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“Fuck.” He panted loudly, his hands shifting on the bonnet of the car, his strong arms vibrating with tension. It was Vico’s mouth on the back of his neck as he sank against him, riding him to the hilt that released his groan of ecstasy.

  Astrid curved her hips higher, accommodating the thrust of Deacon’s cock, swelling ever more in his ecstasy, it pressed deep and hard against the neck of her womb. She was overwhelmed with its power; the way each touch there spread a pool of heat through her body. When he drew back and began to ride the wave, she chased for it again.

  They negotiated their unified rhythm, Vico’s arms around Deacon. Deacon nestled his face close to her, groaning as his mouth rode up against her neck with each thrust. He seemed overwhelmed by sensation. Entwined, their passion strutted rhythmically between the three of them. Their bodies were locked into a chain, Astrid the anchor for the two men. Deacon began to growl and it was a low guttural sound, when his climax approached.

  Astrid ground against the throbbing pressure of his cock, and the intensity of the sensation had her right there on the edge of climax. The walls of her sex stretched to capacity as Deacon’s cock surged and let rip, and she was led towards heaven by the consecutive ejaculations that triggered her own orgasm. When he shuddered to completion she gripped and clawed, her body flexing and reaching.

  With a muted scream she rode the back of her climax.

  She gasped, her breath rasping into her lungs, and opened her eyes. Deacon was still against her, raised up on his arms, looking down at her with silent admiration. Vico had withdrawn and was zipping his fly. When she smiled his way, he closed on her and kissed her cheek gently, his breath warm on her face, one hand on Deacon’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly.

  “Can we do this again,” she whispered, touching them both, breathless laughter escaping her mouth.

  Vico’s eyebrows lifted, and he gave her a wicked grin. “You bet.”

  Chapter Five

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  A month later Deacon walked out of the workshop and looked across at the pillar-flanked reception doorway of Astrid’s office block. Craning his neck, he watched the people emerging for sight of her. Any minute now, she’d be on her way. Anticipation burned in him. He was more than ready to admit how much she’d come to mean to him.

  On the forecourt, her classic sports car gleamed. They insisted that she park it there instead of the office car park, so that they could work on it as and when time permitted. They’d both formed an attachment to the car, probably because she’d wanted to have sex on it. Deacon had overhauled the engine in his spare time over the last couple of weeks, and he looked at it proudly, knowing how much she'd love the extra responsive kick down.

  Vico strolled out behind him, drawing down the shutters and activating the alarms as he did so. Deacon checked him out. His friend was wearing his most prized designer shirt and highly polished boots with tight jeans. “You know, you brush up pretty good when you make an effort.”

  Vico grinned. “What can I say, I’m a chameleon. I fit in anywhere.”

  Astrid walked out of her office block right at that moment, waving goodbye to the woman she was with. The woman stopped dead when she saw them waiting for her, staring over. It looked as if Astrid was being true to her word and being open about seeing a mechanic. Or two. The expression on the woman’s face was intrigued, not disapproving.

  Deacon tried not to smile. Who wouldn’t be fascinated? He was enjoying it, even if he sometimes had to double guess himself and wonder at the physical side he had with Vico. Vico made it easy though. He was so easy going, nonchalant to a fault.

  Astrid was carrying a picnic basket. She even made that look like an elegant accessory. It was cooler than when they had first met in the height of the summer and she wore a fitted jacket that he longed to slip off. He loved her shoulders, loved every bit of her. “What did we do to deserve a woman like that?”

  Vico didn’t reply and a moment later Deacon looked at his friend to check he was okay. Vico stared back at him, his expression serious. “You love her.”

  Deacon shrugged, an instinctive brush off, then thought about it, looking back at her strolling over with a smile that made his blood pump. “Yes. But you feel the same way, I know it.”

  Vico fidgeted with the collar on his shirt. “I do care, for you both.” Meeting Deacon’s gaze, he looked possibly the most uneasy Deacon had ever seen. “I just don’t want to come between you.” He laughed. “Well, I do, but you know what I mean. I don’t want to stop something deeper from happening between you two.”

