by Rose, Louise
I see Romy and Archer exchange a look, nodding at each other. Suddenly, they yank their handlebars to the side, braking and stopping in the middle of the road to create a barrier in front of Lucas. He has no choice but to pull on the brakes and veer off to the edge of the road.
The way is clear, and I speed past all three of them to cross the finish line first. I’d won!
Milly comes rushing over to me. “That was amazing!” she squeals. “I didn’t see that coming. I’m so glad you won. You deserve it.”
“Mmm.” I want to share in her excitement, I really do, but the reality is that if it hadn’t been for Romy’s and Archer’s intervention, I’d have come in a disappointing fourth. That wasn’t anywhere near good enough. I should have done better.
“Well done, Ivy.” Archer and Romy come over to congratulate me. “A well-deserved victory.”
“Hardly,” I say. “If it wasn’t for the two of you, I wouldn’t have even made it to third place.”
“So?” Romy laughs. “That’s how it works. You know that anything goes and there are reasons why you might not want to win if it helps to have someone else win. If you want to get all deep and meaningful, the race is a metaphor for life in King Town. You may not be able to compete again in the Bomber Derby, so Archer and I agreed that you deserved to win, even if it’s only this once.”
“Yeah, well, you could have told me that’s what you had planned. Maybe I wouldn’t have almost run into a tree trying to overtake Lucas. Or maybe I would have told you to leave him alone and let him win. One of you could have been seriously injured with that stupid stunt you pulled.”
“Nah.” Romy laughs. “We’ve been doing this sort of thing for years. We know what we’re doing. Nobody ever gets badly hurt. Well, not often, anyway.” He and Archer exchange a glance and laugh, a rare moment of male bonding.
“What did I miss?” Declan joins us. “Sounds like there was some drama.”
“Ivy won,” Archer says. “And deservedly so.”
“What about Lucas?”
“I didn’t make it past the finish line.” Lucas limps over to join us.
“Are you okay?” I’m surprised by how worried I am about him.
“I’m fine,” he says. “I twisted my ankle when my bike went over, but it’s nothing that won’t be okay in a few days. The only thing that suffered any real damage was my male pride, but that’ll recover as well.” He reaches out his hand to Archer and Romy who each shake it in turn. “Nice move, guys. I should have seen it coming. But you won’t be able to get me that way next time. I’ll be first past the finish line, one way or another. Now come on. Ivy and I have a party planned which will blow you away.”
He casually puts his arm around my shoulders to lead me away in the direction of our house where the party is being held, a signal that whatever the boys’ feelings for me might be, I still belonged to him. At least for now.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
The heavy bass is thumping, the hall heaving with dancing bodies as we celebrate the latest Bomber Derby. I stand at the edge of the dance floor, sipping a cocktail, as I watch everyone else losing themselves in the music.
Over by the double doors leading outside, I see Lucas deep in conversation with Isabella. Whatever it is seems serious, because Lucas glances over at me, then takes Isabella by the elbow, hurrying her outside.
I frown and make to go after them, when Romy appears by my side.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I wanted to have a word with Lucas.”
“Why would you want to talk to him when you could hang out with me?”
He treats me to one of his winning smiles and I am lost. Whatever Lucas is involved in can wait until later.
“It’s a little too loud to talk in here,” I tell him, having to yell to be heard.
“So let’s go somewhere else.”
I nod.
Romy takes my hand, leading me in the opposite direction to where Lucas and Isabella had gone. I know I shouldn’t let him hold my hand in public, especially not when there are spies for my father everywhere, but I don’t care. We’re just holding hands. It is perfectly innocent.
As we walk out of the doors to the hall, we almost bump into a couple kissing.
“Looks like Ally’s moved on,” I murmur, as Romy leads me round the two teens and upstairs.
“Which one’s your room?” he asks, faced with a number of identical looking doors.
“This way.” It’s my turn to lead as we head down the corridor to the suite I share with Lucas.
“This is nice,” says Romy politely, looking round.
“I prefer the suite I had at yours,” I tell him. “At least there I had some kind of say over the décor. This is all my father’s idea of what a married couple would want in their home.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Romy flops down on the couch and pats the space next to him. I move to sit next to him and he put his arm around me, drawing me close.
“This is nice.” I sighed.
“Any time with you is nice,” Romy says, dropping a light kiss on the top of my head. I close my eyes, trying to pretend we are just a normal couple, enjoying some alone time.
I turn to face Romy, wanting to tell him how I feel, but he anticipates the movement so his lips meet mine. He runs his hand down my front, lightly caressing my breast.
“No. Don’t.” I push his hand away.
“What’s wrong?” Romy frowns. “Don’t you like me kissing you anymore?”
“I love you kissing me,” I confess. “But it doesn’t seem right to do it right next door to where Lucas and I share a bed. I know we’re just keeping up appearances, but even so. It feels wrong to do anything here when I’m supposed to be married. I know that doesn’t really make any sense, but I can’t help it.”
