Katelyn got out of her car and walked quickly to the front door of the twenty-four hour fitness center. At eleven-thirty at night, it was pitch black except for the few pole lights scattered throughout the parking lot and at the entrance. Pushing the buttons on the entry as fast as she could, she pulled the door open and hurried inside. There were three other cars in the parking lot, so she was glad she wouldn’t be alone. She wouldn’t have stopped if there were no other cars here. A couple of weeks ago she had worked half a double, getting off at three in the morning. The place had been empty except for her. It was creepy.

She changed in the locker room and walked into the workout room. She always made sure she knew her surroundings. A lone guy was in the far corner lifting weights, another was working on the machines, and the third was on the treadmill. Two of the men, the one on the machines and the one on the treadmill, were familiar to the center at this time of night. They were always friendly, smiling and chatting with her. In fact, they were the two that she fantasized and masturbated over. She knew that they were FBI agents at the headquarters office in Omaha and lived in Council Bluffs. She didn’t like being alone in the center and that happened late at night, but it also heightened her awareness of how handsome and well built these two men were. They made her think of sweaty, wild, monkey sex.

Smiling, she gave a quick wave to the guy on the machines, the one with blue eyes like the water in the Caribbean on a sunny day. She walked to the treadmills and chose the one next to the man who had longer dark hair and chocolate brown eyes that were intense, as though he was looking deep into your soul. Neither one wore a wedding ring, but she knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Ninety-percent of the doctors she worked with at the hospital were married and didn’t wear their rings.

The one on the treadmill nodded to her but kept up his pace. She smiled back and started her machine, setting a steady run. She loved to run. She could run for an hour, two hours, three hours, whatever she had time for, and never get tired of it. Working the machines or lifting weights wasn’t her thing; if she couldn’t run on the treadmill, she would use the pool and swim laps. Working the afternoon shift, labor and delivery, at Midlands General Hospital, she needed to be able to work off the stress of the day. While she jogged on the treadmill, she listened to her MP3 player and within minutes she was in her zone, her pace set. The man lifting weights walked past her, nodded, and continued to the men’s locker room. Now it was just her and the two FBI agents.

About a half hour later, the blue-eyed agent working the machines walked to the treadmills. Hooking his arms over the bar, he talked to the quiet, brown haired agent who had now stopped running. With her headphones in, Katelyn couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jogging along, she made up her mind that if these guys left she would leave to so she wouldn’t be alone in the place. It freaked her out being the only one here. Not only did some of the guys who came in late at night think that the women who worked out that late at night were just after a quick fuck, but the neighborhood wasn’t the best. Gangs of want-to-be’s roamed the area and it wouldn’t surprise her if they broke in. Checking her watch, she saw that she had been running for an hour, which was a good workout. She slowed the treadmill to a stop, pulled the earphones out of her ears, and let them drop around her neck. Maybe tonight was the night that she could break the ice and really get to know these two.

“You finished for the night?” asked the blue-eyed god who was facing her.

“Yeah. If you guys are leaving, I don’t want to be here alone. It’s creepy.”

“If you want to stay longer we’ll wait with you.” He smiled and her heart beat a little faster. The man was so gorgeous. He was wearing a faded gray T-shirt with FBI ACADEMY printed across the front. It was tight across his muscular chest and well defined arms.

“That’s so sweet, thanks, but I’m kind of tired anyway,” she said. “Tonight was really busy at work.”

“Where do you work?”

“At Midlands General. I’m a labor and delivery nurse. The full moon seems to push all the pregnant woman into labor.”

“Tough job.” He winced.

“I like what I do. Most of the time it’s a happy place, sometimes it’s sad.”

Turning his head to the side, his clear blue eyes shining, he asked, “Why is your job sad?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she tried not to be too much of a Debbie Downer. “Things happen. Sometimes something goes wrong, and you can’t do anything about it. People come in excited to be having a baby and have to go home without one.”

The three were silent for a moment. Not wanting the conversation to go south, she smiled, held out her hand, and introduced herself. “I’m Katelyn Reese. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve seen you here a lot.”

Blue eyes smiled and put his big hand in her much smaller one, “Jake Bernnet.” He nodded toward the guy on the treadmill who had been quietly standing, listening to them. “That’s Andy Green. We work together.”

She nodded. “You’re FBI agents, right?”

“Yeah. How did you know?” He gave a cautious smile.

“It’s not really hard.” She chuckled, bobbing her head toward his chest and the big black lettering across it. “Unless you bought those shirts at a novelty shop, it’s kind of liking wearing an advertisement.”

Jake looked down at his shirt and smiled. “Yeah, I never thought of that. You get quite of few of these shirts at the academy.”

Drowning in the blueness of his eyes, Katelyn tried to focus on the conversation. She was dying to find out if these two guys were married or involved but her brain couldn’t come up with a clever way to ask. Just go for it, she told herself. You want them, they make you wet, just ask them their status. “Your wives don’t care that you don’t come home right after work?”

“Not married.”

She looked at Mr. Brown Eyes on the treadmill. He smiled and shook his head no.

“What? No girlfriends, no significant others?” Again, both men shook their heads, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“And what about you?” asked Jake. “Are you involved with anyone?”

“No. I’m single, unattached, free. Whatever you want to call it.”

“You seem happy about it.”

“I am. I tried the whole fall in love, get engaged thing. It didn’t work out. I like my freedom. I like coming and going when I want.”

“And what about an intimate relationship? Don’t you miss that?”

“Yeah, I do. I like sex. I just don’t want to meet a guy who thinks that having sex needs to be any more than that.”

“Well, then I say that this is your lucky night.”

“What do you mean?” she asked even though she knew perfectly well what he meant. She was flirting, she knew. She basically told the guys that she wanted to have sex with no strings. The problem was which one would she choose. Both were gorgeous. Both had different qualities. Jake was friendly and talkative, even flirty. Andy had yet to say a word, but he had a dark, mysterious air about him. Both had dark stubble on their chins and cheeks that was oh-so sexy. Andy’s hair was a little bit longer than Jake’s but still styled, soft enough to make her want to run her fingers through it. Each was a dream man. Muscular, handsome faces, and by the bulge in their shorts, well hung. She would take either one or…

Her thoughts returned to being fucked by two guys and her panties got wetter. It had been her fantasy for a while now. Were these guys into that? Could she be so lucky?

Jake smiled at her. “Andy and I happen to be looking for a casual hookup.”

Okay, now her panties were soaked. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at both. “And how am I supposed to choose between you? Both of you are magnificent eye candy and look like you know your way around a woman’s body.”

“That’s the best part. You don’t have to. You can have us both.”