Page 30 of Take My Throne

“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I warn. “Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t mean a thing. You’re not the only man I love you know.”

“I know.” Romy shrugs. “And I can’t say it doesn’t bother me, but at the same time, I respect your choices. It’s not like I haven’t been with plenty of women. It would be wrong for me to judge you for doing the same. You’ve done your best to be discrete, but I know what’s going on with Archer and Declan. They’re good guys. If you chose one of them over me, I’d be upset, but I’d know you were with someone who really cares about you-–unlike Lucas.”

“Why do you say Lucas doesn’t care about me? It’s thanks to him I was allowed to compete tonight.”

“Have you listened to what you just say? ‘Allowed’? Ivy, you’re the Archaic heir. Nobody allows you to do anything. You do whatever the heck you like-–it’s your birth right!”

I nod slowly, taking in what he said.

“You’re right,” I say. “And you know what I want to do right now? Have sex.”

“That’s my girl,” Romy grins and moves to kiss me, but I put my hand up between our faces.

“But not here. Can we maybe go to your place instead? Lucas will be so caught up in hosting the party, which is going to go on for hours yet. Nobody will notice if we disappear for a while.”

“We can do that.” Romy smiles as we get up and hurry downstairs. But as we pass through the front door, Archer spots us and comes over to join us.

“You two look like you’re up to something,” he says. “Can I join in?”

Romy and I exchange a look. The thought of Archer being involved in our lovemaking is something I’ve daydreamed about before, but never imagined it would be a possibility. The two of them are such macho men, I didn’t think they’d be comfortable being around another guy.

But if you don’t ask, you never know what was possible. What’s the worst that could happen? Archer says no and Romy and I leave together? That would still work. I’ll just imagine Archer is with us, watching.

I stand on tiptoe and whisper in Archer’s ear. “Romy and I are going over to his place to have sex. Want to join us?”

Archer looks over at Romy, who shrugs at him in a gesture that says I’m up for it if you are.

“Okay. But I think we ought to go to my place. We’ll have more privacy there.”

I can’t believe my luck as we go to where Romy and Archer’s bikes are parked. There is still no sign of Lucas as I put on my helmet and climb up behind Romy. I cling tightly around his waist as he starts up the bike. The vibration from the bike’s engine added to the excitement I am feeling. By the time we reach Archer’s house, I’m already soaking. All this time I wondered who I’d choose if I had to, and now I am discovering I don’t have to make that decision.

Romy kicks down the stand on his bike, as Archer walks over to open the door to his house. I climb off, Romy close behind me. He turns to take me by the hand.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “I don’t want you to feel that you’re being forced into anything.”

“What-–and miss out on a new experience?” he asks. “I’ve always told you I want you to be happy and I know you have feelings for Archer. I’m not going to pretend this won’t be a bit weird, but I’m here for you, Ivy. Besides, Archer’s always claimed he’s better in bed than I am. Now we’re both going to find out how wrong he is.”

“Are you two going to stand around talking all night?” asks Archer. “Because I thought we had other plans.”

Romy squeezes my hand, and we follow Archer into his house and down into the basement where he has his home cinema and that enormous bed. The three of us stand there awkwardly for a moment, none of us knowing exactly how to start this.

In the end, I make the first move, taking off my jacket and tossing it to one side before climbing onto the bed.

“Come on, guys.” I pat the bed on either side of me. “As Archer said, we have plans and I want to make the most of our time together before Lucas notices I left our party.”

Romy and Archer crawl onto the bed after me. Romy kisses me, slow and lingering.

“Isn’t Ivy the best kisser?” he asks Archer.

“I’ve always thought so,” Archer agrees, coming to kiss me.

The two of them are very different in their technique and yet they both feel so right against my lips, Romy’s tender loving contrasting with Archer’s urgency. We sit there for a while, the two of them taking turns at kissing me. Whichever way I turn, there’s a man, and I adore them both.

As I kiss Romy, Archer tugs at my top. I break away from Romy and the two of them help me out of my top, revealing a rather unflattering sports bra I’d chosen to protect myself during the race.

“I don’t think you need that anymore,” Romy says, unclipping it at the front. He and Archer pull it open between them, revealing my breasts.

The two of them lean forward, sucking and licking at the breast they are closest to. I close my eyes and throw my head back, running my hands through Romy’s hair and over Archer’s shaven head. The contrast in texture is another reminder that I have two men loving me and I wallow in the feel of them. My hands clench, tugging at Romy’s hair as their tongues flick across my nipples, driving me wild.

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