “I want mine now.”<= /o:p>

He kissed her quickly. “All right. What’s your wish?”

Her body shook with t= he effort of holding back the orgasm beginning to burn close to the edge of her control. “Train.”

He shook his head. “What?”

Logan’s movemen= ts slowed slightly. The moment of respite helped her gain control long enough = to get the rest of her words out. “Sit behind Logan. Rub his shoulders. = Make a train.”

Judd’s brows ro= se and he laughed. “A train?”

“Yeah, Judd.= 221; Logan laughed. “You heard her. Give me a massage while you’re waiting.”

Judd’s eyes nar= rowed, and she could see the hesitation in them. Logan stilled his hips and held h= er body in place, his cock buried deep inside her.

“You can have y= our wish when it’s your turn, Judd.” Her breathing was raspy and qu= ick. “But first mine. Sit behind him on the bed.” She wanted to add “touch him everywhere” but thought better of it. She wasn’= ;t sure if he was aware of the desire burning in his eyes at her wish or not.<= o:p>

His gaze traveled fro= m her face to the man behind her. He looked for a moment as if he were about to refuse then he shrugged. “All right.” He kissed her then rose.<= o:p>

“And I want to = turn around to see,” she added.

Logan must have liked= this idea because he lifted her off him instantly and turned her face-forward on= his lap.

“That’s n= ot a train,” Judd said, sitting down on the bed behind Logan. His jaw tightened.

“I’ve got= a twitch in that right shoulder, buddy,” Logan said, winking at her. “Start there while I get this train going in the right direction.R= 21;

She lowered herself o= nto his erection. She placed her feet on the floor and put her hands on her thi= ghs. Slowly and steadily, she raised and lowered herself onto his cock. She had control of the speed of this train now, and she was going to keep it. The s= ight of the two men naked and so close to each other was already sending the loc= omotive careening along the tracks.

Judd put his hands on Logan’s shoulders and began to knead the muscles with his long finger= s. Logan leaned back slightly against the pressure of his hands, and the sight of Ju= dd touching Logan sent waves of desire burning through her.<= /p>
She moved faster, lif= ting and lowering her body onto Logan’s erection, carefully watching the movement of Judd’s fingers as they tightened and loosened on Logan’s shoulders. The orgasm building inside her rode along the sharp edge of pleasure teetering toward the abyss.

Logan leaned forward = and grabbed her waist, thrusting his hips upward. When he moved, Judd leaned ov= er his shoulder and took her face in his hands. He pressed his mouth to hers.<= o:p>

The orgasm fell over = her like rushing water and she forced her eyes open. Judd deepened the kiss, his hands tightening on her as Logan shoved his cock deeper once more and cried= out with his own orgasm.

She planted her feet = on the floor and pushed forward, catching them both off guard. All three of them toppled over onto the bed, she on top of Logan, Logan lying on Judd.

None of them moved fo= r a moment as each struggled to catch their breath. Finally, Logan muttered, “I think the train wrecked.”

Judd worked his way o= ut from under Logan and stood. “Time for my wish.”

“How about a fi= ve minute break?” Logan asked.

“You want a break?” Judd’s voice was incredulous, and Logan smiled.

“Not especially= , but she might want one.” He placed his hand on her cheek and traced a line along the bottom edge of her mouth with his thumb. “Would you like a short break, honey?”

“I could use a = few minutes,” she said, her voice raspy.

“You can watch = her take a break.” Judd took her hand and pulled her up from the bed. She stepped unsteadily onto the floor, her knees weak with pleasure, her thighs burning from her efforts of moments ago. Judd wrapped his arm around her wa= ist and led her toward the bathroom.

“You can watch me bathe her. = That’s my wish.”

“Sounds good.&#= 8221; Logan’s voice was close, and she looked over her shoulder. He followed closely behind them, his cock hard once more.

“Sit there.R= 21; Judd pointed to the edge of the tub.

Logan sat down and pu= lled her onto his lap. He dropped his face to her breasts, nuzzling her nipples.=

Judd turned on the wa= ter and sat down beside them on the edge of the tub, holding his hand under the faucet. He splashed the water onto her back and stroked her skin with his w= arm fingertips.

“This is a big tub,” Logan whispered against her breasts. “Think we can all fi= t in there?”

“My wish doesn&= #8217;t involve bathing you, dude.” Judd turned on the shower head and climbed into the tub. “You can watch from behind the shower curtain.”

“We could proba= bly all fit if Logan sits on the edge,” she said. She got up slowly and climbed into the tub with him, sitting in the middle with her knees hugged = to her chest. She rested her forehead on them. Closing her eyes for a moment, = she let the water pour down over her head and shoulders.

“I like the two shower heads.” Logan spun around and sat on the edge of the tub near = the back and rested his arms on his knees. “Feels good in here.”

