When Captain Tammy Albright learns Sergeants Wayne Murphy and Lyle Collins are coming to the Army base to train helicopter pilots, she thinks the two soldiers will only be there for a few months before being discharged and she will have little contact with them. But things don’t always go as planned by the military—especially when two sexy men set their sights on a beautiful female officer. Tammy has old-fashioned values—but so do Wayne and Lyle—and neither man finds anything unorthodox about the coupling of two men with one woman. Will Tammy ignore her well-guarded ethics and have a relationship with the men? Has she gone too long without male companionship to pass up what they are offering her? How hard can it be for two virile solders to convince one petite woman that they have her back?

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Tammy’s Men

By

Fawn Lowery

Dedication

To Jay and Tina.

Chapter 1

Tammy Albright watched the chopper sit down on the tarmac. Turning toward the desk in the office, she tossed her clipboard down and picked up her cap. Sweeping one hand up the back of her head, she tucked in the stray red tendrils that had escaped the elastic band holding her ponytail. Angling the Army green cap on her head, she drew in a long breath and pushed through the office door.

Sergeants Wayne Murphy and Lyle Collins, members of a Special Forces unit stationed in Iraq, sat in the back seat of the copter. With only three months of their enlistment remaining, both men had been sent back to the States to await discharge. Tammy aimed her steps toward the helicopter as the pilot cut the motor. The thought that she would be in charge of the two Sergeants for their remaining stint in the service intimidated her a little. Both men had just finished their fourth tour of duty in the war-torn nation and being reduced to training chopper pilots seemed rather mundane in comparison to all the action they endured. Who better to train green recruits than two men who have experienced everything Iraq has to offer.

Experienced pilots, both Murphy and Collins had chosen the special unit after only one tour of duty. Ambushed over Kabul while picking up wounded soldiers of their division, Murphy suffered a shot in the arm and Collins took a bullet in the thigh. Both soldiers’ anger was aroused sufficiently for them to volunteer for the ground force, hunting down insurgents and capturing rogue leaders.

The doors of the helicopter opened and Tammy stopped, her gaze on the man jumping to the ground. Sergeant Wayne Murphy. He was tall and black, with short dark hair, dressed in Army fatigues. A pair of sunglasses hid his eyes. Tammy watched his long legs as he came toward her, her stomach clenching. He walked with a loose-limbed gait, as though filled with confidence and letting everybody in sight know it. A smile pulled one side of her mouth upward. I expected nothing less from Wayne Murphy.

Lyle Collins rounded the nose of the copter, joining Murphy as he headed toward Tammy and the hangar. Oh God. He was thinner than Murphy, but just as imposing. His shoulders were wide and the loose fitting jumpsuit he wore only served to call attention to the hard muscled body beneath. Every step brought him closer to Tammy and raised her pulse a degree.

“Welcome,” Tammy said, raising her right hand and saluting the men.

The pair halted, stiffened their stance and returned her salute.

Tammy smiled and extended her hand. “I’m Captain Albright. You’ll be taking orders from me.” She halted her words, seeing Sergeant Murphy’s brows rise. He smiled and glanced at Collins.

Tammy gritted her teeth. She feared the men would resent her. She turned on her heel. It would be sheer boredom training green recruits, but she hadn’t been the one to issue the order. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing that the men were following at a polite distance. She strode to the office, stepped through the door and turned to face them.

“You both have been assigned to D Barracks.” She handed each man a single key on a chain. “This is for your footlocker. You’ll be sharing a semi-private room at the rear of the barracks. The new recruits will be your roomies for the duration of your stay on the base.” She smiled slightly, aware that she was treating the two as though they too were new recruits. “You start flight training in the morning. There are forty-two newbies assigned to the flight program.”

Sergeant Murphy stared at her, a look of compliance on his handsome face. Tammy glanced from him to his cohort. Lyle Collins was standing relaxed, the key she handed him lying across his palm.

“Is there a bar near the base? I could use a drink.”

Tammy drew in a long breath. You pompous bastard. She tipped her head and met his blue gaze. Her pulse kicked up a degree. He was incredibly handsome. Deep set eyes were framed with thick brown lashes and when he smiled, she caught the sight of a tiny dimple in his left cheek. A dark shadow of beard graced his chiseled jaw and upon further inspection, she saw his right earlobe was pierced.

“You’re restricted to base, Sergeant,” she snapped, turning from them. As she strode toward the back of the small office, she swore she could feel their heated gazes on her ass. For a second she felt utterly out of place, as though she shouldn’t be in the job of managing the garage and overseeing the upkeep of the Army helicopters. She gritted her teeth. I’ll be damn if I knuckle under to these soldiers.

At twenty-eight, she had served her country for ten years. She spent four years in Iraq managing incoming wounded in the makeshift hospital at the temporary base. She knew the devastation war brought to families of the United States. Being around all the injured men had given her a sense of dedication to the service and ten months ago she was transferred back to Virginia and placed at the maintenance garage. Keeping the helicopters serviced and ready to fly out was a task she found rewarding. When the order came from headquarters that the hangar would be used to train new recruits, she was anxious to begin the process.

She had learned the two soldiers from the Special Forces unit would be back in the States a few months before their tours were up and made it a point to learn as much about them as she could. Still, her knowledge of their backgrounds hadn’t prepared her for meeting them face to face.

By profession, Wayne Murphy was a criminal attorney in California, single, and at thirty years old, established his own law firm. He was known for his ruthless behavior in court, taking on any prosecutor that dared come up against him. She smiled at the thought of watching the imposing man in court. Surely he would be a sight to intrigue even the most jaded spectator.

Lyle Collins owned a sporting goods store in LA. He was thirty, single and well to do financially. Comparing the two men, Tammy would have to say Lyle appeared the less aggressive. She shrugged. Going into combat in Iraq was a far stretch from managing a sporting goods store. Still, he had managed to spend almost four years fighting insurgents and hunting down rogue leaders and come back to the States in one piece.

A swell of respect bloomed inside Tammy. The men had endured a lot overseas and she had no intention of raising their ire while they were in her midst. But I’m not taking any bull from them either.

Chapter 2

Tammy signed her name on the form and shoved it into the cadet’s hand. “See Sergeant Murphy.”

The new recruit saluted, turned and hurried toward the mouth of the hangar.

Two helicopters were being checked over and three different mechanics were busy hooking up testers and running basic numbers on one motor. Tammy had signed the order taking both crafts out of service until they passed diagnostic qualifications. The noise inside the metal hangar was almost deafening. Her temples were throbbing and she wished the day would get over.

A breeze blew through the large building, ruffling Tammy’s hair and pulling her attention to the far end of the structure. Murphy and Collins were getting ready to take up two recruits. Murphy’s loud baritone voice carried on the breeze. She walked toward the gathering of men on the tarmac, her gaze pinned on the two veteran soldiers. They had been on the base for a week and sometimes she wondered why she had been saddled with them. Surely their talents could be put to better use if they would have remained in Iraq. A surge of regret raced through her insides. At times, Lyle and Wayne weren’t easy to get along with but she wouldn’t wish another tour on either of them.

She stared at Wayne as he spoke to the new recruits. Aside from being incredibly good looking, he had a sense of humor that surfaced from time to time. At first his easy mannerisms had surprised her, since he was a seasoned soldier with numerous battle hours to his credit. Lyle, on the other hand, seemed just the opposite in nature. He seemed much too serious about everything.

Tammy had only seen them once off base, and at first she tried to pretend she didn’t see either of them. She had stopped by the bar for a quick drink after a particularly exhausting day and just as she lifted the bottle to her mouth, she saw them step through the door. Holding her breath, she hoped they didn’t see her. They were much too attractive for her to become familiar with. God knew she had been without male companionship for so long she had almost forgotten how it felt to be touched by a man. The memory was debilitating. She rubbed her upper arms with her palms and turned away, not wanting to recall how they almost seduced her that night.

“Captain, there’s a phone call for you.”

Tammy turned at the sound of the voice. Corporal Lee McCormick shared the small office with her and assisted with the scheduling of the recruits sometimes. She nodded and strode toward the office. She had begun to count the days until she could go home. Her sister wanted her to come for a visit and she had been hedging about giving her an answer. Once the Army uniform was off her back, all she wanted to do was resume her sedate life and try to forget the carnage she had seen in Iraq and the newbies she had witnessed shipping out. War is hell.

The phone call only added to her headache. Another fifteen recruits were headed her way. She hung up the phone and took a pad of paper from her desk drawer. There wasn’t enough space in the barracks for more men. Issuing the request for transfer of some of the recruits was a necessary matter. Company B had just shipped out a group after only three weeks of training. She shook her head. Three weeks hardly seemed long enough to learn all there was to know about flying a chopper in war torn Iraq let alone risking a young pilot at the helm of a multi-million dollar piece of equipment.

“Sometimes I just don’t understand the Army,” she muttered.

“Me either.”

She turned at the sound of the voice, then wished she hadn’t. Wayne Murphy stepped into the office, his large form seeming to fill the small space to overflowing. Looking at him, she realized she felt vulnerable sitting at the desk. She put aside her pen and rose from the chair. “What can I do for you, Wayne?”

He smiled slowly and came toward her.

Damn! When am I going to learn?

“Well, let’s see,” he drawled, reaching one hand to her shirt front. “You can strip off your clothes and spread your legs, Tammy.” He drew in a deep breath. “You smell a lot better than those recruits.”

