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  Charles laughed. “Yes, it hurt. But the pain was overshadowed by finally having you inside me. And it was fresh after a battle, in the middle of the woods. I hardly expected you to have a courtesan’s oils handy.”

  Gideon shook his head and Sarah kissed the corner of his mouth. “I handled that badly. I waited too long to be with you and couldn’t control myself when I finally was. I’m sorry.” He felt a drop of something cool and slick drip onto his behind and slither down his crease. He shivered.

  “I’m not,” Charles answered as his finger followed the drop and circled Gideon’s entrance again.

  “What is that?” Gideon asked in a rough voice.

  “Oil,” Charles told him. He leaned forward, pressing the finger harder against that small hole and Gideon arched a little into the unfamiliar feeling. Charles held the small bottle out for him to see.

  “Where did you get it?” Sarah asked, perplexed. “That’s not mine.”

  “I brought it in here earlier today. Here, hold it.” Charles passed the bottle to Sarah.

  “You’ve been planning this all day?” Gideon asked in a choked voice.

  “I’ve been planning this for six years,” Charles told him with smug satisfaction. “And now the day, or night, has finally arrived. I finally get to plunder this gorgeous arse.” He accompanied his words with a firm squeeze of a flexed cheek, and Gideon found himself relaxing into Charles’ hands.

  “Do what you will,” he said with mock resignation.

  Charles laughed. “Oh, I plan on it. Don’t worry.”

  Sarah played with the hair at Gideon’s temple. “Could you perhaps tell me exactly what you’re doing?” she asked shyly. “I don’t really know how men fuck each other.”

  Gideon groaned. Sarah could turn an innocent question into a sensual tease.

  “Do you remember how I told you that a man could fuck a woman in the bottom?” Gideon asked. The last word hitched as Charles dipped the end of his finger inside Gideon. Christ, that was the first time Charles had been inside him in any way. It was foreign and erotic and it was all Gideon could do not to arch back and jam that finger as deep into him as it would go. He had to breathe deeply to fight the urge. He hadn’t known he’d feel this way. He’d thought it would be an intense experience, that he’d enjoy the knowledge of Charles inside him more than the actual act. He was beginning to understand, however, that the fuck itself was going to be beyond his wildest imaginings.

  “Oh!” Sarah exclaimed with a breathy hiccup of shock. “I didn’t realize. How stupid of me. Of course.” She bit her lip and Gideon followed suit as Charles’ finger entered him and pressed a little deeper than before. “Are you all right?” Sarah asked quietly with a worried expression.

  Gideon nodded. He licked his suddenly dry lips before answering. “Better than all right. It feels very, very good.”

  Charles chuckled behind him. “Excellent. I was beginning to wonder.”

  “Wonder no more.” Gideon groaned as Charles twisted his finger inside rather than pull it out right away.

  “Sarah,” Charles murmured as he leaned over Gideon’s back, “would you let one of us do this to you?” He kissed the blades of Gideon’s shoulders, then bit the tendon between his shoulder and neck lightly, his finger working its way into Gideon more with each breath he took. Gideon turned his head to see Charles watching Sarah closely.

  Sarah slid her hand down to Gideon’s chest to toy with the hair there, not looking at either of them. “I don’t know. I’d like to see how this goes first, if that’s all right.” Her voice was unsure, but her sex tightened again and grew wetter and Gideon smiled. Soon they would both be inside Sarah.

  Gideon took a deep breath through his nose as Charles rubbed a second finger on the edge of his hole. He knew Charles was going to put it in next to the first. He was surprised by how much he wanted it. “I think it’s going to go very well,” he assured Sarah in a gravelly voice. His reward was that finger working its way inside. He grunted slightly and spread his thighs wider.

  Sarah bit her lip and her hips thrust up just a little. Gideon was still inside her, just barely now. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been before. Charles’ invasion was taking too much concentration. But he knew that would pass and he’d be hard as stone and ready to fuck again by the time Charles was inside him. His cock twitched just thinking about it. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked Sarah. “You like knowing that Charles is getting ready to fuck me on top of you.”

  Sarah nodded, still staring at his chest. “How is he getting ready to fuck you?” she whispered.

