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Tyler and Gunnar insisted on taking her home. Kelly was quiet during the ride and withdrew into her bedroom when she arrived. She wanted to call Nicolla to ask about the interview meeting, but it was still too early—Nicolla was more than likely still in the office with her bosses. She hoped Nicolla could pull it off, unlike herself who had ruined the film shoot. Kelly felt bad and frustrated. She didn’t know how long she could keep this charade going or how to find a way to switch back.

She slipped into the most unflattering of Nicolla’s pyjamas she could find and dived into the bed. She needed a nap and to think. Maybe after a good rest, she’d be able to find a solution to their problem. There had to be a way. There had to.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, Tyler followed her to bed. He slipped under the covers and snuggled behind her. “Nick, you want to talk about what’s going on?”

Kelly squirmed, wide-eyed. The last thing she needed right now was Tyler in her bed. She couldn’t think whenever he was near. His raw power of sexuality was too tempting to resist. To her dismay, Gunnar also joined them. She wasn’t sure. How could she handle two Bengals when she had trouble keeping up with one?

“Nicky, babe,” Gunnar whispered, “are you feeling all right?”

“Honestly, I need some me time if you don’t mind. I want to take a nap.”

Gunnar bullied his way into bed so Kelly soon found herself being sandwiched between the two men. “You can take a nap. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Tyler piped up his agreement. “We’re worried about you.”

“Very. Especially when you wear these pyjamas. You hated everything Harry bought for you,” Gunnar added.

Oh, damn
. Kelly scrambled to sit up. “If I tell you what’s going on, will you leave me alone?”

“That depends,” Tyler answered.

“Maybe.” Gunnar gave her a naughty grin.

Kelly exhaled a long breath, thinking about how to make this whole thing sound reasonable. “I couldn’t remember anything when I woke up this morning. I can’t remember my job, my friends or anything about my life. I don’t remember about you two. Are we…have we been seeing one another for long?”

Both Tyler and Gunnar stared at her with mouths half open. Gunnar recovered first, pointing a finger at his brother. “What kind of drug did you give her?”

“I didn’t give her anything. You know I’m trying to keep her clean.”

“Please!” Kelly interrupted. “I don’t need this right now.”

“You can’t remember us?” Gunnar sounded scandalised. “Well, we have to make you remember again then.”

“Ditto.” Tyler looked serious. “You’ve had this amnesia since this morning?”

Kelly nodded, feeling guilty for lying.

“The thing is, you keep forgetting almost on a daily basis, Nick. We thought this was your self-defence mechanism.”

“Pardon me?”

“You’re on anti-depressants.”

“I am? Why?”

Gunnar smiled bitterly. “Because you hate everything.”

“Why?”

“God.” Gunnar looked at his brother. “She really doesn’t remember anything.”

“Kitten.” Tyler touched her shoulder. “We’re screwed, that’s why. Harry cheated us. We’re bound to work for him until we die.”

“That’s nonsense. Have you seen a lawyer to get out of the contract?”

“They can’t help us. We’ve tried.”

“I mean, have you seen a really good lawyer?”

“You mean outside the District? We can’t afford them.”

“Don’t I make a lot of money?” Kelly became confused.

“Harry makes a lot of money. Not you. Not us. We told you, we’re screwed.” Tyler ran his hand along her arm. “Enough talking about Harry. We should do something about your amnesia.”

“Agreed. We ought to make you remember about us again. Maybe nice, hot, sweaty nookie?” Gunnar suggested, pressing his body to Kelly.

“I was thinking about taking her to the doctor, but your idea is so much better. We’ll take her to see Dr Brown later.”

“But—” Kelly protested.

“No buts,” Gunnar cut in. “It’s crazy you can’t remember us. We’ve been seeing each other for two years. You badly need a reminder—”

“Of why you’re seeing us in the first place,” Tyler finished.

“But—”

“Shhh, no buts.” Gunnar sat up and started to unbutton her pyjamas. “Bra? Since when do you wear a bra? I don’t remember you even owning one. Never mind, we need to loosen this up.”

“I don’t think—”

“Kitten, be good.” Tyler worked on her pyjama bottoms. With one swift move, he pulled her pants down to her ankles.

“Tyler! Oh…” Kelly covered her breasts when Gunnar yanked her bra off. “Give that back.”

Gunnar crushed her lips with his as an answer. Kelly’s breath stalled in her throat. The kiss was feral, full of greed. His lips mashed hers, his tongue prising her mouth open. Kelly accepted him with a muffled moan. He settled his hands on her breasts, feeling her, exploring her curves. Kelly felt aroused. Her nipples hardened at his first touch, and a flutter of pleasant sensation rippled from the depths of her pussy.

Kelly jumped when soft kisses rained on her hips. Tyler was there, trailing more sloppy, wet kisses down to the juncture of her thighs. Her panties came off next, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Gunnar had made sure she couldn’t squeak a protest—he drowned her with ravenous kisses to the point she couldn’t breathe. She clawed his shoulder and tore her mouth from his.

“God!” she yelled, unthinking. Tyler had licked her pussy lips while she was struggling to get free from Gunnar’s kiss.

“Nick.” Tyler growled. “You love having your pussy eaten.”

“I do?”

