DangerbyDalliance

by Tina Christopher

  “How are you doing?”

  She chuckled softly, making him groan. “It hurt, no two ways about it.” Sarah looked between them. “I am hoping there is more to this.”

  Archer laughed and nodded. “Much more.” He gave her a quick kiss. “I will enjoy the show,” he said and settled on his elbow beside Sarah.

  Warren gently rocked inside her. She tensed as soon as he moved. He curved her legs around his hips, keeping his movements slow and easy.

  The tension drained away and she shivered.

  He breathed as if he were running a race. His heart beat fast enough he expected it to jump out of his chest. Her passage squeezed around him, clinging to him with each and every muscle, driving him closer and closer to his breaking point.

  He kissed her, desperate for an outlet for the need roaring inside him. She thrust her hands into his hair, tugging that little bit harder than necessary that he loved.

  Low moans escaped her.

  A growl built up in his chest, the need to lunge hard and deep growing more and more urgent. He circled her clit with his finger.

  Her nails dug into his scalp and her muscles loosened enough for him to sink all the way inside her. Both of them groaned.

  “Lord,” she whispered. “I thought I knew what I was in for, but this is so much more.”

  He chuckled and kissed her. With his tongue he teased her ear and then nuzzled his way down her neck, savoring her salty taste.

  “And this is only the beginning.” Archer’s deep voice stroked over all his exposed nerve endings. Warren wanted Archer behind him, plunging deep inside him, pushing him inside Sarah.

  Not yet.

  Soon.

  He slowly pulled out, gritting his teeth, the feel of her muscles clamping around every inch of his cock driving him to the brink. He was off balance and had to pull his hand out from between their bodies to keep from falling on his face.

  Warren threw Archer a desperate look.

  His lover responded immediately and pressed his palm against her stomach. She jerked and her lips parted, but she didn’t speak.

  Archer caressed her clit, his hand pressing against Warren’s cock with each thrust. Control became more and more impossible. He clung to his restraint, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm boiling up, but he was running out of time.

  In a last-ditch effort he sucked one nipple into his mouth while thrusting hard inside her. Archer caught on and opened up her clit to Warren’s plunges. Each move rubbed her against him.

  Her moans turned to shrieks, her moisture facilitating his thrusts.

  Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and bit her nipple. She screamed and came, her muscles pulsing and squeezing his cock, catapulting him over the edge.

  Warren bellowed his release, jettisoning stream after stream of come deep inside her. With a hollow moan he sank beside her, ensuring he didn’t flatten her with his weight, curling his arms around her and holding her tight.

  As soon as he found the strength, he wanted to do this all over again.

  Sarah’s mind had fallen into complete chaos. Warren’s weight across her was a welcome security blanket. Her head rested against his, her eyes closed. She wasn’t sure if she could continue her life as she had done until now.

  Everything appeared different.

  Certainties had changed.

  Her hand, wound around Warren’s nape, slid slowly to his shoulder. She didn’t have the strength to stop it. His breath brushed her neck, his palm cupped her breast.

  Shivers ran through her intermittently. She knew she would have to open her eyes soon, but she couldn’t make herself. For this moment she could pretend that this was the beginning of the rest of their life and not the end.

  She tapped the side of the bed with her free hand, looking for Archer. He clasped it. Happiness spread through her. She had her men with her. They were both right here, open to her touch.

  Archer leaned forward and kissed her neck. “Are you all right?”

  Sarah nodded.

  His laughter tickled her chin. “Will you open your eyes?”

  She shook her head.

  Now laughter shook Warren’s body, still pressed against her, connected to her. The vibrations of his laugh rubbed across her already oversensitive nerves and made her whimper. He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Please, sweet, open your eyes and tell us you’re well.”

  She struggled and blinked her eyes open. Both their faces came into view.

  She couldn’t help herself. She smiled and cupped their cheeks with a palm each. “My brain has left my body, but other than that I am more than well.”

  Laughter sparkled in brown and green-gold eyes. “I am glad.” Archer pressed her palm against his face before kissing it.

  “Hold on to Archer. This part is not the most pleasurable,” Warren warned before pulling out of her.

  Sarah hissed and tensed.

  Warren flopped beside her, his breathing still somewhat uneven.

  Archer kissed her palm one more time before moving away. Water ran in what she presumed was the bathroom. He returned with a wet cloth and cleaned her.

  In this moment she savored the fact she didn’t have to be in charge and cuddled closer to Warren. He pulled her against him, his arm around her neck. Her toes curled and her shivers started up again when Archer licked her tender portal and kissed her clit. Her legs fell open.

  He raised his head and captured her gaze. One brow lifted.

  She sank more fully against Warren and widened her legs, smiling.

  The fire burning deep inside his eyes flamed high.

  She’d thought her senses would remain sated and dormant for another week, but she was wrong. His touch and caress incited passion through her body. Her nipples hardened. She was tender but she wanted him, wanted his touch, his kiss.

  His love.

  Sarah froze.

  He stopped immediately and scrutinized her. Warren stroked her nape with two fingers. “Sarah?”