  “God, I love when she says that word,” Charles said fervently from behind him. “She makes it sound innocent and decadent at the same time.”

  Gideon agreed silently. Charles was doing something painfully pleasurable with his fingers that had robbed him of speech again. He could feel the sweat dripping down his temple and beading in the small of his back.

  “I’ve got my fingers inside him, Sarah, like what I do to you, except back here.” Charles answered her question for him.

  “Oh.” Her voice trembled and she squirmed beneath him. “Does he get wet, like I do?”

  Gideon snorted a breathless laugh. “No,” he managed to rasp.

  Charles laughed as well. “No, that’s what the oil is for.”

  Sarah seemed to think about it for a second or two. “Would you have to use oil on me there too?”

  Gideon groaned at the image that produced. He leaned down and captured her lips in a rough kiss. When he pulled back he growled out, “Yes.”

  Charles began to pull his fingers out slowly and Gideon hissed out a breath. He felt stretched and aching back there and Charles hadn’t even started yet, not really. For a moment he felt trepidation. Then Charles smacked him on the arse and demanded, “Give me the oil,” and Gideon laughed as Sarah quickly held out the bottle.

  Charles sighed and hummed a little as he massaged the oil onto his cock. Gideon could hear the wet sound of his strokes and his back end clenched in response.

  “Gideon?” Sarah whispered.

  He opened his eyes to meet her stare. He hadn’t even realized he’d shut his eyes. “Hmmm?”

  “Are you scared?” she asked in a small voice. “I think I’d be a little scared.” He knew what she meant was she was a little scared.

  “Of Charles?” He shook his head with a grin. “No, he stopped scaring me long ago.”

  “I heard that,” Charles said with a sticky caress of his arse. “You were never scared of me.”

  Sarah gave him a tentative smile.

  “I’m not scared, Sarah. I know Charles wants to do this because he knows it will feel good. Everything we do here is about feeling good, isn’t it?” She nodded. “And I want him inside me. You understand that, don’t you? You’ve told us both many times that you want us inside you. That’s how I feel right now.” He closed his eyes, anticipation coursing through his veins. All trepidation was gone and exhilaration had taken its place. Finally, finally after these years he was going to have Charles inside him. “I’ve waited so long, Sarah…”

  “Gideon.” When Charles spoke his name like that, Gideon felt ten feet tall, as if he could move mountains. It was the way Charles said it when he was about to come.

  “Yes,” he answered the unspoken question. “God, yes.”

  Sarah ran her hand through his hair and then pulled his lips to hers. “Make me feel it too, Gideon,” she whispered.

  Gideon bit her lower lip softly and then let it go with a lick. “I plan to sometime in the near future.”

  Sarah let out a panicked gasp. “I didn’t mean…”

  Gideon hushed her and kissed her tenderly. “Not today, Sarah. Not now.” He arched his back. Charles was there. The wet, slick end of his prick was pressing against Gideon’s entrance.

  “Relax, Gideon,” Charles murmured. “Take a deep breath and then push back.”

  “How do you know how to do this?” Gideon asked breathlessl
y. He wondered with a sharp pang of jealousy if Charles had done this with another man while waiting for Gideon.

  “Years ago when I was in London I went to a brothel that offers male companionship,” Charles said, rubbing the tip around and around Gideon’s sensitive hole. Gideon found himself relaxing. He could feel that dark passage blooming under Charles’ sensual caress, preparing to take him.

  “I see,” Gideon choked out, his disappointment and hurt at Charles’ admission almost drowning out the pleasure.

  Charles stopped and sighed. “No, you don’t. I picked a fellow who looked and acted quite knowledgeable and then shocked the hell out him by asking him how it should be done. I had no desire to fuck him even when he was clearly trying to entice me with his lurid descriptions. I have not wanted to do this with any man but you, Gideon, since I met you.” He began that gentle, insistent rub again and the jealous tension that had Gideon in its grip faded. “But I must say, he knew what he was talking about, apparently. And the same method works for women too, he said.”

  “Oh, good,” Sarah commented drily from below Gideon. “I was quite worried.”

  Gideon laughed and Charles chose that moment to press inside. Gideon gasped.

