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she’d been involved in long-term relationships with. She’d never had a one-night stand before and that’s all this was. Still, she wasn’t about to turn back now. If she did, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life. She had to know what it would be like to have sex with Remy and with Wes.
    She crossed the yard and took the three steps up to the porch and waited while Remy selected the right key for the door. The dogs settled back on the far end of the porch but were watching them intently.
    Cherry wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work but figured she’d let the men lead the way. “Have you two done this before?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about the idea of them having shared other women before.
    “A couple of times,” Remy said as he unlocked the back door and pushed it open.
    “Oh.” What could she say to that? She almost wished he’d lied, but that wasn’t Remy’s way. You could count on him to tell the truth no matter how painful.
    Wes wrapped his arm around her and urged her inside. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
    Both apprehension and excitement warred within her, with excitement edging out in front. She hadn’t been in their home in years and was curious to see if there had been any changes.
    Their mother had left when they were only boys. They had that in common. None of them had had mothers growing up, but at least hers hadn’t left by choice. Her father kept her up on all the news so she knew their father had passed away five years ago. It had been the two of them living here alone ever since.
    The light was on over the stove, giving her a pretty clear view of the room. It was like stepping into a time capsule. The kitchen was almost exactly the same—dated but clean and functional. Actually, it was cleaner than she would have expected with two men living here. “Do you have a housekeeper?”
    That would certainly throw a monkey wrench into things. No way was she having hot sex with two men while their housekeeper slept downstairs. She slowed, but Wes kept his hand on the small of her back, urging her through the kitchen.
    “No, no housekeeper,” Wes assured her. “Although we do have a woman come in every Wednesday to clean and do the laundry.” He bent down and nibbled on her neck. “We’re all alone.”
    Goose bumps trailed from her neck and down her arm. Was she really doing this?
    They passed the living room on the right. It was dark, but she could make out the shape of several large leather couches, perfect for two big men to sprawl out on at the end of a long day. They were new. She remembered a sofa and two chairs with faded brown-and-beige stripes.
    The stairs loomed before her and she grabbed the banister for support.
    “You okay?” It was Remy who asked. He’d stopped several stairs above her and was watching her intently.
    She nodded, half afraid to speak.
    His harsh features softened slightly, or as much as they could on a hard man like Remy. The scar on his left cheek gave him a rough appearance, almost sinister.
    “Where did you get it?” She motioned to the scar, wondering how it had happened, wincing at how much it must have hurt.
    “A horse who’d been abused caught me with his right hoof.” He fingered the scar before dropping his hand. “My fault. I should have realized how spooked he was and approached him differently.”
    Cherry sucked in a breath. He could have easily been killed, yet he blamed himself and not the animal. That said everything there was to say about Remy Smith.
    “Broke my nose too,” he added ruefully.
    “Gave it character,” Wes quipped.
    “I can give you some character, little brother, if you’d like.”
    Cherry giggled. It was a nervous sound. The brothers sounded the same as they had all those years ago. Little had changed. Except for one small detail. She was about to sleep with both of them.
    Remy came back down two stairs and towered over her. Wes stood behind her, his hands on her waist.