Tammy slapped at his hand and took a step back. Since that night in the bar, both men had been making passes at her. Though they were arousing to the point that she creamed her panties, she knew she should find a way to put a stop to their continued advances.

Wayne threw a sheath of papers on the desk. “Sign these. Three of the recruits don’t have the stomach for flight maneuvers.”

Tammy’s brows drew together. She had witnessed one of the men getting sick earlier but she had no idea it was due to being up in one of the helicopters. She raised her gaze and stared at Wayne. “You didn’t do something unorthodox, did you?”

“No, ma’am. I just took them for a little flight and they decided they didn’t want to be pilots after all.” He stared at her. “If a recruit can’t handle being up in a chopper in a peaceful setting, he sure as hell won’t be able to fly in combat.” He pointed at the papers. “Sign the fucking papers and send the kids back to basic training.”

Chapter 3

Tammy twisted the doorknob and pushed the door into the apartment. A relieved sigh left her throat. It had been a grueling day. The new recruits arrived at the hangar, each one seeming more eager than the other to take lessons in the helicopters. All had bellowed their discord when she informed them that part of the lessons would be in the classroom. A few of the newbies had heard that Sergeants Murphy and Collins were there to teach and voiced their opinions of the soldiers. Their praise made her smile and filled her insides with pride.

As she kicked the door closed with one foot, she thought about her reaction to the young recruits’ praise for Wayne and Lyle. Was she merely reacting to the fact that she knew the soldiers? Or had she felt a bit of possessiveness toward the men?

“Either way, I’m screwed.” She removed her cap and pulled the pens from her hair, letting the thick mass fall about her shoulders. “I’m getting too attached to those guys.” She shook her head and crossed the room to the small kitchenette. Opening the fridge, she removed a bottle of beer. “They’ll be gone in a couple of months and I’ll be heading home a little later. They’ll forget me and I’ll forget them.”

She bent and untied her boots, then kicked them off. Tugging the green t-shirt from her fatigues, she headed to the couch in the living room. Dressing like a man all day only reminded her that she was a woman beneath the loose fitting fatigues and heavy boots. She settled on one end of the couch and brought the bottle of beer to her lips.

Thinking about her life only made her realize that she was getting older and there was no one in her bed. She groaned. It wasn’t easy finding a man who appreciated her for who she was. If she just wanted sex, there were plenty of opportunities to strip off her clothes and fuck. She thought then of Wayne’s words earlier in the day. He was teasing, of course. Or was he?

Since the two had arrived at the barracks, she had been bombarded with thoughts about her life. Seeing them on a daily basis, watching them with the younger recruits, seeing them interact with each other, well, everything seemed to bring more questions to mind. They appeared inseparable. She cocked her head. They weren’t gay by any means. A shiver of lust snaked up her spine, making her adjust her seat on the couch. She had never met two men who exuded sexual awareness as they did. Whenever she glanced at either of them, her nerves quivered. She gulped the last of the beer and rose from the couch.

Removing a second bottle from the fridge, she sat at the kitchen counter. It was difficult thinking about the men and deciding to resist them. They made daily passes and it was growing harder each time to ignore what they were offering her. Her brows drew together. If they were offering something more than all the sex she could crave, she might reconsider.

She laughed out loud and took a sip of beer. With the weekend lying before her, she should put her mind on something productive. Not that thinking about sex with Wayne and Lyle wouldn’t be productive—in a way. “Oh hell, get a grip.”

Stripping the t-shirt over her head, she carried the bottle of beer to the bathroom. Maybe a long hot soak in the tub would clear thoughts of Wayne and Lyle from her mind. She started the tub filling and squeezed in a hefty amount of lilac scented bubble bath. As the fragrant mist filled the room, she recalled Wayne commenting on how good she smelled. “Stop thinking about those two,” she shouted. She turned on her heel and hurried to the bedroom for pajamas. It was almost dark and she didn’t have plans of going out. “Maybe I’ll watch a movie and nibble on popcorn.”

As she pulled pajamas from a dresser drawer, she admitted that she was talking to herself far too much. But then she hadn’t always been bombarded by the likes of two virile soldiers vying for her attentions. She returned to the bathroom and undressed, glancing at her body in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She was attractive, her hips were nicely curved and her breasts were full. She raised one hand and smoothed her palm across one mound. Her nipple peaked, making her draw in a quick breath. “Damn! I’m really horny.”

Stepping into the frothy water, she sank down to her neck and closed her eyes. Just a few more weeks and it will be all over. She would be on her way home. Her eyes opened and she grimaced. She still hadn’t decided what to tell her sister. On the one hand, she wanted to see her again, but on the other hand, she knew she would preach to her about how she was living her life. Just because Helen had a husband and three kids, didn’t mean she should follow suit. Helen might be her big sister and she had bossed her when they were growing up, but she didn’t need her advice now. She was her own person, able to manage her own affairs.

The telephone sounded from the living room. Tammy laughed. It never failed. Just as soon as she relaxed in the tub, someone called. She listened and counted the rings. Helen usually called soon after she got home from work. It was probably her. “I can do without hearing her voice—at least for this evening.” She closed her eyes and sank a little further in the warm water.

Chapter 4

Tammy dried and pulled on her pajamas, then brushed her hair until it lay in shiny waves across her shoulders. Applying moisturizer to her face and throat, she gazed at herself in the vanity mirror. Tiny lines were beginning to appear around her eyes. She turned her head and moved closer to the mirror. “I don’t want to think about getting old.” Tossing the moisturizer into the vanity drawer, she hurried from the bathroom.

Dinner came to mind as she entered the kitchen. She had planned to stop by the pizza parlor on her way home but her thoughts were on Wayne and Lyle to the extent that she was glad to find a private haven. She combed one hand through her hair, pushing the mass over one shoulder. Opening the fridge, she took a carton of Chinese noodles from the shelf. Placing the carton into the microwave, she poked the button and leaned against the counter while the food heated. Leftovers would do for tonight and tomorrow, she would go grocery shopping.

She hated living alone almost as much as she hated being without a man in her life. She shrugged. “What the hell. Unless I could find a chef to live with, I’d still have to fix my own meals.”

The microwave timer buzzed and she removed her food. Taking a fork from the drawer, she slid onto the stool at the counter. Eating alone had its advantages. She didn’t have to dress. If she wanted to eat in pajamas, it was okay. If she wanted to strip off all her clothes and dine naked, the choice was hers.

“Listen to me. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s alright to be alone.” She chuckled. “And I’m talking to myself again.”

A knock sounded on the front door, interrupting the one sided conversation. She listened, wondering if she had imagined the noise. The knock sounded again and she put down her fork. “Crap. Who can that be?”

Walking to the front door, she thought briefly of hurrying to the bedroom for a robe, then dashed the idea. She’d look through the peephole first and see who it was. As she stood on tiptoe and positioned her eye against the round portal, she saw it was dark outside. Then she saw the two men standing before the door.

“Oh my God!”

“Tammy, open up, babe.”

She leaned her head against the door and tried to think of a reasonable excuse to tell the pair to go away. It was too late in the day to be dealing with two soldiers who sexually excited her at every turn. She gripped the front of her pajama top. It was far too thin to think either of them would pass up the chance to comment on it or how her breasts were visible through the filmy material.

The knock sounded again on the door.

“We know you’re home. Let us in.”

She laughed at Lyle’s words. They made her think of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf. She grimaced. “Yeah, but instead of one wolf at the door, there’s two.”

“I heard that,” Lyle said. “If you don’t open the door, I’ll have Wayne huff and puff and blow the damn thing in.”

Tammy laughed and sprinted to the bedroom. Grabbing a robe from the closet, she jabbed her arms into the sleeves while she hurried back to the living room. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll behave.” She heard them laugh on the other side of the door. Her stomach curled as she released the lock and twisted the doorknob.

“We’re here on a mission,” Wayne announced, stepping into the living room.

Tammy shook her head and gathered her robe across her chest. Wayne carried a pizza box and the aroma immediately assailed her nose and made her hungry. As Lyle followed him into the room, she saw the six pack of beer he carried.

“And that mission would be…” She said, her brows rising.

“Oh, nice jammies,” Lyle remarked, his gaze traveling her length. “Is that Mickey Mouse?”

“No, it is not,” Tammy informed him. It’s Scooby Doo. She laughed, reminded that her sister had sent her the pajamas as a joke. When she was a kid, her favorite cartoon character was Scooby Doo.

“We brought pizza and beer. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Wayne crossed the room and set the pizza on the coffee table. “Yes you have. I smell something Chinese.” He wrinkled up his nose. “Don’t tell me you’re eating leftovers, babe.”

“So what if I am?” she countered, raising her chin in the air.

Wayne and Lyle laughed. “Good thing we came to rescue you then,” Lyle said, flipping the lid of the pizza box. “Pepperoni and Italian sausage.”

“And double cheese,” Wayne added.

“I’ll get some paper plates,” Tammy offered, leaving the men. As she took the plates from the cabinet, she smiled. In a way she was glad they had come over. She bit her bottom lip. She really should go put on some clothes. The thought lodged in her mind. The night clothes were thin and even with the robe tied around her waist, the illusion of her nudity beneath was still very evident. She paused, the plates in her hands. If she hurried to the bedroom and dressed, she would feel more comfortable around the men. Indecision rose inside her.