  “No, Gideon,” Charles said. It sounded as if he were speaking through clenched teeth. “Don’t tense up. Relax. Take a deep breath. Now.”

  The burn was sharp where Charles kept up a relentless pressure. Gideon forced himself to relax, focusing on Sarah’s hand smoothing gently up and down his arm. He took a deep breath and pressed back and suddenly Charles slipped inside and then glided home. Gideon was stretched and felt an aching fullness, but whatever pain he’d felt was gone. He started to move but Charles stopped him with a firm grip on his hip.

  “Don’t,” Charles ground out. “Don’t move yet. You’re not ready.”

  “I’m fine,” Gideon told him. “It doesn’t hurt.”

  “I just want to sit here for a minute.” Charles sounded raspy. He leaned over Gideon’s back and kissed his neck tenderly and then laid his forehead on Gideon’s shoulder. Gideon felt something wet drop on his shoulder.

  “Oh, Charles,” Sarah whispered. She wrapped her arms around both of them and kissed the top of Charles’ head.

  “Are you crying?” Gideon asked in wonder.

  “Be quiet,” Charles told him with a sniff. “You are going to ruin this moment for me.” He rested his lips against Gideon’s shoulder, not kissing him, just resting them there. “I’ve waited so long, Gideon,” he whispered in a broken voice. “This is…” he shook his head and sat up. The move caused his cock to slip around inside Gideon a little and he groaned at the feeling.

  “I can’t believe you’re inside me,” Gideon told him with disbelief. “It’s…” He laughed. “I don’t have words for it. It just is. God, Charles, if I had known…”

  Charles re-situated himself on the bed and Gideon groaned and pressed back, seeking more. His cock began to revive in Sarah’s wet heat. “I think he liked that,” she murmured, sliding her hand down his back. “He’s getting harder.”

  “I have no secrets from either of you,” he said roughly, forcing his hips to stay still.

  Charles slid out just a little and then pressed back in, as if testing the waters.

  “More,” Gideon ground out and Sarah grinned as Charles laughed behind him.

  “I have more to give you,” Charles answered with the familiar words and Gideon’s cheeks heated because he hadn’t realized he’d sounded like Sarah.

  Charles pulled out and thrust back in harder than before and Gideon cursed. “That feels so damn good,” he told Charles.

  “Tell me,” Charles demanded. “Tell us how it feels. Describe it for Sarah.”

  Charles began to fuck him in a slow, steady rhythm that had Gideon fearing for his sanity. “I’m full of him, Sarah,” he whispered. She moaned beneath him and bent her legs, tipping up her hips to take him deeper. He was hard now and ready to fuck and be fucked. “He’s so hot inside me, slick and hard. I never knew he would feel so good.”

  “Fuck her, Gideon,” Charles ordered him. “With me. Like this.” Charles pulled out of Gideon and pressed Gideon into Sarah with his hands on Gideon’s hips. Then he thrust inside pulling Gideon’s hips back. It was lesson enough. Gideon picked up the cadence immediately and Sarah clutched his shoulders, her head thrown back on the pillow.

  “Listen, Sarah,” he whispered. He could see how his words were affecting her, feel it in the vise of her sex around his shaft. “You can hear his prick tunneling into me through all that oil. So slick and hard.”

  Sarah groaned. “You said that already,” she told him in a shaky voice.

  “Do you like it?” Charles asked roughly. “Tell me you like it. You like to be fucked, don’t you, Gideon?”

  Gideon liked it more than he’d thought possible. Having Charles’ cock parting him, fucking him, possessing him—he knew he’d crave it from this day on. But all he said was a low-voiced “Yes.”

  Then the rhythm and the fuck took over and there was no more talk. Just the sights and sounds and feeling of being owned and taken by the two most important people in the world to him. His arms grew weak and began to tremble and Gideon had to lower his weight onto Sarah, who took it gladly and fucked him rough and as hard as Charles. He let Charles take over completely, fucking Gideon into Sarah with each stroke. She was a match for them. Her nails dug into his back and he grunted at the bite of them, but the pain grounded him so he could savor Charles’ possession and Sarah’s enjoyment of them. His new position drove Charles into a point that sent shards of white-hot pleasure shooting from his arse to his prick. And Sarah swallowed that heat and gave it back to him as her walls trembled around him.

