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Marc closed his eyes. “Honey, you need a sec to get used to
the—”

Sara clenched again.

“Fuck it.” Marc slowly withdrew, agonizing her with his
tempo, but at least he was finally moving.

As Marc began a rhythm of careful advance and retreat, Sara
finally understood the draw of penetration. What she had never gotten with a
dildo was the rasp of friction on her clit along with an overwhelming fullness.
She panted at the devastating combination of Marc’s invasion and Rob’s
tantalizing touch. God, it wouldn’t take much more to make her come.

Although Rob continued to nibble on her neck and tease her
nipples, she needed the connection she could only get from a kiss. Sara turned
her head and covered Rob’s lips with her own. She put all the feeling, all the
need coursing through her, into their kiss. She wanted Rob to have a bit of the
connection she shared with Marc.

Feeling lightheaded, she broke away to catch her breath.
Sara stared into Rob’s eyes while the beginnings of her climax rippled through
her pussy. Her lids slammed shut as she rode the convulsions. Her pussy clamped
down on Marc’s cock, gripping him with a strength she didn’t know she was
capable of. Fireworks showered her vision from beneath her eyelids. From a
distance, she heard a hoarse grunt but was too far gone to know from which man
it came.

Sara’s entire body tingled as she lay sprawled across Rob’s
chest. She looked down and saw Marc sitting back on his heels, his cock still
buried inside her. Her heart melted at the tender expression on his face. He
looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And at this
moment, she felt it. He gently brushed a stray hair off her cheek. God, she
loved these men more than she ever thought possible.

Her pussy trembled around his still-firm cock.

“Are you… Did you—” She gestured to their linked bodies.

Marc smiled. “Yeah. I’m done.”

“Real classy, slick,” Rob rumbled behind her.

Marc rolled his eyes. “Are you okay, princess?”

Sara bit her lip and nodded mutely.

“I love you.” Marc leaned down and gave her a sweet, tender
kiss.

Tears welled in Sara’s eyes as she kissed him back. After a
moment she pulled away. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Her entire body jolted as Rob’s chest rose in a wheezing
breath. Oh, crap. How had she forgotten about him?

Marc waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll just… Yeah…” He reached
down and pulled out from her in one quick movement before walking to the
adjoining bathroom. “Be right back, gorgeous.”

Sara rolled off Rob’s chest and winced at the resulting ache
of tenderness. “I’m sorry, Rob. I-I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything, baby. That was an amazing,
special moment and I’m so honored you shared it with me.”

“I wish there was a way we all could have shared
it—together—at the same time.”

“There is. But I think you’re a little too new and probably
too tender to try it out just yet.”

Sara raised an eyebrow. “You’re not talking about…” She
couldn’t bring herself to even say it.

Rob grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah. We’ll explore some variations
later. But for now I think you should rest.”

“But what about—” She waved at his very obvious erection.

“He’ll have to wait.”

“But—”

“Contrary to what you’ve heard, blue balls aren’t fatal.”

“Yeah, but I want to take care of you, Rob.”

“You’ll have plenty of time for that this weekend. I’m not
going anywhere and I’m pretty sure you’re not either.”

“But—”

“Hey, my body, my right.” He smiled. “Take a nap, we’ll play
later, babe.”

Sara watched in baffled silence while Rob disappeared into
the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“What the fuck was that?”

Rob flinched. In all the drama, he’d forgotten Marc had gone
into the bathroom before him. Shit, he really didn’t need this now.

“What?”

“That.” Marc gestured to the closed door.

“Uh, sorry, man, I forgot you were in here.” Rob turned to
go.

“I’m not talking about you walking in on me. But I would
appreciate it in the future if you didn’t follow me into the john. We’re not
chicks, dude. No, what I want to know is why did you blow Sara off?”

“I didn’t blow her off. She’s sore and she’s tired. We’ll
play later.”