“Are you coming with those plates, Tammy? We’re about to starve to death,” Wayne called.

Chapter 5

Tammy returned to the living room with the paper plates just as Wayne began opening the beer. She stepped around the coffee table and placed the plates beside the pizza box. As she realized she might be putting herself in a precarious position, Wayne rounded the coffee table and took a seat on the couch to her right. One glance at Lyle and she realized he was about to position himself on her left side. Her pulse skittered in her wrist.

They acted as though it was the natural thing to do—sit on the couch with Tammy pressed between their hard bodies. Each man helped himself to a slice of pizza and a beer, then settled back to eat. Tammy drew in a long breath, trying to calm her senses and reached for a beer. As she brought the bottle to her mouth, she reminded herself that she had already drunk two. Any more liquor and she might lose control. She set the bottle aside and took a slice of pizza.

Their bodies were hot pressing against hers. She could feel the muscles in their thighs and one glance at either man, brought her gaze to the muscles in their arms. Hard biceps flexed as they ate and when Wayne raised the beer bottle to his mouth, she paused her chewing. His skin was beautiful, as though he had spent a long time out in the sun getting tanned. Her gaze traveled along his forearm, noted the tattoo of an eagle in flight, then continued to his hand. It was large, the palm callused. She jerked her head around, cautioning herself about getting caught staring at him.

Lyle reached for another slice of pizza, grabbing her attention as he bent forward. His t-shirt stretched across his back and the play of muscles nearly made her moan out loud. She stared, her jaw dropping open. Ribbons of elongated muscles lay taut and flexed with his movement. He reached for another bottle of beer and her gaze followed his outstretched arm. A well developed bicep flexed, relaxed, then flexed again as he twisted the top off the bottle. Tanned skin flecked with dark hair along his forearm and the back of his hand brought her gaze traveling upward to his shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat when she inadvertently looked into his face and locked gazes with him.

Lyle smiled slowly and winked. “The cat is out of the bag, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Tammy stammered, jerking her gaze around. Her cheeks felt as though they were about to burst into flame. She hurried to bring the slice of pizza to her mouth.

“Yes you do,” Lyle replied, his tone teasing. “You like to look at me as much as I like to look at you.”

The urge to jump off the couch and run came over her. She shifted her feet, yanked the hem of her robe across her knees.

Wayne chuckled. “I like a good ogle.” He took a bite of pizza and chewed, staring at Tammy.

Lyle poked her in the ribs with his elbow. “It’s okay to look and it would be really good if you touched.”

Tammy laughed and shook her head. “All right, I guess I was having a little peek.” She sighed and reached for the bottle of beer. On second thought, maybe a little more liquor would erase her inhibitions.

“Babe, we don’t want you drunk,” Lyle said, taking the bottle from her hand.

“Sex is always better sober,” Wayne remarked.

“Who said anything about sex?” Tammy asked, looking from one man to the other. Her stomach curled deliciously when she saw them smile. She groaned and slumped on the couch.

“It’s obvious we’re attracted to you, honey,” Wayne said. He put aside his plate and curled one arm around Tammy’s shoulders. “Since the first day we arrived at the base, we’ve wanted to get between your legs.”

Tammy sucked in a quick breath.

“Sweetheart,” Lyle said, reaching one arm around her waist. “We’ve been waiting for the opportunity to tell you how we feel.” He leaned toward her, stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “Is this really coming as a surprise?”

She shook her head. “No, I suppose not.” She bit her lip. The thought of being attracted to two men nearly blew her senses. She looked from Wayne to Lyle, then back to Wayne. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

“Why not? We’re adults.” His fingers closed on her upper arm. “I suppose you’re wondering about us sharing you.”

She nodded. Her cheeks were burning. Just the idea of being with two men sent her senses somersaulting in a million different directions. “I…I…I’ve never felt this way before.”

Lyle caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her head toward him. “Wayne and I share everything, Tammy. We’re like blood brothers. We think alike, love the same things and hate the same things.” He chuckled softly. “In Iraq, Wayne had my back and I had his.” He shrugged. “I guess we got used to sharing things, being up against horrible odds and coming out on top.”

Tammy grasped his fingers. “Have you…shared a woman before?” Her voice was a low whisper, her nerves trembling.

“No,” Lyle shook his head. “We’ve shared a lot of things, food when we were so hungry we thought we would starve, ammunition when we were pinned down and waiting for reinforcements, water, we even held one of our own when he caught a bullet in the head and died.”

Tammy raised one hand and covered her mouth. “Stop, please. I don’t want to hear about the war.”

“The war made us strong, honey,” Wayne said. He tightened his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.

His heat quickly seeped through her filmy nightclothes, stinging her flesh. For an instant, she fought the urge to press fully against him, to pull away the fabric separating their bodies and enjoy the contact.

“It made us realize that life is short and precious,” Lyle said, his voice soft. He picked up Tammy’s hand and held it. “There’s nothing wrong with two men wanting the same woman or one woman wanting two men.” He raised her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Two men can just add to a woman’s pleasure.”

Chapter 6

The large bronzed hand slid slowly along Tammy’s ribcage, drawing a trembling breath from her lips. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to take her into a world of sensual delights. She stretched, moving her arms so that the men could remove her robe and pajama top. There was no turning back now.

When her top was pulled over her head, she felt like she should cover her breasts, but she kept her eyes closed instead, aware that her body was burning with embarrassment and desire. She bit her lip and tried to understand that it was okay to live for the moment. Both Wayne and Lyle had been in battle and knew the value of life. She had been in Iraq and knew the possibility of being killed any second. Having sex with two men was in no way similar to war, but allowing the act made her feel alive for the first time in a very long time. She moaned when Wayne slid one arm beneath her thighs and lifted her off the couch.

Winding her arms around his neck, she tucked her head into the nook formed by his shoulder and collarbone. Her body pressed against his chest and she sighed at the feel of the hard muscles pressing into her side. When he carried her to the bed and laid her down, she opened her eyes and looked at the men. They were magnificent and she fought the urge to speak the words. Wayne was bigger than Lyle, his shoulders broader, he was taller. She turned her gaze on Lyle as he stripped his shirt over his head. The sight of his beautiful chest made her pull in a quick breath. A dark brown spray of curly hair bridged the distance between his male nipples and a narrow wisp trailed lower on his abdomen then disappeared at his waistband.

A thought collided with the lust racing through her mind. We can’t have unprotected sex. As she tried to find the correct words to voice her concern, she saw Wayne remove his wallet from his pants pocket and take out two condoms. He handed one to Lyle and placed the other on the nightstand near the bed. A small smile touched her lips.

“We’ve got your back, sweetheart,” Lyle said, smiling down at her. He pushed his pants off his hips and let them fall around his feet.

When Tammy saw Lyle’s hard erection, she sucked in a quick breath. It was long and fully engorged and they hadn’t done anything except fondle a little on the couch. She bit her lip. Maybe it has been a long time for both of them. In the back of her mind, she supposed they had been too busy doing their jobs in Iraq to seek out personal pleasures.

Wayne set one knee on the edge of the bed, drawing Tammy’s gaze. The sight of his body made her stomach tremble. He was so big and broad, his muscles rippled across his torso. She trailed her gaze along his chest and lowered to his crotch.

In the next second, the men stretched out beside her and she began to release the doubts she harbored. She was in charge of her life and if she wanted to have sex with Wayne and Lyle, then she could. She answered to no one. And besides, it can’t possibly be wrong. It feels so right.

Wayne’s hand slid along her abdomen, lightly, barely touching her skin. She opened her mouth and drew in a shallow breath, the sensation bringing to mind thoughts of feathers wafting across her flesh. When his fingers drew near her crotch, she closed her eyes and waited, anticipating his inquiring entry.

Lyle caressed her cheek, turned her head and kissed her lightly. She moaned and reached one hand to the back of his head, closing her fingers around his nape. His tongue slid between her lips, slicked across her gum. Wayne’s fingers entered her bush, parted her fleshy lips and slid across her clitoris. Her stomach clenched as he began to stroke her sensitive nub.

She parted her legs, giving full rein to any exploration. His finger slid between her slick folds and thrust into her sheath. It moved back and forth, slicked upward, touched her clitoris, then returned to thrust into her body.

Lyle lowered his hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple until it peaked, then he pulled his mouth from her lips and sucked the bud. His touch was light, stroking, arousing. His mouth left her breast and trailed between the valley separating the mounds, wetting her skin as though tasting her. He trailed lower, crossed her abdomen and dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel.

She smiled, relishing the attention from the men. Her body heated, her senses began to spin.

Lyle trailed his mouth to her crotch. His wet tongue mingled with Wayne’s moving fingers. She nearly jumped off the bed. “Oh, damn!”

“Enjoy it, babe,” Wayne whispered. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and pulled her leg up, setting her foot on the bed. He slid his hand into her crotch, catching the wetness from Lyle’s mouth. He began to caress her clit, working his fingers beside Lyle’s tongue. With his other hand, he stroked her inner thigh, bringing goose bumps to her skin.

Lyle leaned his crotch against her hip, calling attention to his hard erection. He moved back and forth, pressing the head of his cock into her flesh. She reached a hand to the hot stick and wrapped her fingers around it. It filled her hand. She squeezed her fingers and began to work her fist up and down along its length.

Lyle groaned and reached his hand to cover hers. “Babe, I’m on the verge of coming already,” he confided.

