The Master and His Lover

THE MASTER AND HIS LOVER

Mary Winter

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The Master and his Lover Mary Winter This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

Compared to the scantily clad women filling the room, Toni Lloyd felt positively matronly. She grinned, knowing her ankle-length navy skirt, sensible pumps, and navy jacket over a white blouse were positively demure compared to the lady next to her in a body glove with strategic holes. Or the woman across the room holding a goblet of red punch the same color as the fabric that wound strategically around her body. Toni patted the tight bun at the nape of her neck and adjusted the fake spectacles on her nose. She smiled, a cruel, evil smile, like the substitute teacher from hell, and made her way into the throng. “Pardon me,” she said, moving around several youths with visible tattoos and chainstudded leather vests. She turned to a couple chatting in the corner. “Money for God?” She patted the leather-bound book as if it were something holier than a blank journal. Her cutting smile quickly making them scurry for the con suite with its liquid courage. Ah, the joys of playing a Ravelli. The cool, calculating vampire family had nothing on organized crime. In the corner of the room, a man with a half mask sat on a large, thronelike chair. His royal blue shirt, clearly expensive, stood out in this sea of black and red. He inclined his

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head, and Toni smiled. Not yet. She’d talk to him later. Maybe after working the crowd. There appeared to be plenty of fresh meat here, and she wanted to take them for all they were worth. She stopped a young man, her hand on his arm, drawing his attention. “Mortal?” The lack of a visible family crest gave him away. Her own, the insignia of a fist around a bag of gold, hung on a pendulum around her neck. The gold chain winked against the white of her shirt. He stopped, and though he was a good ten years younger than she, Toni took a moment to admire the muscles beneath her fingers, the trim body and the way he filled out his jeans. Too young, but pretty enough nonetheless. “Maybe.” His gaze focused on her neck and its buttoned-up collar. “You’re not like everyone else.” Toni laughed. She couldn’t help it, the man’s innocent expression telling her that he’d never run into someone from her family before. “They,” she said, pointing the corner of the book at a group of youths with the insignia of the Torn, a violent vampire gang, “are blunt instruments. Whereas I am a finely tuned violin capable of making you weep and praise God all at the same time. Of course, when you honor God properly, he’ll make you scream with delight.” She inched closer, brushing her breast across his shirt. “Money for God?” The player hesitated and lust flashed white-hot through his gaze. “What about you? Seems like someone ought to make you scream too?” He inched closer, and she had the perfect view down his shirt to the growing bulge behind the fly of his jeans. Toni licked her lips. He tempted her. Oh how he tempted her out of her six-monthlong, self-imposed dry spell. Except she’d made a personal decision not to date, let alone fuck, anyone under twenty-five, and he looked barely old enough to drink. Besides, her persona wouldn’t let her do such a thing. Leave that for those who thought they were

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artistic. In this guise, she had to concentrate on higher things, like raising money for her fake church. “I’m afraid I devote myself to larger callings,” she purred, stepping away and narrowly avoiding a collision with a bunch of goth-wannabes. “Besides, I have to think of my savior.”

Even if it’s more like gold coins and dollar bills than some kind of divine power. Every day Toni was agnostic, hadn’t really given much thought about it. But she’d slipped so far into the persona, that it was like she’d become Madeline Wainscott, the overseer for the Church of Twin Fires. The young man had the grace to look disappointed. “Hard to compete with God.” He shrugged. “Maybe later.” Winking at her, he turned and headed for the punch bowl. “Welcome to our humble gathering. The Master would like to meet you.” Toni followed the delectable baritone voice to its owner, a man who stood a good six inches above her five-feet-six-inch frame. A black sequined mask hid his face, though she saw wicked intelligence dancing in his vivid blue eyes. Thick hair, so dark it might as well have been black, curled enticingly around the collar of the black silk shirt he wore. The shimmering fabric and tight-fitting black jeans highlighted his muscled body. He wore black boots like an enforcer. She had a feeling if she were lucky enough to peel his clothes from his body, he’d be a delectable, kissable hunk of a man. And something told her he was probably gay. She smiled at him, allowing flirtatious interest to enter her gaze. “I’m very glad. I’d like to talk to him about his support of the Twin Fires.” He laughed, the rumble like pouring silken smooth chocolate over bare flesh, rich and warm and full of promise. She drank in the sight of his broad back as he turned and led her through the crowd. People automatically moved out of his way, whether responding to his impressive visage or simply because they knew he worked for the Master. Either way, Toni

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was very, very glad. Damn, he had a nice ass. His long strides made her work a bit to keep up with him. People turned and watched them pass. Toni held her head high, her skirt swishing around her ankles. Any other game, she’d have these people eating out of her palm. Tonight, the room belonged to this man and his Master. He stopped before the throne and nodded to the man, then turned and took up his position behind the chair. Resting his hand on the Master’s shoulder, the man looked at her…and smiled. The hot, hungry look had a flush rising to Toni’s cheeks. Her attention fell to the casual way the man rested his hand on the Master’s shoulder. The gesture looked protective, possessive, and she glanced from the seated man to the standing one, trying to puzzle out the nature of their relationship. “Do you wish to introduce yourself to the Master?” the seated man said with a hint of humor in his voice. She nodded, her blush deepening. “I am Madeline Wainscott, overseer for the Church of the Twin Flames.” She curtseyed deeply, still holding onto her book. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” The Master held out his hand, clearly intending for her to kiss his large signet ring. She stepped forward, noting the man’s long, capable fingers with neatly trimmed nails. She took his hand in hers, and heat from the simple touch radiated through her body. He had hands like a quarterback, large enough to span the ball, yet skilled enough to send it exactly where he wanted it to go. That, combined with the voice, made her attention flick back to his face. Though she couldn’t be sure, and the lines would be older, more mature, she thought she recognized the shape of his mouth and lips. If she was right, then she’d spent hours fantasizing about them back in high school.

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Ignoring his ring, Toni brushed a quick kiss across the back of his hand. Wishing her blouse were more revealing, she bowed deeper. “It is an honor to meet you, Master.” She lowered her voice so the last word sounded like a husky caress. Under normal circumstances, she might say she was coming on too strong, but her body hummed at the nearness of these men. Something about them sparked her interest and her desire. Unlike the black-clad man behind him, the Master had broad shoulders and a muscular build. He wore a royal blue silk shirt tucked into expensive black trousers and black leather shoes. The military-short cut of his blond hair only enhanced his jade eyes, making him look like a sunny day compared to his companion’s dark night. And she could easily imagine herself as the dawn, held suspended between the two extremes. Toni stifled a moan. “Interesting seeing you here. Why don’t you have a seat? I’d like to know more about your church.” The man gestured to a plush chair beside him. Though the words were couched to stay in character, she detected a flare of interest in his gaze and wondered what might happen once the game ended later this evening. “Thank you,” she said, taking the seat next to him. The man who’d summoned her still stood behind him, but she sensed him shifting, standing between the two of them, almost like he guarded them both. If some silent signals passed between the Master and his companion, she didn’t see them and wondered anew at their relationship. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “So is Madeline your real name? Because you don’t look like a Maddie.” His breath warmed her earlobe, and for a moment, she thought he might take it between his teeth and nibble. Her breath caught in her throat. Losing control wasn’t part of her persona, no matter how much this man made her want to rip off her clothes and offer herself to him. Especially since she was thinking he reminded her too much of Kane Frasier, high school heartthrob and quarterback extraordinaire.

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“Toni Lloyd. You?” She made it a point of turning and looking at him. A heartbeat separated them, and her mouth opened in silent invitation. His gaze dropped to her plump lips. “Kane Frasier. It’s very nice to meet you. Though if you’re going to be the Master’s woman, we’ll have to work on your wardrobe.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles along the column of her throat. A soft, strangled whimper emerged as his fingers found the top button and unhooked it and then the second. The tips of his digits slid into the opening he’d created. “There, much better,” he said. She could only sit there and stare at him, wetness dampening her panties. “Much better,” the man behind them agreed. “Don’t you think?” Toni didn’t know what to think, and that was the oh-so-delicious problem. For someone who yearned to be pressed between two strong, virile men, these guys scrambled her brain cells. She managed a nod and a strangled “Yes,” only to listen to both men chuckle simultaneously. Heat rolled low in her stomach. Though she hadn’t ventured near the punch bowl yet, the world tilted with fuzzy edges like she’d imbibed a bit too much. “Beau Vioget,” he said. The French name, combined with his dark good looks, made her think of long nights filled with expensive wine and decadent bubble baths. Oh the fun she could have with him. He bent down and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and the two men shared a look that nearly curled her toes. Could they be? Toni watched for a moment longer, certain that back in high school Kane hadn’t given any impression that he might be gay. If he were, then that might shed a new light on why he’d never returned her advances or asked her out to the dance. Though he hadn’t really asked out anyone else, either. There might have been one or two girls, but nothing stuck in her mind, except him saying that he had to focus on his football. It was supposed to be his way into college.

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“Very nice to meet you,” she said to Beau. She turned back to Kane. “So what would you like to know about my order? I can tell you anything that you’d like to know.” She stroked the front of the book like she wished she could caress Beau’s bare chest. “How about we not talk about your church for now? I would think one such as yourself might cultivate your parishioners in a little different location.” Kane gestured to the mostly black-clad players circulating in the room. Too-loud laughter mixed with free-flowing punch, most of it spiked, added to the party ambiance. Though there was regular roleplaying happening, for the most part, the Live Action Role Playing was being used as a way to meet and greet outside the confines of reality. Toni wavered, torn between the role-playing experience and the need to get to know Kane more and find out if he was the same guy she’d crushed on in high school. “Can it not be said that these are the people most in need of my help?” She gestured to a group of young men who wore insignia from a deranged family. “Take them, for instance. Though they cling to their madness as if it were a security blanket, I think they would find the cool succor offered by my church to be a refreshing change from their dark descent. Don’t you think?” “I think people such as they may not find the relief you do in such things. There are some who like to play in the darkness.” Kane’s words warmed her, made her think of wanton and wicked things that happened once the lights went down and the clothes came off. “How about you, Miss Wainscott? Do you like to play in the darkness?” Her breath caught and held. Did she? Her fantasies thrived in the darkness, without the harsh, unfeeling light of day. It was why she found herself drawn to these events. She could toy with aspects of her personality that under normal circumstances she kept under lock and key. “Very much so. And that is why I seek the light, to make the darkness all the sweeter.”

***** Kane willed his cock to behave. Sitting beside Antonia after all these years made his body stand up and pay attention. Changing her name to Toni wasn’t the only thing that was

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different about her. She’d also lost quite a bit of weight. Behind him, his lover’s hand on his shoulder reminded him of what he had and what he didn’t want to lose. And yet, though they hadn’t seen each other since graduation, she’d haunted him. Rounded or svelte, her figure didn’t matter, because the personality inside was stunning. If he did dally with a woman, and he had had his share, he’d compared them all to her. So far, they’d all come up short. Did she recognize him? If he wasn’t misreading her, she wanted him and Beau. The thought of her lovely body standing between them back in their hotel room, of him on his knees feasting at her clit while Beau took her from behind had him thankful the low lighting hid his condition. Sure, he and Beau had talked about their mutual admiration of women, how they wouldn’t mind bringing one into their relationship. He’d even talked about his past feelings for Toni. But any woman they brought into their relationship had to be the right one. If they chose wrong, it could ruin everything. He didn’t dare risk a glance back at his lover, who had gone silent during the exchange. Did Beau think the same things he did? Now wasn’t the time to find out. Instead, he drew the conversation back to her church and its founding. If she’d created it herself -- and he figured she had because the game’s source material hadn’t mentioned it -- then she’d done a thorough job. Back in high school she’d been smart and witty. It seemed that her abilities had carried into adulthood. Beau leaned down. His lover’s warm breath caressed the side of Kane’s neck. He shivered, knowing that if they were alone, Beau would nibble his way down to Kane’s shoulders, then kiss and lick the flesh there, while holding him still. Just thinking about being pinned beneath Beau’s larger frame had Kane hard, and he wondered what Toni would think about watching. “You want to fuck her,” Beau whispered in Kane’s ear, too low for Toni to hear. “Don’t you?” The carnal words served to heighten Kane’s arousal. He licked his lips, not even daring to nod. Damn his lover for knowing him so well.

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“That could probably be arranged. You know we’ve talked about this.” Beau punctuated his words with a nip of Kane’s earlobe before straightening up. It took a moment for Kane’s brain to fire properly after Beau straightened. To think that his lover gave tacit permission for Kane to take Toni back to their room and make love to her took his breath away. He realized she stared at him; most likely she’d asked something, and he’d completely missed it. Behind him, Beau chuckled low in his throat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that,” Kane admitted. Toni grinned and followed his gaze out to the floor where two women twined around one another, both dressed in very skimpy costumes. Though he hadn’t seen them until that moment, no doubt she thought he’d been captivated by the sight. “I understand. If I swung that way I might be a bit distracted too.” She rested her hand on his knee. “I had asked if you were in the area or if you’d come from out of town.” He stared at her fingers, thinking if she moved them a few inches higher she might see that it wasn’t those women but the one sitting beside him who affected him. For a moment he debated about moving her hand. Her light touch would feel even better running the length of his cock. Behind him, Beau cleared his throat. Shit, he hadn’t been so unschooled since high school, when he struggled with wanting to kiss the boys and not the girls. “We’re far enough out of town to make this a mini vacation for us.” “Us?” Her eyebrow lifted, and her hand pulled back. “You here with a friend?” She fished for information.

Fuck-buddy. Partner. Pain in my ass. What I call him depends on what day it is. A smile flitted playfully across his face. “Something like that. Why don’t we go to the hospitality suite? I’m parched. Would you like to join me?” He stood and offered her his arm.

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Over the back of her chair, he saw Beau’s nod. Good, then perhaps his lover wouldn’t mind joining them.

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Chapter Two

The red ribbons announcing them as LARP participants probably would have garnered looks even if she weren’t sandwiched between two hunks, or so Toni thought. Standing in the mezzanine, waiting for the elevator, she caught numerous stares. Some hungry, some envious, and some just plain curious. She figured she presented an odd picture. Her ankle-length dress was far more modest than the clothing worn by most participants -- though a fair share of attendees were just in jeans and shirts. Her old-fashioned garb stood out like a clown at a funeral. Add to that Beau’s tall, dark good looks on one side and Kane’s blond, rich, sexy looks on the other, and she might as well not exist at all. She was sure some of the women staring at them wished her gone. The firm pressure of the men’s hands on her back warmed her all the way to her toes. Though she couldn’t see, she thought she felt the men holding hands. Kane, football jock, holding another man’s hand. It boggled her mind and made her wet. In all the fantasies she’d had about him, never had another man been involved. Now that her fantasy might…she wanted it to happen. “Would you like a drink?” Beau’s voice drifted through her thoughts.

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“Yes, please. I’m not sure what’s in the punch, so how about a diet whatever and rum. Thanks.” He stepped away, and immediately she felt his absence. “You don’t want a drink?” she asked Kane. He grinned, showcasing that dimple in his left cheek that had always made her knees weak. “Beau knows what I like.” The sentence sounded friendly enough. She had no reason to doubt that the two men weren’t good friends. They gamed together, and Beau seemed to play a protective role within the confines of the LARP. And yet, on another level, Kane’s words had an entirely different meaning. “I bet he does,” she replied. Kane only smiled. Damn him for being so infuriating. Her body hummed, the beat of music from a room party down the hall making her want to change out of these clothes and into something more suitable for dancing. “You like to dance?” She jerked her head down the hall, then glanced back into the hospitality suite to see if Beau had returned yet. “Sometimes. Might be a bit crowded down there, though.” A crowd of people came laughing down the hall. “Yeah, you have a point.” Beau reappeared, easily sliding between them with three glasses balanced in his hands. “Your drink.” He offered her a red plastic glass. “Thanks.” Toni took it from him, their fingers brushing. She attributed the heat that flushed across her cheeks to the hallway. Taking a sip, she smiled. She watched over the rim of her cup as Beau handed Kane a cup and kept one for himself. Both men took long drinks, then Beau gathered the glasses and tossed them into the trash can. She finished hers, anticipating the rush of warmth that came from the generous portion of rum and threw her glass away.

