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  “Don’t you think you’re beautiful?” asked Jake

  “Don’t you know it?” added Evan.

  “Maybe I was once. And this new makeover has helped, but now…” She shrugged, decided to be honest. “I’m too skinny, and my boobs are uneven and—”

  Evan gripped her chin. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever—and probably will ever—know. And I refuse to hide you away in a dark room where I can barely make out your silhouette.” He moved in close again, close enough that she could feel his erection against her crease. And then she became aware of Jake’s against the crease of her ass. “You’re perfect.”

  “Do you hear him?” added Jake. “Perfect.”

  “But maybe this will help.” Evan stepped away and abruptly peeled off his shirt. He turned around, showing her his back. She sucked in a breath in shock and surprise.

  Several long, deep scars etched the otherwise pristine flesh. The muscles of his back twitched slightly as her fingers traced the ridges, and no doubt touched painful memories. “Evan,” she breathed. “How did…” She had no idea how to even frame the question.

  “Those scars are my legacy,” he replied. “A souvenir left to me by the man whose company I eventually seized and whose life I left in a shambles.” Slowly he turned around, and in a gesture that resonated with love and comfort, Jake moved in behind Evan and laid his hands on his shoulders. His shirt had been removed as well.

  Evan smiled, clearly enjoying his lover’s touch. “He stole my innocence—along with the innocence of Rachel’s mother. I figured it was the least he owed me.”

  Jake’s chin rested on Evan’s shoulder. “It’s not easy for him to show them to people. It speaks volumes of how much he trusts you.”

  Sadie flushed with pleasure—and shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m such an idiot. My insecurities are nothing compared to what you’ve faced.”

  Evan cupped her chin. “Nonsense. We all have our hurdles and our demons. But finding people who can accept us and love us in spite of—or better yet because of them—that’s what makes it all worthwhile.”

  And then he was kissing her again, his hands running up and down her back and the bare flesh of his chest pressed to her breasts. His mouth was hot and earnest, and her tongue met his eagerly. But it was his arms encircling her waist and holding her so tightly—it was the sense of possession and absolute safety that eradicated all that vulnerability and discomfort. He really did love her for who she was. He really didn’t see her imperfections—or at least didn’t see them as imperfections.

  His scars made him unique, and showed her a glimpse of his true self. And so did hers.

  The kiss turned more fervent, more hungry, and although her eyes were closed she was keenly aware of Jake’s gaze fixed on them—and his hands on Evan’s body.

  Evan embedded his hands in her hair, holding her firm and taking more complete possession of her body even as his cock nudged her center. Her nails dug into his flesh and she arched her hips toward him.

  “The couch,” said Jake, his voice a whisper yet strangely commanding.

  Still kissing her, Evan gently nudged her backward toward the living area and a moment later she plopped down, her ass cushioned by the soft leather of the couch.

  Smiling, Evan settled on his knees before her, pulling her slightly forward and pushing apart her thighs to expose her creamy pussy. He sank two fingers inside her and sought out her G-spot. She groaned, her head falling back and her eyes drifting closed. “Oh God. This will ruin the couch.”

  “I’ll buy a new one,” replied Evan, his fingers doing sinful things to her center and sending rivers of moisture over the leather. His thumb caressed her clit.

  “Don’t you think she wants your mouth?” asked Jake, his voice as silky and persuasive as Evan’s fingers.

  “Do you?” asked Evan. “Do you want me to eat you?”

  Blinded and silenced by sensations, she nodded.

  There was a moment of emptiness between the withdrawal of his hand and the discovery of his tongue, but it was merely a moment. And it was so worth the wait.

  His tongue was firm and quick, laving her pussy from vagina to clit and back again. Teasing and tickling her one moment, palpating and sucking her the next. When he added a finger to renew his attack on her G-spot, her eyes flew open in combined shock and overwhelmed pleasure.

  Only then did she realize that Jake had not exactly been a bystander throughout all this. Evan was on all fours, with Jake slowly and deliberately and with obvious rapture, fucking him in the ass.

