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And if pain followed the ecstasy she would deal with it.

“Good.” He tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. He
gave her a quick nip to the bottom lip he soothed away with his tongue before
pulling her into another one of his toe-curling kisses. Their tongues rubbed
and played tag, the men’s arms around her all that held up her shaking legs.

Archer pulled back and it was Warren’s turn. His kiss
started out softer, his lips firmer, but less overwhelming. Or so she thought
until he framed her face with his hands and pulled her into the vortex of his
kiss. Sarah thrust her hands into his hair and hung on.

Every part of her body was ablaze with need and demand. Each
lick, each caress fanning the flames.

She wasn’t sure if she could go on for much longer. She
needed more but didn’t want to give up the kiss. Just as she thought it would
be too much Archer cupped her breasts, her back to his front. She wore only a
half corset, leaving the sensitive tips of her breasts uncovered. His touch
shot through her. She arched her back, trying to increase the pressure of his
hands.

He kissed her nape. “Easy, darling. Just let go.” One hand
spread across her rib cage and then stroked down her stomach until it reached
the inferno between her legs. At the same time, Warren caressed her earlobes
with his fingertips before stroking down her neck. Goose bumps spread across
her body, followed by tingles that encompassed every cell.

Archer collected her skirts until he could get his hand
beneath them. Sarah promised herself she’d only wear one petticoat tomorrow. He
caressed her shin, the back of her knee and finally curved his hand around the
inside of her thigh.

Tomorrow she’d go without underwear. Sarah hated the stupid
cotton that stood between her and his touch. Now she’d given herself
permission, she wanted to feel everything.

Warren undid the buttons of her blouse and opened the halves
to the hot studio air. Her nipples hardened. She held her breath, waiting for
his caress. She dragged her lids open, only now realizing she’d closed them.
Warren’s eyes glittered with the same need steamrolling through her. He lowered
his head until his breath brushed her peaks through the cotton of her chemise.
He looked up at her, pausing just before his goal.

In the end she couldn’t stand it. Sarah grabbed his head and
pulled it against her chest.

Warren chuckled and circled a tip with his tongue before
sucking on it. At the exact same time Archer rubbed his finger over her wet
opening. She groaned. He continued to caress her, getting his finger thoroughly
wet. Then he circled her clitoris.

She screamed.

That set them off. Archer teased and tortured her quim,
fondling the sensitive lips with light caresses and heavier touches. At the
same time Warren pushed down her chemise and sucked on her nipples. The one he
didn’t tantalize with his lips and tongue he tormented with his fingers.

Their combined assault drove her pleasure higher and higher.
Sparks raced through her and heaviness gathered between her legs. It grew and
grew, making her simultaneously want to run away and toward it. In the end they
left her no choice, but launched her over the edge into the vortex of nearly
unbearable pleasure.

Sarah had no breath left to scream again. All that came out
was a guttural groan. Her knees gave out and the three of them sank to the
floor. She slumped against Archer, her legs across Warren’s lap.

Little shocks of pleasure continued to make her shiver and
it took all her concentration to breathe. Slowly she climbed out of the
whirlpool of sensations and became aware of her surroundings.

Archer stroked one broad palm up and down her back. Warren
had peeled off her stockings and caressed her calves.

Their touch helped to ground her in reality again. Sarah
loved the pleasure, the volatile explosion they’d shown her twice now. But the
quiet moments after and their gentle care filled her heart even more. For once
she had nothing more to worry about but taking her next breath. Everything else
was secondary.

She snuggled closer into Archer’s arms and held one hand out
to Warren, not wanting him to be so far away. He shifted, but while he did his
rock-hard member brushed against her.

He hissed and stiffened.

Sarah sat up. “Are you all right?”

He chuckled and gently resettled her legs. “I’m more than
all right, I am fabulous.” He kissed her hand. “There is nothing more
breath-stealing than taking you into pleasure.”

“But what about you two?”

He frowned and looked over her shoulder at Archer. “What
about us?”

She growled. “Don’t treat me like an idiot. If I grow
aroused and you enjoy my rapture I have to assume your need grows as well.” She
gestured between the two of them. “This feels somewhat one-sided.” She
scrambled to her knees, her hopelessly creased skirts pooling around her. “I
want to give you pleasure, same as you gave me.”

Her two men straightened. “You don’t have to,” Archer said.
“We’re here for you.”

Sarah tilted her chin. “Don’t be such ninnies. The books all
say that touch goes both ways. If you feel anything like I did after that very
first session you have to be desperate for release.”

“Books?” Archer asked.

“After the first session.” Warren wondered.