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“Where to now?” Beau asked. “Toni wants to dance. What do you think?” Kane smiled at her. “The dance is tomorrow night. I can wait, or maybe I’ll hit the room parties after the LARP is over.” Her pulse fluttered in her throat. Her lips suddenly went dry, and she wished she hadn’t gotten rid of her drink. The atmosphere changed, charged, and Kane’s statement, “Beau knows what I like,” filled her mind. “If you say so.” Over her head Kane and Beau shared a look, then Kane punched the button for the elevator. “Okay,” she said. Then the elevator dinged, and they were returning to the game. She had a feeling that whatever opportunity she might have had was lost.

***** Kane sensed Toni’s hesitation and her desire for both of them. Frankly, he didn’t know which turned him on more. Over her head, he shared a look with Beau and knew the other man agreed with him. Take this slow. There wasn’t any need to rush things. The elevator doors opened, and once again, somehow they had it to themselves. He ushered her inside, the doors closing behind them. “So, what would you say if I told you that I wanted to kiss you?” Kane asked. Toni’s eyes widened. Her lips parted. “I’d…” Kane leaned in, bracing one arm on the elevator wall against her head. Beau moved on her other side. “You’d what? You’d like it? You’d want more?” Kane whispered the questions against her lips. When she didn’t reply, he closed the space between them and kissed her. The years and anticipation only made it all the sweeter when she sighed and melted against him. With his free hand, Kane skimmed it down her side, feeling her shapely rear through the thick skirt she wore. With space between her and the elevator wall, Beau slid his hand in above Kane’s, his other braced on Toni’s shoulder.

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Kane slanted his lips across hers. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside. She made a tiny sound, and he swore he heard Beau bite back a moan. Distantly, he registered his lover lowering his mouth to Toni’s neck, nibbling and kissing. Well, they were in a vampire game. Then, she brought her hand up to flatten it on his chest, and frankly, he couldn’t think at all. Bolder now, she returned the kiss, sliding her tongue along his. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, and he tightened his hold on her rear. Damn, she was like a firecracker in his arms, all hot and ready to explode. The elevator slid to a stop. The doors opened. Distantly, Kane realized he ought to stop the kiss. Beau stepped away, putting himself between the open door and them. Taking that as his cue, Kane ended the kiss. Toni stared at him, her eyes glassy, twin dots of color high on her cheeks. Her lips were flushed, kiss-swollen, and it took all his willpower not to kiss her again. Instead, he pulled her against his side. “Let’s go,” he whispered. Toni leaned on him, and Kane decided he liked the way her breast brushed against his arm as they walked. No sooner had they vacated the elevator than a crush of people entered it, and Beau led them down the hall. “Not going back to the game?” Her head rested against his shoulder. She didn’t sound particularly disappointed. Kane shifted his arm so he tucked her against his side. “Not yet.” He knew where Beau was headed, to a solarium on the second floor that provided lots of secluded areas. He liked the way his lover thought. Apparently they weren’t the only ones who had the thought, because the first couple of shadowed cubbies created by the tall potted trees and strategically placed benches were full. Along one back wall, they found a bench big enough for the three of them.

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Kane sat down with his lover by his side. Beau touched her back as Kane eased her into their laps. His hand swept up and down Toni’s spine, and Kane knew how sensuous the movement felt. Though Beau required more massages because of the long hours spent at his computer, he gave a heck of a good backrub too. Toni must have thought so. She gave a soft little whimper and sank against Beau’s chest. With his free hand, he cupped Toni’s chin. “Do you mind?” he asked Kane. Kane grinned. “Not at all.” He watched his lover lower his mouth to Toni’s, heard her soft gasp of surprise and then her moan of surrender. His cock hardened. It pressed into her side, making him wonder if she felt it. Though it was too dark to see if Beau was aroused, from the way his free hand trailed over her neck to cup one of her breasts, Kane suspected he was. This was going far better than he’d planned. He hadn’t come here to find a third person for him and Beau to share. But now that he’d reacquainted himself with Toni, he couldn’t think of anyone else. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, he skimmed his fingers along her hip. She shifted, one hand clutching Beau’s shoulder and the other his biceps. Kane leaned in. Beau ended the kiss, then gently lifted Toni so Kane could claim her mouth once more. Knowing his lover watched them, seeing the need in his dark eyes, Kane kissed Toni again. She sank willingly into the melding of lips and tongues. Opening her mouth, she invited him deeper, reaching out this time to clutch at Kane’s shoulder once more. Kane plunged his tongue into her mouth, the automatic way she suckled it had him thinking about her kneeling on the floor in front of him, taking his cock while Beau fucked him from behind. His balls tightened. He reached for Beau, grabbing his lover’s shoulder, fingers kneading.

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He shifted Toni, wanting her straddling him, needing to feel his shaft nestled against her softness. Her skirt hampered much movement, and frustrated, he broke off the kiss. Toni stared at him with glassy eyes. Her parted lips begged for more kisses. “Upstairs,” Kane whispered. Behind her, Beau nodded. “The game?” Toni whispered. Kane breathed deeply. “I am the Master. Would you deny me?” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, her gasp telling him everything he needed to know. Leaning in, he kissed her. “I want you, Madeline. You tell me you seek money for your church. I can show you a much more pleasurable way to reach heaven.” Beau chuckled. His fingers stroked Toni’s back. She shivered and licked her lips. She glanced first from him, to Beau, then back again, the look in her eyes yearning. “I…” Her voice trailed into silence. “Do you want to deny your Master?” Beau asked. Though her jacket prevented him from seeing, he’d bet money her nipples were twin points aiming right at him. “No, I don’t.” Her breathy voice wrapped around his core and squeezed. “Where do you propose we go?” And with one question, she held the power back in her hands. “Our room,” Kane offered, thinking of the large, king-size bed and the box of condoms he’d brought. Though both he and Beau were clean, sometimes they did a bit of role-playing on their own. Toni slid off his lap, and for a moment, Kane feared that she might hurry away. Instead, she turned and extended a hand to each man. “Now?” Even when he thought he was ready for what she had to offer, Toni surprised him. He stood, thankful his dark slacks hid his erection. He took her hand, then held out his other hand to Beau. “Now,” he said.

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His lover accepted both offered hands and stood. Though there was little shuffling of spaces, together they made back to the elevators and upstairs without ripping clothes off. Beau unlocked the door, holding it for him and Toni. She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she crossed the threshold, then turned to them, already working on the buttons of her jacket. Beau closed the door behind them and flipped the lock. The chain rattled as he hooked it. Kane hardly noticed. His fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt, finally freeing them, and he tugged it from his trousers. Toni stared. She licked her lips. Striding forward, her own jacket forgotten, she flattened her palms on his chest and shoved the shirt from his shoulders. It fluttered to the ground. He liked the way she took charge, the way she dropped to her knees and started working at his trousers. Beau lifted an eyebrow, and Kane could only grin. She still wore far too many clothes for his taste, but Beau lowered himself to the carpet behind her. He reached for her jacket and slid it off her shoulders. She moved her hands long enough for him to remove her jacket, then he started on her buttons. One by one they slid open, giving Kane a luscious view of her breasts cradled in a navy blue bra. The deep plunge of her cleavage made him think of exploring all her hidden valleys. Beau splayed his hands over Toni’s ribs, plumping her breasts even more. Just looking at his lover touching her, dipping his head to nuzzle her neck, had him wishing she’d remove his pants just a little faster. His trousers dropped around his ankles. Her gentle fingers slid down his briefs, freeing him from the confining fabric, and his cock surged forward into her hands. She looked at him, licking her lips, and dipped her head forward. “Do it. Suck him,” Beau said, his voice little more than a husky growl. Toni cupped his shaft. She drew her fingers along the underside, rubbing her thumb across the tip. Behind her, Beau unhooked the front clasp of her bra and cupped her bare breasts. Her head tilted back, soft moans coming from her mouth.

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“Wait.” Kane stepped back, his cock sliding from Toni’s grip. “The bed.” It killed him to say those words, to remove her sweet fingers from his skin, and yet, he had to. With her so close, watching Beau caress her, kiss her, he nearly came in her palm. That wouldn’t do for a good first impression. Beau’s hands stilled, but didn’t leave Toni. She looked at Kane, then over her shoulder at Beau. For a moment, he thought she might hesitate, that stopping her had given her enough time to think about what she was doing. A teasing grin flirted with her lips as she stood and shimmied out of her bra. He could watch her forever. She unhooked her skirt, her breasts swaying with every movement. A light, floral perfume surrounded her, something delicate and innocent -- so much at odds with the Toni he knew that he couldn’t help but grin. She made a show of rolling her pantyhose down her legs, first one, then the other. She hadn’t worn any underwear. Kane removed his shoes, then kicked off his pants and briefs in a futile attempt to distract himself from the fact that if he’d ripped a bit of nylon, it would have allowed him to finger her hot, wet pussy. Behind her, he saw Beau undressing and thought his lover might have the better view. Naked, he went to her, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms and bury his face against her hair. Instead, he pulled the pins free, sending her bun tumbling down her back. Fanning his fingers through her hair, he looked at her, eyes half closed, lips parted, her pert breasts with their hard nipples, down to her bare mound, and damn if he couldn’t be pressed to think of a more beautiful woman. “Enjoy,” he said, wanting tonight to be all about her. A glance at his lover showed Beau was aroused, with the hungry look in his eyes that said, Fuck me now. They hadn’t discussed the choreography of this interlude, hadn’t even anticipated it happening. Kane hoped Beau would go along for the ride.

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He led Toni to the bed, watching as she lay down and arranged herself, before raising a hand to each man. Her sultry smile coaxed him to the edge of the bed. He settled himself beside her and reached for her, cupping her breast in his palm. Kane watched Toni’s eyelids flutter closed, listened to the soft sound she made when he flicked his thumb over her hard nipple. Before he got too distracted, he opened the nightstand drawer and put the box of condoms on the bedside stand. He nuzzled her, wanting to put her at ease with the caress of lips and tongue. Her silken skin led him on a trail across her shoulder, down to her collarbone, to the rise of her breast. He brushed a kiss across the top, then traced the same path back to her shoulder. Beau joined them. The bed dipped as his lover settled himself on Toni’s other side, his actions mirroring Kane’s. Her hands came up, cupping both their heads and holding them to her. Kane took her nipple into his mouth. He tongued the hard, sweet bud, her cries only urging him onward. Her legs spread, and he caressed her stomach, needing to touch her, to feel her cream on his fingers. His hand encountered Beau’s. For a moment their fingers intertwined, and they shared a look over Toni’s prone body so heated that Kane flexed his hips into the mattress. Together, they trailed their fingers down to her mons. Toni parted her legs. “Yes,” she whimpered. He grazed her nipple with his teeth, then licked it while he stroked her labia. As he had guessed, she was wet, very much so, and he gathered her cream on his digits. Beau’s fingers joined his, and together, they strummed her into a quick, hard orgasm. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. Shudders ravaged her body, and he watched her. She had a woman’s body with a woman’s needs. He circled her clit with his finger, fondling the plump little bud. Her breath gasped, her hips rising and falling to meet his fingers.

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He looked at Beau, noting his lover sucked her other nipple like he’d loved women all his life. He encountered Beau’s fingers circling her opening, and he wondered what it must be like to be her, with two men playing with her body. He released her nipple. “I want to taste her,” he said, and Beau nodded. “Please,” Toni begged.

***** She didn’t have to ask twice. Sliding down the bed, he moved between her thighs, and lifted her legs over his shoulders. She waited, her thighs trembling for the first touch of his breath or fingers. Anything to ease the ache building between her thighs. Beau’s lips danced across her breast. Being between both men, their hands, their mouths had her arousal running at a fever pitch. When she picked this fantasy, she had no idea how completely allencompassing it would be. He caressed her, sliding his fingers along the length of her labia. She willed him to touch her clit, to play with the hood and drive her insane. Not even her favorite toy could bring her to such a fever pitch so quickly, not like these guys. Toni tangled her fingers in Beau’s hair, holding his lips to her breast. Back bowed, she rode the waves of pleasure arching through her body. Kane worked her clit, his fingers dipping in and out of her pussy, while Beau’s mouth and hands played over her breasts. The game ceased to matter. Some part of her mind told her that she should still be Madeline Wainscott, though that character would never enjoy being between two men like this. Kane might be the equivalent of vampire royalty, and though he kissed her inner thigh, there were no teeth in evidence. Toni, on the other hand, relished the sensual dance between these two partners. Reaching beneath her, Kane cupped her ass and lifted her even closer to his mouth. Beau released her nipple, and she cried out at the loss of contact. He stroked her hair, reaching over her to toss something down toward Kane.

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“Make her come.” Beau’s raspy order tightened her nipples. Her inner muscles clenched around Kane’s tongue. So close. She was so close to coming, another swipe of his oh-so-perfect lips and tongue, and she exploded. Fisting her hands in the comforter, she stiffened, back bowed, her sex pressed as close to Kane’s face as she could. He ate her from the inside out, his tongue dipping into her channel, sparking off tiny explosions with every taste. His fingers tightened on her ass, and it seemed that Beau played with her nipples, but she was too gone to care. Oh God, she’d never orgasmed like this at home. Lips and tongue, fingers, and the hot press of warm, male bodies against her flesh. Distantly, she registered Kane moving away and gave a tiny mewl of need. She needed -- oh yes, she needed him close to her, filling her. The distant rustle of a foil packet and a long, ragged male groan, and then he was back. Beau moved away. She reached for him, needing to feel solid shoulders and warm, male muscle. Anything to ground her in this moment, to keep her from spinning away. And then, Kane was there, poised over her. She reached up, running her palms over his pectorals, tracing the ridge of his muscles down to his abs, then back again. He braced his weight on his hands, his cock nudging her slick folds. She parted her legs. Her world narrowed down to this man, his shaft poised to enter her, and the rapt look on his face. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, then sealed his words with a kiss. Not a chaste meeting of mouths, this was a carnal mating, of lips and tongues, sighs and moans. He ravished her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a possessiveness that startled her. Dragging her heels over the backs of his calves, nearly to his buttocks, she lifted her hips in silent invitation. He took it, plunging into her body with a single, smooth stroke. She cried out, the exquisite sensation of being filled making her curl her toes. Her world narrowed down to Kane, only Kane, as he slowly withdrew, holding himself poised at

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her entrance. Winding her hands up to his shoulders, she clung to him, lifting her body as he slid home once more. Distantly, she heard rustling on the bed, but she couldn’t focus, not with Kane intent above her. Each stroke, each thrust brought her higher. She lifted her hips, tilting into him so that he brushed against her most sensitive places. Drifting her fingers over his broad back, she curled her nails into him, leaving little red indents. His kiss grew hungrier, more carnal, until it seemed that he possessed her. She squeezed her eyes closed. Looking at him was too intense, watching the pleasure play across his features, his gaze dark and intent. And then, frankly, she couldn’t think at all because a final thrust buried him balls-deep inside her. Kane tore his lips from hers and gave a harsh, guttural moan. Toni cried out with the force of her release. Her eyes rolled back, her back bowed as if she could get him even a little bit deeper. Great rolling pulses started at her womb, working their way outward, down to her toes and up to the top of her head. Mouth open, she couldn’t even scream, couldn’t shout, because the sheer bliss rolling through her body held her immobile. Darkness swam at the edge of her vision, and she distantly registered Kane’s forceful orgasm. They collapsed together, him on her, bodies still intertwined. Movement on the edge of the bed announced Beau’s presence, though he didn’t touch her, didn’t reach for them. Instead, he stood. She thought she heard him gathering his clothes. “The Master needs to make another appearance,” he said, his stony voice shocking her back into reality. She’d had sex with a man she thought was her high school crush, all in the pretext of the game. She hadn’t removed the medallion around her neck announcing her family, and the metal hung cool against her skin. Kane pulled away.