“No, you blew her off. She’s a smart cookie. She knows
there’s more to sex than insert cock and wiggle. Hell, she was a virgin, not a
moron.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her that way.” Rob stepped
into Marc’s space, wishing he’d make a move—something to give Rob an excuse to
deck him.

“You’re jealous.” Marc smirked.

Rob flinched. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re jealous.”

Rob scowled. “Shut up.”

“Come on, Rob, just admit it. You were a tiny bit jealous.”

“Fuck off. I’ll be damned if I’ll stand here in my own
bathroom and listen to this shit.”

Marc lifted his eyebrows in response.

“Screw you.” Rob turned to leave.

“Funny. I don’t remember you being the type to run away from
a fight.”

“Funny. I don’t remember you being such an ass.” Rob turned
back around to stare at Marc. “You’ve got a problem I can help you with?”

Marc took a step toward Rob.

“Uh, guys?”

They stopped at the sound of Sara’s voice from the other
room.

Rob opened the door. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she snapped. “You guys do realize that
you’re just in the bathroom and not the Cone of Silence?”

Marc ducked around Rob to stand in the doorway. “Actually
everyone outside the cone could hear the conversation. It was the people inside
who—”

Rob elbowed Marc in the stomach. “That’s her point,
Agent
Smart
. She could hear everything we were saying.”

“Oh…sorry, honey.”

“Sorry,” Rob muttered. He looked down at his feet. He didn’t
want to see the hurt and questions he knew would be in her eyes. Christ, he was
such a pansy.

“This isn’t going to work, is it?”

Rob looked up as Marc tore past him and onto the bed. “No,
honey, it will. You just have to give us a little time. We’ll make it work.” He
glared at Rob. “Won’t we?”

“Yeah, we will,” he answered softly.

Sara didn’t look as though she believed him.

Marc’s expression promised retribution later if he fucked
this up for them.

Rob crossed the room to stand next to the entwined couple.
“We’ll make this work. I promise,” he swore.

“But it’s already causing friction with you guys. I don’t
want this to come between you.” She bit her lip and looked away. “I was being
selfish. I get everything I want and you guys have to fight over scraps. I’m
just as bad as those polygamists in Utah.”

“Hey, I think we have enough martyrs here.” Marc threw a
significant look Rob’s way.

Rob crossed his arms. “I’m not playing martyr.”

“Oh yeah? Then what was all that crap earlier? Just
remember, any lies you tell her screw me too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Blue balls aren’t fatal? Stop lying to her.”

Rob caught on. “Oh…sorry about that… Yeah, Sara, I didn’t
mean to lie to you. It’s a really bad, nasty thing guys don’t want to own up to
but there have been many cases of death by blue balls. I investigated one last
week.”

“Dude, you have to be more convincing.”

Rob narrowed his eyes at Marc.

“Rob?”

He looked up at Sara’s questioning tone. Uncertainty loomed
on her face.

“I-I want this to work. I love you,” he whispered. “But I
can’t lie to you. Blue balls aren’t deadly.”

“You fucker. Why’d you do that?”

“Oh come on, Marc.” Sara groaned. “I knew that already. Even
before Rob’s poor attempt at lying.”

Rob smiled. “It was pretty bad, wasn’t it?”

“That’s okay. I still love you.”

Rob’s breath froze in his chest at her easy declaration. She
loved him. He closed his eyes in relief. Until this moment, he had felt like an
interloper—on the fringes of Marc and Sara’s love.

“Really?” He could have kicked himself at the uncertain,
vulnerable tone. Macho man, he wasn’t.

“You know I do.” Sara grabbed his hand and pulled him onto
the bed. “I wouldn’t be here, in your bed, if I wasn’t.” She gave him the
sweetest, most tender kiss they had ever shared.

He couldn’t resist letting the sharp edge of his hunger leak
in as he became the aggressor in their embrace. His lips devoured her, making
her give everything while they kissed. He couldn’t stop his hands from roving
over her body, searching out all her hidden weak spots.