  He felt his orgasm coming. His back tensed and so did his balls. He felt the tightening of his passage around Charles’ prick and Charles groaned as he fucked Gideon a little harder. He needed something to hold on to. He felt as if he were going to fly apart. He wrapped his arms around Sarah and she held him to her. “Yes, Gideon,” she whispered in his ear. “Give it to me. Give me your pleasure. Show me how good Charles makes you feel.”

  “Sarah,” he whispered brokenly. Charles didn’t stop. He kept fucking in and out in an oiled glide that caused Gideon to start shivering uncontrollably. Sarah moaned and tensed and he felt her begin to come, not a frantic climax but a deep, steady throb of pleasure, and Charles pushed deep and hit that spot and Gideon was gone. The heat of his release raced through him and out into Sarah as Gideon gave a strangled cry. He could feel his passage clenching tight around Charles. Charles groaned and Gideon felt a rush of heat fill him and he knew that he’d come inside him. Gideon jerked between him and Sarah, surrounded by a pleasure more intense than any he’d ever felt.

  When it was over none of them moved for a minute or two. Their breaths were ragged in the still night air as a breeze cooled the sweat on their skin. After a short while Gideon felt Charles’ spent cock slip from him with a sense of loss. Finally Sarah spoke.

  “Gideon, I love you. But I can’t breathe.”

  He and Charles burst into weak laughter and Charles helped him roll off Sarah. “I’m sorry, my sweet.” He cleared his throat because his voice was raspy. “I may never walk again.”

  Sarah looked at him with concern. “Are you all right?”

  He smiled at her and then at Charles. “I’m perfectly exhausted. You have both fucked me into near unconsciousness.”

  “Ah,” Charles said as he lay down next to Gideon and nuzzled his cheek. “Should I say I’m sorry?”

  “No.” Gideon raised a brow as he turned to look at him. “You should get something to clean us all up, and then we can figure out how soon we can do that again.”

  Sarah laughed. “I have so many different possible combinations for that going through my mind.”

  Charles reached over Gideon’s chest and grabbed Sarah’s hand to kiss her palm while Gideon leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It isn’t c
omplicated mathematics, Sarah,” Gideon teased. “All you have to do is fuck.”

  Sarah groaned as he used almost the same words she had used weeks ago while Charles climbed from the bed laughing and headed into the small bathing chamber attached to the room. “Make her say it, Gideon,” he called out quietly over his shoulder. “The more she says it the sooner I can do it again.”

  Sarah and Gideon shared a look and Sarah began to chant under her breath, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

  Gideon laughed and put a hand over her mouth. “Give me some recovery time, my dear, please.” Sarah grinned behind his hand and Gideon’s heart swelled. This is what he wanted all the time. The three of them together like this with no horrific memories coming between them.

  He could hear Charles whistling softly in the other room as water splashed into a basin. Sarah turned her smiling face toward the sound. Gideon felt the ache in his arse, bathed in the slippery feel of oil and Charles. He could make it happen. He could make their lives all about now and erase the past. It was best for all of them.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “When Dr. Jones arrives we shall have to have Anne and her two to dinner again. She will never forgive me if I leave her out of my personal affairs.” Gideon was being sarcastic, but the affection in his voice was unmistakable.

  Sarah put her teacup down very slowly. They were sitting in the gazebo. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun shining as a slight breeze kept the air from becoming stifling. Charles had come up from the paddock to join them for tea.

  She was watching Charles’ reaction to Gideon’s statement. For all that Charles had known Gideon longer than her, she often felt that she understood Gideon better. And she understood Charles better than Gideon did without a doubt. She inwardly sighed. How could two men have lived together and loved each other for so long and still not know each other?

  Charles was not as careful with his cup as Sarah. He slammed his down on the table rattling the teapot and other dishes, his tea spilling over. “What do mean when Dr. Jones arrives? Surely you’ve changed your mind!” He sounded incredulous, which just made Sarah shake her head. In all the time she’d known Gideon she had yet to see him change his mind, except about Charles. And that had apparently taken over six years.