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She might have given a little whimper, but he kissed her lips. “Beau is right. The Master has to make an appearance. Take your time. We’ll be out for a while.” And just like that, he slid from the bed. Clothing rustled, the door clicked, and they were gone. Toni lay naked in a virtual stranger’s bed, having just had a quickie -- all in the name of the game. The men hadn’t even removed their masks, she realized belatedly. She’d never LARPed like this before, and thinking about the two men, she decided that maybe, once the game was over, they’d do it again. And maybe without masks between them, she could discover more about Beau, and his coldness would thaw.

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Chapter Three

By the time Toni dressed and made her way back to the room where the LARP had been taking place, she found an empty room with bare tables. Apparently the cleaning staff had already arrived, because the round tables had been stripped of their coverings, and the trash cans were empty. Even the water dispenser had been cleaned and stood waiting to be refilled for tomorrow’s activities. She’d missed the end of the LARP. Apparently Kane and Beau had gone elsewhere. Not back to their room, unless she’d missed them by only a few moments. She wasn’t sure which bothered her more, that she’d missed the game or the fact that the guys were nowhere to be found. Her body ached pleasantly as she headed for the stairs, not wanting the elevators to remind her of kissing Kane. Kane. Just thinking about him sent a fresh rush of warmth through her. She felt her cheeks pinken even though a cool breeze rushed from the air conditioning vents. Her nipples tightened, sensitive against the lace of her bra. Swallowing hard, she reversed her course, suddenly not wanting to return to the conference room where she’d first met the guys. The

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heavy jacket and skirt suddenly seemed too much. She had an article she needed to finish for a computer magazine and a couple of chapters for a book on SQL servers she needed to proof. Plenty of work to keep her busy all night. She didn’t need to head back to her room, change clothes, and then go to the room party floor. Except she contemplated doing exactly that. She licked her lips, wondering what would happen if she encountered Beau or Kane at the room parties. Would the three of them head to their room and make love again? Just thinking about it had her breath coming in short little pants. Well, no good standing around in an empty room. Whether she decided to head back to her room to get some work done or up to the room parties, her outfit had to go. She headed for the elevators. No way was she going to climb five flights of stairs in these heels. She’d just have to be a big girl and ignore the memories. Besides, that elevator had been going down, just like Kane had. With a sigh, she pressed the button, thankful she didn’t have to wait long. She had a car all to herself, and she emerged at her floor in short order. Taking her room card from an inner pocket of her jacket, she headed down the hall to her room. She disappeared inside, closed the door behind her, and took a deep breath. Solace. She collapsed against the door, reaching behind her to hook the chain and flip the deadbolt. The whir of the air conditioner and the mini fridge provided a surprisingly pleasant accompaniment to her wayward thoughts. Straightening, she headed for the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. Nude, she washed her face and completed her night’s ritual. She noticed red marks on the top of her left breast, a slight love bite low on her shoulder. From Kane. Her stomach lurched, and the room swam. She grabbed a towel, spreading it over the toilet lid so she could sit down. Burying her face in her hands, she took deep breaths. They’d used protection, and she was on the pill. There wouldn’t be any other consequences from tonight other than her own chastising thoughts. Sure, Kane and Beau were sexy, handsome men, who obviously had a thing for each other. Her fantasies revolved around being between

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two such men, being loved, being taken, being possessed. Still, to do so with such abandon, it had…felt damn good. Her breath whooshed from her lungs. Her body might yearn to dress in a short skirt and head up to the party floor to find them. Her mind told her to stay here, work if she could, and if not, at least she wouldn’t be making any more mistakes. Except what had happened didn’t feel like a mistake. She stood, deciding she couldn’t mope. She dressed in her nightgown and matching robe, then called room service. Some food and some work would take her mind off things. And maybe tomorrow she’d run into Kane again.

***** Toni stood in the middle of a crush of people and consulted her schedule for the tenth time since leaving her room. Her sleepless night, interrupted by dreams of Kane and Beau, had left her late for her first panel, one on computing. Thankfully, it appeared everyone else had partied a bit too hard, because there was lots of coffee and very little heavy thinking during the hour. She’d caught up with an old friend for a break and now was trying to make heads or tails of where she was supposed to be. A hand touched her elbow. “I think our room is just down the hall.” Kane’s voice washed over her senses, as husky and warm as it had been in her dreams. She blinked, surprised to see him standing before her. He took the program out of her hands and folded it neatly before handing it back to her. “You’re on the Robotics 101 panel, right?” She nodded, dumbstruck by his presence. He pointed to the panel. “Toni Lloyd. Kane Frasier. See, we’re listed.” He gave her an impish smile, then cupping her elbow, steered her down the hall. She could only follow, trying not to let memories of last night swamp her. A panel on robotics. Though she knew little about the field, she figured her technical writing background would help her translate between the experts and the audience. Or at least that’s what she hoped. Right now, with

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him standing so close and whatever sensual smell he’d used in his shower swamping her senses, she figured she’d be doing well to string together a coherent sentence or two. He led her into the empty room and pulled out her chair. “There you go. Need me to bring you a cup of coffee?” There was a teasing note in his voice that she recognized from high school, except back then it hadn’t been quite as fun. “I’ll wake up in a moment,” she lied. He touched the chair next to her, then headed for the door. “I’m going to the hospitality suite. You want cream and sugar?” She nodded, and he disappeared. She took the moment’s respite for what it was, because then, a few audience members and her other panelists showed up. Kane returned shortly thereafter. The panel began. To her amazement, Toni found she not only could speak coherently, but she enjoyed the conversation. One of the guys worked for a major lab and discussed some of the new trends in robotics. Kane had a depth of information on some of the new Japanese robots and some of their applications. He’d actually spent several months in Japan studying them, a fact which startled her. The hour passed quickly. “Want to hang out in the hospitality suite for a while? Beau is on a couple more panels. They’re keeping him busy.” “Sure. I’d love hear about your work in Japan.” This time she led him to the suite. After getting bottles of water, they found a table in the corner. She set the timer on her cell phone so she wouldn’t miss her next panel, one on writing careers. This Kane seemed like a vast improvement from the high school jock she’d crushed on, and she hungered to explore his many facets on a completely different level. But first, she had to hear about Japan.

***** If he could have last night to do all over again, Kane wished he could play it differently. But Beau had reminded him of the game. As the Master, Kane had had to finish up the game and send the participants home. Plus, he suspected Beau had struggled with

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them bringing a woman, even one as beautiful and smart as Toni, into their bed. He’d spent the rest of the evening vacillating between telling Beau he wanted to have sex with Toni again and deciding it was just a one-night stand. Sitting across from her, telling her about his Japan trip, a working vacation for him and a research trip for Beau, made him appreciate anew the depth of Toni’s wit. Beau had seen it too. They’d spoken about Toni, mostly reservations on Beau’s part, and Kane debated on pressing the issue. Once they’d returned to their room to find Toni gone, they’d fallen into bed, a tangle of limbs, and had blissful sex. Damn, it’d been good. He wanted her again. His body hardened just listening to her speak, watching her lips, and knowing how close he’d been to having them wrapped around his cock. She wore a vnecked blouse with a pair of slim-fitting jeans. The plunge revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and he remembered what it’d felt like to cup those mounds in his hands and suckle them with his lips. He bit back a groan. Back in high school, he’d been a damn fool! No, he’d been a crazy, mixed-up kid who wanted his fellow football players as much as he’d wanted Toni, and was too scared to do anything about it. Most of his dates were tales, and tall ones at that. They didn’t need to know he’d lost his virginity on a college scouting trip to one of the guys on campus and not to the hot cheerleader he’d gone out on one date with. Of course, he’d bragged that she’d given it up, and he was done with her. A stupid jock joke that had garnered him points with the guys and not with Toni. “So what about you?” he asked after he’d finished regaling her with his tales of Japan. “I bet you get into some pretty interesting things as a technical writer.” She shrugged. “I guess. Depends on how you look at it. I do get to learn some pretty nifty things. But mostly I do a lot of proofreading and making sure that the layperson can understand it. Very technical, exacting work.”

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She finished off her water. He sensed her hesitation, figured she wanted to ask about him and Beau. He wasn’t going to satisfy that curiosity. Not yet. “About last night. I’m sorry we ducked out on you. The gaming committee picked me to kind of lead it, so we had to get back and finish things up.” “I understand.” She brushed her fingers across the back of his hand. The fleeting touch had him leaning closer just to get a whiff of her light, floral perfume. His body yearned for her, all the needs he’d kept buried rising to the surface with a vengeance that surprised him. “We could --” The alarm on her cell phone went off. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” She pulled out her program, still folded to the same page Kane had given her. She caressed the events grid, and he wondered if she was thinking of his fingers on the paper. She turned it, running her finger along the column. He remembered that same digit sliding over his chest. She pushed back her chair and stood. “My panel is on the other floor. I better go. Meet up with you later?” Kane cursed the heavy schedule he and Beau had agreed to for this convention. They had panels nearly every other hour, and if he wasn’t on one, then Beau was, or both of them. “Not sure when, but I’m sure I’ll catch you.” “Yeah, that’d be great. Nice chatting with you.” She dashed through the crowd. Kane watched for as long as he was able, then a burly man in an alien costume stepped into his line of sight. Frowning, he turned back to his drink. “Hey, sexy,” Beau’s teasing voice wrapped around him an instant before his lover sat down beside him. “Was that Toni I just saw racing away? What’d you do? Scare her?” Beau leaned over and nuzzled Kane’s neck. An all-too-familiar shiver wound its way down Kane’s spine, and he struggled to keep his attention on Beau’s words. “Maybe she saw how big your cock was last night, and it scared her?” Beau teased.

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Kane ducked his head, his lover’s heated words causing a rush of heat through him. “You didn’t show her yours. She hasn’t seen anything, yet.” Beau laughed, a full-throated belly laugh that had others in the room turning to look at them. Grabbing Kane’s drink, he took a sip, then set his messenger bag on the table and started to rummage through it for something. “Do you want her to?” Beau asked after long moments. “Want her to what?” Kane tried to bring his attention back and not dwell in some fantasy of Beau and his cock. “Want her to see my cock,” he said, his voice lowered so it wouldn’t carry to the tables around them. “I could show it to her. Maybe she’d like mine better.” Though there was a teasing note in Beau’s voice; the thought of Toni preferring his lover over him shocked Kane. Jealousy, white-hot and all too real, erupted deep inside him. No! Toni was his, had been his since high school. He swallowed hard and took a drink to try and divert his thoughts. “So that’s the way the moon orbits.” Beau didn’t sound upset at the situation. “Why don’t you invite her to supper with us. Maybe when she sees how things are, she’ll change her mind. Or, maybe not. But I think before this goes any further, she needs to know the truth.” Beau grabbed Kane’s soda and finished it off. “I’m all for bringing her in, but she needs to do it with her eyes open. Last night was interesting, but it’s time the masks come off.” Beau handed Kane back his glass and stood. “I have a panel I need to get to. Think about it.” With a slight touch on his arm, Beau disappeared, leaving Kane with an empty glass and way too many thoughts.

***** Sitting next to Beau on a panel on the writing business made Toni very aware of what had happened last night. The man’s long fingers tapped against the table or fiddled with a pencil, and she vividly remembered them touching her body. Without his mask, Beau’s face

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held a regal air, with a hint of laughter in his blue eyes. He spoke intelligently about the business aspects of fiction writing, and she realized with a shock that she’d slept with science fiction author B.V. Drake. He held his hand lightly on her elbow as he steered her through the mash of people heading into the hallway and to the hospitality suite. The afternoon panel was one of the last before the evening’s entertainment, and already people talked about supper plans. The day had passed in a blur, with her going from panel to panel, sometimes speaking, sometimes in the audience discussing one of her favorite TV series or authors. Beau pulled her aside, then waved to someone coming down the hall. Kane. Watching him walk down the hall made her stomach flutter. As soon as he saw them, his face lit up with a smile that would have powered a thousand light bulbs. He hurried through the crowd in order to reach them. “Hey, beautiful,” he said to her, ducking in to brush a kiss across her cheek. He turned to Beau. “Hey, sexy.” He pressed a quick, hard kiss against Beau’s lips. Toni watched, transfixed. Her lips parted. The sight of those two powerful men kissing each other made her toes curl. Beau grabbed Kane’s biceps, fingers curling, and she imagined them naked, bodies twining together, sweat glistening on their skin while they had sex. Her breath caught. When they pulled away, both men looked at her and smiled such slow, predatory smiles that Toni thought she’d orgasm right there. “So, you hungry?” Kane winked at her. Not for food, Toni wanted to answer. She didn’t. Instead, her stomach rumbled, the bowl of fruit salad she’d managed to eat over the noon hour not enough to satisfy her.

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Beau chuckled. “Sounds like a yes to me. Why don’t you eat with us in the hotel’s restaurant? I think your schedule was as hectic as mine today, considering the number of times we passed each other in the hallway.” “I promise it’ll be good,” Kane added. She hesitated, not from his words. Whether it was food, or something else, she knew it’d be good. “Okay. Can you give me about twenty minutes to freshen up?” Kane and Beau shared a heated look, one that promised a continuation of their kiss and then some. “Sure,” both guys replied at the same time. “Meet you outside the restaurant, then.” Toni backed away from the thickening testosterone in the air. Kane and Beau moved closer together, the sexual tension palpable between them. “I’ll, uh, give you guys some time alone.” Spinning on her heel, she turned, and fled toward the elevator, Kane and Beau’s chuckles following her all the way.