“And that’s one of the reasons I love you.” My heart lurches when I hear Romy use the L word. “You put on this front like you’re a tough girl, but you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. You care so deeply about the people you love.”
“Isn’t it a big assumption that I love you?” I keep my tone light, but I know that this is a conversation that has been a long time coming and I can’t put it off any longer. We are going to have that talk.
“Don’t you?” Romy looks at me all vulnerable, and I can’t risk hurting him by teasing him.
“Of course I do.”
Romy can’t help himself. He kisses me again. “I knew it!” He pumps his fist.
“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I warn. “Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t mean a thing. You’re not the only man I love you know.”
“I know.” Romy shrugs. “And I can’t say it doesn’t bother me, but at the same time, I respect your choices. It’s not like I haven’t been with plenty of women. It would be wrong for me to judge you for doing the same. You’ve done your best to be discrete, but I know what’s going on with Archer and Declan. They’re good guys. If you chose one of them over me, I’d be upset, but I’d know you were with someone who really cares about you-–unlike Lucas.”
“Why do you say Lucas doesn’t care about me? It’s thanks to him I was allowed to compete tonight.”
“Have you listened to what you just say? ‘Allowed’? Ivy, you’re the Archaic heir. Nobody allows you to do anything. You do whatever the heck you like-–it’s your birth right!”
I nod slowly, taking in what he said.
“You’re right,” I say. “And you know what I want to do right now? Have sex.”
“That’s my girl,” Romy grins and moves to kiss me, but I put my hand up between our faces.
“But not here. Can we maybe go to your place instead? Lucas will be so caught up in hosting the party, which is going to go on for hours yet. Nobody will notice if we disappear for a while.”
“We can do that.” Romy smiles as we get up and hurry downstairs. But as we pass through the front door, Archer spots us and comes over to join us.
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br /> “You two look like you’re up to something,” he says. “Can I join in?”
Romy and I exchange a look. The thought of Archer being involved in our lovemaking is something I’ve daydreamed about before, but never imagined it would be a possibility. The two of them are such macho men, I didn’t think they’d be comfortable being around another guy.
But if you don’t ask, you never know what was possible. What’s the worst that could happen? Archer says no and Romy and I leave together? That would still work. I’ll just imagine Archer is with us, watching.
I stand on tiptoe and whisper in Archer’s ear. “Romy and I are going over to his place to have sex. Want to join us?”
Archer looks over at Romy, who shrugs at him in a gesture that says I’m up for it if you are.
“Okay. But I think we ought to go to my place. We’ll have more privacy there.”
I can’t believe my luck as we go to where Romy and Archer’s bikes are parked. There is still no sign of Lucas as I put on my helmet and climb up behind Romy. I cling tightly around his waist as he starts up the bike. The vibration from the bike’s engine added to the excitement I am feeling. By the time we reach Archer’s house, I’m already soaking. All this time I wondered who I’d choose if I had to, and now I am discovering I don’t have to make that decision.
Romy kicks down the stand on his bike, as Archer walks over to open the door to his house. I climb off, Romy close behind me. He turns to take me by the hand.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “I don’t want you to feel that you’re being forced into anything.”
“What-–and miss out on a new experience?” he asks. “I’ve always told you I want you to be happy and I know you have feelings for Archer. I’m not going to pretend this won’t be a bit weird, but I’m here for you, Ivy. Besides, Archer’s always claimed he’s better in bed than I am. Now we’re both going to find out how wrong he is.”
“Are you two going to stand around talking all night?” asks Archer. “Because I thought we had other plans.”
Romy squeezes my hand, and we follow Archer into his house and down into the basement where he has his home cinema and that enormous bed. The three of us stand there awkwardly for a moment, none of us knowing exactly how to start this.
In the end, I make the first move, taking off my jacket and tossing it to one side before climbing onto the bed.
“Come on, guys.” I pat the bed on either side of me. “As Archer said, we have plans and I want to make the most of our time together before Lucas notices I left our party.”
Romy and Archer crawl onto the bed after me. Romy kisses me, slow and lingering.
“Isn’t Ivy the best kisser?” he asks Archer.
“I’ve always thought so,” Archer agrees, coming to kiss me.
The two of them are very different in their technique and yet they both feel so right against my lips, Romy’s tender loving contrasting with Archer’s urgency. We sit there for a while, the two of them taking turns at kissing me. Whichever way I turn, there’s a man, and I adore them both.
As I kiss Romy, Archer tugs at my top. I break away from Romy and the two of them help me out of my top, revealing a rather unflattering sports bra I’d chosen to protect myself during the race.
“I don’t think you need that anymore,” Romy says, unclipping it at the front. He and Archer pull it open between them, revealing my breasts.
The two of them lean forward, sucking and licking at the breast they are closest to. I close my eyes and throw my head back, running my hands through Romy’s hair and over Archer’s shaven head. The contrast in texture is another reminder that I have two men loving me and I wallow in the feel of them. My hands clench, tugging at Romy’s hair as their tongues flick across my nipples, driving me wild.