“It’s all right,” she assured him, increasing the speed of her hand.

Chapter 7

Lyle moaned and pushed Tammy’s hand away. “Babe, I want you,” he whispered, straddling her body.

Tammy heard the rustle of the condom as he opened the wrapper and glanced down. Her crotch was so sensitive from their fondling she doubted she would last past a few seconds. She admitted then just how much she wanted a man’s cock inside her body. The urge to ask Lyle to hurry came over her.

He reached for her, slid his hands beneath her butt and lifted her hips, fitting her crotch over his erection. He thrust into her, paused, drew in a long breath, then began to work his cock.

Tammy grasped the sheet with both fists and held her breath. Already her stomach was curling deliciously and her senses were reeling out of control. The thrusts were deep, penetrating her body to fill her up. Wayne moved to her head, stroked her breasts with both hands, fondled her nipples, then rolled her head to one side.

The long cock eased against her mouth, touched her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth, sucking the stick of flesh to the back of her throat. Wayne moaned and began to move, slowly at first, carefully, then faster.

Tammy felt his shaft hit the back of her throat and closed her eyes. The sensations at her crotch were rapidly reaching the point of no return. Orgasm hovered on the brink. She panted around the mouthful of hard flesh she sucked and hunched her hips toward Lyle’s thrusting cock.

Climax zinged through her insides, making her writhe against the bed. Electric sensations shot along her limbs and knotted her buttocks. Her heart speeded up, hammered against her ribs until she thought she would pass out. The delicious sensations spiraled throughout her veins, heating her body until she thought she would explode.

The cock in her mouth began to move quicker. Wayne held her head, thrusting deeper into her mouth. The orgasm racing through her insides overrode everything else that was taking place with her body. She panted and thrust about until she was spent. Lyle released a loud groan and pumped into her cave, holding her buttocks in tight fingers. When she realized he had reached orgasm she stopped moving and stilled against the bed. Her limbs felt heavy, her muscles ached as though she had been running a marathon. When Wayne ejaculated in her mouth, she was vaguely aware of the hot spurt shooting down her throat. The urge to tell the men how much she enjoyed the orgasm rose inside her as Lyle stopped moving at her crotch and stretched out beside her. He coiled one arm around her waist and kissed her nape.

Wayne pulled out of her mouth and bent to run his tongue along her breasts, nipping tenderly at her tight nipples. He stretched out beside her, slipping one arm beneath her shoulders.

She felt loved and the notion made her open her eyes. Love? It can’t possibly be. She sighed and stared at the ceiling. Her heart raced against her ribs and her body felt so relaxed and peaceful it was almost surreal. She rolled her head and looked at the men cradling her body. She had wanted them just as long as they confessed to wanting her. A smile pulled her lips upward. Why had she waited so long to act on her feelings? Hell, she was a grown woman.

Lyle moved at her side, fanned his fingers across her ribcage and traced the arc of her right breast. “You’re beautiful, Tammy.”

“You are indeed, darling,” Wayne added. He skimmed one palm along her abdomen until his fingers entered her bush. “The orgasm was wonderful. Thank you.”

A short giggle jumped from Tammy’s throat. “I’ve never been thanked before.”

“Maybe you’ve never fucked anybody as horny as we are,” Lyle said. He raised his upper body on one elbow and looked down into her face. “I haven’t had sex since I shipped out to Iraq.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Tammy quipped, then laughed out loud.

“Me either,” Wayne added, laughing. “And it’s not funny, even though I’m laughing.” He raised his head and looked at Tammy. “Celibacy is a bitch.”

“I’m sure you both were celibate,” Tammy voiced, her tone teasing. It was hard to imagine two handsome soldiers going without sex for four tours of duty overseas.

“We were in Iraq to do a job, babe, not to fuck around,” Wayne said.

“Sex was one of the things we didn’t think too much about,” Lyle confided. “We had to keep our minds on important things like staying alive.”

Tammy’s senses jolted. Suddenly their conversation took a serious tone and it gripped her insides. She raised her arms and pulled the men into her embrace, holding them tightly. “I’m sorry. I really can’t imagine all you went through. I know the Special Forces is an elite group of soldiers who perform duties that excel all other soldiers—”

“Shh, Tammy. Let’s not talk about it,” Wayne said. He pressed one finger gently against her lips, silencing her. “It’s best if we forget what went on over there.” He smiled slightly. “We were glad to hear we were being sent back to the States. I’m anxious to return to my life. I’ve missed a lot.”

The tone of his voice went straight to her heart. Their mission into the war zone wasn’t something they sounded proud of and neither of them seemed boastful of what they had accomplished. She tightened her arms around them. “I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered. She turned her head and kissed each man. “And I’m glad you’re in my bed.”

Chapter 8

Tammy stood on the tarmac and watched the helicopter lift off. Two recruits were in the back seats of the chopper and she hoped they learned something from their first experience in the machine. Wayne and Lyle had been reluctant to take any of the recruits up until they completed at least twenty hours of class time. Studying the craft and learning the maneuvers it was capable of before taking command of it, was high on their lists for the young men.

The chopper disappeared behind the hillside and Tammy turned back toward the hangar. Every time she watched one of the men take a bird into the sky, she silently hoped they would return safely. She shook her head. There was no reason for her to feel that way. Both Wayne and Lyle were more than capable of knowing what each recruit was skilled at before they allowed them in the helicopters.

She was beginning to develop real feelings for the two and it puzzled her a little. At first she thought it was just sexual attraction since both men were extremely handsome, but as she got to know them a little better and spent more time off-base with them, she realized she was forming a real attachment to them. She glanced over her shoulder where she had last seen the helicopter. The noise of its engine still sounded.

Returning to her desk, she resumed the paperwork piled on its corner. A number of supply orders had to be signed and posted. She took a red pen from the pencil can and began initialing the pages, stacking them in the OUT box to be mailed to headquarters. It was a mundane routine and one that had to be done in order to keep the garage running smoothly. Parts for the helicopters had to be kept on hand so the mechanics could work nonstop whenever a problem arose. She grimaced. She wouldn’t miss that aspect of the job when she finally got discharged. Keeping on top of supplies was tedious at times. When she was first assigned to the post, she spent the first two weeks studying the list of supplies the hangar kept ready for repairs, vowing that as long as she was in charge, there would be no mishaps.

It was almost quitting time when she heard the helicopter returning to the hangar. She glanced out the front of the building, suddenly aware that she was holding her breath as the chopper began descending. The craft wobbled from side to side, then leveled out and sat down. Tammy released the pent-up breath and pinned her eyes on the man at the helm. Damn! A recruit is piloting!

She forced herself to remain inside the hangar while the helicopter unloaded. When she saw Lyle slide from the back seat, she quickly began searching for Wayne. She spied his large form as he opened the passenger door and stepped to the tarmac. The four men gathered in front of the helicopter and she watched Wayne gesture with both arms. Had everything gone alright? Or was he pissed? She watched and tried to figure out how the flight had gone.

Lyle shook his head and strode toward the hangar. Tammy bit her lip. Wayne remained with the two recruits near the helicopter. She watched Lyle come toward the building, anxious to question him about the flight. Checking her watch, she realized they had been gone for almost an hour. Usually the flights weren’t that long.

“Is everything all right?”

Lyle smiled and cocked his head. “You weren’t worried about us, were you, hon?”

He walked toward her with that long loose gait and she fought the urge to throw herself into his arms and kiss him. “Yes, I was worried. You were gone a long time.”

He laughed. “Knowing you care makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.”

Tammy laughed. “I thought that was a female thing.”

Lyle shrugged. “Hell. It might be. I don’t know. I used to hear soldiers say they felt warm and fuzzy inside whenever they received a package from home.”

Realization bloomed inside Tammy. She rose from her desk and reached out to him, tugging him into her arms. He smelled like exhaust fumes and motor oil, but he was warm and when his arms wrapped around her waist, she leaned her body into his. “You can feel warm and fuzzy if you want to, darling. As long as you’re safe.” She tipped her head and met his descending mouth.

Lyle traced his hands across her back, lowered them to clutch her buttocks and pressed her crotch into his abdomen.

Heat rose inside Tammy. It would be heaven to take off her clothes and have sex with Lyle right there, on the desk, in broad daylight. That’s impossible. She broke the embrace, reluctantly stepping out of his arms and walked around the desk.

“I have paperwork to do. I better get busy or I’ll be here all night.”

“Don’t we have a date tonight?” Lyle perched on the corner of her desk.

Tammy met his blue gaze. Her pulse jumped. Every time she looked into his eyes, she was reminded of just how dear he was becoming. She reached out one hand and touched his cheek. “It’s the end of the month and I have reports to get in. I might have to cancel.”

Lyle caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed her palm, then ran the tip of his tongue across her wrist. “If we can’t be together tonight, maybe we can have dinner instead.”

“Could I have a rain check?” She pointed at the stack of manila folders on the desk. “I have about twenty recruits to report on. Did Wayne finish the grading on the written exams?”

“Last night.”

“How did the two recruits do you just took up?” She bit her tongue, aware that she broke her promise not to be nosy.

Lyle grimaced. “We weren’t too fucking pleased with one guy.” He rose from the desk. “But that’s nothing you need to worry about, Tammy. We can take care of the training and deciding who is capable of being shipped out to the chopper unit.” He smiled. “Contain your worry to your job. We can handle everything else.” He winked. “And that includes you, babe.”