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Chapter Four

Somehow, in spite of being crowded, the hotel’s restaurant provided an intimate atmosphere. Sitting in a booth across from Beau and Kane, the two men joking about Kane not minding being pinned between Beau and the wall, Toni felt the strings tying the three of them together. Her grilled chicken salad appeared restrained next to the men’s big steaks, her glass of wine the perfect accompaniment to the meal. Kane was gay. The knowledge became even clearer with subtle gestures, the brushing of arms. She wondered if under the table the men brushed thighs or engaged in a discreet game of footsie. From the heated looks they shared, the way that Beau offered Kane a taste of his meal, then Kane returned the favor, Toni wouldn’t have doubted it. The knowledge made her stomach flutter. Last night they’d played out her fantasy. Today offered something completely different. And she had no clue how to handle it. Stay cool, and perhaps brush off what happened as a consequence of the game and the characters they’d played, or maybe ask for more. She’d never been the bold type, though thankfully that may have saved her humiliation in high school. If she’d pursued Kane, only

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to discover his sexual preferences, she certainly wouldn’t be as comfortable as she was sitting here now. If she could call her state of mind comfortable. “You guys have to drive far?” Toni cursed herself for the inane question. Though Kane acted like he had recognized her, she didn’t quite want to give up that trump card yet. “Hey, I’m fat Antonia from high school, and you’re still hot” didn’t seem like a good conversation starter. Just because she’d discovered she liked running and biking when it wasn’t in an enforced physical education class and that vegetables could taste good, and she had lost quite a bit of weight since high school, didn’t mean she wanted to conjure up whatever memories he might have of those days. “We live about forty-five minutes away, out in the country. It’s a nice retreat for Beau, and I telecommute to work,” Kane answered. He set his napkin down beside his empty plate. “You?” So they were back to mundane conversation. She rather missed the innuendos. “I’m a bit farther out, but this sure beats staying in my apartment all weekend.” She speared the last piece of lettuce with her fork. “This is one of my favorite conventions, so even though it’s close, I like to stay here.” Beau dabbed his full lips with his napkin. For a moment, Toni entertained thoughts of tasting the wine from him, seeing how the fruity notes blended with his own unique flavor. “This is a mini-vacation for us. We’re going to stay on for a few more days and just get away. I’ve been in deadline hell, and Kane won’t tell you, but he finished up a major project with the Japanese.” Beau winked at his lover. “I see.” And she did, from the way Kane’s fingers brushed across the back of Beau’s hands to the way both men, still touching, turned their attention on her. At the moment, she saw a heck of a lot, and she liked it all. She licked her lips. Kane and Beau’s relationship defined everything she wanted. Two men, solid and strong in their own careers, yet obviously very attracted to each other. From

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where she sat, it appeared they were in love, and she couldn’t blame them. Heck, she was halfway there herself. With a flash of insight, she realized this was what she wanted for herself. To be a part of that. Maybe she was a deviant. Her sexual desires always ran to the different. She’d even experimented with heavy BDSM at one time. Being with one man seemed…well, boring…like there was just so much they could explore together, and then that was that. Even if she were completely, totally, head-over-heels in love with him, the thought of staying with one person struck her as bland. Like dry toast. These two men, however, would provide more than enough challenges. The waitress brought their two bills. With the convention this weekend, she figured they saw just about everything, and her dining with these two handsome men wouldn’t spark any controversy. For all the wait staff knew, it was a business lunch. Beau reached across the table. “Would you like to come upstairs with us?” He found her hand and twined his fingers with hers. His thumb brushed across her palm. She shivered and glanced from Kane to Beau, then back again. “Like last night, only this time without masks?” She grinned. “Something like that.” Lifting her hand, Beau brought it to his lips. He brushed a kiss across the back of her hand. “You game?” She glanced at Kane, wondering how he was taking this. He remained silent, watching her, and in his eyes, she saw desire and something she might have called longing. Kane Frasier longing for her? If they hadn’t been in public she might have laughed out loud. Except the memories of last night haunted her. Her heart hammered in her chest. Just

reach out and take what you want. The seductive little voice in the back of her mind sang a siren song, reminding her of what would happen if she did go upstairs with them. Kane reached across the table. He cupped her and Beau’s hands in both of his. Warmth seeped from his touch, reassuring her, making her breath catch. Inside her sandals, her toes

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curled. Warmth spread like wildfire through her veins. She wanted what these men offered, oh so very much. It’s just for the weekend. When the convention’s over, you can go home

and say you had the experience. She didn’t want to think about the convention being over. She only wanted to think about this moment and these men. “Yes. And this time, we can ditch the condoms,” she whispered in a dramatic voice. “You sure?” Kane smoothed his thumb over her hand. She shivered, thinking about him touching other, more intimate places on her body. Toni nodded. “Definitely. It was thoughtful of you to protect me, but everything is taken care of. I know you’re good.” She glanced at Beau, noticing he focused on their tangled hands, much like she imagined their bodies would be once they returned to the men’s hotel room. Smiling at him, Toni offered reassurance. “I want to be as close to you as anyone can be.” Desire flared in Beau’s eyes. Kane’s expression held an equal hunger. “You won’t regret it.” Kane leaned forward enough to kiss their hands, then released them to grab the bill. He jotted down their room number, added a tip, and signed it. She did likewise, and moments later, two of the handsomest men she’d ever known whisked her to the elevators and up to their room.

***** This time Kane wanted to take it slow. He’d talked to Beau before coming down for supper, and both men agreed that tonight they’d show Toni the true meaning of what it meant to be in a ménage. And Beau insisted on hitting the sweet spot tonight. Kane smiled at that, wondered if Toni knew what she was in for. Beau’s hand rested lightly on his back as Kane swiped the room card and unlocked the door. He held the door for Toni and Beau. In some ways, this was their night, a test to see if they were as compatible sexually as they seemed to be on other levels. Kane couldn’t wait.

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He slipped the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the handle, before closing the door and locking it. When he turned back, he saw Beau standing next to Toni. The man he loved and the woman with whom he wanted more than a physical relationship. Toni stepped forward. She trailed her fingers over the front of Kane’s T-shirt, tugging it free of his jeans. “Tonight, I want to completely explore you guys.” Once his shirt dangled free, she slid her hand beneath, flattening her palm over his abs. “Last night was your turn.” She reached behind her for Beau, her fingers grazing his shirt. Tugging at him, she pulled him over. Beau shrugged. “Whatever the lady wants.” He yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor beside him. “See, Beau’s with the program.” She focused on Beau, and Kane watched as she unfastened his belt, sliding it free of the loops on his jeans. Her deft fingers unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. A soft, appreciative moan escaped her lips as she slid Beau’s jeans down his hips, revealing his black boxer briefs. His erect cock pressed against the fabric. She ensnared Kane as she pushed on his lover’s chest, sending Beau backward to the bed. When the backs of his calves brushed against the mattress, she gave a tiny shove, and he sat down. She stripped down to her bra and panties before Beau grabbed her waist, pulling her to the bed with him. She laughed and wriggled out of Beau’s arms, giving him the most luscious view of her curves. “No. This is my night.” She playfully slapped his hands away until he lifted them above his head. Beau took Kane’s breath away. He’d lost count of how many times his lover had lain there, wrists above his head, sometimes tied, sometimes held there by his own will, body stretched out for Kane’s enjoyment. This time, Toni straddled Beau’s legs and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. She tugged them down his legs, carefully sliding the fabric over

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his erection. When at last she freed them, she tossed them to the floor where they landed at Kane’s feet. He lay bare; she glanced over her shoulder and beckoned Kane to the bed with a crook of her finger. “You too,” she purred. Kane’s eager cock twitched in his jeans. Long strides carried him to the bed, and never breaking eye contact with Toni, he stripped. Though the hasty removal of clothing wasn’t a seductive striptease, he watched her eyes widen. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, and her nipples pressed against the pale green lace of her bra. She knelt, powerful, sure in her sexuality and in herself. He found that absolutely fucking sexy. “What do you want me to do?” He palmed his erection, unable to stop teasing himself by drawing his fingers along the shaft and over the head. “Lay down.” Her voice grew husky. She slid to the foot of the bed, making room for him. He lay naked next to his lover, and the two of them shared an intimate, heated look. I

don’t know what she’s going to do. The silent communication filled his head, though he knew it echoed only within the confines of his own mind. He shivered, anticipation making him rock hard. His foot brushed Beau’s lightly furred calf, and just that hint of contact heightened his arousal. They were so close their hips almost bumped. Toni moved over them, stopping when she reached out and stroked his dick. She caressed Beau as well, her fingers alternating. First Kane would stroke, and then her. Sitting back on her heels, her attention flickered between the two of them; she slid her fingers through Beau’s darker curls, before reaching for his lighter ones. He knew they always made a handsome couple, his blond good looks a foil for Beau’s darker coloring. With fair Toni between them, they created the perfect contrast. She lowered her mouth to Beau.

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Oh God, he was going to watch her suck his lover off. He clenched his jaw in a futile attempt to stifle the hungry moan rising to his lips. Toni circled her fingers around the base of Beau’s cock. What thoughts went through her mind, he didn’t know. He watched her lashes flutter against her cheek, struck anew at her beauty and grace. This moment made the past worthwhile. All the trials he’d gone through with his own sexuality, the difficult journey it’d been to find Beau, and knowing that his lover had agreed to this, wanted it even, made him feel the first pull of her lips on the tip of Beau’s cock as if it happened to him. Her pink tongue swiped over the head. She took Beau deep, drawing her mouth along his length before releasing him again, then diving forward once more. They’d agreed Beau would be the one to penetrate her, but watching Toni, Kane battled the need to move behind her and feel if she were as aroused as he. One touch of her slick folds, and he wouldn’t be able to stop. So instead, he rolled onto his side and kissed Beau. Kane closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss. He kept his mouth closed, savoring the press of flesh against flesh. Reaching across Beau’s body, Kane flattened his palm against his lower abs, so close Toni’s breath caressed his flesh. He curled the fingers of his free hand into the comforter, channeling his rising tide of arousal into something he could manage. Beau opened his mouth. One of his hands held the back of Toni’s head, the other reached up to tangle his fingers in Kane’s blond hair. He thrust his tongue into Kane’s mouth, evoking memories of the two of them tangled on the bed. Kane kissed him back. There was no need for air, no need for husky moans or whispered sighs. The two men moved as one, melting into each other. Beau’s hips rose and fell, pumping into Toni’s mouth, and from the way she devoured him, she was enjoying herself very much. Distantly he recognized Toni moving. The smooth flesh of her thigh brushed against his arm. Then, Beau tore his lips from his and groaned as she sank onto his bare cock.

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Kane rolled to his side, watching as Toni leaned back, her fingers caressing her nipples. She rotated her hips, and his balls tightened. Beau spanned her waist with his hands. “As beautiful as you are…” His words trailed off as he rolled, effectively pinning Toni beneath him. Automatically, her legs came up, thighs hugging Beau’s waist as her heels dug into the tops of his buttocks. Beau groaned. He pulled out, holding himself poised just inside her. Kane couldn’t resist. He went to the foot of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube they’d left on the nightstand. He moved between Beau’s feet and popped the top on the bottle he held. “Kane.” Beau’s voice was half warning, half longing. Kane drizzled lube between Beau’s cheeks, capturing a generous amount in his palm and stroking his shaft. He leaned forward, his hands resting on Beau’s hips, and positioned his cock at Beau’s opening. Over his lover’s shoulder, Kane watched Toni, her eyes closed, her lips parted, as Beau thrust into her. He could only imagine the sensation of her body welcoming Beau, stretching around his cock to envelop him with her wet heat.

Are you ready, lover ? He’d asked that question countless of times before, had held himself still, waiting for the answer, the consent that would allow him to bury himself in Beau’s body. Though no words were forthcoming, none were needed. Not when Beau bucked his hips, pressing Kane’s cock into him. Beneath them, Toni’s loud moans escalated. Her fingers clutched at Beau’s shoulders, nails flexing to press indents into his skin. With her cries ringing in his ears, and watching the ecstasy play through her body, he plunged into Beau. His lover went rigid, poised between the two of them. A long shudder ran the length of Beau’s body.

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Kane struggled to take it slow, to really give Toni a night to remember. But as she peaked beneath Beau, the sounds of her orgasm tightening Kane’s balls, he knew he couldn’t hold off. From the feel of Beau beneath him, neither could his lover. He gave himself over to the sensation, the knowledge that this was exactly what he’d wanted for so long making the sensations all the sweeter. Toni held nothing back. Her moans and cries grew louder as his hands moved from Beau’s hips to her ass. He held her, pinning Beau between their bodies, and finally, his lover thrust once more. He came, his orgasm triggering another one from Toni. The two slumped against the bed. “Do it, Kane,” Beau panted. Over Beau’s shoulder, Toni’s eyes snapped open. “Oh!” she gasped, making him wonder if she really had comprehended what had happened. She reached for him, her hands not quite making it to Kane, and she wrapped her arms around Beau. He made that tiny noise that Kane knew meant he was getting hard again, and Kane buried his face against Beau’s back. “Do it. Fuck her,” he whispered against Beau’s sweaty flesh. “Make her come again.” Toni tilted her head back, her eyes closed again. Beneath him, Beau gave her several quick, hard strokes, and then Kane couldn’t hold back anymore. He plunged into the furnace of Beau’s body, his balls tightening. Pressure built, the slick lube making him glide into his lover, and then with a hoarse cry, he came. Wave after wave of cum filled Beau, who shuddered to another, smaller orgasm. Toni whimpered and came again, and together, the three of them toppled to curl up on the bed. Kane lay on his side, his arm outstretched with Beau on it, his fingers just barely touching Toni’s cheek. His other hand rested over his lover, and Beau pulled Toni into his arms. Their panting breaths echoed around them. They had the rest of the night together,

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and he hoped that he’d get a chance to taste Toni’s charms once more. However, now that Beau had had sex with her, Kane wondered if he’d get the chance. He pressed a kiss to the back of his lover’s shoulder and heard Beau’s rumble of approval. Kane inched closer to Beau. Normally after sex they cuddled for hours, just enjoying the company of each other’s arms. Now, with Beau into Toni, he wondered if, by bringing her into their lives, it would tear them apart. He didn’t know and mourned when Beau inched out of his grasp.

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Chapter Five

The dance lured the trio downstairs with the promise of pounding bass beats and low lighting. To be honest, Toni was glad to get out of the guys’ hotel room. Not that she minded being there. No, not at all. Looking over Beau’s shoulder to watch Kane penetrating him had to rank as one of the most erotic experiences Toni had ever had. Downstairs, fortified with a drink from the hospitality suite, she led the men to the dance. Though it usually had nothing to do with science fiction or role-playing, she enjoyed it. The chance to let loose, to feel the music, and just have fun. She grabbed Kane’s hand, then turned and snagged Beau’s. Both men grinned at each other. This had to be the most fun she’d had since…well, she didn’t know when. Her body ached pleasantly from the men’s loving, something she hoped to get more of. Right now, she wanted to move. Already the throbbing bass beat of a dance hit vibrated through the floor. Her hips started to sway of their own accord. Her feet hit the wooden floor, and she slid her fingers from the guys’ hands. Lifting them above her head, she began to let the music pour through her. For a moment, Beau and

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Kane watched her. Their eyes didn’t miss the sway of her hips or the subtle gestures of hands and shoulders. “What are you waiting for?” She twirled and extended her fingers. A gentle crook had Kane stepping onto the dance floor. Beau hung back. “Yeah, what are you waiting for?” Kane asked. “Don’t you want to dance?” Beau gave Kane a long, heated look along the length of his body. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” His husky question had Toni’s insides quivering and heat pooling between her thighs. The song ended, segueing into something slower, and she wondered what would happen if she took both men into her arms. When she looked at Beau, she didn’t see B.V. Drake, the science fiction writer, though others might. Maybe he wanted to maintain some sort of reputation. Then again, he’d been pretty demonstrative with Kane, so maybe that didn’t matter to him. A slow grin spread across Beau’s face. “When you put it that way…” His words trailed off as he followed Kane onto the floor. “Except how are we going to work this slow dance?” He winked at Toni. Warmth fluttered through her. In the back of her mind she’d been thinking the same thing, trying to reconcile the logistics of three people being twined in each other’s arms. And perhaps, wondering about afterward, how three people could work a relationship beyond the convention. Her breath caught. She’d like to think it was because Kane had just enfolded her in his arms, pulling her close to his chest. She knew better. Behind her, Beau danced not as close, but close enough, with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. An image of the three of them, in bed, Beau taking her from behind while Kane thrust into her pussy, filled her mind and sent a flash of heat across her cheeks. She buried her face against Kane’s chest.