Ah, like that one.
He smiled against her lips at the
resulting shudder after he pinched her nipple just a little roughly.

Sara pulled back. “Ready for round two?”

“I never finished round one, baby. But I think you might be
a little too new for a replay.”

“There’s more than one way to milk a bull.”

Rob’s heart stuttered at her statement. She wouldn’t…would
she? The mischievous twinkle in her eye had him eager to see what she would
come up with next.

“Yeah, Rob. You spent how many years as a ranch hand? You
should know better.”

Rob fought to not react to Marc’s wry comment. There for
just a moment, he had been alone with Sara. Until
he
had to chime in.

“Uh-huh…” Rob caught his breath as Sara reached toward him.
He realized suddenly he was naked. He’d been naked this entire time—during the
bathroom argument with Marc and his walk to her bedside.

He barely had time to process his embarrassment before every
thought emptied out of his head when Sara pushed him flat on his back and knelt
next to him.

He arched into her wicked tongue as the exquisite torture
began. Sara’s hair tickled his skin as she nibbled and licked all around his
thighs. She never got too close to his aching erection but occasionally her
hair would brush against it.

“Oh God,” he moaned.

“I think it’s time you let someone else have control for a
change,” she whispered.

Rob could only moan in agreement while she finally took his
swollen erection into her hand. He watched in fascination as she stroked him,
squeezing him from base to tip. Then she leaned down and quickly swiped her
tongue across the head, licking up the small amount of liquid seeping out. He
held his breath as he tried to hold himself in check. He couldn’t come yet. He
didn’t want to look like a damn teenager unable to control himself.

He watched through lowered lids as she learned all the
little spots to drive him crazy. When she tickled the seam under his head with
her tongue, his breath left him in a shuddering, wheezing gasp. He fisted his
hands in the blankets, determined not to twine his hands in her hair like he
wanted. He was going to give her total control over him. He owed her. Besides,
she was doing pretty damn fantastic all on her own.

Finally, she took him into her mouth. She slowly advanced,
moving her lips closer and closer to the base. When she held him in her mouth
and swallowed, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“Baby, I’m gonna—I’m almost there,” he panted.

Sara continued her torment, gliding up and down his shaft
and swallowing when she had his entire length in her mouth.

“I’m gonna…” He couldn’t finish as his body arched into the
air. He convulsed as jet after jet erupted from him. Weak, he sank back into
the bed, his entire body lax with satisfaction. He opened his eyes and found
Sara on her hands and knees, still straddling his thighs. She looked at him
deliberately, lifted her head and swallowed.

He groaned. “Oh baby, you have no idea how sexy you are.”

Sara moaned and thrust her hips back. Rob looked beyond her
to where Marc knelt behind the bed, enjoying his own afternoon buffet. He
smiled in satisfaction as Sara rode Marc to her climax. She didn’t care that he
watched, wasn’t intimidated. Christ, she was hot. And sensual. So free.

As she came in a shuddering gasp then collapsed on his legs,
he couldn’t resist running his fingers through her hair just like he’d
fantasized doing. It felt as silky-soft as he’d imagined. While he played with
her hair, he thought about the complex relationship they had given very little
thought to before jumping into bed together this morning. How had they
convinced Sara to do it? Why had he done it? Was it really worth it to have a
tiny slice of heaven if he had to share it?

Sara looked up at him with a shaky smile.

Without a doubt. For her, he’d slay a dragon.

And at least this way, he had a partner along for the fight.

Driving into work on Monday, Sara couldn’t hold back the
grin spreading across her face. Although it hadn’t been the way she had planned
to spend the weekend, she couldn’t imagine a better time. She shuddered as she
remembered the one-night stand idea she’d had Friday night.