  Sadie watched in fascination as Jake’s hands gripped Evan’s hips and his movements accelerated. Evan’s attentions to her G-spot and clit built in response, becoming more fervent and rapid, and soon—too soon—the climax began to build and she had no choice but to close her eyes and allow the sensations to wash over her.

  Evan moaned, increasing his attention in obvious response to her pleasure. The added stimulation was more than she could take and it sent her over the top. The pleasure came in waves, pulsating through her core and echoing right down to her toes.

  She must have screamed, but she couldn’t be sure over the echo of Evan’s own climax. She opened her eyes to see a sweat-drenched Jake, frozen in place, his cock embedded to the hilt inside his lover as the contractions shook them both.

  It took several moments for all three to regain their breath, and finally Jake withdrew, only to flop back onto the armchair beside him.

  “Christ,” lamented Evan, his head now resting on her thigh. He whisked a finger over her clit and the electricity that it sent coursing through her almost sent her skyward and him sprawling.

  He laughed, not relenting. “What’s wrong? Sensitive?”

  “Maybe.” She tried to breathe. “Just a little.”

  His fingers were inside her again, his eyes looking up at her felt like lasers on her skin. “Do you need a little recovery time?”

  “Wh-what do you mean? Recovery for what?”

  Jake moved over to sit beside her, his lips brushed her ear. “You don’t think we’re finished…do you?”

  “Not by a long shot,” added Evan.

  She was surprised and yet knew she shouldn’t be. “I just don’t know. This is all so new and strange.” She sat up, arching her back to stretch the muscles then, suddenly selfconscious because she noticed them watching her, she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Don’t do that,” said Evan, gently grasping her wrists and dragging them away from her chest. “That was beautiful.”

  “And very sensual,” added Jake, the hunger evident in his gaze.

  Still, it was hard to get used to this kind of attention. The blush that had risen to her cheeks remained. “Well, could we at least move to the bed? This couch is murder on my back.”

  Evan drew her to her feet, pulled her in flush against him and began to nuzzle her neck. Shivers danced down her arms. “Certainly,” he whispered. “It’s a king. Lots of room to frolic.”

  “No.” Jake drew out the word, making it the most erotic denial Sadie had ever heard.

  “No?” said Evan, obviously surprised.

  “No. I have a much better idea.”

  Sadie realized her mouth had been hanging open. Abruptly, she snapped it shut.

  Jake moved in behind her, wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

  He was referring to the room in which they stood. There was a small loft in Evan’s condo, and it had been converted into an elaborate sexual playroom. Mirrors lined two of the walls, and the other two were adorned with oils and lubricants, dildos and sex toys of every description. A swing hung at one end of the room, and a contraption that could only be described as a giant spider’s web was erected at the other. A tantric sex chair—an oddly sensual asymmetry of silk brocade and polished mahogany—had been pushed up next to the web. It at once intrigued and alarmed her a little.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “It sur
e is.”

  “It’s a remnant of my life before Jake,” supplied Evan. “My second wife was sexually adventurous.” He was scanning the shelf of massage oils, the muscles in his back smooth and relaxed—and highly alluring. “At the time I found it exciting and did everything I could to humor her. However later I realized her obsession with spicing up sex was a symptom of her boredom with me and our relationship.”

  Jake sighed. “Adventurous sex is fun, but you shouldn’t need all the bells and whistles to make it good.”

  Evan picked a bottle and turned to face them. His cock was at full alert. “Exactly.”

  Sadie snuggled back into Jake’s embrace and smiled warmly at Evan. “Well I certainly don’t need any bells or whistles to help me enjoy you two.” She glanced at the web. “In fact this stuff is a little intimidating.”

  Evan approached her and cupped her chin in his hand. “Don’t worry. I don’t have anything wild in mind. I think Jake just thought you’d enjoy seeing this place.”

  “And maybe we could make use of the massage table,” added Jake.

  There was a massage table? How had she missed that. “A massage? You gave me one just a couple of days ago. I hardly think I deserve another!”