Chapter 9

“Hey, are you busy?”

Tammy glanced around, spying Lyle at the door of the hangar. “I’m just getting ready to grab a bite of lunch.”

“Come with me,” he said, reaching for her hand.

Tammy laughed and allowed him to grab her hand. He pulled her out the door and started sprinting across the tarmac toward a helicopter. The chopper’s blades were beginning to turn and Wayne sat in the pilot’s seat.

“Hurry, babe,” Lyle yelled, he wound one arm around her waist and pushed her toward the passenger door of the copter.

“I can’t leave base, Lyle.” Her protest fell on deaf ears as she was pushed into the chopper and ordered to buckle up. “Where are we going?”

“Lunch,” Wayne announced, revving the engine and preparing to lift off.

The helicopter vibrated then lifted into the air. Tammy pressed back against the seat and watched the tarmac disappear. Wayne took the copter up and veered west, heading toward a wooded area along the interstate.

“You two are nuts,” Tammy yelled.

“We think you’ve been working too hard and need a little break. We’re going for a picnic.” Wayne glanced at her. “You like picnics, don’t you?”

Tammy glanced at Wayne, then Lyle in the back seat. “I haven’t been on a picnic since I was a little girl.”

“Oh, babe. That’s entirely too long to go without eating lunch and fighting bugs in the great outdoors,” Lyle yelled over the noise of the motor. He held up a paper sack. “We have fried chicken and potato salad.”

“No beer,” Wayne added.

Tammy laughed. All morning long she had been trying to get her work caught up and just as she thought she was on the verge of being finished, Lyle arrived to take her off on an adventure. She turned her gaze out the side door when she felt the copter descending. A stand of tall pine trees flanked a wide grassy opening. With ease, Wayne descended and set the copter in the clearing.

“That was so smooth,” Tammy remarked, smiling at him.

Wayne winked and shut off the motor. “Let’s eat.”

They left the helicopter and walked into the trees. The fragrance of pine was refreshing. Tammy glanced overhead. The trees were towering, lending their shade to soothe the heat of the day. Finding a clearing beneath one of the trees, she turned to help spread the blanket Lyle brought from the copter. When the blanket was smoothed across the ground and they were seated, Wayne unpacked the bag of food.

“I’m suddenly very hungry,” Tammy announced.

“I’m glad we kidnapped you from that dreary office,” Wayne said, handing her a Styrofoam box and napkin.

“I am, too,” she admitted. Opening the box, she hurried to pick up a piece of chicken. “I adore surprises.” She took a bite of chicken and looked at the men. “Thanks, guys. I’ll never forget this day.”

Wayne and Lyle exchanged glances.

“Are you going somewhere, babe?” Lyle asked.

Tammy shrugged. “Not for a few weeks.”

“Where’s home, hon?” Wayne asked.

“San Diego,” Tammy replied. “But I might go visit my sister for a few weeks after I’m discharged. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” She took another bite of chicken.

They were noticeably quiet and Tammy paused her eating and looked at the men. They were devouring the contents of their lunch boxes, but she sensed there was something more to their silence. She waited, hoping that one or both would offer a clue, but neither did.

When they finished eating, they stowed the empty containers in the sack, picked up the blanket and returned to the helicopter. Tammy was a bit surprised. Though she had enjoyed the picnic and spending time with them, she had wondered whether they were secreting her away for a bit of afternoon sex. She refrained from telling them she felt a little disappointed that neither made a pass at her, other than Lyle stroking her left thigh and Wayne pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately.

The ride back to the hangar was short and ended all too soon. As Wayne set the chopper down on the tarmac, Tammy watched his capable hands. They were steady and the big machine touched the ground without the slightest waver. She smiled and caught his gaze. Her heart swelled with pride.

“If recruits weren’t watching us, I’d kiss you both,” she said.

“I’ve never worried about what people thought, babe,” Wayne replied, leaning toward her.

“Me either,” Lyle added. He leaned over the back of Tammy’s seat and kissed her cheek.

“Guys, people will talk!”

“We’re not ashamed of our feelings for you, hon,” Lyle said. He pulled the latch on the back door and pushed it open.

Tammy met Wayne’s lips for a quick kiss, then released her seatbelt and opened the door. “Thanks for a fun picnic.”

Chapter 10

Tammy poured coffee into three mugs and replaced the carafe. Saturday morning was always a laid back time for her. As she padded softly across the kitchen to the small breakfast bar, she smiled at Wayne and Lyle. They often slept over, especially after sex. Last night had been no exception.

“You make good coffee, hon,” Wayne complimented, taking a sip and smiling at her.

“We like everything you do, babe,” Lyle said, laughing. “And I’m not just talking about your cooking.”

Tammy blushed and took a sip of her coffee. A few weeks ago, she would have questioned her feelings about the men, but having gotten to know them, she knew she was about to make a decision that would affect the rest of her life. She slid onto the center stool at the counter and raised the mug to her mouth.

“We should move in together,” Wayne said, looking at Tammy. “Hell. We’re here most of the time anyway.”

“You just don’t like being cramped up in that little room at the back of the barracks,” Tammy said, laughing. “I heard the talk among the recruits.”

“Say what?”

“Some of them say you snore,” Tammy remarked. “And I’m inclined to believe them.”

Wayne laughed and looked at Lyle. “Have you been spreading bullshit about me?”

Lyle laughed and shook his head. “Buddy, I’m on your side. I’m tired of living with those snot-nosed kids, too. I want to move in here with Tammy and let her take care of me.”

Wayne slapped Tammy on the butt.”You hear that? He thinks like I do. How about it? Could we be roommates?”

Tammy looked from Wayne to Lyle, then back to Wayne. “Are you serious?”

“Hell yes.”

“Yeah, hon. We’re serious.”

“Look around you, guys. This dinky little apartment is barely big enough for me—let alone two burly soldiers who want sex at the drop of a hat.” Her cheeks flamed suddenly. She forced a smile and returned her attentions to the mug of coffee she held.

“But, babe, we just want to be near you,” Wayne coaxed. He snaked one arm around her shoulders.

Tammy’s stomach fluttered at the notion that they wanted to move in with her. She had been hoping they might broach the subject, but was taken aback nonetheless when they finally brought it up.

“Are you sure this place is too little for the three of us?” Lyle asked, leaning his shoulder against hers.

“Lyle, it’s a cubicle.”

“Then let’s find a bigger place, babe,” Wayne suggested. He squeezed the point of her shoulder.

“I second that motion,” Lyle agreed.

Tammy sipped her coffee and thought about the idea. On one hand, she liked it, but they would all be discharged in a few weeks. And going our separate ways. A pang shot across her stomach. I don’t want to think about that. Living with the men might put too much of a strain on her emotions. She bit her lip, then forced herself to take control of her senses. She had tried not to let them know she was becoming too attached to them. As it stood now, she was aware that they knew she adored them, loved to have sex with them and worried whenever they took choppers up.

“Babe, what do you think?” Wayne pressed.

Tears sprang to her eyes. She took a gulp of coffee and began coughing. Wayne patted her back and Lyle took the mug from her hand.

“What is it? Are you all right?” Lyle asked, his tone worried.

Tammy tried to hide her tears, feigning a coughing spell. “I swallowed wrong,” she lied, patting her chest. She slid from the stool and hurried toward the bathroom. “I’ll be okay. Honest.”

Inside the bathroom with the door locked and a tissue at her eyes, she released the tears she had been holding back. Her worst fear was on the verge of coming true. She sniffed and blew her nose. Damn! I need to get a grip. They’ll think I’m nuts. A laugh jumped from her throat. “I’m beginning to wonder about myself, too. Falling for two men.” She shook her head. “What have I been thinking?”

A knock sounded on the door.

“Babe, are you okay?”

The sound of Lyle’s soft voice brought her head around. She blinked back tears and stared at the door. God love him. He sounds so concerned. “I’m fine.” Liar! “I’ll be out in a minute.”

She washed her face and applied a dab of makeup to her cheeks. Gathering her courage, she drew in a deep breath and unlocked the door. Both men were leaning against the doorjamb, waiting.

“I’m alright, really. I just nearly choked on coffee.” She didn’t dare look at either of them. She hurried toward the kitchen. “I think I’ll fix pancakes. Anybody want pancakes, besides me?”

“I’ll take a tall stack,” Lyle called.

“Ditto, babe,” Wayne added.

Chapter 11

Tammy checked the manifest and double-checked the work order for the helicopter. Every diagnostic test in the book had been run on the motor and rotor set up and still something was amiss. She checked the next page of test results, running the point of her pencil down the list. It was imperative that nothing be missed. She stifled a shiver. The thought of shipping a chopper over to Iraq and learning later that it had crashed because of engine failure, made her gut wrench.

Until Wayne and Lyle came to the base, she had managed to set herself apart from the service men flying the machines. If she didn’t know them, then maybe nothing that happened to them would be her fault. It sounded silly, or ridiculous, but she took too much responsibility for the mechanics and the garage. I’ve always been conscientious and that will never end.

She walked to the next helicopter being serviced and picked up the maintenance records being processed. The mechanics in the garage were experienced men, careful in their assessment of the choppers. Most had been career men, intent on twenty-year hitches before leaving the Army for civilian life. She nodded at two of the mechanics, returning her gaze to the papers on her clipboard. One more test and the helicopter would be finished with its maintenance and ready to be towed from the building.