Losing her virginity to Rob and Marc had been so special, so
magical, she couldn’t believe she’d ever thought her virginity was something
she should just throw away because it was impeding her love life. Rob and Marc
had made her feel wonderful and loved. She couldn’t wait to get home tonight
and celebrate. After their initial lovemaking on Saturday, her men were adamant
she wasn’t up for any more
fun
.

They’d spent the remainder of the weekend cuddling and
petting on the couch while watching movies. All tame, over-the-clothes making
out. If it wasn’t for the sleeping arrangement, she would have believed she was
back in high school again.

But the nights. She sighed. Sleeping in Rob’s bed sandwiched
between her two men while wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties was her
idea of heaven.

Close to, anyway.

As she pulled up in front of her work, she realized she had
driven the entire way on autopilot. Sighing heavily, she got out of her car.
Heaven would have to wait. Time to get back to reality.

She couldn’t repress the bounce in her step or the silly
grin on her face though. Walking into the dental office, she avoided looking
directly at her coworker, Laura. Sara was sure there was a big, blinking sign
over her head declaring her a “Virgin No More!”

“Someone’s pretty perky for a Monday.”

Laura’s droll voice had Sara’s lips twitching. “What can I
say? It’s a beautiful day.”

“It’s a shitty Monday morning is what it is. The cat puked
in the hallway, which I found this morning with my bare feet, Jerry
mysteriously decided to go to work early, leaving me to sort out the kids and
the babysitter. I’m going to kill the SOB when he gets home tonight. See what
you have to look forward to with married life? Stay single as long as possible.
Believe me.”

Sara bit her lip and looked away. “So who’s coming in this
morning?” She buried her head in the appointment book in front of Laura. She
just couldn’t bring herself to look at her coworker.

“What’s with you this morning?” Laura gasped. “Did you meet
someone?”

Sara avoided the question as she studied the list of
patients. “Oh crap, would you take this one? I really don’t want to see
her
this morning.”

“Only if you answer my question.”

She sighed heavily. “That’s blackmail.”

Sara really didn’t want to talk about her new relationship
with Laura Kennedy of all people. She was the biggest gossip in three counties.
If something happened even within spitting distance of Helios, Laura would know
and relish the opportunity to tell everyone. Hot gossip was a commodity in a
small town.

“Oh, come on,” Laura purred. “It’s just girl talk. No reason
to get all huffy. Whatever you say will stay just between the two of us.”

As if she would fall for that.

“No thanks. I think I’ll handle Bethany’s cleaning this
morning after all.”

“You did meet someone. I knew it. You have
satisfied
woman
written all over you. I could see it from a mile away. So who’s the
new guy?”

Sara closed her eyes in mortification. Avoidance clearly
didn’t work. Denial was her only other option. “I got a new vibrator, okay?”

Stunned silence met Sara’s announcement.

She finally looked over at Laura and found her staring back
in rapt fascination. “Girl, if you have a vibrator that makes you look like
that
the day after, you have to tell me the brand name.”

“After hours, ladies. We’re unlocking the doors in five
minutes and I don’t want my patients to catch wind of that kind of talk.”

Sara’s cheeks burned as Dr. Conner interrupted them.
Embarrassed but thankful for the excuse, Sara nodded and made for the tiny
kitchenette. She inclined her head at Laura’s mouthed, “We’ll talk later.”

This was shaping up to be a hell of a day. And she still had
Bethany’s cleaning to look forward to later.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Sara hesitated outside exam room 3. She really did not want
to go inside. Smug little smirks and those
I’m-better-than-you
looks
waited for her on the other side of the door.

What was it about that woman that transported her back to
high school? Any time she was around
her
, she became a stuttering,
greasy-faced teenager who had accidentally worn the same sweater as Her
Highness on the first day of school. That day was burned forever in her brain.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Laura marching
down the hall toward her. Oh crap. She quickly ducked into the exam room to
avoid
that
confrontation. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“Finally!”