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Here, with this song playing, the dance seemed to work. The three of them moved in moved in synch, seemingly not caring what anyone else thought. She knew she didn’t. As usual, the dance was sparsely populated; she doubted anyone would see them anyway. And if they did, well, they were just jealous that they weren’t as lucky as she. Toni grinned. Gentle hands on her shoulders turned her so she faced Beau. She wound her arms around his neck, his hands on her hips pulling him closer. The slow song ended, and another one took its place. Kane whispered in her ear that he’d return, and then he was gone. Which left her alone with Beau and her thoughts. She licked her lips, the slow song giving way to a fast one. They broke apart, but not far, and began to dance. To her surprise, Beau moved exceptionally well. The memory of him hard above her, his body plunging into hers, filled her mind. A different kind of dancing, but one that required rhythm and skill. The nature of their relationship -- his and Kane’s -- made her question her presence in their lives. She tried to tell herself that it was just a convention. When Sunday afternoon came, she, and they, would head home. Somehow this felt different, more like a connection that would go beyond the weekend and into something better, something different than a fling. Or at least she hoped so. Kane returned with three cups balanced in his hands. They drank, then danced some more. The songs grew slower, and soon, the three of them ended up swaying to the music together. Wherever this was headed, she liked it. She liked it a lot, and she didn’t want it to end. The song ended. “Let’s go back to the room.” Kane rubbed against her, his erection unmistakable. Behind her, Beau discreetly palmed her breast in the darkness. Her nipple hardened and pressed against his hand. “Okay.” The pull of need in her body drew her forward, down the hall to the elevators with the guys by her side.

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Kane suavely led them to the room, and once more, she found herself completely alone with them. He seemed so at ease with bringing women here; she wondered if she was the first, but didn’t voice her question. Instead, she waited, content to let her arousal simmer while she discovered what Kane and Beau had planned. Beau was the first to move. He toed off his shoes. Picking up the phone, he turned to Kane. “Room service?” Kane nodded. “I think I can safely say that we’re all hungry.” “Yeah,” she replied, actually thinking of food rather than them. She sat on the bed and removed her high heels. They’d been fun to wear, and even more fun to dance in. Now that they were gone, she wriggled her toes. “I’m hungry.” Kane sat down next to her. Automatically his arm went around her waist. “Good. Because so am I.” Toni leaned into his shoulder, comfortable with the guys. She listened to Beau order a fruit platter with chocolate dipping sauce. She bit her lip, battling the anticipatory shiver that threatened to spiral down her back. A quick glance at Kane showed a smile on his face, one he shared with Beau. They might be hungry for food, but she suspected they’d be serving on her. Beau hung up the phone. “They said it would probably be here pretty quickly. What should we do until then?” He tugged his shirt free from his jeans and over his head; he tossed it to the ground. He stepped back, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “We could always just stare at each other, but then I’d expect the two of you to show a little skin too.” Kane laughed. Toni slipped from beneath Kane’s arm. “So, you first or me?” She plucked at the front of his shirt. “Together. Ready?”

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Toni nodded and curled her fingers into the hem of her shirt. She tugged and listened to Kane’s countdown, whipping off her shirt just before he said “Go!” Emboldened by the men in the room with her, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. One by one, she dropped the straps down her arms, letting them dangle for a moment, the cups barely hanging from her nipples. A shrug, that’s all it would take, and she’d bare her breasts for these guys. Her stomach fluttered. A knock on the door kept her from making the daring choice to shed her clothing. She stood and ducked the few steps into the bathroom, followed by Beau’s chuckles. Keeping the door cracked, she waited while the server placed the tray on the desk and the guys signed the bill. No sooner had the door clicked closed and the chain rattled, than Toni stepped out of the bathroom. She tossed her bra down to join her shirt on the floor. The platter sat on its tray, an array of fruits spread out around a silver bowl full of dark chocolate sauce. Her mouth watered. Striding over, she grabbed a piece of pineapple, her favorite, and popped it into her mouth. She chewed, closing her eyes as the sweet juice burst on her tongue. She licked her lips, and when she opened her eyes, she found the guys staring at her. “Lay down,” Kane ordered. He adjusted the front of his pants, and Toni followed the movement, loving the sight of his erection beneath the denim. She flipped open her skirt. It slid down her hips to pool on the ground. Her high-cut thong revealed nearly everything, and she gave a little twist of her hips. Hooking her finger in the waistband, she tugged it down, bending over to be sure the guys got a good view of her ass. Already her clit swelled, and her lips grew wet. She stroked a couple of fingers over her sex, unable to resist teasing herself. Without looking at the guys, she shimmied into the bed. She propped one arm behind her head. “I’m ready for my men to feed me.” With her other arm, she pointed to the fruit plate.

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Beau nodded to Kane, giving him some unspoken signal. She licked her lips as Kane shed the rest of his clothing. Beau did too and then picked up the platter. Dang, she could totally get used to naked service in bed like this! Beau sat down on the edge of the bed. He held the platter over her. The coolness radiated down to her stomach, and she sucked in her abdomen, already anticipating the chilly touch of fruit against her skin. The citrus aroma teased her nose. She listened to the hotel noises of running water, voices in the hallway -- all the normal noises of a bunch of people in a small space, each intent on partying. Kane set a ripe strawberry on the upper slope of her breast. She looked at the fruit, the deep red the same color as her hard nipples. He added a second, then held a third between his lips as he rubbed it around her areola. A moment later, Kane’s warm lips circled her left nipple. He must have eaten the strawberry, for he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. On her other side, Beau was there, the strawberry on her breast gone, and his mouth on her nipple. Her back bowed off the bed. Fingers tangled in their short hair. Toni shivered. Her nipples beaded even tighter, so hard they were painful. It was a “hurts so good” kind of pain, and she spread her thighs, welcoming the men’s hands to slide down her sides and to her pussy. Maddeningly, they didn’t move except for the rhythmic pull of their lips and the heavenly suction of their mouths. One single finger, she didn’t know whose, stroked along her slick labia. She whimpered, her fingers tightening as her hips lifted to meet the motion of that slow, tormenting digit. Kane released her and rose onto his knees. His cock brushed against her lips, and she snaked her tongue along the head as he grabbed the bowl of chocolate sauce and resumed his place by her side.

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“You’re not going to…” Toni’s voice trailed off as Kane swirled the spoon. With Beau still licking and sucking her other breast, she couldn’t move, but she could lift her finger. She dipped it in the bowl, bringing the tip out covered in the decadent liquid. Drawing it to her mouth, she made a show of removing every last drop. “Mmm, that’s good. In fact, come here.” She reached for the bowl, tugging at Beau’s hair with her other hand. “You’re going to want to be a part of this.” Kane swallowed hard. His erect cock bobbed, almost as if it agreed with the train of Toni’s thoughts. “Huh?” Beau pulled back. “Yeah.” She took the bowl from him, then shooed Beau over by his lover. “Side by side.” Their cocks stood out, nearly at the same height. The two were different though, and as she stirred the chocolate, Toni took her time savoring the sight. Darker skin, darker curls on one, a bit longer on the other. She held the bowl beneath them, then began to drizzle the chocolate along Beau’s cock. “You first.” His breath caught as she did nothing more than run her tongue down the length of him. She mirrored her actions on Kane. Another swirl of chocolate, another lick. She repeated it until both men groaned. “Toni,” Kane growled. “Wait.” She paused, her tongue flat against his crown. The salty drop of his precum mingled with the rich chocolate, and she savored it. Kane stilled her, his hand pressing on the back of her head. “Wait. I want to be inside you.” Her hair fell over her shoulder. Looking up at Beau quizzically, she waited for him to make a move. This entire weekend, up until now, he’d seemed to take his cues from Kane, to wait for approval, for permission. In the back of her mind she suspected that Kane’s actions

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deserved some examination. Back in high school, she’d wanted him, crushed on him like the football star he was. Now, he was a man, with a man’s needs and a man’s desires, both of which she was more than willing to fulfill. She licked her lips, inviting him to say something, to do anything. She still held the chocolate, and right now, she wanted nothing more than to -- oh hell! Why not? She leaned over and set the chocolate on the nightstand. Rising back up, she flattened her palms on Beau’s chest and pushed. He held himself stiff and looked behind him. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t shove you off the bed.” For the moment, she ignored Kane.

Don’t worry, I’ve got plans for you, she wanted to tell him, wanted to let him know that she’d be giving him something she’d never given another man. She didn’t. Instead, she waited for Beau to follow her orders and give himself to her. He did, landing with a soft thump against the bed. He straightened his legs, his hands curled against the comforter. “Relax,” she breathed against his legs as she bent forward. “You’ll like this.” She read his answer in his eyes, his fear that he might like this too much. She understood, far more than he probably knew. Because when the convention was over, no matter how much she might wish it to be otherwise, she’d go back home. Alone. At least he would have Kane. She crawled over his body. The preliminaries didn’t matter to her anymore. Nothing did except having these men inside her, preferably at the same time. She gripped the root of his cock, still slick from chocolate and saliva, and held him still. Taking a deep breath, she waited, poised on the end of his shaft. She drew her lower lip into her mouth and nibbled on it. Her nostrils flared, her breathing quickening. “Do it,” Beau growled. He lifted his hips; her hand around his base brushed against his wiry curls.

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She squeezed gently. Toni licked her lips. She waited, wondering if maybe the thickening tension in the room would reach a bursting point. Drawing a deep breath, she focused all her attention on Beau. If Kane were the man she thought he’d be, then he wouldn’t have any problem joining their private dance. She lowered her body a fraction of an inch. The broad head of Beau’s bare cock entered her. Her breath hissed from between clenched teeth, her muscles tightening around him. Last night had been good, better than good, and now with her in control, she could take it to the next level. She sank fully onto him. Beau groaned. She began to move, riding him with little swivels of her hips. She braced her hands on his chest, making sure she hit the sweet spot with every thrust. Kane remained still. She tried to focus on his face, her attention dropping to his erection. If he moved just a little closer she could lean over and suck him. He didn’t, and the prospect frustrated her. She leaned back and palmed her breast. That ought to make him do

something. She kept her rhythm, focusing on the way Beau’s hands gripped her hips and his sure thrusts into her. Even if Kane didn’t move, she was getting a sweet ride. But this wasn’t exactly what she wanted. “Please,” she whispered to Kane, needing him there behind her. She’d promised both of them her body, not just one of them. She tried not to think about it, didn’t want it to feed into her concerns that she couldn’t balance both of them. Part of her mind told her this was just for the weekend. After discovering Kane and Beau, she wondered how she could ever go back to her life and the boring prospect of -- ooh! She opened her eyes to find Kane leaning forward, his fingers sliding along her labia to circle her clit. Sometimes he caressed her, other times he stroked his lover. His fingers danced between them, a hint and a tease of the pleasures to come. Her body tightened.

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“Tell me what you want.” Kane’s gruff order echoed in her ears. “I want to hear it from you.” He reached around her and caressed the cleft between her buttocks. She shuddered with pleasure and apprehension. No man had ever been there before. Kane and Beau were gay men. Surely they’d packed something to make it easier. “What do you want?” Kane repeated. “You.” Beau thrust into her, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. Kane increased the pleasure against her clit. She panted, so close to coming it was like teetering on the edge of a knife. Once she fell, once she gave herself over to the explosions threatening to sunder her, she knew she’d never be the same. The hell with it. She didn’t care. She wanted this too badly to do otherwise. “Oh God, I want you inside me with Beau,” she moaned. Come hell or high water, she’d made her choice.

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Chapter Six

Though he and Beau had talked about this moment when both of them would possess Toni, nothing had quite prepared him for hearing her words. His cock hardened, balls so tight they bordered on painful. The supplies they’d need sat on the nightstand; he doubted she had even noticed. Removing his wet finger from her plump, swollen clit, he relished her moan. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This will be good.” He grinned against her flesh, the endearment rolling easily, probably too easily, from his tongue. Moving behind her, he grabbed a tube off the nightstand and prepared her. She hissed at the cool sensation, her hips bucking against his finger. Tiny whimpers emerged from her throat, and Beau’s groan told him she’d tightened her pussy around him. What he wouldn’t give to be in that position, thrusting into her hot sheath, while Beau took her from behind. Next time. Definitely next time. He slipped his index finger inside her to the first knuckle, gently rimming her. So hot. So tight. He’d imagined it’d be like being inside Beau, but had never imagined the power that being someone’s first brought. When he sensed she was ready, he grabbed the lube and generously slickened his cock. He drizzled the liquid between her cheeks, making sure she

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was good and ready. Then, he scooted forward. Gripping the base of his cock, he positioned it against her opening. Kane breathed deeply, not wanting to rush her. Thinking about her heat, how greedily she took Beau’s cock into her, made him want to push forward. He didn’t. Instead, he cupped his hands over hers. He held her, rating her thrusts, getting a feel for the motion. When he penetrated her, he needed the perfect moment. And he had it. Her ass came toward him as she pulled up, Beau’s cock barely resting inside her. He nudged forward. Her muscles stretched for him, and he tensed every muscle in his body until she moaned and nudged against him. He inched inside her, moving with her as she lowered herself onto Beau. “Oh God, I can feel you,” Beau gasped. Kane pushed forward, seating himself with a low moan. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Toni’s shoulder. She moaned, her muscles fluttering around him, and he knew, around Beau too. “Easy,” Kane crooned. “Just feel for a moment.” Over her shoulder, he captured Beau’s gaze. “Damn,” mouthed the other man, and Kane grinned. Sometimes his ideas turned out pretty damn excellent. He inched from her, waiting until she rose off of Beau to penetrate her again. Between them, they set up a back-and-forth rhythm, a catch and release with Toni. Beneath his fingers, Beau cupped her hips, his grip at once gentle and firm. Kane held his hands over Beau’s, treating the woman between them like a precious gem. She was silk, soft to touch, and stronger than she might appear. Her body tightened, her cries escalating until she threw back her head and released a nearly primal-sounding scream. Her orgasm tightened her muscles, contracting them around both men. Wave after wave coursed through her, bouncing her between them, the thrust and retreat carrying her. Her chin slumped forward on her chest. Her fingers flexed on

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Beau’s chest. Beneath his hands, Kane felt her quivering thighs, and he knew she was at the ends of her endurance. “Hang in there. We’re coming home.” He nodded over her shoulder, signaling Beau. His lover grunted and thrust. Yes! Kane let his head fall back, the muscles tightening across his chest and shoulders. He let Beau set the pace, slipping his thrusts in as his lover retreated. Toni whimpered, her body already preparing for another orgasm -- one that they would give her. Beau lifted into her one more time, and then Kane watched the all-too-familiar movements of his lover as he came. Kane stilled, holding his release back and wanting to wait until Beau finished. It was something, no matter how many times he’d seen it, that filled him with pride, with love. Because in spite of the woman between them -- a woman he wanted to share their lives -- he loved Beau. Only when his lover stilled did Kane move again. This time, he let his passion loose just enough to bring him to that peak. One thrust, two, his balls tightening, the knowledge that this was Toni -- finally! -- with whom he was making love, and he let go. He roared as he spilled himself into her, feeling as if he were giving her more than just his body. His throat tightened. The exquisiteness of this moment, of being here, inside her. And then, like a shooting star, the fleeting moment of perfection ended. His release faded, leaving him aware of the woman in his arms, of her comfort. Gently, he slid from her, then gathered her in his arms, the motion pulling her from Beau. He pressed a kiss to her temple, knowing she’d given him and Beau something special. He gently laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her. “You okay?” He smoothed his hand down her side. Beau rolled over and cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb across her lips, the first show of emotion he’d given all weekend.