The final machine to be brought in for maintenance moved through the wide opening of the garage. Tammy paused and watched as the craft was brought slowly into a service bay. It loomed foreboding and sinister as though it were some steel monster, its gray hulk inching along the concrete floor. She raised her eyes to the long blades. In some ways, they reminded her of long arms, reaching out to stroke the wind. A second set of blades topped the tail, giving added lift and stability to the craft. It could hold up to eight men and was used mainly for transporting the wounded to field hospitals.

She released a long breath. Thinking about the war and keeping track of the helicopters coming in for service, was wearing thin. The moment her discharge came through, she was gone. She glanced around, taking in the men moving about the choppers and the activity with the newest arrival. How long would it take to get the memories out of her mind? She shook her head and turned toward her desk. The papers for the service of the arriving chopper were still in her office. Walking toward the cubicle, she saw activity at the entrance of the garage. She stiffened, recognizing the base commander striding toward her.

“Captain Albright.”

His voice was curt, his manner direct.

Tammy halted, came to attention and saluted. “Major.”

Major Monroe was tall and ramrod straight. He aimed a criticizing look at Tammy and jerked a thumb toward her office. “In your office, Captain.”

Tammy’s stomach quivered. It wasn’t often that the Major came to the garage. She hurried to follow him, his long legs stretching forth in measured strides. In the back of her mind she recalled hearing a story about an earlier visit from the Major. Apparently the service reports for one of the helicopters hadn’t been processed correctly before the craft was released from the base and there was no record of it having arrived in Iraq. I hope to hell I didn’t fuck up a report.

The commander laid a manila envelope on Tammy’s desk and clasped his hands behind his back. Tammy hurried to the desk chair, leveling her gaze on the envelope. Thoughts of sitting were out of the question even though her knees felt a little weak. She raised her gaze to the Major. “Sir, am I supposed to open the envelope?” That was dumb!

“I want to see everything you have on the helicopter mentioned in that report. I want all your records brought to my office before the day is out. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Tammy saluted.

The commander turned on his heel and left the office. Tammy’s brows rose. What the hell? She dropped into the desk chair and slid the envelope across the desk. Her fingers shook as she released the clasp and spilled the sheath of papers on the wooden desktop.

A classified document ordering the confiscation of all records pertaining to a chopper met her gaze. Quickly she scanned the document, reading the identifying numbers for the craft and the dates of inspection at the garage. Hurrying to shuffle the papers and learn the reason for the confiscation of its records, her jaw dropped open when she saw the craft had failed on a mission and the reason was determined to be engine failure.

“Son-of-a-bitch!”

“Whoa! What are you cussing about?”

Tammy jerked her head toward the voice. Wayne and Lyle stepped through the office door. The room seemed overflowing suddenly, bringing a smile to her face. If there was ever a time when she needed them near, it was now. She pushed the documents across the desk to them. “I’m in hot water.”

Wayne picked up the pages and handed Lyle several before he began assessing them.

Tammy slumped in her chair and tried to recall releasing the helicopter for duty. She tried so hard to keep accurate records and be certain that every possible detail checked out before she released any chopper. Her brows drew together. “How in hell did I let this happen?”

Lyle spoke softly to Wayne and then both men turned their eyes on Tammy.

Tammy looked from one man to the other, her brows rising. “What? What is it? You don’t know anything about the crash, do you? Didn’t the chopper go down while you both were in Kabul?”

“Honey, you’re overworked,” Lyle said, a smile inching across his face.

“You need to spend the next week in bed,” Wayne added.

“Stop teasing me, guys. There’s a problem here and I could end up being court marshaled.”

Wayne tossed the papers on the desk. “No, honey. You’re in the clear.”

“What?” Tammy asked, reaching for the papers he threw down.

“The chopper was serviced last year. You weren’t in charge here then. Weren’t you still in Iraq?” Lyle asked.

Tammy released a sigh. “I was so shook up by the Major’s visit, I didn’t even check the date of the service on the chopper. Hell no. I wasn’t here last year.” She combed one hand across the French twist positioned on the back of her head. “Thanks, guys. I owe you one.”

“I like the sound of that,” Lyle said, grinning.

“Pay up now, hon,” Wayne encouraged.

Chapter 12

Tammy closed her eyes as Wayne slid the pens from her hair. When the soft tresses fell on her bare shoulders, she turned her head and met his warm lips. The kiss assailed her senses and the pair of hands skimming over her breasts made her release a long breath. It had been a long day and she needed the consoling the men could give her. She leaned against Wayne’s solid chest, let the steady thud thud thud of his heartbeat lull her nerves.

“Babe, you need a long hot bath,” Lyle whispered against her ear. He nibbled on her lobe, his teeth sliding playfully across her flesh.

Tammy raised one hand and caught his chin, pushing his mouth off her ear. “You give me goose bumps,” she whispered. A smile touched her lips. A hot bath would be soothing, but it would be impossible to achieve with both of them there. They had already carried her to the bed and undressed her. She stretched out, sliding her hands along their thighs. “I’m glad you’re both here.”

“There isn’t any other place we would rather be, babe,” Wayne said. He covered her left breast with one hand and closed two fingers around her nipple.

Tammy closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being fondled. Once the day was over, she had gladly agreed to the men coming home with her. As she lay still and rejoiced in their tending, she tried to understand her feelings for them. Neither had mentioned love, but then, she hadn’t either. Is it necessary to be in love with them—or they with me?

She was too old fashioned to think otherwise. There had to be love in a relationship or else it would fail. She thought of her past experiences. Though there hadn’t been many, there were a few. And each one had ended because she realized she wasn’t in love. The sex wasn’t this good. Her admittance made her grimace. Sex with Wayne and Lyle was everything she ever imagined good sex to be. They satisfied her every whim, brought her to climax without fail. What could be better? Nothing.

Wayne and Lyle. It was almost impossible to separate the two. They were so much alike in every way. Their mannerisms and gestures. If it weren’t for the fact that Wayne was black and Lyle was of German descent, she could easily picture them as twins. She opened her eyes and reached both hands out to clasp their hard cocks.

“We restocked the condom supply,” Lyle informed her, drawing in an audible breath as her fingers closed around his erection.

“That’s good,” she whispered. “Because the sex is very good and I don’t want anything to stand in the way of us sharing our pleasures.”

Wayne leaned down and covered her mouth with his, kissing her.

Lyle nuzzled her nape and when Wayne pulled his mouth away, Lyle inched his lips atop hers.

Tammy moaned and kissed Lyle. His lips were tender, gentle in a way that differed slightly from Wayne’s. Wayne was demanding when he kissed her, pressing his lips firmly against hers and forcing her to open her mouth to receive his tongue. The kisses were always arousing, giving her a sense of being possessed. Lyle appeared to ask her permission with his lips, tentative at first, then seeking compliance. When she gave herself over, he always deepened his kiss, as though knowing her thought about the matter and wanting to fulfill her inner most desire.

Fingers penetrated her crotch, poked into her warm wet sheath. She pulled one knee up, opening her body for fondling. She loved the stroking and manipulation, the touch of their fingers against her most sensitive parts. The finger at her crotch slid between her moist lips and sought out her clitoris. Sensations began that made her wiggle her buttocks against the bed. Within a few seconds she was having an orgasm and panting loudly. Biting her lip, she pinched her eyes shut and let the onslaught wrack her body.

“Babe, I love to watch you climax,” Wayne whispered, kissing her cheek. He moved, climbing on top of her body.

Tammy opened her eyes. One glance confirmed that he had rolled on a condom as she watched him lower his body to join with hers. She reached for him, closing her arms around his wide shoulders. He dipped his head and kissed her lips, pulled back and lowered his crotch to hers. He thrust inside her, making her gasp.

The orgasm Tammy was experiencing intensified with Wayne’s cock thrusting inside her. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and bucked her hips upward, meeting his lunges. A multitude of sensations spilled throughout her body, making her muscles knot and her breathing erratic. She closed her eyes and arched her back, opening herself up for Wayne’s forceful thrusts.

The climax consumed her body and senses, made her forget everything but the hot flesh pumping into her. She dug her nails into the rock hard muscles of Wayne’s shoulders, holding on to him. God! I love this man!

The thought solidified in her mind as Wayne reached his time and bellowed his release into the quiet bedroom. He paused, panted, then resumed thrusting at a slower speed, milking his cock.

Tammy stilled and rolled her head toward Lyle. He met her gaze, winked and smiled. She bit her lip when she saw he was fully gloved and waiting for Wayne to finish.

Wayne released a loud breath and sat back on his heels, pulling his cock out of Tammy’s body. “Damn! I love to make love to you, babe.”

His words lodged in Tammy mind. He mentioned love for the first time she could remember. An arched brow rose. Is that just a coincidence? Or has our relationship really reached that point?

Chapter 13

Lyle took hold of Tammy hips and rolled her to her belly, then parted her thighs with one knee. He lowered his mouth and slid his tongue along her buttock, wetting the smooth flesh. “I love your ass. It’s shaped so perfectly.” He pushed her ass cheeks apart and licked her rear orifice.

Tammy laughed and sucked in a quick breath, the sensation of his tongue making her belly clench. “I’ve never had anal sex before, Lyle.”

“I’ll be gentle, babe. I promise.” He dipped his head and wet her again, poking the tip of his tongue against the opening. “I can hardly wait to be your first.”

