DangerbyDalliance

by Tina Christopher

  She looked good.

  Chances were that her world would come tumbling down around her by sunrise tomorrow, but until that time she planned to savor every single moment and live it to the fullest.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Archer had spent his afternoon turning his discovery over and over, attempting to come to a decision. He didn’t want to believe that Sarah had anything to do with the fraudulent banknotes, but it just all seemed a bit too coincidental. She showed up with her need for money and somehow she ended up as part of Warren’s and his life. Then he fixed the Rigdon’s Banknote Verification Device and the first person he stumbled across who did not appear happy about his success was directly connected to Sarah.

  He rubbed his face. Then there was the ink on her fingers and the false note he’d found in her purse. She couldn’t be in charge of the fraudsters, otherwise there would have been no reason for her to come to him for money. But she could be part of the crew, an assistant of some kind.

  What was he supposed to think with the evidence stacking up against her?

  He threw the pencil onto the desk, crumpled up his twenty-sixth attempt at a drawing and dropped into the already overflowing bin under his desk. Nothing constructive would come out of him tonight.

  He picked up the file he’d read half a dozen times already. The handsome and distinguished man Archer saw her with was Melvin Kemmer, accountant. He ran one of the tax collection offices in Westminster. Sarah lived in Westminster, so it was more than likely that Kemmer’s office was where she paid her taxes. But if that was all, why would she go and see him at his home?

  He’d asked Johnson to see if there was any way to determine what money in the bank came from what tax collection office. His friend hadn’t been very hopeful. When Archer suggested that it could narrow down the source, that it could show where the notes were added to the city, Johnson had walked off, telling Archer he’d see what he could do.

  The doorbell echoed through the house. Archer checked the clock. It was close to dinnertime.

  They rarely dressed for dinner in their house. Most of the time he was neck deep in some sort of experiment and Warren splattered with paint. But today he had made an effort.

  For her.

  Archer unrolled his shirtsleeves and buttoned his cuffs. He straightened his waistcoat, checked his cravat and pulled on his coat. With one final tug on the cuffs he walked to the bookshelf and picked up the small tracker he had been working on for months. He wasn’t yet sure if he would use it, but something was going on and he needed to know. He dropped it in his pocket and walked out of the office and into the front hallway.

  Sarah took his breath away. She was so goddamn beautiful.

  The dress followed each and every curve of her luscious body. The décolleté, lower than he’d ever seen her wear, presented her full breasts to him. He couldn’t wait to free their bountiful weight, hold them in his hands, suckle her sweet nipples.

  His cock hardened and the need that always simmered just below rose to the surface. “Good evening, Sarah. You look absolutely stunning.”

  She smiled. “Thank you.” Her smile widened. “You also look very handsome tonight.”

  Archer took her hand and raised it to his lips as Warren joined them.

  “What do we have here?” He took her other hand. “The beauty and the beast.” He sucked one of her fingers into his mouth, making her shiver.

  “And what are you?” Archer asked, torn between annoyance and amusement at the comment.

  Warren laughed. He released her finger and pressed her palm against his chest. “I am whatever you need me to be.”

  Sarah tightened her grip around Archer’s hand. “That is good to know.”

  Archer studied her. There was something different about her. It took him a couple of seconds to decipher the change.

  She no longer hid her sensuality. Instead she had embraced it with confidence.

  He cupped her cheek. “Would you care for some dinner?”

  She licked her lower lip, making him tremble. “After.”

  Everything inside him stilled like a predator before an attack. Every muscle in his body hardened. Beside him Warren paused as well.

  “After it is.” He kissed her.

  Archer wound his free arm around her waist, the back of his hand rubbing against Warren’s hardening cock. Sarah responded to his kiss with passion and delight, playing and teasing his tongue with her own and rubbing her full breasts against his chest.

  Warren stepped behind her, nudging her even closer until she was sandwiched between them. Archer’s blood pounded in his veins.

  This here, the three of them together, was the fulfillment of his fantasy. He slid his hands up her body. The dress had a low back. He caressed her nape, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin.

  Warren wrapped his arms around her hips. After a quick grope for Archer’s dick, he petted her stomach and hips. His cock lengthened when he saw his lover and their woman together.

  After a moment she pulled back and smiled. “Come.” She took their hands and led them up the stairs onto the second floor.

  Warren gently tugged her hand. “Third door on the left.” He kissed her nape.

  She shivered and continued on.

  Archer opened the door to his bedroom and entered. Sarah had a quick look around. Her grip on his hand tightened and uncertainty glimmered in her eyes when she saw the massive four-poster bed. But she kept her chin up and turned to Warren and him. “What next?”

  Instead of speaking, Warren pulled her close for a deep kiss. Archer pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand and then let go. She plunged her fingers into Warren’s hair. Archer closed the door and leaned against it. Watching them drove him crazy. He’d never seen himself as a voyeur, but the two of them together were just gorgeous.

  But the part of him that struggled to trust raised its head. What had made her come to them like this? Why after weeks of following their lead had she suddenly decided to take their encounter all the way? And that she planned to sleep with them was not a question.