She waved them off. Her curiosity catapulted her past her
apprehension. They’d seen her naked. Now she wanted to do the same. And touch
them.

Sarah tugged off the blouse Warren had already undone and
climbed to her feet to step out of her skirts. Left only in her chemise and
underpants, ignoring her red face, she knelt before Warren and undid his shirt.
“Would you two like a written invitation?” She looked over at Archer. “You have
to be boiling in those clothes.”

He studied her for a moment and climbed to his feet, where
he unbuttoned his shirt, each move slow and deliberate, giving it a sense of
gravity.

She wet her suddenly dry lips.

“He is beautiful, isn’t he?” Warren opened the rest of his
shirt. Her fingers had lost all grace. She couldn’t get the stupid buttons
undone.

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Archer is one of my favorite subjects to
paint.”

In the back of her mind she wondered how a man as masculine
as Warren could describe another as beautiful. A sliver of doubt wiggled through
but was pushed aside by the feast before her eyes.

She pushed open the halves of Warren’s shirt and drew them
off his shoulders. Sparks shot through her tummy. Warren was just as beautiful
as Archer. Taller, leaner, well-proportioned and filled with so much power it
dripped from every pore.

With care Sarah settled her palms on his chest, only to
flinch at the heat of his skin. She spread her fingers wide, attempting to
touch as much as possible at the same time.

His skin was much softer than she had anticipated. She added
her second hand and moved across his chest, his shoulders, his upper arms and
his waist. He allowed her exploration, but the muscles under her hands grew
harder and harder. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Enjoying yourself?” a dark voice whispered, his breath a
teasing touch in itself. She shivered when Archer kissed the spot just below
her ear.

Then she stiffened. “Oh my goodness.”

She snatched back her hands and clasped them before her. “I
am sorry.” She couldn’t look at them.

Warren looked at Archer, but his lover appeared similarly
mystified. He took her hands and set them on his chest. Archer massaged her
tense shoulders.

Something had pulled her completely out of the moment. She
was horrified.

He captured her chin in a firm grip and forced her to look
at him. “What happened?”

She took a breath as if to speak, but instead bit her lip.

“Tell us, Sarah.” Archer’s deep voice made Warren shiver.
The command was unmistakable.

When she remained silent, her gorgeous eyes filled with
storm clouds, Archer growled. “I thought we’d just established that all of us
wanted to experience this relationship to its fullest. We can only do so if
we’re hon—if we’re open with each other.”

Warren noticed how his friend changed his words. His chest
ached. They couldn’t demand honesty when they themselves kept this huge secret.

Sarah frowned and pulled back from Warren’s grip to look at
Archer. “Well, if you’re so all-knowing, tell me how this is supposed to work?”
Her gaze flicked between the two of them. “Do I give Warren five minutes and
then the same to you or do I dedicate myself to one and then the other?” She
threw her hands in the air. “Is there a manual somewhere on how to deal with
two lovers at the same time? The books didn’t really go into detail.”

She poked both of them with her index finger. “It’s all
right for you. You only have me to worry about. I, however, have to juggle both
of your feelings.”

Warren couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing. He
laughed even harder when both Archer and Sarah stared at him. He lifted Sarah’s
poking finger and kissed it. “I am not laughing at you. I just don’t think
either of us had ever thought of that.”

She said something under her breath.

“What was that?” Archer asked.

“I enjoy both your company, but I worry if I get pulled in
too deep the third ends up feeling neglected.” She shrugged and looked down. “I
cannot imagine being with one of you, but not the other.”

Joy and relief spread through Warren.

Archer kissed Sarah’s neck, desire marking every inch of his
face, but his eyes were serious. “You don’t have to worry. We want nothing more
than for you to sink so deep into our passion you can’t think of anything
else.”

Warren nodded. “You’ve shared with us how you feel. This is
all we need.” He kissed her. “We understand this won’t be easy, but if we all
keep communicating with each other, raising any concerns before they can
fester, this relationship will work.”

Sarah frowned, looking between the two of them. He tried to
look as encouraging as possible. Her expression smoothed out and she nodded.
“Maybe…maybe you should start on the sketches. I’ve—” She waved between Archer
and him. “I seem to have broken the mood and my father is expecting me home
soon.”

He didn’t quite believe her, but after the roller coaster
they’ve been on he didn’t want to push her. “Sweet, you haven’t spoiled
anything, but if your time is limited let’s get back to work.”

He picked up her blouse and skirt and carried them to the
screen.