And there it was. That sparkling personality that had
mesmerized every tenth-grade boy she had ever met. And simultaneously
intimidated every girl.

“I’ve been waiting for eons.”

Safely positioned behind Bethany, Sara rolled her eyes.
“Yes, well, we have plenty of patients here today. Thank you for waiting. I see
you are here for a…dental impression.”

The day turned the corner. Making a dental impression for Bethany
would make her month. Hell, it would make her year.

Would it be unprofessional to take pictures? Ah, a girl
could dream.

Sara quickly went to work setting up the tray and mixing the
plaster.

“I saw you at Cat & Mouse Friday night.”

Sara froze. Where was Bethany going with that comment? Had
she seen the episode in the parking lot? Or that little scene on the dance
floor when Rob cut in on her dance with Marc?

“Your outfit was…interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen
anyone quite so…voluptuous wear anything so…well, small. You know, if you need
some help in the clothing department, my friends and I would be happy help you
over lunch one day.” Bethany gave her a saccharine smile and finished under her
breath, “Or a year’s worth of lunches.”

Sara turned back to the tray and continued stirring the
compound. Why did Bethany always get under her skin? She was a grown woman for
crying out loud.

“And really, Sara. That is not the way to catch a man. At
least not the right kind of man. What were you hoping? To trap someone by
getting them so drunk they didn’t realize who they were taking home?”

Sara saw red. She quickly loaded the horseshoe-shaped dental
tray and turned to Bethany.

“All ready. Now, if you’ll just open up.”

“Wait. Isn’t that too much—”

Sara firmly lodged the tray in Bethany’s open mouth. “Now
just bite down.” She curled her lips into a resemblance of a smile. “And in
just a couple of minutes, we’ll be finished.”

Bethany glared at her with eyes that promised retribution.

“So what’s new with you?”

Bethany blinked.

“Sorry. Forgot. Hey, want to know what’s new with me? Uh,
let’s see. I did go to Cat & Mouse Friday night. And just kind of hung out
this weekend. Nothing really special. Oh, hey. Wait. I fucked your ex this
weekend. I take that back, it was pretty special.”

Bethany stared back through narrowed lids. “Mmmph mmmph
mnmmnph.”

“Uh-uh. No talking. We have to let the plaster do its
magic.” Sara chortled.

Having Bethany practically tied down and at her mercy was
every bit as fantastic as she had always imagined. Bethany was legendary with
her
no-touching-my-exes
policy. Like Sara gave a shit. The woman wasn’t
someone she was going to lose sleep over ever again.

“You know that thing he does with his lips…” She sighed.
“That man could make a fortune if he could market that skill.”

She watched in catty pleasure as Bethany wiggled and
clenched her fingers against the armrest. Sara finally understood the whole
mean-girls thing. Sure, she might have come down to Bethany’s level but
sometimes she had to get her hands dirty.

The intercom beeped. Sara rolled her chair across the room
to press the talk button. “Yes?”

“Sara, I need you to see to Mr. Peterson’s cleaning. Laura
had to go home early today.”

“Okay, I just need a few minutes to finish up with Ms. Larson.”

“Melissa is coming in to take care of that.”

On cue, the door opened and Melissa stepped into the room
with an apologetic smile.

Man, this was shaping up to be the best day ever. Laura had
gone home and she didn’t have to be around for Bethany’s dental tray to come
out.

“I’ll be right there.”

Sara stood and walked over to Bethany. “You’re in great
hands, Bethany.” Bending down, she whispered in her ear, “I’ll just leave you
to stew and wonder which of your exes I defiled with my plus-sized body.” She left
Bethany’s side and walked to the doorway. “I’ll see you next week when we fit
you for your…mouthguard, isn’t it?” She tsked. “Maybe this one will finally
take care of that little snoring issue. Ta ta.”

Sara swept from the room with a little added wiggle to her
hips. Sometimes life just offered an opportunity too perfect to pass up. Fuck
the consequences. That had felt good.