  Unlike Warren he had never suffered physical abuse at his father’s hands. No, his abuse had been mental. The never knowing what mood he would find his father in, not knowing if his actions were good enough to gain him acceptance. He could count those instances on one hand. The standard response to his trials had been a disgusted grimace and a turned back. It had taught Archer to be very, very careful with whom he allowed close to him.

  This sudden change in course raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

  He put his hand inside his pocket and fingered the small tracker. Warren would most likely kill him for this breach of trust. Archer wanted to believe, but needed proof of her innocence.

  Sarah moaned when Warren kissed his way down her neck. She tilted her head and stretched her hand out to him. Archer stepped behind her and gently took her purse. It was heavier than he had anticipated. With a quick flick of the wrist he added the tracker and dropped the bag on a chair.

  Then he forced his suspicions aside and undid the buttons on the back of her dress. With each button loosened, a little bit more of her skin became visible. His breathing grew uneven and by the time he pulled the dress over her hips he was close to panting.

  She just did it for him. No matter what.

  Warren kissed across her décolleté, his hands on her hips. Archer set his hands over his friend’s and pulled Sarah against his chest, his hard dick rubbing against her arse. When he pressed his lips against her neck and nipped the soft skin she moaned.

  “Lord, what you two do to me.”

  Her whispered words stroked across his senses. With one hand Archer played with Warren’s, fondled the back of his lover’s hand and the sensitive skin between thumb and index finger. With the other he moved up Sarah’s side until he’d reached her breasts.

  Her head dropped back against his chest. He curved his hand under her breast but the corset didn’t have any give. Archer released Warre
n and lifted both hands to the top hook of her corset.

  Warren looked up and met his gaze. The inferno in his eyes scorched Archer. Goose bumps spread across his body. For a moment time stood still and all Archer recognized was the man before him and the woman in his arms. When she moved against him he nodded. Warren responded in kind.

  He knelt before her and opened the bottom hook while Archer did the same at the top of the corset. And the next. And the next.

  Archer kissed her nape.

  Sarah shivered and moved against him. Each touch made her quiver, lean deeper into the caress. When he tongued her earlobe and blew against it she whimpered.

  Archer’s and Warren’s hands met at the middle of the corset. He looked over her shoulder at the kneeling man. Warren caressed the backs of his hands with small touches and then released him to take both sides of the corset. Archer undid the final hook and Warren gently pulled it off her body, ensuring the material rubbed across her nipples. At the same time Archer cupped her breasts and lifted them away from her chest, presenting them to Warren, who sucked one nipple into his mouth.

  She moaned and her peaks tightened even further. Archer used his index fingers to tease the delicate skin of her areolas. When he tweaked the nipple Warren did not suck on between thumb and index finger, her knees weakened.

  Warren came to his feet.

  “Let’s move this somewhere comfortable,” Archer said. Before Sarah could say anything he had swung her into his arms. She yelped and clung to his neck. Archer chuckled.

  Warren strode to the bed and pulled down the cover. With care Archer deposited her in the center. He followed the length of her leg and tugged off first one, then the other shoe. Warren stood beside the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.

  Archer moved back and pulled off his jacket, followed by his waistcoat. His mouth went dry when Warren pulled off his shirt, his feelings mirrored by the need darkening Sarah’s deep-blue eyes.

  Warren tugged open his trousers and his cock jumped out. Long and hard and red. For a second he gripped it in his right hand and stroked up and down. Archer tugged his shirt out of his pants while wanting to sink to his knees and suck that delicious prize.

  He wasn’t the only one with that thought. Sarah had come to her hands and knees. She gripped the dick with one hand and slid her tongue along the hard length. Archer groaned and tore off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his trousers, the tableau before him mind-bendingly arousing. With a deep growl Warren pulled back. “Tonight is for you.”

  Sarah raised her brows, but when they both nodded she lay against the pillows.

  Archer studied her for a moment, branding this moment into his mind, his memory. “You look incredible.”

  She blushed. For a moment he thought he caught shadows crossing her eyes, but then she smiled and opened her arms to him. He climbed onto the bed between her legs. With a few swift tugs he removed her underpants. Naked, she reclined against the dark cotton, her curves enticing him, each inch of her a treat to be devoured or enjoyed at leisure.

  Warren stretched out beside her, kissing every inch of skin his lips could reach.

  Archer grabbed the base of his cock to stave off the increasing need. Once he was sure he could control himself in the face of the feast before him, he gently clasped her ankles and moved her legs apart.

  Catching a glimpse of the pink lips of her moist cunt was like adding more coal to the engine. Need roared through him. He lay between her legs, his hands around her hips.

  Archer kissed her thigh and worked his way closer and closer to his goal. Sarah arched her back and her legs tensed. He reached the apex of her thighs and pressed a kiss onto the soft skin of her stomach before continuing on his journey down the other leg.

  Her fingers clenched in his hair, trying to pull him back to her pussy, but Archer disentangled her hands and took her wrists in his hand. “None of that, darling. I am in charge.”

  He smiled when she groaned and thrust up her hips.

