After the wedding and the reception, Eve snatched at the zipper running down the back of her dress while cursing Milo for disappearing on her. He was somewhere in the suite but it was just so massive, she would need an intercom system to find him quickly. She couldn’t quite reach the fastener, and felt ridiculous, contorting herself to no avail.

The day had all been such a rush of romance and satisfaction, and she was tired. The prospect of finally putting on some regular clothes and taking a shower was a delicious one. How was it possible that she could sweat so much at a wedding taking place at snowy Beaver Creek?

She wanted to keep thinking about smell and exhaustion and this dress, as they would keep the cacophony of her other thoughts, her real ones, at bay.

Like how she hadn’t seen Cliff in all the rushing crowd after the wedding. She had passed him as she strode down the center aisle, and she knew he was staring. She could feel his eyes burning into her chest. But on her way back through, he wasn’t there, or at the reception, either. She smiled, she laughed, she drank a bit too much champagne and danced her ass off to Shout and other such classics. There was a little place in her heart that remained watchful, and unaffected by the celebrations. She didn’t know where Cliff was. Had he left as he had threated to? Was it really all over now?

“Hey, baby,” Milo’s voice interrupted her runaway thoughts.

Eve realized that she had stopped jumping around and fumbling for her zipper, and now just stood in front of the long mirror, staring at herself with limp hands resting on her hips, her eyes completely blank.

“Do you need some help?” he went on, approaching from one of the many semi-hidden doors along either wall. She was pretty sure he’d just emerged from the study.

“A little help would be great,” Eve answered delicately. The pipe in her voice was just one notch too high, and Milo hesitated.

“What’s up?” he asked, stepping around to her back and grasping the zipper.

“Cliff’s gone,” Eve pouted. “You know it’s true.”

Milo grimaced behind her in the mirror. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He sighed, as he unzipped her dress. “He’ll come around.”

“You don’t know that.”

The dress separated from Eve’s torso, freeing her breasts, which felt so hot and sweaty, pinned away in that rich satin corseting, and then the door to their suite swung open.

Cliff marched in, eyes wide and face tense, like he was itching for a fight. He was wearing a suit beneath a jacket and a wool cap, crusted in fresh snowfall. He scooped the hat off his head and his hair sprang up, as unruly as ever.

“Cliff!” Eve cried, rushing down the steps in bare stockinged feet with her dress still half-down her body, its bodice wiggling in the space inches from her skin. Her breasts bouncing with each step. The blush spotting her cheeks and the wildness in her eyes made her look furious, and hot. “You’re still here!”

“Hey,” Milo said softly from behind her, following at a slower pace. His roughness had all drained away, in its place something more akin to awe. “We thought you left.”

Cliff nodded and looked back and forth between them. His eyes were dark and alive.

“You believe in us,” he said, and for a moment, Eve and Milo were confused. “You believed in me.”

Eve blinked.

“Are you quoting Brie’s vows?” She almost giggled, and Milo grinned beside her.

“Yes,” Cliff admitted hastily, “because they were perfect. Let me finish. You taught me—”

“We were there,” Eve reminded Cliff sweetly.

“We remember,” Milo added. He still couldn’t stop grinning.

“And I’m topless,” Eve said. “So—”

“Shut up, both of you,” Cliff groaned, collapsing into Eve and smothering himself in her neck. His hands fumbled behind her and gripped Milo. Cliff’s mouth traveled eagerly from her throat to Milo. Her heart raced at being pinned between the men, and her hands snaked up around the back of Milo’s neck causing her nipples to rise up along the chest of Cliff’s suit. “Just let me have it,” Cliff breathed, his mouth pulling from Milo’s, lingering for a moment, then returning to Eve. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and she gasped and whimpered.

“I can’t believe you stayed,” Eve breathed.

“I can,” Milo said, scooping Eve up from behind and walking backwards with her wedged between himself and Cliff, her thighs open to cup Cliff’s torso and her ass clutched in Milo’s rough hands. Cliff’s tongue penetrated her mouth, dipping in and out of her lips. Eve’s heart was pounding out of her chest, and she sucked at his tongue eagerly.

“Take the bed,” Milo instructed the other two. Eve and Cliff broke for air, and Milo took that opportunity to heave her backwards onto the bed. The ceiling blurred overhead, and she landed with a bounce on the plush master bed, her stockinged thighs spread open beneath a cloud of pink taffeta.

Cliff mounted her immediately, panting like a dog, ripping the sheer hose down her legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Milo caught them in the air and tore through the crotch, dividing them into two strips of nylon. Eve didn’t even pause to question this action. Her hands fumbled at the buttons running down his shirt as Cliff shrugged off his jacket. They moved frantically and without grace. Milo wrapped one stocking leg around the bottom bedpost, then connected it to Eve’s ankle and knotted it. Her pupils dilated with excitement at the mildly painful sensation. Her fingers went next to Cliff’s zipper—she could see the bulge running down his inseam, and she could see the coin-sized dampness of pre-cum on the fabric. She unsheathed him while he was whipping his belt overhead and Milo fastened her other ankle to the other bedpost.

Cliff loomed between her thighs, now only wearing boxer-briefs and a pair of dress socks, breathing haggardly.

“Um, wait,” Eve burst. “This dress is insanely uncomfortable.”

Cliff scooped his arms around to Eve’s back and gripped the seam where the open corset and the skirt met. His muscles popped up on either arm and she heard the deep, satisfying rip travel down the gown, then it was pulled away and joined the rest of Cliff’s clothes on the floor. Only Milo remained clothed.