  Love.

  She wanted theirs.

  “Sarah?” Archer clasped her ankles.

  She nodded and gave him as good a smile as she could.

  His deep-brown eyes watched her as if he tried to bore down into the depth of her thoughts. “Are you sure?”

  Some of the shock at her discovery had worn off. Her smile grew more natural and she nodded again.

  He waited another moment before he settled between her legs.

  Only one realization filled her mind. She loved Archer and she loved Warren. Each man touched something deep inside her, something she hadn’t even known longed for company.

  Acceptance spread through her, followed by love.

  She had to give them up, otherwise her father would not only lose the Verification Device, but also his reputation and opportunities to make a living. But for tonight they were hers and she would revel in every single moment.

  Sensations raced through her at Archer’s touch. He circled her clitoris before thrusting his tongue inside her.

  She groaned, her back bowed. The warmth building inside her blazed into an inferno.

  Warren fondled her breasts, his touch gentle and filled with care, but she wanted more. Sarah took one of his hands and pressed it against her.

  He strengthened his grip around her neck and followed her unspoken demand.

  Archer raised her legs and bent them backward. He had her grasp the back of her knees and she held on. He kissed her opening and licked along her perineum. Sweat accumulated on her forehead, tension invaded her body.

  “It’s all right, love. Trust us.” Warren licked her earlobe. “He will stop as soon as you tell him to.”

  Sarah let go of her uncertainty. Tonight was the one night she’d be with the two men she loved. She trusted them.

  Archer looked up and stretched his arm out until his finger hovered before her lips. She sucked. He growled as she rubbed her tongue against it. She shivered and tingles spread throughout her.

 
She had an idea where the finger would go. It increased her desire.

  Once the finger was wet Archer gently pulled it back and fondled her tender entrance. She was a little sore, but nothing would stop her from having Archer tonight.

  He thrust his tongue inside her and followed it with his thick finger.

  She moaned, pleasure racing through her. He thrust in and out of her, driving her higher and higher. Then he pulled back his hand and teased her rear entrance.

  Warren caressed her nipples with his fingers. Sarah closed out every thought of the world beyond this room.

  There was just the three of them. Nothing else.

  “Push out.” Archer’s harsh voice rasped over her like a touch. He sank his finger inside her, deeper than before. Pain flared but was propelled aside by his tongue caressing her clit. Each brush, each lap blazed through her.

  In the end she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Do it!”

  His eyes captured hers. “Do what?”

  Heat spread through her. “Love me.”

  Both men stilled for a second. Archer removed his hand and wiped it on a moist towel. He lined up his thick member with her opening. His gaze held her captive. He thrust inside her in one deep, hard lunge. Air escaped her lungs in a scream. He was so big.

  For a moment she hovered between pleasure and pain.

  On the second lunge sensations rolled through her, pushing her firmly on the side of pleasure.

  He leaned forward and captured her mouth as he had her eyes. His tongue played with hers. He thrust in and pulled back in long plunges, not hurrying, but also not giving her room to adjust.

  Warren tweaked and rubbed her sensitive nipples. His strong, hard body against hers was a welcome support.

  Archer pulled back and stroked his hand along her side, over her shoulder until he captured her chin. “Always, Sarah. Always.”

  His words had a deeper meaning, but it was one that eluded her right now. Her orgasm built deep inside her.

  He sped up, but his thrusts remained so deep. Her knees slipped out of her sweaty hands. Without stopping, he curled them around his hips.

  He was breathtaking.

  Big and strong and hard, but with an innate gentleness for her he pushed her further and further up. “Archer!”

  He changed the angle, thrust even deeper and rubbed across a place so sensitive the world around her disappeared. Only their presence kept her from floating away, the hold they had on her.

  Archer bellowed. Each spurt deep inside her made her whimper with pleasure.

  For a second she wished for conception. But that was a selfish thought. She would not want her child to go through the trauma of being illegitimate.

  Archer dropped beside her, opposite Warren, leaving her sandwiched in their warm and protective embrace.

  She touched each of them and had to close her eyes to keep her tears from escaping. This was it. Once she left their bed she left their arms forever.

  Her heart shattered.

  There was nothing she could do. If Kemmer shared those photographs, her, and therefore her father’s, reputation would be in ruins. Even if Archer and Warren still wanted her they would suffer just by being connected to her.

  She could not do that to the men she loved.

  But she could cling to this moment and hope that for one night time would stand still.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Archer squinted through half-closed lids when Sarah moved. From the moment she’d come into his house this night part of him had known something else was going on. There had been something in her eyes.

  He’d followed her lead and let things play out the way she—hell, all of them—wanted them to, but adding the tracker had been the right decision.

  Watching her with Warren had been magical. He had expected jealousy, but instead he’d only experienced peace and incredible arousal.

  He hadn’t planned on loving her, not so soon after her first time with Warren, but when she invited him he couldn’t resist. The feel of her in his arms, the knowledge with each thrust he pushed her against Warren, had filled a crack deep inside him.

  Then he’d realized that she wasn’t going to fall asleep.