  Above him Warren played with her nipples, going back and forth with his fingers and his mouth, driving her higher and higher.

  Archer caressed her opening, his path impeded by her hymen. He choked back the growl that wanted to escape and pulled back the protective hood over her clit. She trembled and moaned softly.

  He blew on her clit and her whole body shivered. Archer released her wrists and held down her hips as he tongued her slit.

  More moisture seeped out, taunting him with her delicious scent and taste. He worked his way up and down, giving her clit only limited attention.

  Warren continued to kiss her breasts and intersperse those with sharp little nips. He stretched out one arm until he reached Sarah’s curls. Archer studied him. Warren smiled and carefully opened Sarah’s pussy like a flower, spreading her for him.

  Archer ground his cock against the mattress and gritted his teeth. Seeing his lover open her up for him hurled him to the brink.

  He settled more fully between her legs and set out to drive her insane.

  He licked her opening and kissed her sensitive inner lips, interspersed with light taps against her clit.

  Using the abundant moisture, he lubricated one finger and played with her anus. She stiffened and moved away. Archer raised his head and met her gaze. She swallowed and her hand in Warren’s hair tightened. He kissed her stomach, continuing to hold her captive with his look. She softened, her eyes giving him permission to continue.

  He patted Warren’s ankle. His lover looked down at him. Archer raised his brows.

  Warren opened the bedside table and handed him the bottle of lubricant, his expression filled with need.

  Sarah watched their exchange.

  Archer kissed her. He teased her clit. His fingers, covered with her natural moisture and artificial lube, stroked along her perineum and moved closer to her back entrance. With care he pressed the tip of his finger inside her to the first knuckle.

  Sarah grew more and more frantic. Her hips jerked and nearly unseated him, her moans turned to groans and then to shrieks. Warren captured her hands and held them down above her head.

  She struggled for a moment, but when Archer sucked her clit while thrusting in and out of her rear entrance with his finger, she just let go. “Lord…Archer…oh my, this is…amazing…oh Lord. Stop! No, don’t stop… Never stop.”

  In the end he varied between tapping her clit and sucking on it while Warren sucked on her nipples.

  She came apart with a scream, pressing her hips into Archer’s face. He continued to caress her, but more gently, expanding and continuing her orgasm while holding absolutely still in an attempt to stave off his own.

  He looked at Warren. Passion had carved every line in his body in exquisite detail. His need was obvious, his rock-hard rod rising from between his legs. Without releasing him from his gaze Archer gave her entrance one last lick and came to his knees. He nodded at Warren.

  Every muscle in Warren’s body tensed. For a second he couldn’t move. Archer wanted him to be the first? He’d never seen that coming. He hesitated and tilted his head in question.

  Archer rolled his eyes and fisted his cock. His dick was thicker than Warren’s. Catching his drift, Warren nodded and wrapped two fingers around the base of his member. Chances were she would be as tight as a fist. He didn’t want to come as soon as he entered.

  With one last kiss on her tight nipple he moved between her legs.

  Her blue eyes were glassy, her pupils dilated, but when he leaned over her, her gaze focused on him. A spark spread across the blue and she smiled.

  His heart clenched.

  Warren had always told himself that he agreed to this trio for Archer, but he loved Sarah. Her unpredictability and secrets intrigued him, her beauty enchanted him and her strength amazed him. He didn’t know what her demons were but he wanted to slay them for her.

  He returned her smile. With care he settled between her legs, his weight on his elbows. Archer lay beside them.

>   Sarah swallowed. Her hands shook slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He pressed his lips against hers. “Are you sure?” This was the beginning of the rest of their lives. If she had reservations they would continue as they had.

  But please, Lord, let her be sure.

  Her smile widened and she looked at both him and Archer. “Yes, I am. I’ve never been this certain of anything.”

  Warren nodded and kissed her. Her lips softened and welcomed him. He remained aware of Archer’s weight against his arm as his lover sucked on a nipple.

  He released her soft lips and kissed her cheek, her temple, until he reached her ear. She shivered and rubbed her chest against him and Archer. Sweat gathered on his temples and lower back. He shifted slightly and rubbed his cock along her slit, covering it in her natural lubricant.

  He rose higher on his elbows to give Archer more room to caress her breasts. This pushed their groins tighter together.

  She panted, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. One hand hung on to Archer’s hair, the other clung to Warren’s upper arm. The slight pinch of her nails drove him higher.

  Warren took a deep breath and aligned himself. The head of his cock nudged against her hymen. He gritted his teeth and pushed through, hoping hard and fast was better than stretching out the inevitable.

  She screamed and her nails dug deeper into his arm. He’d stopped as soon as he was through, desperately trying to give her a moment to acclimatize.

  He’d be lucky if he survived with his sanity intact.

  She surrounded his dick like a glove, caressing the inches inside her. He dug his fingers into the sheets, clinging to control and hoping like hell that he hadn’t hurt her too badly.

  Archer rained kisses over her face, her neck and her chest.

  Slowly the tension seeped out of her. She opened her eyes, the blue nearly gray. His friend leaned back and they both studied her.