Gunnar swore, talking to his brother, “Kitten’s really losing it. Get some whipped cream from the fridge.”

“What? No. What’s that for?” Kelly panicked.

“So your pussy tastes even sweeter.” Tyler gestured to Gunnar. “You get that whipped cream, G.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m…” Her words died out when Tyler and Gunnar glared down at her.

“Do you want to know why are you seeing us, Nick? Do you want to remember everything again?” Tyler asked.

“Yes, but—”

“You have to trust us. Why have you turned shy all of a sudden?”

Kelly swallowed hard. She wasn’t too adventurous about exploring her sexuality. She’d never tried anything but vanilla sex with Andi. On their honeymoon in Verve Island, she’d let Andi go down on her once, but she hadn’t really enjoyed it. She was embarrassed about having her pussy licked. She didn’t know why—she just was.

“Do you trust us?”

She considered her options, realising she didn’t have any. She couldn’t risk ruining Nicolla’s relationship with Tyler and Gunnar, not after what she’d done at her movie shoot this morning. “Fine.”

“Good kitty.” Tyler nodded to his brother about the whipped cream. “Don’t start without me.” Gunnar slipped down from the bed, grinning.

“Define what you mean by starting.” Tyler winked at her, his lips curled into a naughty smile. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

From the hallway, Gunnar shouted something that suspiciously sounded like, “Don’t be a dickhole.”

Tyler pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Kelly looked the other way while he got undressed. She crossed her legs, listening to the wild drumming of her heart. She twitched when Tyler touched her. He pushed her thighs open again. “Now, where were we?”

She suppressed her whimper. Tyler ran his hands from her shoulders, down to her breasts and belly then down to her pussy. His touches were light, causing her to shiver. The familiar aches thrummed from her sex, and new heat ignited. He didn’t break eye contact while he was touching her. His gaze told her so much more. Full adoration that she was his goddess, his idol and one he couldn’t live without. “Tell me why you’re turning so shy?”

Kelly bit her lip. Tyler spread her pussy lips open, his thumb playing with her clit. She moistened. “I-I don’t know.”

“You know. You just won’t tell me.”

She squeaked. Tyler traced a finger into her opening and dipped a knuckle inside her. “It’s embarrassing.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know. It’s just embarrassing.”

Tyler pulled his finger out and oiled her pussy lips with her own juice. “You’re being silly. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Gunnar came back with the whipped cream. “Nice,” Tyler commented, catching the can that Gunnar flung at him. Tyler shook it while watching her reaction. “Are you ready?”

Kelly froze. “I… I don’t know…”

“Too bad.” Gunnar undressed. “’Cause we are.”

Tyler aimed the can on her pussy and squeezed.

“Oh!” Kelly jolted. “It’s cold!” Fluffy white foam blanketed her sex, chilling the source of her heat.

“It’s cold now,” Tyler agreed, “but it won’t be for long.” He leant down and started to eat the cream off her pussy as if he was eating his favourite sundae. First, he licked the top, then he ate his way to the centre. His tongue danced on her lips, mouth slurping, teeth nipping.

She clawed the bed sheet, shutting her eyes. Rainbows of colours flashed before her. The sinful sensation that was too good for words. Tyler licked away any remnant of the cream before his tongue darted into her cunt. He teased again, swirling deeper and deeper. Kelly writhed, thrashing. He was driving her out of her mind. She opened her eyes, utterly amazed at the feeling.

“Keep the rhythm, Ty. She loves it.” Gunnar scooted to her side, seized her face, and gave her a deep, sloppy kiss. “I know something else that would go good with the whipped cream.”

Kelly swallowed hard. Gunnar stroked his cock and iced himself with the sweet, creamy goodness.

“Come have a try, kitten. Don’t be shy…”

Kelly opened her mouth and accepted his offering. She licked the cream from his enormous tip, then stretched her jaws wide to accommodate his girth. Gunnar made a purring sound, encouraging her to take him deeper. She sucked him, tentatively at first. When she found she liked the way he tasted, Kelly took him as deep as she could muster without gagging. Her inhibitions loosened.

Tyler slapped her pussy before he nipped her clit and sucked her with all his might. She moaned through a mouthful of cock.
God
. She squirmed again. White, pure pleasure stabbed through her cunt. Her swollen pussy clenched. Muscles tightened. An unexpected tide of climax crashed on her. She cried, quivering.

Both Tyler and Gunnar voiced their satisfaction watching her come. “How luscious,” Tyler commented. He scrambled up. “Here we go. I already got her going nicely.”

Still sobbing from the aftermath, Kelly felt helpless. Her state of mind was nothing more than a mass of jellying glob. She could barely comprehend what would be done to her when Gunnar took his cock out of her mouth and switched positions with his brother. She blinked. Tyler’s face loomed above her and his cock brushed her lips. “Suck me, kitten, nice and easy.”

She did what she’d been told, the cock filling her mouth. Kelly gasped. At the same time, Gunnar filled her pussy with his cock. He stretched her cunt open, thrusting deeply into her with brutal strength. Kelly clawed the sheet, bracing herself for the impact. Her cries were a mixture of thrill and agony.
Oh God, the way a Bengal fucks
. His pistoning thrusts hammered her to the edge of the bed. Tyler cursed and anchored her to stay still.