She moved to follow, but beeping sounded from outside.
Archer walked to the door and opened it to one of their hover-tons. It carried
the tea tray on the flat top. Warren enjoyed how her face lit up as she
examined the machine. After a couple of minutes of firing questions at Archer,
she hurried behind the screen to get undressed.

Warren shook out his arms and struggled to focus as Sarah
stepped out from behind the screen in the black robe.

He gritted his teeth and told his dick to relax. It made
very little difference.

“Would you like me in the same position as yesterday?” Sarah
asked.

“Yes, for now let’s stick to the one with your hands behind
your head and your back arched.”

She slipped off the robe and took the position.

Warren sank down, primed his timer and sketched. With some
of the issues hanging over their heads like Damocles’ sword cleared up it was
much easier for him to slide into the zone. The man knew he would have
opportunity to caress and seduce the beauty before him, so he allowed the
artist to take control.

The sharp beeping from his wrist and Archer’s call of
“Time!” pulled him mostly back to the present. He grabbed a glass of water and
paced up and down the closed picture windows. He wanted to paint her in
daylight, have the shimmer of the sun on her skin.

They would get there.

Warren allowed himself to remain in his artist world,
knowing Archer would take care of Sarah.

He tried hard not to let his brain run away from him. She
couldn’t imagine being with one but not the other. Sarah saw them as a package.
If only Warren could quash his worry on how it would work for him.

Archer wanted a family and only Sarah could provide that,
same as safety from prosecution. If Sarah and Archer married, he, Warren, would
be the odd one out even if he remained in the house as they had planned. He
would never be able to touch Sarah in public.

When they had children would the kids even know that Warren
was their father just as much as Archer? When they’d spoken about these details
he’d been so sure they would figure something out. Now the moment had come
closer, his stomach churned and his mouth grew dry.

He dragged himself away from his despairing thoughts. They
would cross that bridge when they came to it. For now he would treasure his time
with Archer and explore the new relationship with Sarah.

“Back to it, please,” he called to them.

Sarah pulled off the robe with no hesitation. Archer stepped
back into the shadows.

Warren let himself go, his fingers flying across the page,
working hard to capture her essence, her beauty. He struggled to seize the
indefinable extra she held deep inside.

He needed more time to deepen his understanding of her, of
her wishes and dreams. Every time they released her passion, her
je ne sais
quoi
rose closer to the surface. In time he would be able to put it on
canvas.

They went through three more sessions before he called an
end. His hands shook, the rush of drawing chasing through him. His cock hadn’t
softened since Sarah first dropped her robe. And after focusing all of himself
on her there was no chance any of his blood would flow back to his head any
time soon. He clenched and unclenched his hands, pacing along the covered
windows like a tiger in a cage.

“Warren?” Her sweet voice increased the tension in his body.
If he couldn’t touch her, he just wanted her to leave so he could pull out his
cock and have Archer suck it.

“Warren!” Her voice increased in volume and dragged him back
to the present.

“Yes?”

“Would you please come here?”

He followed her request until he stood before her. She hadn’t
tied the robe and the white of her skin shimmered in the soft gaslight. He grappled
to hang on to his control. Archer stood slightly behind her watching him with a
closed expression. Warren tried to tell him with his eyes to get her out of his
studio.

He failed.

Instead she clasped his face between her hands and kissed
him. He froze, not expecting her to initiate contact. Then conscious thought
vanished and he let the kiss fill his senses. Sarah was a little hesitant, a
little tentative, but he didn’t mind. Part of him wanted nothing more than to
drag her into his arms and wrench control from her, but somehow he clung to the
little shred of common sense he still had and held back. He didn’t want to ruin
this moment.

Sarah rubbed her tongue across his lips. He opened his mouth
to welcome her. A shiver ran through her as their tongues touched. She followed
the outline of his cheek and teased the rim of his ear with her fingertips and
finally twined her arms around his neck. He pulled back until he could study
her face.

Her pupils had dilated and her lips were swollen. She
returned his gaze for a moment before pulling him back down to her lips.

No need to ask me twice.

Archer stepped behind her.

Warren stopped paying attention to his lover as her taste
sank into him, filling every corner of his body.

And his heart.

Her sweet scent of honeysuckle surrounded him, separated
only by Archer’s sharper smell of machine oil and pine. Warren wanted to roll
around in both their scents.

Instead he curled his arms around Sarah, clasped her round
bottom and pulled her against his raging dick. He pushed the robe off her
shoulders and yanked his shirt off. The silk of her skin rubbed against his
naked torso. A groan escaped him as his balls drew up and he nearly came from
just the contact.

Every muscle in his body tightened when she touched his hard
cock. He tried to capture her hand, but she shook him off. “No, I told you I
want to touch you.”

