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"It's goofy," Zelda returns.

"It's hot."

This time, Zelda outright laughs at Brennan again. "It's kooky."

Brennan opens his mouth to retort, but before he can get another word in, Zelda holds up her hand to stop him.

"It's sweet. Special. Unique. And I kind of like it. You two go ahead and pretend to be eighties porn stars. I'm kind of hoping to star in one of those pornos with you."

This time? This time, I didn't snort.

I choked. On my own fucking spit.

twelve

Wax Me Baby

Zelda

"Best date ever!"

Yes.

That's what I said.

Brennan and Kaz might be porn stars using a poorly written script to—successfully—seduce me, but I am a freaking dork.

The bonus is that I have shown these guys pretty much every single aspect of my personality at this point and they still haven't run away or kicked me out of their home.

"Yeah, sweetums, you really are."

I barely have a moment to take in the words before two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. Brennan's body brushes against mine, a certain part of his anatomy making itself known in the most delicious of ways.

"Care to make the date a little better?" Kaz asks as he locks the front door behind us and throws the keys down on the little side table.

My eyes are on him as he steps closer to Brennan and me, but every fibre in my being is focused on the pair of hands that are steadily making their way to my breasts. My head falls back and rests against Brennan's shoulder as his fingers firmly grasp my aching mounds of milky flesh.

"She's a goddess," Kaz whispers, his voice filled with awe.

"No," responds Brennan. "She's an angel, fallen from heaven to redeem us." Then he says no more because his mouth is too busy leaving a trail of lazy kisses between my neck and shoulder.

Kaz steps up in front of us, looking down at his hands slowly kneading my aching breasts.

"She's a temptress, sent by the devil to lead us astray," he responds to Brennan, continuing their teasing.

I am beyond caring at this point. Brennan and Kaz can be as corny and ridiculous as they want. All I want right now is one or both of them to fill me up.

"I know," Brennan says, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's perfection. A unicorn. A once-in-a-lifetime experience waiting to be explored."

"What I am," I mutter, exasperated because, with all the flattery, we haven't gotten past a little fondling and some sexy kisses, "is horny!"

"Tut, tut, sugarplum." Kaz shakes his head, looking at his partner behind me. "Does it sound to you like she's rushing us?"

The chest behind me rumbles with a laugh before Brennan responds, "Why yes, I do believe it does. What should we do with little girls that try to rush their Daddies, handsome?"

My groan of frustration fills the room, but neither man pays it any attention. They're seemingly oblivious to the super hornywoman who's about to spontaneously combust while standing right next to them.

Kaz makes a show of thinking about it before pointing his fiddling finger up in the air like he just came to an epiphany. "I know, sugarplum!" he exclaims with fake excitement. "We shall tie her up and do wicked things to her body."

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