Tammy braced her knees apart on the bed and waited, anticipating his entry. It would be a new experience for her and one she often wondered about. She wiggled her butt, Lyle’s tongue tickling.

Wayne slid one hand to her breasts, caressing the orbs. He nuzzled her neck and pulled her mouth against his for a kiss.

Tammy tasted the saltiness of his skin, the trace of perspiration remaining from his orgasm. She kissed him again, admitting she liked the growing familiarity between them. His hand slid between her breasts, lowered onto her abdomen and reached into her crotch.

“Oh Wayne, I’m still so sensitive,” she said, hunching her crotch against his fingers.

“I know, babe. But when Lyle enters you from behind, you’ll need the distraction I’ll give you with my fingers.”

“You’re telling me it’s going to hurt, aren’t you?”

“It won’t hurt, I promise,” Lyle said at her rear. He positioned the head of his cock at her hole and pressed forward.

Tammy felt the pressure at her rear, tightened her fingers in the sheet and held her breath. Wayne’s fingers began to stroke her clitoris and suddenly she was filled with an entirely new set of sensations. “Oh, God!”

Lyle pushed his cock in a ways, paused, caressed Tammy’s buttock. He pushed in further, drew in a long breath and pushed in deeper.

Tammy opened her mouth and panted, the sensation at her crotch coupled wonderfully with the new feeling at her rear orifice. The urge to push her buttocks back came over her. She arched her back, finding that when she pushed against Lyle, she also thrust her clitoris against Wayne’s moving fingers. “Oh, that’s...wonderful.”

Her orgasm began in her belly and spread along her limbs, consuming her mind and making her movements jerky and erratic. Her breasts bounced as she gyrated her buttocks and drove her clitoris against Wayne’s hand. She panted loudly as the orgasm came full bloom inside her and then realized that a different bout of sensations were coursing through her rear orifice.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you, babe?” Wayne whispered, kissing her face.

Tammy was on fire inside. Sweat bathed her body. Her mouth felt dry. Her lungs pained from the rapid breaths she dragged in. “Sex has never been...like this,” she rasped.

Chapter 14

Tammy stood in the hallway looking through the glass in the door. Inside Wayne and Lyle were teaching class. The small room was packed with young men in Army fatigues sporting short-cropped haircuts. She could hear Wayne’s deep toned voice coming through the thickness of the door. She watched the pair, smiling at the way they interacted.

A chalkboard hung on the far wall of the room and both men took turns writing on it. Wayne would begin a sentence and almost assuredly Lyle would add to it. She smiled. The makeshift classroom was hardly conducive to learning since the noise of the base filtered easily through the walls, disrupting Wayne and Lyle’s teaching at times. The sounds of incoming trucks and men shouting orders above the roar was often followed by a vehicle pulling to the rear of the building and left running while the driver raced off to tend to another matter. At first, Lyle had grumbled about the facility, complaining that the least the Army could do was to provide an adequate classroom for the men but Wayne had been quick to remind him that what they had endured in Iraq was far from adequate either.

Tammy checked her watch. The men usually dismissed the class for lunch about twelve o’clock. She clutched the official envelope to her breasts. She could hardly wait to tell them her good news. Looking through the glass in the door, she realized Lyle saw her. He nodded his head slightly, letting her know that he was aware of her presence.

Shortly after being noticed, Tammy stepped away from the door and leaned against the wall. The envelope she clutched contained her discharge papers. Excitement seemed to flow through every vein in her body. A smile appeared on her face the second she realized what was inside the package and she hadn’t stopped smiling since. The thought of finally being able to fly home, to see all her old friends again.

Oh shit! It dawned on her that she had been in the military for ten years, ever since graduating high school. All her old friends were probably scattered to the four corners of the world. She felt sad suddenly, the realization that everything would be different for her when she landed in San Diego.

The door opened and the men started coming out. From the back of the room, Wayne reminded the recruits that they were to be at the hangar in an hour. Tammy nodded and smiled at the soldiers as they strode past her. They looked so young and naive it nearly made her cringe. Soon they would be packing their gear and shipping out. She watched them as they walked down the hall toward the exit. A lot of them would lose their lives fighting a war that didn’t seem to end. She sighed.

“Hi, babe.”

“Sweetheart, it’s good to see you.”

Tammy smiled at Wayne and Lyle. For a second she took in their tall forms, allowing her gaze to travel along their bodies before rising to their faces. Her pulse throbbed in her wrist. It never failed. Every time she looked at the men, she felt excited. Just the thought of having them both brought a smile spanning her lips.

“I have good news,” she announced.

Wayne took her elbow and steered her through the door into the classroom. “Come inside, hon, where we can have some privacy.”

The thought that she needed privacy never crossed her mind. She merely wanted to let them know that she had received her papers early. When the door closed, she turned to face them, the envelope clasped to her breasts. “I have good news.”

Wayne’s brows rose and Lyle cleared his throat.

“What is it?” Tammy asked, the smile fading from her lips.

“Don’t mind us, babe. What’s your good news?” Lyle said.

Tammy could tell something was wrong. Wayne seemed much too serious and Lyle couldn’t meet her gaze. “First you tell me what’s going on. Why do you seem so different?”

“We’re aware of what you have in the envelope, babe,” Wayne said, releasing a long breath.

“Yeah. We know you received your discharge papers. The envelope is always the same.” Lyle chuckled.

Tammy cocked her head. “Well, I’m excited about getting out and wanted to share the news with you both.” She stared at the men, aware that her news didn’t appear to make them very happy.

Wayne pulled Tammy into his arms and hugged her. “It’s not that we aren’t happy for you, hon, we are. It’s just that we hate to see you leave.”

“We still have almost a month on the base, Tammy. And we’ll miss you like crazy,” Lyle added, smoothing one palm across Tammy’s back. “We’ve grown so used to being with you, I don’t know what we’ll do when you’re gone.”

Tammy’s heart swelled. “You’ll really miss me?” She pushed out of Wayne’s arms.

“Hell yes. I’ve gotten used to the regular sex,” Lyle said, laughter in his tone.

“Me, too,” Wayne agreed.

Tammy raised her hands to her hips. “Well, if that’s the only reason you’ll miss me—”

“Hold on,” Wayne hurried to say. He took hold of Tammy’s arm and tugged her back against his chest. “The sex isn’t the only reason we’ll miss you, honey.” He kissed her cheek. “Can’t you see that the three of us belong together?”

Tammy sucked in a quick breath. What did he say? What did he mean?

Chapter 15

Tammy entered the office and placed her precious envelope in her desk drawer. There were a lot of loose ends to tie up before she officially left the Army. Thoughts of her conversation with Wayne and Lyle returned to confuse her thinking. They hadn’t actually confessed their love for her, but they hadn’t really sidestepped the issue either. She had bit her tongue to keep from saying the words before they had a chance to inch up her throat. In the end, she had left the classroom with a feeling of confusion. Even though the men alleged they belonged together, they hadn’t backed up their words with any proof.

Grabbing her clipboard, she walked into the hangar. There were two helicopters being serviced and six mechanics lending their expertise to testing and making adjustments. Tammy glanced at her paperwork and strode toward one of the machines.

“I hear you got your discharge papers, Captain,” one of the mechanics said.

Tammy nodded and smiled.

“We hate to lose you. You’re easy to work for,” another mechanic added.

“I’m anxious to get home,” Tammy admitted.

“I’ve got two years left before my twenty are up.”

“I’ve got ten under my belt,” Tammy said. She walked over to one of the testing machines and watched the data on the screen. “Any problems here?”

Both mechanics shook their heads. “Everything checks out all right, Captain.”

Tammy smiled. If she missed anything about the Army, it would be the fact that she had earned a commission. The right to be called Captain would forever stay with her. She thought about going to visit her sister and wearing her dress uniform just for her. She straightened, feeling a swell of pride rise inside her. She was proud of her time in the armed services. She had served her country well and now that she had decided ten years was enough, she was ready to get back to private life.

Leaving the mechanics to their work, she returned to her desk and took note of all the things she had to finish before giving up her station. The paperwork on the helicopter that crashed in Iraq and came back to haunt the garage mechanics with allegations of improper maintenance, had been taken to the commander of the base. She thought she might hear something on the matter before she left, but it appeared the charges would be taken up elsewhere. At least she hoped the mechanics still in the barracks weren’t held accountable for something their commanding officer had overlooked. She stifled a shiver. Every time a piece of paperwork passed through her hands, she tried her best to make certain it was detailed and accurate.

Tammy checked her calendar and made notes. Her discharge became official in two weeks. She circled the date with a red pen. Should I tell Helen? Her sister would be happy that she was leaving the military. She had a fit when she learned she had joined. She thought surely she would be killed overseas. For a moment she reflected on her time in Iraq. She had never felt more scared than the day she stepped off the plane at the field base. All the stories on the TV about the dangers were paramount in her mind.

“That’s behind me now.” She pushed out of her chair and walked to the mouth of the garage. The sun was shining and the temperature was already nearing one hundred. She stepped through the doorway and looked across the wide tarmac. A unit of soldiers were headed from the classroom. She watched them, waiting for Wayne and Lyle to come into view.

