A sound halted me at the door to my room, a rhythmic rattle, like a blind flapping against the window—except the sound was too fast for that, too fast and getting faster.

“Slow down,” hissed a voice: Joe’s voice. “I think I heard someone.”

Another voice groaned something coaxing. The rattling slowed but did not stop.

Jesus. My hand flattened over my pounding heart. Joe and Sean were fucking in my room. A wave of heat swept me from scalp to ankle—instant, intense arousal. I didn’t even have time to take offense. Awash in cream, my clit beat a frantic tattoo against the seam of my jeans.

My knees gave way. My hand brushed the door. The latch clicked. The door swung open an inch. Wincing, I grabbed the frame.

I could see them through the gap in the door. Oh, could I see them. Both men were stark naked. Joe was bent forward at the waist, his arms propped straight on my footboard. Legs straddled wide, every muscle in his thighs and calves stood out with tension. There was no mistaking what that tension was, either—Sean was sodomizing him. The force of his thrusts made the bed rattle. His tight pink buttocks clenched as he forged in and out.

My, what a cute rump Sean had. I’d been so distracted by Joe’s crush on me, I’d never noticed. Now I longed to kiss it, to bite it. My knuckles whitened on the door. With an effort, I kept still.

Sean was shorter than Joe, but he looked at home on top. He caressed Joe’s hair-shadowed torso with a handful of yellow silk. Its trailing edge brushed Joe’s upthrust cock, which bobbed like a spring at the contact. Sean chuckled and repeated the tease.

Apparently, he enjoyed tormenting Joe as much as I did.

But what of it? Sean wasn’t my concern. Joe was. I turned my attention to my favorite tormentee.

Sweat spiked Joe’s straight dark hair. His face red, he grimaced—but not, I thought, with pain. As I watched, he arched his back and tipped his buttocks higher.

Accepting the offer of access, Sean gripped his shoulders and levered deeper. “Gotta have it, don’t you? Can’t hardly go a day without it. Hell, if I did you every hour, you’d still want more.”

“Fuck you,” Joe responded, even as he pushed wholeheartedly into the next thrust.

Sean laughed. He nipped the apple of Joe’s shoulder and rubbed his cheek across the smooth, olive skin. The gesture made my insides turn over. I hadn’t thought Sean capable of tenderness—or that his relationship with Joe was more than a power trip.

“Would she do this for you?” he asked. “Would she lay you over the end of my bed and bugger you till you begged?”

She? I wondered. She as in me?

Joe choked out a laugh. “That would take some doing, considering her equipment.”

Sean laughed, too, and then I really felt like an intruder.

But it was my room! Taking a quick breath for courage, I shoved the door open. The lovers froze, mid-stroke.

“Shit,” said Sean.

“Oh, my god,” said Joe.

Young Joe’s face was a canvas for his emotions. I read contrition in the compression of his lips, embarrassment in his flaming cheeks.

“Kate. We didn’t expect you back so early.”

“I guess not,” I said.

At the dryness of my tone, he tried to disengage. Sean wouldn’t have it. His arms formed a vise around Joe’s waist. With a short grunt, he slung himself deeper. Joe couldn’t stifle a groan of pleasure.

That groan was all the impetus I needed to step inside.

Joe’s head came up. His cognac-colored eyes darkened. That’s when I knew my lodgers were here, in my room, because the chance I might walk in lent a thrill to the proceedings. But I could live with that—considering the thrill they’d given me.

Hiding a smile, I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it over a chair. What a bad girl I was, and getting badder by the minute. Beneath my apple-red turtleneck the tips of my breasts felt cold, as if they’d been capped in steel.

Sean was the first to notice. His thrusting stuttered to a halt.

“Well, well, well. Looks like our landlady isn’t miffed, after all.” He circled one finger around Joe’s nipple, a tiny mirror of my own. “Why don’t you ask her if she wants to join us?”

Clearly, Sean expected me to run from this challenge.

“Yes, why don’t you?” I said, my voice as sultry as I could make it.

Joe’s gasp sounded loud in the hush of my attic bedroom. His prick bobbed up another inch—and stayed there.

Had I ever seen anyone swing so high? I stepped closer. The tip of his penis was shiny and full, plum-red, plum-shaped. I licked my lips. Joe moaned.

Behind him, Sean eyed me like the snake eyes the mongoose. He didn’t pull free, though. Maybe he didn’t realize I wanted him right where he was.

I circled the locked pair, savoring the sheen of sweat, the ripple of lean male muscle. They made a pretty picture, what with Sean so fair and Joe so dark. Sean’s buttocks tightened as though he could feel my eyes on them. Then I reached the other side.

No one could miss how my perusal had energized Joe. His erection grazed the skin beneath his navel. I suspected it was painful.

He looked at me now and bit his smooth lower lip. “Do you—do you want to join us?”

“That depends on your partner,” I said. “Were you serious about the invitation, Sean? Or testing whether I’d bite?”

“Try it and I’ll bite back.” He bared his teeth. “And I do like women—in case that’s what you really want to know.”

Smug, sexy bastard. I’d deal with him later. In fact, I was looking forward to it. For now, though, Joe and his beautiful boner were my primary concern.