“I have to get naked.” I can barely speak, I am so aroused. I finally work up the strength to push them away so I can unbutton my leather trousers.
“Let us help you,” Romy offers.
He takes one leg of my trousers and Archer takes the other, the pair of them pulling them off in one swift, smooth movement. They throw them to the floor, and I lean back on the bed as Romy and Archer both nuzzle against my neck. My hands fumble for their crotches, feeling a firm bulge. The boys are just as excited as I am. I spread my legs wide, wanting to expose myself to their touch.
They take the hint as they fondle my thighs, working their way up my legs until they slip their hands inside my underwear. I am so wet, their fingers easily slip inside me, one of them finger fucking me while the other rubs my clit in erotic, circular movements. Eyes tightly closed to focus on what was happening, I have no idea whose finger is whose, and I don’t care. All I know is that I want this moment to last forever.
With a loud cry I come, the sudden orgasm taking me by surprise. I pout. “I wanted to go on for longer.”
“Don’t worry.” Archer grins. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”
The two of them pull off my knickers, and I notice that they are stained with my juices before the boys throw them away. I am completely naked before them, completely vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt safer and taken care of.
“Your turn, guys,” I say but kind of plead at the same time.
Romy and Archer look at each other and shrug. They stand on either side of the bed and unzip their trousers, revealing two very impressive erections.
“Come closer.” I crook my finger, beckoning them to both come within easy reach. They kneel on either side of me, giving me access to their gorgeous cocks.
I take Romy’s cock into my mouth for a few sucks then suck on Archer for a while. I turn from one to the other then back again, doing just enough to arouse them both, only titillating them with promises of pleasure to come.
“I need one of you to fuck me. Now,” I order.
“Go for it, Archer,” says Romy.
“You’re the guest,” he counters. “You go first.”
“I don’t care who goes first,” I say. “Just fuck me!”
Romy climbs between my legs as Archer goes to the side of the bed so I can suck on him while Romy slips inside me. I moan, feeling my pussy clench to hold Romy tight as he thrusts into me. I lift my hips to meet him. He knows my body well enough to find the perfect angle to make me cry out, and I feel myself heading towards another orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” says Romy, pulling out. “But I don’t want this to end just yet. Your turn, Archer.”
Archer and Romy switch places, and I smile, loving the weight of Archer on top of me. I turn my head to take Romy’s cock in my mouth, licking off the precum. I love the taste of him.
Archer pounds into me, his movements more urgent than Romy. It’s like he’s read my mind, knowing that this is what I need to come again. I suck eagerly on Romy, working him with my hand as well as my mouth, my desire for him increasing as I spiral towards another all-encompassing orgasm. As it takes over, I finally let go of Romy and let myself relax into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced and Romy comes on my chest.
Archer lay on top of me, not wanting to come yet but he soon speeds up, finishing not long after. He gives me time to recover my breath, his cock twitching inside me as I come back down to earth.
I collapse on top of Archer, feeling Romy against my back. He kisses me on the shoulder, the three of us lying there intertwined, waiting for our breathing to return to normal.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk any time soon,” I say.
“You and me both,” smiles Archer, as we tumble back onto the bed, me lying in the middle with the boys on either side of me.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?” I finally ask.
“No,” says Archer.
“I’ve been with two women at the same time,” Romy tells us.
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” I say.
“They asked me to do it!” Romy protests. “It would have been rude for me to say no.”
“Uh-huh.” I laugh as the two of them cuddle up to me. I’ve often fantasized about being with two men-–what girl hasn’t? But I never imagined it would ever be possible. I’d always thought it would be disappointing or weird, but this was way better than anything I’ve ever imagined.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re in love with both of the men you’ve just fucked.
“So where does this leave us?” I ask.
“Beats me.” Archer shrugs. “You’re still married, so until we get you out of that relationship, all we can do is snatch some time together whenever the opportunity arises.”
“Is that why you agreed to come with me and Romy?”
“Yes,” Archer confesses. “I must admit, I’ve never really thought about being in a threesome with another man, but I’m never going to turn down the chance to see you naked. I focused on you and making you happy, and I enjoyed myself in the meantime. I’m never going to regret making you happy.”
“So things aren’t going to be weird between us all?”
“Not at my end,” Archer says.
“I’m cool,” says Romy. “It’s like Archer said. It’s all about making you happy.”
“I suppose we ought to get back to the party before anyone notices I’m gone,” I sigh. “The downsides of being the host.”
“Can I suggest a shower before we go back?” Archer says. “You walk into the hall looking like that and everyone will know what you’ve been doing. My shower’s big enough for the three of us.”
We all exchange glances and grin.
“Yeah. A shower sounds like just what I need right now.” I say what we are all thinking.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
The party is still in full swing as we pull up outside my house.
“I don’t think we needed to worry about anyone missing us,” says Romy as we head back into the house.
He spoke too soon.
“Where did you guys go?” Lucas comes out to meet us as we head towards the dance hall.