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Toni smiled at him, then tilted her head back to look at Kane. “More than okay. But when we catch our breaths, we’re going to my room. I’ve hardly seen it since I’ve met you guys.” She lightly tapped his cheek, and he smiled. Yeah, that was the Toni he remembered and the one he wanted.

***** Toni lounged on the bed in her bra and panties, not really quite ready to face the day. In the bathroom Beau shaved, and she enjoyed looking around the corner at his lean figure clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. Kane dressed nearby. “So, Antonia, what are you going to do today?” Toni gasped. She whirled to face him, nearly toppling over on the bed. Bracing her hand on the bed, she blinked. “You called me --?” She couldn’t bear to voice the name she’d gone by in high school, the name she’d left behind her along with the weight she’d shed. “You remember me?” Kane sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he fondled strands of her hair, sleeked with a brush and not yet styled away from her face. “Of course I know who you are. Do you know how much and for how long I’ve wanted you?” She sputtered, words forming and failing at a record pace. From the bathroom Beau laughed. “I told him you didn’t think he remembered you.” “I…no! I was fat back then, a geeky intellectual who had a crush so bad on you that I cried when you didn’t ask me to the homecoming dance. And then, when I went, and you were alone…” Even now, thinking of the pain and humiliation of that moment, she drew a deep breath. “You would have rather been alone than take me to the dance.” She sat up, her hair catching on his fingers. She didn’t care anymore, or at least she thought she didn’t. Standing, she wrapped her arms across her chest, then shook her head. Silly, she shouldn’t let that get to her. After all, it had happened years ago. She had grown since then,

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become a different person, even if she still wanted Kane. At least this time she did so with a woman’s knowledge and a woman’s needs, not a teenage crush. Sadly, that’s what worried her. When she turned to face him, she schooled her expression to show nothing. “Sorry. It’s silly.” In an instant Kane crossed the room and rested his hand on her shoulder. For a moment, a teensy tiny moment, she swayed toward him. His broad chest would pillow her head, his strong arms would wrap around her. She yanked herself back at the last moment. Showing weakness right now only made her look…well, weak. She licked her lips and backed away, putting some much-needed distance between them. “If you knew how much I wanted to take you to that dance, I think this would have all been different. But you didn’t. Because even back then I knew I liked guys. And the things I wanted to do to you paled to the things I wanted to do to my wide receiver.” Toni giggled. Laughter bubbled from her throat thinking of Kane bent over Joey, kissing him, fucking him. She rubbed at her eyes, the mental picture too much. “Yeah. My thoughts exactly,” Beau offered from the bathroom. Kane sat on the edge of the bed. “Hey, this is my show, remember?” “Yeah, yeah, but you weren’t the only mostly gay teenager crushing on football players. Just so you know,” Beau countered. It sounded like an old not-argument between them, though Kane scowled at Beau’s words from the bathroom. “I’ve seen pictures of Joey since then. He’s not a pretty man.” “No, he isn’t,” Toni agreed, thinking of the photographs that had come with the class reunion invitation last year. She had been eyeballs-deep in a deadline and couldn’t go. Now, she wondered what might have happened. Beau stepped out of the bathroom. He grabbed his jeans from the end of the bed, and Toni had to look away. Damn, the man filled out his boxer briefs well. Almost too well.

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Though her stomach rumbled with the need for nourishment, and they all had panels in an hour and a half, Toni thought about tossing both men back to the bed and having her wicked, but delicious way with both of them. “Not now.” Beau leaned over and brushed a kiss across her cheek. “I think we need to talk.” She stiffened. Here’s where they tell me that it was just a weekend fling, and now it’s

over. Unconsciously she drew her lower lip into her mouth to nibble on it. Beau brushed his thumb across it. “Hey, no, not like that.” He tugged on his jeans and zipped them, leaving them unbuttoned. He curled his fingers around her arm and pulled her back to the bed. A jerk of his head had Kane following them, and together, all three of them sat down, with Toni between the men. She licked her lips. Her hunger forgotten, she drew a deep, calming breath. Beau held her hand, his thumb making dizzying circles on her palm. Kane had her other hand. Even if she wanted to run -- and she didn’t, did she? -- the men wouldn’t let her. “What’s this about?” She cursed her wavering voice, her need for reassurance. Even now, she expected Kane to send her back, telling her that he would be going home with Beau. Sure, he would be going home with Beau, but she knew what she meant. That once again she’d been cast aside by him. “We have the room booked until Thursday. This is our mini-vacation, even though it’s close to home. We’d like you to join us. I’d like you to join us, maybe get to know each other outside the convention and catch up. See where this thing is going.” Kane squeezed her hand. “What do you think?” Her heart hammered a thousand beats a minute. She drew a deep breath, looking first at Kane, with his hope and his heart sitting in his eyes, to Beau, who looked kind, encouraging, though definitely not passionately in love with her. One moment she feared Kane would send her away, now he offered her a chance to stay. Words tumbled to her lips

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like “Yes” and “I’d love to,” and yet, none escaped. She drew a breath, opened her mouth, and nothing came out. “I know it’s sudden,” Kane said, possibly misinterpreting her silence. “And I hope you don’t hold the past against me.” “I don’t,” she croaked out. “This is just…well…sudden.” She groped for words, an unusual occurrence for her. “I’ll think about it. I’ll have to go over my schedule.” “We wouldn’t expect any less. I told him you were a very busy woman and might need to juggle some things.” Beau released her hand. “We’ll be here all weekend.” She stood, the four walls of the hotel room -- her own, she realized belatedly -- made her feel claustrophobic. She’d wanted this, or at least, she was sure she did. Beau’s carefully couched terms, the way he said “we” instead of “I” made her wonder if perhaps Kane had pushed a bit too hard for this. She refused to be a pawn in whatever game the two of them were playing. A token attempt at heterosexuality, maybe. She didn’t know. She stood, aware she was still in her bra and panties, and went to her clothes. “I will definitely think about this,” she said again, feeling more secure now that she was away from the powerful influence of both men. She pulled on jeans and one of her favorite blouses, the small purple floral print full of understated femininity. “I wanted to have an omelet in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. If I’m going to eat and make my first panel, I better go.” She ducked into the bathroom and called herself a coward. She couldn’t think with the guys around. They made her head spin, in a good way, and her attention focused more on their bodies and what they could do to hers, than anything concrete. “You okay?” Kane ducked his head into the bathroom. “I’m good. Why don’t we meet up in forty-five minutes or so, touch base before our first panels?” Toni leaned toward the mirror and started applying her makeup. “Okay.” Kane didn’t sound convinced. “See you then.” He stepped back out of the bathroom, and moments later the door closed.

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They had left. She released a breath. Her makeup brush clattered into the sink. Bracing her hands, palm down on the counter, she closed her eyes. They’d asked her to stay. Exactly what she wanted, and she couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t rushing out there and saying, “Yes, yes, yes!” in her best Meg Ryan impression. She shook her head and picked up the makeup brush. First things first. She needed to get ready and eat breakfast. Then, she’d figure out what to tell the guys.

***** By the time she finished breakfast, Toni had barely fifteen minutes to get to her first panel. Normally she’d consider being late, but this one focused on one of her favorite fandoms, and she was appearing as a fan, not a professional. The change of pace sounded like the perfect way to start her day, a good discussion, some gentle banter among readers, and she wouldn’t miss it for the world. Muttering under her breath, she made it into the gathering area in front of the main programming rooms. Foolishly, she had been so taken aback by his words that she hadn’t been able to think. She’d just started her routine and let the guys leave on their own. Now she stood on tiptoe in her comfy, chunky boots to see over the sea of bodies. There, in the corner, she saw the guys. Kane had his back to her; Beau was turned partially away from the main area. They looked cozy in their corner, engaged in some deep conversation. A part of her wondered if it might be about her, before she called herself crazy paranoid. That was silly. They were at a convention; undoubtedly, there were plenty of things for them to talk about, maybe even their upcoming panels. If she remembered right, Kane was going to judge some sort of robotics contest, and Beau would be doing a reading from his latest series. She lifted her hand to wave. A couple jostled into her. Thankful she stood next to one of the large columns in the room, she clung to it as they hurried toward main programming

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where Beau would be reading. Probably adoring fans, and she smiled with the realization that he probably had women fawning over him every day. And yet, he had chosen her. Or had he? Damn that nagging question in the back of her mind. Kane, she could see choosing her. After all, they had a history that went back years. Beau, she wasn’t sure about. He liked her, she knew that much, but watching him lean into Kane, so close he might have brushed a quick kiss across his lover’s cheek, she doubted he cared for her as deeply as Kane did. Though the same could be said about her. With Kane, she’d dusted off her high school infatuation and watched it mature. Beau leaned in. From her vantage point, she saw them duck behind a potted plant, and her imagination filled in the blanks. Beau kissing Kane, his tongue plunging into Kane’s mouth. Their arms twined around each other, cocks erect and pressing against denim. Her mouth went dry, and her stomach fell. In that kind of embrace there wasn’t any room for her. And she knew it. Maybe she was right to step away and give this some time. She hadn’t given her answer yet, and could gracefully leave at the end of the convention and go home. Her heart twisted, and her eyes stung. The thought of leaving hurt and hurt badly. The thought of being the third wheel, of being unable to balance her relationship with Beau and Kane ached. The loss haunted her all the way into her first panel.

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Chapter Seven

By the time Kane caught up with Toni, it was nearly lunchtime. The restaurant was filling, so he took her around the corner to a sandwich shop. It wasn’t fancy by any means, and a part of him thought she deserved better. Still, Toni didn’t seem to mind her turkey and Swiss on rye bread and the small bag of chips. Something about her seemed distant, though. He’d met her with a kiss; she’d turned her face so it landed on her cheek. Something wasn’t right. For the first time since meeting up with her again, he was thankful Beau wasn’t with them. Not that his lover didn’t like Toni; on the contrary, Beau thought very highly of her. He was just as attracted to her as Kane was, and in fact, he’d been the one to suggest Toni stay with them for a few days. He wondered if she knew that. His plate sat empty in front of him, and he reached across the table to snag a chip from hers. Toni smiled at him. She didn’t comment. Okay, now he knew something was bothering her. The Toni he remembered would have been all over him for stealing her chip, taunting him with a quip at least. That she didn’t spoke volumes. “What are your plans for this afternoon? I know Beau and I are pretty booked with panels, but we thought we’d take a break.” Toni shrugged. “Hadn’t really thought about it.”

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He frowned. During their shared panels, he’d caught a glimpse of her schedule, each point meticulously marked on the colored paper, notes showing where she would have to attend, and where she wanted to attend. “That doesn’t sound like the program book I saw in your room last night.” Taking a chance, he reached across the table to the open program by her left hand. He pulled it across the table and flipped it open to this evening. He tapped his finger on several circles. “See. Looks like you have it planned.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” She frowned and yanked her program back. “I’m entitled to that.” The bite in her words pushed him back in his chair. “Sure,” he said. He tried to wrap his mind around what might have upset her. Things had happened quickly, almost too quickly, though he didn’t have any regrets. “Just curious. I know Beau wanted to hit the art auction.” Hope, quickly banked, flared in her eyes. He’d heard her telling Beau about a painting she wanted, though it was out of her price range. “I thought about that,” she muttered. Her half-eaten lunch mocked him with the true measure of her discomfort. If she didn’t want to be here with him, then why had she accepted his invitation? Inwardly, he shook his head. Something had to be going on, and it frustrated the hell out of him that she wasn’t telling him anything. Well, he wouldn’t push. One thing he knew about women, or hell, anyone, really, was that the more he pushed, the more they’d clam up. If she wanted to tell him, she would. If not, well, he hoped he could ferret out the information. “Thanks for lunch.” She crumpled up the waxed paper and tossed it in the middle of the tray. “I better be heading back.” He stood and fell into line beside her while she threw away her trash and put the tray on top of the bin. Silently, he walked beside her around the corner to the hotel. If she thought her silence would drive him away, she had another think coming. By the time they

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reached the hotel, her posture had eased, giving him hope that whatever was bothering her had passed. Both their next panels were on the second floor, so he walked with her to the elevators. They rode in silence, so different, he thought, from that first, heated ride. “Hey.” He stopped her with a hand on her arm as she disembarked from the elevator. He led her down the hall toward the meeting rooms, ducking into an empty one. “Don’t I get a kiss good-bye?” “It’s not good-bye, is it?” She batted her lashes coyly. Kane stepped forward until her heels touched the wall. Leaning forward, he braced his hand against her head, keeping her pinned. “I sure hope not.” Flashing his devastating smile, he leaned into her. For a moment their breaths mingled. He hesitated, drawing out the tension between them. Then, as if drawn to her, like two magnets, he kissed her. Just the briefest touch of lips, a hint of a kiss, before he settled against her. His tongue stroking her lower lip, his hand skimming down her back. Cupping her ass, he pulled her against him, holding nothing back. He intended to show her exactly how he felt about her, how the mere thought of her fired passion in his blood. She put up her hands, her palms touching his chest. For a moment, he feared she might push away. Then, she moaned and opened to him. Hallelujah! Any doubts he felt about her chilly reception faded away as her fingers curled into his shirt and tugged him closer. Her tongue stroked his, her boldness a lightning bolt through his body. He swallowed her moan, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and wished that he could take her upstairs to the room so he could make love to her -- one woman, one man. The thought jolted him away from her. The crush of people in the hall reminded him they lacked privacy. Anyone could walk into the room at any moment. He clenched his fingers against the wall, then eased back. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to step

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away. “See you tonight.” Before he could do something like kiss her again, he spun on his heel and out of the room.

***** After three panels, Toni still hadn’t stopped thinking about Kane’s kiss. At lunch she’d been haunted by the disparity between Beau’s and Kane’s affection for her, wondering what would happen if Beau decided that he didn’t want her in their lives. It was too much, too soon, and she thought the relationship might flame out before it even got off the ground. She slid her keycard into the door a bit more forcefully than necessary. The plastic cracked, remaining intact. She opened the door. It thudded into the wall, a dull testament to her dark mood. Stepping into the room, she fumbled for the light switch. The door closed, and she absently flipped the lock. Alone. At last. Sure, she had promised to meet Kane for supper, hopefully with Beau in attendance. Right now, she wanted -- no, she needed -- solace. Silence. Her own thoughts trying to figure out where she’d go from here. Light glinted off of something on the bed. She stepped forward, her heart catching. It looked like -- no, it couldn’t be. But it was a painting. The gorgeous sea foam green carved wooden border framed an underwater fantasy. She gasped. There, at the bottom, where the tag used to be, and she remembered the nearly four-figure price for the original painting. Instead of a price tag, there was a note. Her hand shook as she went to the bed. She sat, gently taking the paper in hand.

A beautiful painting for a beautiful woman. Beau. Kane’s name was nowhere to be found. Her lip quivered, and her eyes stung. She contemplated what it meant, that Beau maybe did something on his own. Maybe Kane didn’t even know about it. If she had any doubt about his feelings, the fact that he was willing to pay such money, and pick up the painting early, almost erased them.