  Deacon wondered if he’d grown bored with them and the three-way set up, but he didn’t think so. Quite the opposite, in fact. If anything Vico was devoting more time to this relationship than he had to any previous one. “Vico, this happened because of you. I never would have had the nerve to ask her out if you hadn’t pushed it. I jumped at the chance you set up, but you’re important to both of us, don’t think otherwise.”

  “If you say so.”

  They quietened as she drew closer.

  She put the basket down by the truck and then joined them on the forecourt. “Hey guys, ready to go celebrate our one month anniversary? I have the picnic.”

  She gestured back at the basket. They were planning to go out to the picnic ground, their first haunt. She frowned. “What’s up?”

  “I was thinking of giving you two some time alone,” Vico announced.

  Astrid frowned. “Doesn’t the picnic idea appeal to you? I suppose it is a bit sentimental of me.”

  “Of course it appeals. It’s just…well, I got to thinking maybe you two wanted some time alone now, you know, things are getting more serious and I figured I might be in the way.” He shoved his hands in his jeans pocket and glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

  That’s what it was about. Deacon sighed inwardly. He was pretty sure he knew how Astrid would react, but he wanted to know for sure what she would say.

  Her eyebrows lifted, her expression startled. Then her gaze darted to Deacon. When he saw the question in her eyes, he realised she might think Vico had discussed this with him already. He shrugged one shoulder. She gave him an almost imperceptible nod, and something passed between them. In that split second he knew how well they understood each other, and that rocked his world.

  “Vico,” she said, voice like warm honey, teasing him, “I appreciate your concern, as I'm sure Deacon does.” She paused. Deacon nodded. “But we haven’t finished with you yet.”

  Vico’s expression broke into a relieved grin. Astrid cupped his face with her hands and kissed him. “For as long as you want to be here, I want you, both of you.”

  Deacon slapped Vico’s back. “That goes for me too, buddy.”

  “I have champagne…and spicy snacks…” Astrid tempted, lightening the atmosphere.

  “Okay, I’ll come on the celebratory picnic under one condition.”

  “What’s that?” Astrid said.

  “This picnic has to last until dusk, until every one else has gone from the site and we can take full advantage of it, if you know what I mean…”

  There was no doubting what he meant.

  “You got it,” she replied, and then linked arms with them both and the three of them headed to the truck together.

  Deacon opened the truck door and helped her in while Vico went around to the driver’s seat. “You do realise we are both madly in love with you?” he whispered, unable to help himself.

  She stilled, staring at him, and then smiled. “That’s just as well,” she replied, and winked.

  When he climbed in alongside her in the cab, Deacon couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

  About the Author

  I'm British by birth, but because of my parent's nomadic tendencies I grew up travelling the globe—an only child with a serious book habit. I dreamt of being a writer since the age of 12 and finally began writing seriously in the late 1990s. By that time I'd got myself a BA in Art History, a Masters in Literature and the Visual Arts, and I'd
worked in all manner of diverse careers—but the stories in my head simply had to be written.

  My first erotic short story was published by Virgin publishing's Black Lace imprint in '97 and things really took off from there. Every spare moment was spent on the stories that bubbled away in my imagination. I’ve now had work published in over forty anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica and the Black Lace Wicked Words series. It was such a thrill for me to find that readers enjoyed my stories. I started working on longer projects around 2003, and since then I’ve had work published by US publishers Harlequin Spice, Red Sage, Penguin Heat, and the Juno Books fantasy line. I'm very happy to be part of the team at Total-e-Bound.

  Nowadays I live in the north of England—close to the beautiful, windswept landscape of the Yorkshire moors—with my real life hero, Mark. Mark supports my work through all its ups and downs, and somehow manages to keep me sane and grounded when fiction threatens to take over.

  Email: [email protected]

  Saskia loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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