  Evan’s hand remained on her face. “Are you kidding? You deserve far more than we mere humans can offer you.”

  Laughing, she batted away his hand, but it only returned to lie on her breast. “You guys are crazy.”

  “Of course we are. About you.”

  “Isn’t that a bit cliché?” She surprised herself. The old her would have swooned at that phrase, but instead it made her feel playful. She wanted to tease them, and that spoke volumes about how comfortable and cared for she felt.

  “Cliché?” Evan’s eyebrows lifted. “Are you saying we’re cliché?”

  “No, I—”

  Jake’s hand snuck around to close over her mouth. “That’s what I heard.”

  “Well, that sounds like a challenge to me.”

  “Me too.

  Behind Jake’s hand Sadie was grinning.

  Before she knew it was she lying on the elusive massage table—it had been folded and stashed against the wall in the corner—her wrists and ankles strapped snugly to the apparatus by a set of soft velvet cuffs. Contrary to typical massage position, she lay on her back, her head resting on a small pillow, and it took her a moment to realize that the table was upholstered with some kind of space-age foam that accepted her weight and formed gently to every curve and nuance of her flesh. She had begun to think that this wasn’t like any massage table she’d ever seen before when there was a loud click and her arms and legs—or rather the foam platforms holding them—released and separated so that her body formed a star shape.

  “What the hell?” she asked, a giggle warring with a slight wave of discomfort.

  Jake hovered over her. “Still think we’re cliché?”

  “I never thought that.”

  He grinned, touched her cheek. “Sure, you say that now. When you’re at our mercy.”

  She felt a gentle flood of warmth as Evan drizzled a fragrant oil down her torso, starting at her breasts and ending at her mound. It produced its own surge of warmth between her parted thighs. She sighed.

  Evan asked, “Do you like being at our mercy?”

  She nodded, realizing what a huge step it was for her to admit that. She relished being at their mercy. She was at once anxious and eager to find out what that meant—and what they would do.

  It didn’t take long to find out.

  Apparently it meant placing even more trust in them, because the next moment the room went dark. A soft blindfold was placed over her eyes, and from that moment on she trusted more deeply and completely than she had ever trusted anyone in her life.

  They began the process of spreading the oil all over her body. One on each side of her, they worked it outward from her belly, over her breasts and shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips. Just as she’d always heard, the lack of visual stimuli seemed to heighten the sensations that the rest of her body experienced. She was completely focused on her skin, on the scintillating touch of two sets of male hands—one broad and long-fingered, the other finer but no less commanding.

  When they found their way to her hips, she felt a fresh rush of excitement as she anticipated their touch at her center—but the sense of anticipation was all she was awarded. The hands flowed over her hip bones and down to the crest of her thighs. Insistent fingers massaged her quads and teased at her inner thigh, but there was no fulfillment as her pussy swelled with need. Her shins and calves were not ignored, but it was when they finally reached her feet that she sighed in absolute ecstasy.

  What was it about a foot rub that a woman found to be so utterly and completely decadent? It was as if every nerve in her body ended in the ball and arch of her foot, as the relaxation and satisfaction seemed to radiate outward from that point and spread to every muscle and tendon that she possessed. The sexuality of it faded slightly as she floated on the waves of simple physical pleasure. The foot rub was, in a way, an orgasm in and of itself.

  She drifted—her body transported and utterly captivated. She almost forgot where she was and who she was with for a moment. She hovered in that delicious zone between sleep and wakefulness—until her sexual awareness was reawakened by the motion of their hands moving back up her legs. Only this time it was just one set of hands—at least she thought so. It was hard to tell, but it felt like only one set of fingers working its way up her inner thighs toward— “Oh!”

  At last he found her pussy—the touch so gentle as to more closely remember a flutter of a breeze rather than the stroke of a hand. But it was somehow more arousing for the lightness of it. There was a rush of wetness in response and her clit swelled in its eagerness for more.