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“Oh, Beau.” She crushed the note to her chest, mad that she’d even doubted him. Of the duo, he’d been the one she feared would cast her aside. She blinked her eyes, not wanting to give into emotion. His gift of the painting changed things. She smoothed out the note and set it next to the painting. She needed to go thank Beau. A glance at her watch told her she’d probably find him in their room. She hoped they hadn’t gone out to dinner without her. Her cell phone hadn’t rung, and she’d expected Kane to catch up with her after their afternoon panels. After the kiss, though, they hadn’t really discussed plans. Armed with hope, she double-checked to be sure she had her card and hurried out the door. The guys were a couple of floors above her, and she decided to use the stairs. Her heels clicked in the stairwell, and she emerged onto a mostly quiet floor. She paused, taking in the transformation that was already taking place within the hotel. Now that the convention was more than half over, people started winding down, preparing for Saturday night’s festivities. Events like the art auction and the masquerade would take over nearly everyone’s attention, leaving the rest of the hotel, and the few panels unlucky enough to be scheduled opposite of them, looking like veritable ghost towns. Of course, the game room would still be hopping well into the early hours of Sunday morning, and the party floor would pick up with room parties once the main events were finished. She noticed a few room service trays already sitting outside the doors to several hotel rooms. Glancing at her watch, she made sure she had plenty of time, more than an hour, before her next event. She was one of the unlucky ones to have a late-night panel, though it was on classic science fiction movies, so she thought there might be some attendance, even with everything else that was happening. She turned down the hall toward the guys’ room. Silence filled the hall. For late afternoon, she expected more, maybe people bustling to and from their rooms, getting ready for the night. Perhaps everyone was still at panels or tucked inside, resting up for the night’s revelry.

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She raised her hand to knock, noticing the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. She pondered it. She always left the sign out, much to the chagrin of housekeeping. That didn’t necessarily mean she didn’t want to be disturbed by the right people. Maybe the guys did the same thing. A low moan filtered through the door. It sounded like…no, it couldn’t be. Though she’d heard Kane’s sexual noises enough over the last couple of days to know what they sounded like. And that definitely sounded like one of his low moans that he made when something was especially good. She remembered licking along the underside of his cock, sucking on the knot of nerves just beneath the crown, just to hear him make that sound. Another man’s voice, definitely Beau’s, joined him. Her heart sped up, and she pressed her fingers to her chest. The hotel had excellent soundproofing. She’d visited here many times for this convention and hadn’t ever been disturbed, even when she’d stayed on the party floor. Moisture flooded her pussy as she thought about the two men inside. She imagined them on the bed, Beau on all fours, Kane thrusting behind him. Maybe they hadn’t even made it to the bed, and Beau pressed Kane against the bathroom wall. It might account for the noises she heard through the door. Either way, they hadn’t invited her. She pressed her lips together, wanting to hear, yearning for that moment when the men would find their releases. She glanced down the hall to make sure no one was around, then pressed her ear to the door. She didn’t hear anything else. Disappointment propelled her away from the door. Standing in the hall, she debated whether to knock or not. She shook her head. Obviously the men were involved in something else and didn’t want company. That they hadn’t invited her back to the room stung, especially since they could have easily deduced her schedule from the program book. Spinning on her heel, she headed back for the stairs.

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The clicking of her heels on the stairs echoed the pounding of her heart. Betrayal stabbed through her, sharp as a knife. She swallowed hard, trying to deny the foolish emotion. Even before they’d come to the convention, Kane and Beau were an item. So what if they were having sex in their hotel room without her? On one hand, it seemed pretty darn selfish that she wanted to be included. On the other, it only underscored her fears that she couldn’t balance both of them and that neither of them wanted her. Somehow she made it to her room, though she suspected she probably looked a fright. Eyes glassy from unshed tears, her lip trying so hard not to quiver, hands clenched at her sides, she probably looked like a woman about to go on the warpath. She wouldn’t. Maybe this was for the best. She could return home, knowing she’d had her fling, only to discover the pitfalls of what happened when one woman got involved with two men. She’d mooned over Kane back in high school. She wouldn’t do it again. Ever.

***** After a room service supper of a lovely steak and baked potato, finished off with a positively divine slice of chocolate silk pie, Toni still battled the blahs. She sat on the panel, thankfully not the moderator, because half her mind was still upstairs with Kane and Beau. She hadn’t seen either of them. Not in the halls, not in passing, and not when she’d ducked her head into the hotel restaurant to see if they might be there. They weren’t, and she wouldn’t be pathetic enough to go back upstairs and see if they were still in their room. She didn’t want to know. Maybe it was for the best. Yeah, and maybe she was contemplating joining a convent when she returned from the convention too. Distantly, she registered a conversation happening about old Buck Rogers films, which she’d mostly tuned out for the moment. Though normally she loved nostalgic science fiction, she had other things on her mind.

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“I’m sorry, what was that?” she said, aware that the moderator appeared to be waiting for her to answer. “I didn’t quite catch the question.” “That’s okay. It was just your turn to talk about your favorite films,” the moderator, a fan guest she couldn’t quite place, said. “Thanks.” She thought for a moment. “You know, it may not be quite as old as some that we are discussing, but I have to confess a weakness for the 1980s version of Flash

Gordon. The older films were probably better in line with the comics, but…” She shrugged and gave a bemused smile. The campy version of the storyline always won out, at least in her mind. A spirited discussion followed, one she dove into, hoping that it would take her mind off of the men. The program said Kane was supposed to be on the next panel. She thought about ducking into the room. A discussion on past robotic successes sounded interesting, if she had to be honest with herself. Never mind who was actually giving the presentation. The conversation found its way to other campy films, the panel taking on a more comedic tone than it had. Although the conversation focused on movies, it turned to talk of television series compared to the movies, and how they did or didn’t fare when stacked up against their usually better-produced competition. Of course, when digging back in the television and movie archives of any genre, production values had to be considered, and the panel turned serious once again as comparison of special effects, or not-so special effects as the earlier ones were, took center stage. Which let Toni lose herself in her thoughts once more. She laughed at the comments of one of the panelists discussing why he loved Wonder Woman so much, and it wasn’t for the quality of the television show, and she wondered about Kane. She tried to picture him watching those earlier shows and lusting after a busty heroine. More than likely, he wanted the hero instead. She struggled to think of them wanting the same guys, and luckily, the panel ended, because her thoughts weren’t returning to the subject anytime soon.

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She waited, making a show of gathering her items, wanting to be one of the last to leave. Maybe she’d see Kane slipping into the next room. Maybe he was already there. She filed out as the next panelists and audience members arrived, unable to resist taking a peek into the other room. Kane wasn’t there. She frowned. He could be late. It wasn’t unheard of. With a shake of her head, she went back to her room, not quite willing to be around people at the moment. From the main hall she heard the masquerade still running, and she ducked upstairs, thankful not to run into a lot of people. She made it back to her room and sat down at her laptop, intending to do a bit of work. “This wouldn’t hurt so much if I weren’t falling in love with Kane. And Beau.” She stilled, hearing her thoughts echoed through her words. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead on her hands, unable to deny it. She was falling in love with Kane, and more than halfway there when it came to Beau. She loved the guys. Both of them. She sighed, having absolutely no idea what to do about it. Go to them, tell them, perhaps make a fool out of herself? That seemed like an undesirable option. Staying in her room sulking didn’t bode well, either. She flipped open her program book. In an hour, the three of them were on a panel together, talking about writers and living with them. She hoped she knew what to do by then.

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Chapter Eight

Toni found it fascinating that when it came to her last panel, it was just the three of them sitting up front -- Kane, Beau, and her. There were a few audience members in attendance. Which left them in a pretty cozy situation. Heavy drapery concealed the area under the table from view, and as soon as he sat down, Kane patted her leg beneath the table. Beau did likewise, and she realized once again she was sandwiched between the two men. Within the first twenty minutes the conversation ended, leaving the three of them alone in the room. Not surprising, given the time and the subject matter. So here they were, the three of them. No masks, no games. Toni wished she knew what to think about that. Now that the room was empty, the door still closed from where it’d been pulled shut to help the acoustics of the room, she found herself wishing for a full room and a lively panel. At least then she wouldn’t have to think about what she had overheard this afternoon. They probably didn’t even know she’d been there. She’d thanked Beau for the painting when she’d seen him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, as they were in public. With his and Kane’s relationship being known, she figured anything else might spark the rumor mill a bit too much. Beneath the table, Kane’s hand crept along her thigh.

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“You’re going to stay with us, aren’t you?” Kane asked. His fingers traced the crease of her hip joint. Through her jeans, his strokes elicited tiny sparks that raced along her veins. She struggled to ignore them. “I haven’t decided, yet,” she hedged. Looking at him made her heart ache. She loved him. Probably hadn’t stopped, really, and intellectually knowing he had a sexual relationship with someone else wasn’t the same as accepting it. The last thing Toni wanted was to come between him and Beau, and yet, they constantly placed her there. Kane’s fingers stilled. She sensed him looking at Beau behind her back, that silent communication only underscoring her concerns. The need to reassure him had her touching his leg and forcing a smile. “I’ve never been in a situation like this before.” She squeezed his muscle. “Bear with me, okay?” “Of course.” Kane brushed a kiss across her cheek. From the other side, Beau did the same. “Whatever you want. We can take it slow and you can ignore Mr. Over Eager over there.” He nuzzled her neck, his fingers venturing onto her left thigh. She turned to Beau, oddly finding him emotionally the safer of the two. “So you noticed that too.” She smiled, thinking of his enthusiasm during the football season, the way he’d worked the crowd when their team played home games; it had become quite the legend. “Yeah, sometimes I have to slow him down.” Though Beau’s words sounded innocent, Toni heard the heat behind them. “Why don’t you come upstairs, and we can do it together.” Something fluttered in her stomach. Maybe that was the answer. Head back to their room and not think about anything at all. Enjoy the time she had with them, because she had no idea when she’d get more. Except that wasn’t her. Normally, she thought positively, worked to make what she wanted happen. Well, maybe that was what she needed to do here.

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Swiveling in her chair, she gave Kane a good, long look. “What do you think? Are you ready for us?” Us. It sure sounded really good. Kane shoved back from the table and stood. He flashed both her and Beau a devil-maycare grin and held out his hands. “If you think you’re up for it?” He deliberately glanced down at Beau’s pants. Toni took the opportunity Beau and Kane had just offered her. It was Saturday night, the last night of the convention. Tomorrow morning the event would wind up, people would leave the hotel and scatter for another year. Focusing on tomorrow would only bring heartache, and that was the one thing she didn’t want tonight. She followed Kane to his feet and extended her hand to Beau. “I know I’m up for it. How about you?” Beau didn’t need words, his smile gave it all away. He scooped up his papers from the table, jostled his case, and went to join them. Together, they left the room. No matter what happened, Toni vowed to enjoy the night.

***** Kane refused to begrudge Beau giving Toni the painting. After all, they’d talked about it and decided that having the artwork come from Beau would help cement the relationship. He’d expected her to show up to thank Beau, and when she didn’t, Kane wondered if she’d arrived while they’d been having sex. She’d gone kind of quiet and that gave him doubts. Now she was returning to their room for what he feared might be their last night together. Beau had that look in his eyes that told Kane he had plans. Kane sure hoped so. The trip back to their room passed in a blur, and no sooner had the door closed behind them than Beau pulled away and spun him against the hard wood. “If we didn’t answer the door this afternoon, this is what we were doing,” Beau said to Toni. Before she had a chance to reply, Beau kissed him.

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The sudden oral onslaught took Kane’s breath away. He opened his mouth, and immediately Beau plunged his tongue inside. Beau’s hard, muscled body pressed him against the door, the thick ridge of his cock matching Kane’s own. He moaned, his fingers coming up to tangle in Beau’s thick, dark hair. He loved the feel of the strands running through his fingers and brushing against his chest. With his other hand he grabbed Beau’s hip and pulled him even closer. Smaller hands splayed across his chest and down his side. How Toni found room to get between them, he didn’t know, and frankly he didn’t care, so long as she was there. He moaned, drawing a much-needed breath. Her fingers worked on his shirt, tugging it free of his pants. Sliding her palms beneath, she stroked his skin, heat following wherever she touched. “Let me,” she whispered. Beau pulled back enough for her to lift his shirt, and though he longed to bury his fingers in Kane’s hair and kiss him until they both tumbled to the floor, he released his lover long enough to help her pull off his shirt. He managed to flip open the button on his jeans before Toni batted his hands away. “Which end do you want, Beau?” Her coy question made Kane harder. Surely they couldn’t have choreographed this. He’d had Beau pinned to the bed literally all afternoon, and then they had gone to their panels. Still, the two moved together like a wellsynchronized seduction machine. “Ladies first.” Toni laughed. Damn, he loved that husky sound. “Good, because I want his mouth.” She stepped away long enough to strip. Beau shoved him toward the bed, his husky chuckle propelling Kane forward. “That works out well.” He traced the bulge behind Kane’s fly. “Because I want his cock. In fact” --

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Beau dropped to his knees -- “I want to suck him until he comes, then I’m going to fuck him the way he fucked me this afternoon.” The rasp of Kane’s zipper echoed in the room. Beau’s crude words made him hunger for exactly that. Toni shimmied out of her panties, her smooth mound calling to him. Freshly shaved, he wondered, imagining her in the shower, water pouring over her body, caring for her most delicate places. His balls tightened. He groaned at the first caress of Beau’s breath across him. Briefs and jeans tangled around Kane’s ankles, keeping him from moving. Beau shoved him onto the mattress and finished stripping him. Once freed of his clothing, Kane crawled backward, cradling his head on the pillow and spread his legs like he was an offering about to be devoured. Through heavy-lidded eyes, Kane watched Beau get naked. So did Toni, he noticed with bemusement. She still hadn’t answered his proposal. He frowned, his disappointment quickly forgotten as Beau knelt between his thighs. Toni braced her knee on the bed. Her hesitancy touched him. Right now she held the power along with Beau, and yet, she waited. He trailed his fingers along her leg, sweeping along her bare labia. He gathered her moisture on the tip of his finger and drew it upward to her clitoris. Her responsiveness touched him, made him want to tongue her until she came. Bringing his finger to his lips, he licked it, showing her how much he loved her taste. “Come here.” Toni trembled. “It’s okay. You can do this. I want you to do this,” Beau said. Possessiveness flared deep inside Kane, deep and primal. “You have a sexy ass, Toni. I want to watch it settle on Kane’s face and know he’s licking you, sucking on you, making you come with his lips and tongue.” Beau cupped Kane’s balls, momentarily stilling coherent thought. After long moments, she moved, settling her knees just above his shoulders, her feet with their perfect toes against his chest. Kane reached up, cupping her buttocks and

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spreading her thighs, before drawing her down to him. “Just enjoy.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, already scenting her arousal. Cream glistened on her folds, and he couldn’t resist stretching up with his tongue to snake it along her. Watching her chest rise and fall, her hard nipples pointing toward the sky, had Kane yearning for Beau’s fingers, his mouth, anything to take some of the pressure from his cock. Curling his fingers into her buttocks, Kane pulled Toni down far enough so he could press a kiss to the top of her shaved mound. He rained tiny kisses over the smooth flesh, working down toward where her clit peeked from its hood. When he had her right where he wanted her, he pulled his hands to her front and slid them up to her breasts. Toni moaned. Her thighs trembled with the force to hold them still. She held her body poised above him, her breathy moans tumbling down to cover them both. Between Kane’s legs, Beau settled in for the duration. The bed shifted as Beau rested his elbows on the mattress, his broad shoulders forcing Kane to put his legs up and over them. The moist heat of Beau’s breath dancing along the length of his cock made him groan, and he thought only of the woman above him, of giving her as much pleasure as Beau was about to give him. He took it slowly, giving gentle licks along her labia. He nuzzled them, drawing first one, then the other into his mouth to suckle. Take it easy and make it gentle -- he focused on those two concepts, knowing before in their haste they hadn’t done much beyond grabbing and fucking. Sure, the interplay of bodies was nice, but this…it could be divine. He dipped his tongue into her. Her plump clit enticed him like a piece of candy, and he had to have a taste. Toying with it, he worked on finding the exact spot that made her moan, the rhythm of his tongue against the organ making her lean forward and grip the headboard. Her breasts swayed toward his face. Heaven. He could wrap himself in this woman and never let go.