Her heart fluttered when she spied the pair. Wayne towered over the men surrounding him, his dark head easily spotted in the gathering. Lyle was at his side. She smiled. It was hard to imagine the two men ever being separated. After spending four tours of duty together and now training the recruits before discharge, they had spent most of the past eight years together. She thought for a moment. They were both from California and most likely, they would be returning to the state together. She smiled. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they kept in touch.

The group approached and she stepped back inside the hangar. Wayne’s loud voice came to her ears as he directed the soldiers to the chopper sitting near the hangar. Knowing a few of the recruits might be in for a short flight, she busied herself at her desk. Once again she stifled the worry inching up her spine. Anything could happen on a training flight. She grimaced. Both Wayne and Lyle had tried to reassure her that they took every precaution, but she couldn’t stop worrying about them.

It was quickly becoming a fact that she had feelings for the men. Worrying about them and wanting them in her bed only confirmed the emotional bond she felt. Deciding what to do about the feelings was bothering her almost as much as the feelings themselves. If she confessed how she felt, would they return her feelings?

Chapter 16

Tammy wiped at the sweat on her forehead and sat down on the couch. Packing up her belongings was proving to be more of a chore than she imagined. Looking around the small living room, she wondered where all the clutter had come from. When she arrived on base less than a year ago, she had carried all her belongings in one duffle bag. She chuckled. Some of the items scattered across the coffee table could be thrown out, the magazines she barely had time to glance at and the cheap decorations she had purchased at the Five and Dime.

She glanced at the shorts and top she wore. The shorts were Army green, light weight cotton, with a drawstring waist. And the top was an old worn t-shirt she had since basic training. It was threadbare in places and frayed around the neck. She raised her feet to the coffee table, crossing her ankles. Her tennis shoes had seen better days. They could be tossed in the trash. “The lighter I can pack, the less I have to drag back to San Diego.”

The matter of visiting her sister was still up in the air. Wanting to see her kin and actually following through with that desire were two different things. She bit her lip. She didn’t have much of a life to return to. She joined the Army right out of high school and shipped out two weeks later. Her parents had argued that she was too young to be joining the military, but being head strong at eighteen she insisted that she knew her own mind. When she decided to stay for another hitch, she surprised all her family. Now, ten years later, she felt it was time to go. She needed time to have a private life, to fall in love and perhaps even have a family.

Thoughts of Wayne and Lyle entered her mind. She groaned and laid her head back on the couch. Despite the happiness she felt over being discharged after so many years, she found thinking about leaving the men dulled the joy she was feeling. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. They were training recruits right now, up in a chopper with a novice at the controls.

“I won’t miss worrying about them, that’s for sure.”

She levered herself off the couch and picked up the bag she had packed. In three days she would catch a flight home. Her Army career would be pushed to the back of her mind while she decided what else she wanted to do with her life. In school, she had shown no particular interest in any one thing, though her grades were good in math. She shrugged. There wasn’t much use thinking she could land a job as an accountant since she had no degrees. The thought of returning to school, taking some college courses, something technical, perhaps, entered her mind. She wrinkled her nose. Returning to school didn’t sound too attractive an idea. At twenty-eight she would probably be surrounded by fresh-faced teens just out of high school.

The sun was setting when she decided she was finished packing. Aside from the necessary items she would need to finish the remaining days on the base, everything was tucked into the Army valise and setting near the front door of the apartment. Thank God the furniture wasn’t hers. The thought of having to arrange transport of household items could be a real headache. She went to the small kitchenette to fix dinner. Her life was rather bare of mundane things. She had the clothes on her back and the few civilian relics of her life before the Army and that was about it. She thought of her old room in her parents’ house. Not long after she had signed up for another tour of duty, her dad told her they converted her old room to a den. It was filled with new bookcases and all the volumes of classics he had stored in the basement for years. Of course when she came home for a visit, they would make room for her. It wasn’t as though they had forgotten about her since she left home. Tears sprang to her eyes and she brushed the back of her hand across her face. Loneliness settled in her gut.

She hurried from the kitchen and found her cell phone in her purse. Punching in the number of her parents, she waited for someone to answer. Surprise filtered through her insides when the answering machine picked up. She listened to the message, chuckling when she learned her parents were on an extended vacation abroad and if the caller was Tammy, they could be reached at the following number.

“Well, I won’t worry about flying home just yet.”

She prepared dinner and sat at the breakfast bar eating. Her life was lonely. It was a fact. Aside from the Army, she had little else. Even as she grew up, she failed to sustain lasting relationships, either male or female. In high school she really didn’t have a close girlfriend to share things with. “I’m a loner and looks like I’ll always be a loner.”

A knock sounded on the door as she was finishing eating. Wiping her mouth, she crossed the living room and drew the door open. Wayne and Lyly stood on the landing, staring at her. For an instant neither of them moved, as though memorizing the other for future recollection. These two she would remember the rest of her life, their easy manner toward her, the way they made love to her, their teasing personalities. Forcing the thoughts aside, she smiled and motioned with one hand for them to come in.

“Babe,” Lyle began, sliding one arm around her waist. “How many more days before you leave us?”

A lump rose in Tammy’s throat. She didn’t want to think about it. Leaving them made her sad. She sniffed, trying to keep from crying.

“Honey,” Wayne said, inching his arm around her waist, too. “We’ll miss you, too.”

Tammy looked at each man. “How can you know what I’m thinking? It’s like you can read my mind sometimes.” She pushed them away, then turned to face them. “It’s not supposed to be this way, guys. I’m not supposed to fall in love with two men—” she paused, her face flushing, tears spilling down her cheeks. She had confessed the one thing she had been trying to keep to herself.

“Darling,” Wayne said, reaching out to her. He grasped her upper arms and pulled her against his chest. “Sweetheart, we feel the same way about you. We love you.”

“Tammy,” Lyle added, pulling her from Wayne’s arms and into his. “We do. We love you. And while it might seem unorthodox, it’s okay. The three of us can be happy.” He smiled and stared into her eyes. “When we met you, we knew you were the one, honey. You share the same values we do. You’re dedicated and committed, a woman who isn’t afraid to be herself. Sweetheart, if we could marry you, we would.”

Tammy laughed and sniffed back more tears. Her heart swelled with love for them. All the time she had been in the Army she had never met anyone who satisfied her needs intellectually or physically. She smoothed one palm across each of their chests. “I’m so glad we met.”

Wayne kissed her temple, then brushed a tear from the corner of one eye with the ball of his thumb. “Honey, we don’t have to say goodbye. We can be together, the three of us, for the rest of our lives.”

“We want you to come to LA, Tammy,” Lyle said, stroking her back.

“I have a house,” Wayne said. He slid one hand into his pocket and pulled out a key. “Here’s the key. There’s a maid and a gardener taking care of the property. You’ll like them. I’ll call and tell them you are coming.”

“But, Wayne—” Tammy’s mind spun. Were her ears playing tricks on her?

“No buts, honey,” Lyle cut her off. “We have a plan and we want you to be a part of it. Wayne and I will be discharged in a few weeks and we’ll be returning to LA. He has a law practice there and I own a store just up the coast. We’ve decided that we can all live together. You can work at the law firm or in my store.” He smiled, his brows rising. “What do you think? Will you let us take care of you?”

Tammy drew in a long breath. Their offer spun around in her head. Could it possibly work? She raised her gaze and looked at each of them. Their faces were so dear. Already they were an permanent imprint in her mind. She could close her eyes and see either one, knew the contours of their features, the curve of their lips, the way their eyes mirrored their feelings.

“My darlings,” she began, drawing them into her arms. “I had not intended to confess my feelings for either of you, but I guess being discharged is having a profound effect on me. I’ve been in the Army for so long that leaving it will be a drastic change. Actually, my plans are up in the air. I have no house or job to return to.” She sighed and tightened her arms, then closed her eyes a moment and savored the feel of their arms cradling her body. “I cherish every moment I spend with you both and though I’ve argued with myself about my feelings, I find I can’t deny that I’m truly in love with you both.”

Wayne’s arms tightened around her so quickly that she thought her breathing would be shut off. Lyle’s lips traced along her nape, forcing her to close her eyes from the serene pleasure.

“There’s no better place on earth than right here in your arms, Tammy,” Wayne whispered.

“We want you with us forever, darling,” Lyle added.

Joy and hope surged through Tammy’s insides. She turned her head and kissed each of them, then pushed free of their embrace. “I was worried that you might not feel the same about me,” she confessed. She smiled. “You make me very happy, both of you and I can’t imagine my life without you.” She reached for their hands.

“We can make it work, Tammy,” Wayne insisted, wagging the key before her eyes.

“Give it a chance, babe. That’s all we ask,” Lyle added.

Tammy nodded. “Yes. I think we can make it work. I believe in love and everlasting relationships.” She accepted the key into her hand and quickly went into their arms. Laughing, she sniffed back fresh tears. “You both have to promise me that these three way hugs will continue forever.” She closed her eyes and pressed her body into their solid frames.

“We promise,” Wayne whispered.

“Always,” Lyle added. “We’ve got your back, babe.”

Tammy’s heart jumped with joy as she tightened her arms around her men.

About the Author

I began writing freelance almost twenty years ago and eventually my short stories became longer. The characters seemed to take over and draw their stories out. I first submitted a novella length story to eXtasy Books in 2003 and it was accepted. That was Captive Heart, the historical romance now on the site. I have twenty-four titles with eXtasy Books. New ideas come to mind every day and some of them find their way on to the computer screen. When I’m not writing, I enjoy traveling with my husband Dave.

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