  Suspicion had raised its ugly head again. The need to discover her secret had become mandatory.

  He kept his breaths even and deep. He couldn’t make out if Warren was awake or what she was doing without giving himself away. Going by the slight rustling, she got dressed, but he could see her blue dress from where he lay and she didn’t touch it.

  Moments later she leaned over him and pressed a kiss so soft he barely felt it against his cheek. “Thank you.” Her words whispered across him like a breeze.

  She is saying goodbye. Archer wanted to roar with anger and denial, but he didn’t move. Instead he locked down the vulnerable part of himself, the one that had believed they had a future as a bonded triad, and prepared himself for her betrayal.

  She repeated the same with Warren and slipped out of the room.

  He climbed to his feet with care, ensuring he made no sound. One glance told him Warren was awake. His lover frowned and raised his brows in question.

  He shook his head and got dressed. Warren muttered to himself and followed his example.

  Archer opened the door, stepped into the hallway and sneaked to the top of the stairs. From there he could see the entrance way and the door to his study.

  Which stood open. He always closed it.

  Anger rolled through his stomach. Had she lied to them to gain access? What could she be after? Sarah answered his question that moment when she walked out of his study with her father’s Banknote Verification Device in her arms. What the hell?

  Warren touched his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in question.

  Archer shrugged. He had no fucking clue why she would go to all this trouble to steal something that was completely within her rights to take anyway.

  She slid the box into her purse. It was one of those bags that adjusted its size to whatever needed to be carried. She wore a simple gray day dress she had to have brought with her. The pneumatic bag must have shrunk her clothes to the smallest they could go to facilitate travel.

  He was only glad that his tracker didn’t interfere with the bag’s mechanisms, otherwise she would have found it.

  Warren looked as confused as he felt.

  Sarah had reached the front door, her hand on the knob. She paused for a moment and looked around, her shoulders slumped. Then she took a deep breath, lifted her chin and opened the door. She disappeared into the night.

  “What the fuck?” Warren asked. “What the hell is she doing?”

  Archer hurried down the stairs and into his study, straight to the shelf that had held Mr. Rigdon’s machine. As expected it was gone, but nothing else appeared to have been touched.

  “Archer.”

  He turned to Warren. His friend held up an envelope before tearing it open.

  “Dear Warren and Archer, I am very sorry to inform you that circumstances have changed and I will no longer be able to sit for you. I hope that you have what you need to finish the painting and are able to still pay my father’s royalties at the agreed time. The same circumstances also force me to end our dalliance.” Warren looked up from the letter. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  Archer shook his head. Deep inside him his heart turned to ice. His dream crumbled before him.

  “I wish you both all the best. My kindest regards, Sarah.” Warren flung the sheet of paper onto Archer’s desk. “What the hell happened? Why would she give herself to us and then run away?”

  Archer only shrugged. “I don’t know.” He yanked open one of the cupboard doors and dragged out two pneumatic guns. He threw one to Warren, who caught it with a grimace. “We need to follow Sarah,” he explained and strode to the door, grabbing the tracker’s remote on the way.

  “How are we supposed to do that?” Warren stomped after him.

  “I added a tracker to her bag.”
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  Warren grabbed his shoulder and forced him to stop. “You what?”

  Archer thrust his hand through his hair. “What was I supposed to do? Something else is going on here, you have to see that.”

  “All I see is a jerk who needs to be so in control that he tracks our hopefully future wife with a stupid gadget.”

  “Fuck you.” Pain ate through him like acid as he pulled on his coat. Couldn’t Warren see that they needed to know what kind of game Sarah was playing with them? He rubbed his chest, the ache caused by the man he’d known and loved for years siding against him. “Then don’t come. That way you can declare your innocence and put the blame on me.”

  With his own curse Warren shrugged into his coat and rushed after him. Outside Archer initiated the steam coach. He programmed the driver to follow the tracker. He only hoped it would work. This was the first instance he’d used it.

  Regular beeps indicated the tracker fulfilled its purpose.

  Looking out the window he quickly realized where Sarah was headed. He pushed away his pain and all the questions piling up in his mind. He needed to focus on the problem before them. “Don’t contradict me when we get inside. We have no proof of what is going on, so I will have to find a way for them to incriminate themselves.”

  “Archer, what are you planning?”

  He didn’t look at his lover. His suspicions had been correct. Now he just had to decide if he wanted to protect her from prosecution or if he would let her stand trial.

  They arrived outside the familiar office. They disembarked and stood for a moment. Archer pulled a small flockwork pigeon out of his pocket, entered the code for the address they were at and programmed Johnson’s details. He could only hope the detective was home. Otherwise they would have to do this without official support.

  He strode up the steps, yanked open the door and stepped into the front room, empty at this time of night. The door to the office was not completely closed. He pushed it open and stepped inside to find Sarah holding out the Rigdon’s Banknote Verification Device to Kemmer. “I want an explanation,” he said. “Why are you handing over my prototype?”

  Sarah felt the blood drain out of her face. What on earth were they doing here?