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Beau increased his suction, his lips down around the base of Kane’s cock. Against Toni’s sensitive flesh, Kane moaned. Strong, masculine fingers played with his balls and the sensitive skin behind. Somehow, as if Beau knew this was all about Toni, he kept his touch light enough to arouse and not send Kane over the edge. Kane focused on Toni, making sure to explore every inch of her sex. Blindly, he caressed her nipples, using touch to circle her areolas before gently tightening his fingers around the hard nubs. Her cries escalated. If this was to be their last night together, he wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life. No, he wouldn’t think that way. He drew her clitoris between his lips and sucked, feeling the organ engorge with blood. She had to decide to stay with them a few more days. Damn it, he’d lost her when he was younger because of his vacillation, he wouldn’t do it now. And Beau agreed. Although they may have been fucking like two male rabbits this afternoon, they’d talked too. Beau agreed. He wanted Toni in their lives as much as Kane did. “Kane!” Toni’s cry echoed around him. Her body stiffened, her hips bucking into his mouth. “Oh!” She bore down, forcing him to suck harder, and Kane did. Her breasts swayed above his head, and he fondled them, drawing at her nipples as if by touch alone he could make her climax. Beau’s lips left Kane’s cock, and he would have made some sound of protest if he hadn’t been tonguing Toni. Suddenly, Beau was there, behind her, his fingers dipping into her wet pussy. Toni gasped at the invasion of Beau’s thick digits. Kane thought he sensed Beau moving, his head dipping toward her ass, and he grinned thinking about Beau rimming her. “Oh God!” She panted, her hips bucking between the two men. Though she tried to stifle her whimpers and cries, they still emerged, breathy little pants and moans that had him on edge. She screamed as her body tightened and released in one explosive moment. Her sheath tightened around Beau’s fingers, her juices coating them, and dripping down Kane’s chin. He stilled his lips, feeling her flesh quiver in his mouth. Slowly, so slowly he thought it might kill him, Kane pulled away.

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The need to be inside her drove him. “Beau,” he rasped, his lover’s name a signal for what was to come. “Yeah,” Beau’s husky reply made Kane’s cock twitch. He slid back, his hands around Toni’s waist gently helping her to the bed. “You ready?” Kane rolled onto his side, then cupped Toni’s cheek and kissed her. It was a kiss full of promise, of hope, and of the future. He made love to her mouth, drawing his tongue along her full, lower lip, dipping inside as he caressed her stomach, then lower. He flicked his fingers over her pussy, dipping inside, then pausing to circle her nub. Swallowing her needy cries, he drove her hips upward, feeling the pleasure build once more. Then, he moved between her thighs. Kane lifted her legs, putting her calves on his shoulders. “You ready?” Toni nodded. “Please,” she begged. The tiny word undid him. He moved until the head of his cock rested just inside her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Beau waiting for him. Leaning forward, he braced his hands on the mattress beside her. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. She did, and his gaze locking with hers, he thrust home.

I love you. Kane pressed his lips closed, half afraid if he said the words out loud he’d scare her away. Instead, he savored the moment, the way her body perfectly fit his. He waited there, buried balls-deep inside her. Covers rustled behind him, and he sensed Beau moving. Then, the broad head of Beau’s cock pressed against his backside. Kane grinned. Just like before, three bodies moving in harmony, in pleasure. He slid back, impaling himself on Beau’s shaft, setting up a slow rhythm between the three of them. A part of him wanted to see Beau’s face, to know the same emotions played across his lover’s features as his. Pride. Love. Possession. Toni belonged to him. She always had. Now, she’d belong to both of them.

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Closing his eyes, he shut off the analytical part of his mind. There’d be time to think…later. Right now, he just wanted to feel the wet sheath of Toni’s pussy wrapping around his cock, taking him, accepting him so that he touched the deepest parts of hers. The thick invasion of Beau’s cock reminded him that his lover wasn’t going anywhere. And then there was just bliss. He groaned, the pace quickening when he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He gave himself over to the pleasure. Beneath him, Toni cried out, her channel tightening around him. He sensed her hovering on the edge, almost ready to tumble into a second orgasm. Thrusting forward, he hit the place high and deep inside of her, and with a keening wail, she came. The tiny spasms of her muscles around him triggered his own release. He cried out, body stiffening in an orgasmic rush. He gasped, the force of his climax taking him by surprise. He struggled to find air, to find purchase in the sheer pleasure suffusing his body. Lights flashed behind his eyelids, and with a slap of flesh against flesh, Beau entered him one final time, and then followed him into bliss. Kane locked his elbows, the aching muscles in his arms the first thing he noticed after coming back to awareness. Beneath him, Toni panted. Sweat covered her skin, and she looked at him, lips kiss-swollen and parted. He bent his head and kissed her, his cock still half hard inside her. He poured everything, his love, his heart, his soul into the kiss, hoping to tell her with actions where words would fail exactly how he felt. Behind him, Beau pulled away and padded discreetly into the bathroom. “You okay?” Kane knew manners dictated he should roll to the side and take her into his arms. Right now, still inside her, he didn’t want to be anywhere else. She nodded, licked her lips, then smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Perfect.”

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“Good. Because anything else might be a blow to my ego.” He kissed her again, and they tumbled onto their sides. By the time Beau returned with two damp cloths, they cleaned each other up amid kisses and smiles. Surely, she’d agree to stay another day. Because if she didn’t, she’d break his heart.

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Chapter Nine

Sore in unaccustomed places, Toni stood in the middle of her hotel room, her open suitcase on the bed, her laptop packed up and lying beside it. She made one last check of the bathroom to be sure she had everything. She did -- well, everything except her heart. That she’d left behind in the guys’ room, and she wondered how she’d ever find it again. She sat on the bed with a long-suffering sigh. This sure hadn’t been how she figured this convention would play out. A bit of gaming, some networking -- which surprisingly she did a lot of in between bouts of sex -- and a chance to unwind. Sure, she’d found all of that here, but she’d also found an even-sexier-with-age football star and his bisexual lover. She couldn’t really call them gay, not since they’d both had sex with her. She grinned. Yeah, figuring out the nuances of personal sexuality hadn’t been on her to-do list for the weekend. She sure didn’t regret it, though. And maybe that’s what she should take away from this weekend. The fact that she did have fun and got to experience something she’d figured she never would. Well, and a gorgeous painting. It leaned against her pillows, and she thought about how to get everything to the car. She zipped her suitcase and set it on the floor. She extended the handle, then slung her laptop and purse over one shoulder. With that same arm, she grabbed

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the painting. Awkward as hell, but she could probably manage to get everything to the car in one piece. Thank goodness for elevators. With that settled, she put everything back on the bed. The clock said it was barely ten o’clock. She didn’t have to check out for another hour, and she wasn’t scheduled to be on panels until after lunch. Just one, and she always liked to attend closing ceremonies. Her weekend really wasn’t over -- except in a way, it was. Kane’s question haunted her. She’d made sure to clean up her deadlines before she’d come to the conference. Without even a cat waiting for her at home, she didn’t have to get back right away. Her mail would hold, as would anything else, and as long as she had her laptop and WiFi, it wasn’t like she was ever really out of touch anyway. His proposition tempted her more than she wanted to admit. Stay here with Kane and Beau, most likely finding more creative ways to make love involving the three of them, and then head back in a few days. It sounded like paradise. It would make it even harder for her to leave when it was all over with. She pinched the bridge of her nose, the dull thud of a headache threatening. She could just woman-up and tell the guys how she felt, that this weekend had only rekindled her love for Kane, and Beau was certainly following right behind. Yeah, that’d probably go over well. She’d known them for less than two days, technically, and she was blurting out her love. She always did fall fast and hard, even in high school. That’s what got her into trouble to begin with, her hard fall for Kane all those years ago. She laughed, knowing she’d never imagined herself in this situation. Hell, the convention wasn’t over yet for a few hours. With her short drive, she didn’t have to leave immediately after closing ceremonies. There really wasn’t any reason to worry about things before they happened. She’d check out, take her stuff to the car, then come back for the rest of the day. If nothing else, she’d be packed and out of her hotel room if she did decide to take Kane up on his offer. Though she figured that she probably would be heading back to her

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empty apartment by the time nightfall rolled around. It had been nice, but it was time to head back to reality. Standing, she somehow managed to juggle everything and get the door open, only to find Kane and Beau standing on the other side. Kane was holding the largest vase of red roses she’d ever seen in her entire adult life, a hopeful grin on his face. He glanced from her, to her luggage, and his grin slipped a little. His vulnerability tugged at her heart, and her resolve wavered. Beau stood behind him, looking a bit more hopeful than Kane. He, too, took in the fact that she had all her luggage. Instead of frowning, his smile grew. “I see you’re all packed and ready to move in with us.” Toni stopped. “I, uh…” She fumbled for an answer. “Need some help.” Beau stepped forward and gently took the painting from her. He elbowed Kane. “Come on. Stop standing there like an idiot and help the lady. If she’s like me, she won’t release her laptop, so you can pull the suitcase.” Beau tucked the painting under one arm and offered his other one to her. When Kane just stood there, as much in shock as she, Beau nudged him harder. Kane blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and reached for her suitcase handle. She willingly released it, this new side of Beau taking her completely by surprise. She accepted Beau’s arm, not quite sure where this was all leading -- except to their hotel room -- and very interested in finding out. If nothing else, the guys’ actions changed everything. “Thank you for the flowers,” she said to Kane while Beau dragged her down the hall to the bank of elevators. “I’m assuming they were for me.” They stopped to wait for the elevator, and she managed to stretch out and kiss Kane’s cheek. He blushed. An honest-to-goodness red flush crept over his cheeks. Toni grinned. My goodness, she was really liking this new Kane and Beau. Any concerns she had about balancing both guys quickly were lost by the wayside. The elevator dinged, and she had to

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pay attention to where she was going. Somehow, by some magic, the car was once again empty as the three of them boarded. They were whisked to the guys’ floor and soon were headed down the hallway toward their room. Her stomach fluttered. Her heart pounded so hard she figured Beau probably heard it. Here they were, at the door to their room. Once she crossed this threshold, she figured she’d probably never be the same woman again. Kane cleared his throat. “So, now that my lover has nearly kidnapped you and dragged you up here…” He paused and grinned evilly. “That sounds fun, actually. Anyway, now that you’re here, Toni, would you please stay with us the next few days?” “Please,” Beau rumbled in her ear. “I’m finding you’re every bit as fascinating as Kane said you were, in and out of bed. I’d like you to stay too.” If she weren’t hanging onto Beau’s arm, she might have stumbled at the depth of emotion she heard in his words. “I don’t know what to say.” Say yes ! That little mental voice, the one that told her she could have everything she wanted screamed at her to accept. “Say yes,” Kane echoed. At the other end of the hall, people left their hotel room. Still, the two men stood there with her stuff, as if they didn’t care what anyone else thought. “Say yes,” Beau echoed. She couldn’t resist. “Yes,” she said. Both men broke into wide smiles. Beau released her long enough to fetch his room key from his jeans’ pocket and open the door. He stepped inside, holding it for Kane and her. He gently rested the picture against the wall, and Kane put the roses on the desk. He made a show of putting her suitcase next to theirs, even bumping it close enough that they touched. Kane crossed the floor and held out his hand to her. She took it, suddenly finding Beau on her other side. Together, they took her, not to the large king-size bed, but to the couch that they really hadn’t ever used. Kane sat, pulling her down beside him, and Beau followed.

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Both men turned toward her and put their hands on her. For a moment, she thought about a marriage proposal, except given the time that they’d known each other it seemed ludicrous. “You don’t have to be at a panel until this afternoon, do you?” Kane asked. “I’m good, though I’ll have to call the front desk and check out in about an hour,” she said, knowing that she wouldn’t be leaving the hotel after all. “That’s no problem. I just want to make sure we have plenty of time for what I’m about to say.” Kane looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Well, what we’re about to say.” He chuckled. “Oh,” she gasped, the feeling that this was getting really serious, really fast. “Yeah. I meant what I said, Toni. I have always had feelings for you, and seeing you again reminded me why I fell in love with you back then. I know we’re both older now, different people than we were in high school, but I could see myself falling in love with you now.” He reached out and smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. “In fact, I suspect I’m probably more than halfway there.” “Me too,” she admitted. She sighed and let her eyes close as relief coursed through her. “Yeah, me too. Oh boy, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that. I had thought…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter what I thought. The point is that you’re here. I’m here. Beau’s here.” She turned to him, not wanting him to feel left out. “And apparently, I’m not alone in my feelings.” “Kane’s right. I’ll admit that I haven’t known you that long at all. What I do know, I like.” Beau grinned and winked at her. “A lot.” She laughed with the realization that all her fears were most likely unfounded. “So you guys won’t freak if I say that I’m pretty sure I never wasn’t in love with Kane and that I think I could fall for you too?” “No. We won’t freak.” Beau lifted the back of her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss across it. “In fact, I think my feelings would be hurt if I wasn’t included.”

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Though his tone sounded joking, Toni didn’t doubt he meant every word. “I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “That’s what I love about you. You’re so caring for everyone. I knew that you wouldn’t leave Beau out in the cold. I’m so glad I found you again.” “Yeah, even if it was under some odd circumstances.” She laughed, thinking of Madeline’s persona. “I mean, I am talking to Kane and Beau, right? Not the Master and his bodyguard?” She leaned into Beau. “That’s what you were supposed to be, right?” “Well, I was his lover first. And yes, you’re talking to the real us. We may still be at the convention, but my mask is off and has been since after that first night. Though if you think it’s sexy, I could go put it on.” She thought for a moment, thinking about him dressed in that black outfit he wore the first night, the half mask on his face. He’d looked sexy, damn sexy, and just imagining him that way made her wet. “Maybe later.” “Hey, you two. I’m over here. And I found her first.” “There’s more than enough of me to share,” she mock-scolded him. “I know.” Kane cupped her cheek, pulling her toward him for a deep kiss. Next to her, Beau’s hands ventured along her sides, reaching up to cup her breasts. She gave herself over to the moment, to the gentle pressure of Kane’s lips against hers, to the sweep of his tongue. Opening for him, she invited him inside, moaning as Beau’s fingers found her breasts. Through her shirt and bra, he stroked her, teasing her nipples into diamond-hard points. She squeezed her thighs together, not quite willing to believe she was ready again so soon. Not when her muscles still ached, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. She pulled back. “Hey, we have the rest of the convention to go to. There will be time for this later.” She extracted herself from their caresses to stand and offer her hands to them. “Come on. Let’s go find lunch. Maybe later, I can play with the Master and his lover.”

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Kane rose to his feet. “There’s no maybe about it, is there, Beau?” He bent over his lover, kissing him full and hard on the mouth. “Nope,” Beau said when he came up for air. “None at all.” Toni watched the men kiss again, knowing this was how it was going to be between them. A love they all shared, sometimes just two of them, sometimes all three. Sure, it might take time to grow, but that was one thing they did have. Time. And she couldn’t wait to see what would happen. Besides, no one said just because the convention was ending that the masks had to be put away forever.

Mary Winter Mary commutes between her dream home near the Mark Twain national forest in Missouri, and her current residence in Iowa. She lives with a menagerie of animals including an opinionated horse and a cat who was a dog in past life. When not writing spicy tales of erotic romance, she enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy, spending time with her horse, and enjoying the outdoors. Lucky for her, her partner (hero) shares these same passions, and usually both of them can be found in their respective dens writing.