Sara swaggered into her small house with a smile on her
face. What had started out as an embarrassing morning had ended with a satisfying
conclusion. Even if she had to pay for that scene with Bethany later—and she
was sure she would—it had been worth it. The look on that woman’s face when
Sara made the snoring comment was priceless.

As she tossed her bag on the couch, Sara noticed the
blinking red light on her answering machine. Strange. No one called her house
phone. Her cell phone was almost an appendage. Everyone knew that. Probably a
telemarketer.

Sara pawed through her purse for her cell. Rob and Marc
should still be at work but she could always tease them with a naughty little
text message. Just as she started scrolling through the menu, the phone started
vibrating and the chorus of
Single Ladies
belted out. Okay, it was a
little tacky but she had been really hurt after the breakup with Greg the Dick.

Looking at the display, her shoulders sagged when she saw
“Mom” in big black letters.

There went her happy little buzz. No point in putting off
the inevitable though.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Sara? How did you know it’s me? You always scare me with
that voodoo.”

“It’s not voodoo, Mom. It’s called caller ID.”

“Yes, well, it’s still a strange way to answer the phone.”

Sara made a face. “How are you, Mother?”

“Fine until I heard about your little weekend escapade. How
could you, Sara? Did you ever once stop to think about your family? How your
behavior affects us as well?”

Sara opened and closed her mouth as she tried to figure out
what to say. Which escapade was her mother talking about? There was no way in
hell she knew what really happened. Rob and Marc would never gossip about a
girlfriend. Let alone her.

“What have you to say for yourself, young lady?”

Sara cast around for something to say, a slight infraction
to confess to. Coming up empty, she finally gave in. “I have no idea what
you’re talking about.” She held the phone away from her as an outraged gasp
filled her ear.

“Just what else did you do this weekend if you can’t
remember going home with two men?”

Sara slumped in relief. “Come on, Mom. It was Rob and Marc.
No big scandal there.” She laughed weakly.

“That’s not the way I heard it. You left the bar with those
two boys, rubbing up against them like a cat in heat. I thought we raised you
better than that. And to think all those years we prayed for you. Tried to keep
you out of trouble in high school. And for what? You become the slut of Helios
the minute our backs were turned! Two? Two men, Sara? Have you become that big
of a slut that just one won’t satisfy you?”

Sara shrank farther and farther into the couch with each
accusation. What could she say to her mother? Deny it? The truth would come out
eventually. Especially if they ever hoped to have a life in their little town.
Sara bit her lip as tears filled her eyes.

“What have you to say for yourself, young lady?”

“I-I…” She sighed. “It’s true, Mother. I spent the weekend
with Rob and Marc. And we’re in a…relationship. All three of us.” She flinched
as another shriek erupted from the other end of the line.

“Well, you’re no daughter of mine.”

“Mom, wait—”

“No. If you want to live that kind of lifestyle, I want
nothing to do with it or
you
.”

A dial tone sounded in her ear.

Her mother had hung up on her. She’d disowned her and then
hung up.

Sara sat silently and stared dry-eyed at the darkened screen
of her cell phone. Who would have told her? What was she going to do? She knew
their relationship would be tough for her mother to handle but to disown
her—without any discussion?

She would never see her father or her brother or her little
niece, Emma. Her mother ruled their family with her iron will. No one would
ever dare cross her.

So that was it. She was out of the family. Given her
mother’s fanatical beliefs, she’d always known this was a possibility. It had
hung over her head her entire life like the sword of Damocles. One wrong step
and it all came crashing down.

That was it. Her mother wouldn’t back down and there was no
way in hell Sara would give up her guys. With a heavy heart, she hit her
answering machine button on her way to the kitchen. The first message was a
telemarketer trying to sell her something. Sara listened with half an ear as
she searched the freezer for some comfort food. After a day like this one, a
girl needed some ice cream.