“I should have = gotten a sauna, too.” Judd got into the tub and sat behind her. He pulled her back against him, took the bottle of liquid soap and squeezed some onto her shoulders.

He smoothed the cool = liquid over her skin, the rough texture of his hands tingled along her well-used a= nd warm flesh. “Heavenly.”

Logan absentmindedly = picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hand. He gently lathered up= her hair as Judd rubbed her back then let his hands slide around to her breasts= . He washed them slowly and gently. She wanted to close her eyes and just let the two men administer to her but feared she might fall asleep with the quiet loveliness of the moment.

Both men once more ha= d erections. The commercial script had promoted “a minimum of four hours of person= al time” guaranteed with each dose. She rubbed both of her hands over her hair and gathered two wads of the lather. Slowly, she extended her hand tow= ard Logan’s erection. He was looking at Judd, but when her hand touched h= im, he startled, then smiled. His hooded gaze lowered to hers.

“Nice,” he said.

She joined both hands= over the circumference and length of him. “I’m wondering how long th= is drug is really going to last.”

“You read the script,” Judd whispered into her ear.

“I know.”= She leaned back against his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting the water from the showerhead fall onto her head, sending soap bubbles cascading over her face. As relaxing as this was, the tension from earlier returned. If she fe= ll asleep now, the night would end. “I might not make it four hours”=

Neither man spoke for= a long moment. She wiped the soap from her eyes to see what was going on.

Logan had one hand on= hers, helping her stroke him, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring behind her, to Judd.

She held her breath a= nd realized Judd’s hand was no longer on her body. The movement of his f= ist at the base of her spine told her all she needed to know. Judd was stroking= his cock, too.

She slid sideways and touched Judd’s hand as it moved furiously over his cock. She took his free hand in hers and moved it slowly toward Logan.

Judd’s body sti= ffened, but he did not pull his hand away. Slowly, slowly she continued the journey toward Logan’s cock. Watching Logan’s eyes carefully, Storm suc= ked in a slow breath. His gaze had not moved from its stony stare at Judd’= ;s cock.

When the distance bet= ween them dissipated like the floating soap bubbles in the tub and his hand was a mere breath from Logan’s hard, red cock, Judd stiffened again. Unless she yanked on his hand, it was going no closer.

For a long, breathless second, no one moved.

Judd finally pulled h= is hand away and lowered it to the side of the tub.

“You sure?̶= 1; Logan asked, his eyes burning hot coals, his jaw tight. “Doesn’t change anything.”

“It doesn’= ;t, huh?”

Logan’s brows r= ose. “I’ve thought about it.”

Judd moved beneath he= r then nudged her forward. He climbed out of the tub and rose to his full height a= few feet away, both hands hanging at his sides. His erection stood at full mast, his body dripping water onto the tile floor. His tongue traced a line over = his bottom lip before he spoke again. “Yeah?”

Logan stood slowly and faced him, his fists clenched at his sides, his body a stiff line. “Thinking is overrated.”

“Yeah.”

Storm’s heart p= ounded in her chest. The two gorgeous men were a breath apart, but neither took the final step. They needed her. Storm stood and stepped out of the tub. Her fe= et slid on the cold, tile floor as she moved between them. She grabbed onto the men’s shoulders to steady herself.

They both looked at h= er, and she searched for the words to bridge the gap between them. She caressed their shoulders. They needed a little push and they’d be in each other’s arms, but was it what they wanted? They’d known each ot= her a long time, and their apparent attraction had never surfaced before. Had w= hatever happened here tonight been caused by the drug? Or the alcohol? Some deeply slumbering desire finally surfacing? Or was she the catalyst?

Neither man moved as = their gazes searched hers.

Did they really have = to decide right now? They had time. Whatever they ended up doing tonight, she = assured herself, there would be other nights. She’d make sure of it. “S= o, you’re going with the commercial the way it is?”

Both men laughed, bre= aking the tension in the room.

“Hell yeah,R= 21; Judd said, his body relaxing against her hand. “We already told you we were."

“Not worried ab= out the sales figures? Or the client finding out I’m a woman?”

Logan brushed her hai= r away from her face. “Nobody has to know that but us.”

“Besides,”= ; Judd added, “Who knows how to get a man hard—or two men hard—b= etter than a woman on a Saturday night?”

~The End~

About the Author

Summer moves around a= lot all over the United States with her cat, Martini. Martini never likes = to stay in one place too long, and Summer agrees with her. She’s interes= ted in all the visuals and experiences life has to offer. She loves nude sunbathing and reading (and writing) the sexiest books she can (preferably = both at the same time).

To find more books by= Ms. Alan, visit her Web site at:

http://summeralan.wordpress.com/<= /a>

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If you enjoyed Storm Saturday Night, you might also enjoy the following books = from Noble Romance Publishing:

Thursday’s Child – Letting Go, by Dee Carney