Out of the corner of his eye Warren saw Archer walk to the
shelf to pull a small bottle out of one of the boxes before returning to their
side.

Then Sarah’s caresses held his focus. She had flattened her
hand and rubbed up and down his dick with a touch so soft he barely felt it
through the fabric of his trousers. “Harder,” he said, his voice resembling a
growl.

She looked up for a second before putting his request into
action. Warren’s head dropped back and his lids closed. His hands balled into
tight fists.

“Can…can I touch it?”

Please, Lord, give me strength.
He nodded and moved
as if to open his pants, but once again she slapped his hands away.

With each button she undid, the fire inside him roared
higher. Sweat gathered on his nape. “Archer!” His bark made her flinch, but
Warren couldn’t help that.

Archer, dressed only in his trousers, stepped beside Sarah and
captured her hands. “Right now he is incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest
touch is nearly too much. He doesn’t want to come in his pants and you’re
driving him crazy.” He grasped the two sides of Warren’s waistband, the fly half
open, and ripped. Buttons flew. Warren groaned as his cock jumped free from the
excruciating touch of the fabric.

“Here.” Archer opened the small bottle and poured lubricant
into her palm. “You need this to make things easier on you and more comfortable
for him.”

Sarah dipped the forefinger of her other hand into the oil
and smeared it between finger and thumb, studying it. With bated breath Warren
watched her as she stretched her fingers apart and watched the lube stretch as
well. Then she shrugged and held her palm out. Archer added more and she rubbed
her palms together, thoroughly wetting both her hands.

He swallowed.

“Take him in a firm grip at the base of his cock.”

Warren shivered. Having Archer instruct Sarah in the art of
holding his dick was not how he had anticipated the day to go.

“Oh fuck!” He growled when her cool hand grasped his
throbbing dick. He wanted to watch her, observe her fascination with her first
male member, but he could only feel. His hips jerked and he found himself
thrusting into her hand. She allowed it for a moment before wrapping her second
hand around the top part of his cock.

“It’s so soft.”

Warren snorted with laughter. “I hate to tell you, sweet,
but it doesn’t feel soft from my end.”

She blinked and laughed. “No, your…your penis is very hard,
but the skin covering it is so silky. I had not imagined this.”

Archer rested his chin on her shoulder and a hand on her
hip. “What were your expectations?”

She shrugged and rubbed her thumb up and down his thick
length. “I don’t really know. The books described the manhood, but I couldn’t
get a sense of what it would feel like.”

She moved her hand up and down his rod, but she also
improvised by pressing her thumb against the underside and intermittently
squeezing him.

Archer rubbed his hand across her hipbone. “You have
mentioned these books before. What kind of books include manhoods?” He covered
her top hand with his and uncurled it from Warren’s dick.

Warren cursed under his breath. He wasn’t sure how much
longer he could stand the torture.

“Form a circle with thumb and forefinger and move up and
down his cock. Use your wrist and lift your elbow if necessary. You can use
both hands.”

Warren clung to his control. Her hands and Archer’s voice
drove him closer and closer to the edge.

Archer moved her other hand to Warren’s balls, making him
hiss.

“Gentle, darling. Roll him in your hand while you keep
circling his cock.”

Warren groaned and closed his eyes. “You may get more than
you bargained for.” It was a little difficult to speak through his clenched
teeth.

With an eager smile curving her lips Sarah followed Archer’s
instructions. His lover’s dark smile worried Warren.
What the hell is he
planning?
Archer knew each and every one of his weak spots and how to push
him over the edge.

“Now rub his testicles. Softly, softly.”

Warren had to lock his knees. Sarah stroked her thumb over
his balls, her pattern inconsistent and unpredictable.

Archer kissed her neck, his palm covering her stomach. “Are
you sure you want to go all the way? We can wait.”

She raised her chin. “I’ve waited half my life. Stop
treating me like a wilting flower.” She pressed her lips together. “I am
inexperienced, not stupid.”

Archer chuckled. “All right. You’ll need more lube to finish
him.”

She stretched out her palm and he squirted another dollop of
lubricant onto it. Warren licked his lips, his mouth dry.

Archer cupped Sarah’s hand around Warren’s balls and
squeezed. “Increase the pressure just a little bit—”

Warren shot to his toes as a delicious shiver spread across
his body.

“Until he does that.” Archer chuckled. “Now, release his
balls and grasp the base of his dick. Hold it steady and rub your other hand up
and down the part of his cock that is not covered by your hand. Move fast, hold
him tight and keep going as long as you can or until he comes.”