  Then there were hands on her shoulders—moving down toward her breasts. She sighed in pleasure, for the moment focused on the gentle tracing action of Jake’s fingers. She had already become familiar enough with his hands to identify them. He cupped and stroked, teasing her nipples with his thumbs and drawing the tingling tips to full attention.

  Meanwhile her pussy was not being ignored. That gentle whisk of a fingertip had been followed by more insistent stroking, which became a gentle massage. At last a finger—or was it two—slipped inside her and she felt a strange sort of relief. As if this was what her body had been waiting for. And yet it still wasn’t enough. She arched her hips slightly, twisting and searching for something she couldn’t quite identify.

  Until at last it found her. Evan’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue eager as his fingers probed deeply. His tongue played over her clit, stroking and teasing, massaging and torturing as the excitement grew and her body succumbed to his talents.

  Jake’s mouth followed suit, laving her breasts and teasing her nipples with his tongue.

  She moaned, her senses quickly overloading as the intensity built. A climax came on abruptly. It stole over her out of nowhere, and shook her from head to toe, eliciting a loud cry of both surprise and pleasure.

  The walls of her pussy clamped around Evan’s fingers and Jake’s mouth shifted to hers, swallowing her cry of ecstasy and calming her racing heart.

  And then Evan’s mouth was gone—replaced by the sweet fullness of his cock. He thrust into her, eliciting a fresh cry of surprise and pleasure.

  Jake had released her mouth and she felt the whisper of his lips against her ear. “That is so hot,” he said. “I love watching him fuck you.”

  If she could have found the breath, she would have replied that she rather enjoyed it herself. But her thoughts were in far too much chaos for that.

  Evan gripped her hips, his hands firm and insistent as he pounded himself into her.

  “Please,” she managed to whisper, just as his thumb found her clit.

  “Please what?” asked Jake. “Please stop?”

  “No.” She shook her head vigorously. “Blindfold.”

  “Oh!”


  And at last the blindfold was whisked away and she was allowed to see the full glory of Evan’s sweat-slicked body as thrust after powerful thrust battered her sex-sated body with yet another round of pleasure.

  “Can you come for me again?” asked Evan.

  As if his need was all it took, her body responded. The climax snaked through her, pulsing around Evan’s cock and pumping him finally to his own climax.

  But even as she was struggling to draw in enough oxygen to fill her starving lungs she whispered, “Jake. Jake now.”

  Two men in quick succession had never even been the fodder of fantasy for her, yet here she was, in essence hoping for a mini-gang bang.

  “Fuck!” was the only reply she heard, and she wasn’t even sure who had said it before she felt the pressure of a fresh cock in her cunt.

  “You’re amazing,” whispered Evan who had taken his place beside her ear, his hand resting possessively on a breast as he watched Jake fuck her. “Do you know that?”

  And for perhaps the first time in her life, she did.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rachel leaned back against her pillow and pulled her knees up to her chest. She stared out the window at the moon-dappled landscape outside the four-bunk cabin that was her home for the weekend, and tried not to hear the singing and laughing that was going on over at the campfire—without her. She couldn’t be there right now. She couldn’t be with him.

  After seeing Noah that afternoon and then sitting with him at supper, she’d realized over and over again how terribly vulnerable she was with him. She couldn’t expose herself to that. Couldn’t let herself feel these things. What had happened during their picnic and what she had seen in the woods that day had touched her—and it had awoken her to a consummate truth.

  She loved Noah and what she had seen and felt that day had proven to her exactly how strong—and dangerous—love was. That girl in the clearing was very likely going to lose everything that mattered to her. She was going to sacrifice her family in favor of the one woman who was her lover. The whole question of the morality of lesbianism aside, that was a frightening thought. It was a huge and very scary step to take and Rachel seriously questioned the wisdom of it—for anyone. To throw away everything that you were raised with? To be so alone in the world. Yes she’d have her partner, but was that—or could that be—enough? And what of her duty to her parents? The Bible was very clear on that point, as well. Honoring and obeying one’s parents was one of the commandments. How did she just ignore that?