"Melissa?" Panic rode in the gruff undertones of Roger's voice.

"I'm okay." She shook her head, realizing part of her disorientation was from the position of the SUV. They'd come to a rest on the roof of the truck, hanging from their seat belts. She'd lost her shoes in the crash, but otherwise she didn't feel banged up, only a little sick from the roll down the embankment. "You okay back there?" She craned her head around to see.

"Oh sure, ask how he's doing," Roger grumbled.

She narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance, feeling a strange euphoria now that the impact was over. "I can see you're fine, silly."

He blinked, and Melissa had the insight that no one had ever called him silly before. From childhood, she suspected he'd been a very serious guy.

"I'm good." Dean unbuckled his belt, crashing to the ceiling, which was now their floor, then flicked on the overhead light by his knee. Sliding to the far window, he whistled. "Looks like there is only one way out."

He was right. One side of the truck had come to rest against a mass of trees, leaving only the other side open, although a large tree limb flanked that side of the vehicle.

Roger unclipped, then, in a move that had a strange tingle riding through her body, lowered himself to the floor. Muscles rippled and bunched, straining against the white shirt as he supported two hundred pounds.

I bet naked he's magnificent, Naughty Melissa whispered from deep inside her.

He turned, pausing a second when he saw her face.

"Will you help me out?" she asked to distract him.

"Sure." He caught her easily as she unclipped, gently setting her on the roof.

"Fuck and damn, this door won't open. Roger, get back here and help, you lazy sack."

Oh my god, I was just in an accident, and I feel like ripping off his clothes. What the hell is wrong with me?

Roger met her gaze, opening his mouth to zing back a witty retort to Dean, then his eyes narrowed.

A chill rode up her body. He knows. He knows I want him.

In slow motion, he pulled her head forward for a whisper-soft kiss, tumbling her stomach with desire so fresh and sharp, it knifed through her. She'd been expecting him to be rough and demanding, but instead he gave her the perfect first kiss.

"I see how it is." Dean gave the window an extra shove. "While I'm distracted, you make a run for the girl. Nice."

Roger lifted his head, his gaze so intense she shivered. He'd make a serious, driven lover. He'd be worth giving up a Saturday morning for.

Dean knocked a couple times on the metal below him. "Hey, kids. Want to get out of here?"

She blinked herself free of the desire trapping her. The embarrassment set in then. "Sorry." A blush crept up her face, her strong, upper-class values kicking in, even if she was the poor relation of the family. What was wrong with her? Public displays of affection were seriously taboo and the lusting…oh God, the lusting had gotten out of control.

"While I wouldn't mind watching Roger strip you out of that delicious dress you're wearing, we need to get out of here." Dean hunkered down to stare out the window. "It looks like there's a piece of broken tree across the door."

Wait. Did Dean just say he wanted to see her have sex with another man? No. No way had he said that. He was just being his usual jokester self, poking at her, most likely in retaliation for her choosing his competition.

Although had she chosen? She really didn't feel as if she had. Roger had kissed her, but that didn't mean she'd agreed to date him.

Roger tugged her hair. "He's a pervert. Ignore him." Then he ducked under the inverted front seat into the back.

Melissa leaned against the dashboard, trying to get comfortable as she watched the two hottest men she'd ever met unsuccessfully struggle to open the door. Muscles bulged and tempers grew testy. Despite the chill in the air, which had her huddling into her coat, Dean shed his jacket and shirt, showing off a lean, hardened body that gave her a small shiver.

Roger stopped working, staring at her. "I saw that."

She blinked. "What?"

"You just drooled over him."

She could feel heat start to rise up her neck again. "I don't drool, thank you very much."

"Oh, you're drooling, sister," he snapped.

Dean burst out laughing, the sound a bit gleeful.

Roger turned his laser-sharp gaze on his best friend. "Something funny?"

"Ditching the shirt always hooks the ladies."

"She just kissed me." Roger said it like they'd be married next week.

"Just because you swooped in to seal the deal doesn't mean she chose you." Dean wiggled his eyebrows while he shrugged back into his shirt, since they'd given up on trying to break the window.

"Sure it does."

The worst outcome was coming to pass before anything had even started. It annoyed her. Hauling herself up from where she'd become an iceberg on the cold metal, she faced off with the two men. "Kisses aren't contracts, Roger."

He narrowed his eyes, his mind so clearly going toward domination a neon sign couldn't have announced it better.

It was time to do something drastic. The idea that hit her had to be the worst one she'd ever come up with, but with a spontaneity like she hadn't shown since college, she caught the collar of Dean's shirt in both hands and pulled him close. Before she could chicken out, she kissed him.

It wasn't the worst kiss she'd ever had, but she'd landed slightly off his mouth, and the embarrassment kept her from enjoying it fully.

She thought Dean would laugh, just like he always did about everything, but he didn't. In fact, he drew her closer with one corded, lean, yummy arm.

When it ended, she licked her lips and stared at her shoe-less feet, looking at the runs in her hose with unfocused eyes. Which had she liked better? Maybe Roger, but not by much.

When she glanced up, she met two set of eyes, one angry and one mildly amused.

"Well?" Dean asked.

Roger crossed his arms, letting out a huff. "She still hasn't decided."

"This isn't easy, you know." She frowned, feeling sorry for herself. "I mean, you're both equally yummy in such different ways."

She caught Dean mouthing "yummy" to Roger and couldn't control her urge to pinch him.

"Ouch." He jumped. "What was that for?"

"Be serious for once," she snapped, sitting on the icy floor. "This isn't easy. I want you both."