“That was a bold move,” he deduced, tilting his head from one side to the other to enjoy both his view of Cliff’s yoga butt and Eve’s majestic pussy. She wore nothing under the dress. No bra, no panties. Eve blushed, hoping he enjoyed the view. He licked his lips in response.

“Yeah, well, I bought the dress,” Cliff breathed, and when he filled her, the room went dim for a moment. The air was filled with a chorus of angels—which Eve then realized was just her, moaning from one octave to the next. Cliff tugged her hips into the air and stroked into her; Eve trembled and her eyes rolled and she let her first orgasm go without hesitation. She knew there would be many more where that came from. Her muscles wrapped around his thick cock and twisted, sending Cliff’s eyes into the back of his head.

Behind Cliff, Milo quietly opened his zipper and let his rigid manhood fall out like a log of wood.

“Put her down,” Milo instructed in a rugged whisper. “Get flat for me, Cliff.”

Cliff and Eve both mired deep in sexual ecstasy and neither could think of a single reason to not obey Milo. Cliff lowered Eve’s hips, continuing to enter her as they spread themselves down onto the mattress.

Light danced in the corners of Eve’s eyes and she arched her back, letting another thundering orgasm take her. She had never experienced anything this intense, each climax building on the last. Her pussy never stopped shuddering, never stopped slathering Cliff’s cock in her juices. She felt sure that if it wasn’t for the nylons binding her ankles apart, she would have been able to fly.

* * *

Cliff was also lost in a similar state of mindless abandon. He only distantly recognized the prodding and coaxing of Milo’s bulbous head at his rear, slipping between his cheeks and teasing open his asshole. Right now, Cliff’s body was so loose and so hot, he stretched easily for his lover, and an explosive sensation unleashed in his pelvis as Milo’s exquisite shaft filled him. He thrust into Eve again, uncertain that his shaft could go much longer without spewing semen everywhere, and Milo traveled down with him, their hips connecting with Eve’s.

Eve’s half-lidded emerald eyes met Milo’s and she cried out wildly when she realized what was happening—that she was fucking them both, that Cliff was cradled perfectly between their sexes.

When Milo came down with Cliff, he filled him, and Cliff filled Eve. All three of them were writhing and moaning, completely lost in the present. Cliff thought he might lose his actual mind. The pleasure was overflowing and there was no longer any barrier. The deluge between Eve’s legs let Cliff’s cock plunge fully, back and forth, into the silky, twisting, drenched embrace of her orgasmic pussy. Each time he filled her, Milo’s rock hard girth coursed into him, rubbing intensely over his own G-spot. His eyes rolled up into his head. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand it.

He pulled away from Eve, and Milo pulled away from him; the intensity relented, and Cliff could breathe again. The stars in his eyes faded. Logical, human thought—however fuzzy—tried to rise up from the soup of his sex-addled brain. But then he plunged back down into Eve, and Milo plunged back down into him, and the elements all rose to a froth and roared around him again.

“I’m going to come,” Cliff tried to warn them. They hadn’t been having sex for that long, yet time seemed to be on pause. Blood pounded through his entire body and his sweat dripped down onto Eve.

“Good,” Milo breathed into his ear, reaching a hand around to grab the base of Cliff’s bare cock. He held the skin tightly and Cliff pulsed hard without any more stimulation than that. He buried himself in Eve again, and this time, the sensation was too explosive to hold back. “Good,” Milo repeated, “because I’m about to come with you.”

Cliff’s vision blinked out for a minute and a hard shudder ran down the length of his cock, letting him know that something massive was traveling to its tip. At the same time, Milo expanded inside him like a hammer, pounding into him with new ferocity.

And then everything turned gold and sang. A shower of sparkles unleashed beneath Cliff’s skin and the constant massage of his prostate caused his semen to come pumping out. Cliff buried his sweaty face into Eve’s neck and cried out to God. The bed was shaking. He was thrusting without even realizing it—hard, tight, small thrusts, like every last drop needed to be pumped deep.

Behind him, Milo pumped his hips in minute thrusts as the last of his cum was unleashed.

Slowly, the room came back into focus. Cliff was still breathing hard, as if he’d run a marathon. Milo’s cock was still deep inside him, and his own was still in Eve. The three of them lay in a sweaty tangle, their hearts pounding and eyes half closed. Milo slowly pulled out of Cliff, but Cliff didn’t have the will power to pull out of Eve. He wasn’t ready for this moment to end. He wanted Milo back inside him. He wanted more. Forever.

* * *

“Showers,” Milo instructed, reluctantly pulling himself out of Cliff. “We stink.”

Out of the three of them, Milo had the most energy left and he hobbled to the shower. He twisted the nozzle to bring a hard, thick spray of steamy water down into the stall.

The shower was massive and that gave Milo an idea. He wasn’t done with the others yet. Eve trudged into the bathroom and was closely followed by a very dazed-looking Cliff. But as soon as they were inside the steamy stall with Milo, he scooped up a loofah and got to work on them himself, massaging their drained muscles, and tenderly cleaning them. He scooped the loofah along the line between Cliff’s ass cheeks and ran it up and down, relishing the white trail of bubbles that slid over that perfect, tight buttocks.

“Remember, Cliff?” Milo wondered thoughtfully, rinsing the loofah and applying more soap to it. He worked the cream into a coconut-smelling lather and snaked his arm around Eve’s hips, sliding the sponge between her thighs and giving that juicy pussy one light swipe. “Remember the last time we were in a shower stall together?”

Cliff glanced over his shoulder and his lip quirked knowingly. He looked better. He looked refreshed. Milo knew that he did remember the Monday after Galen’s birthday party, when they had had their little fight in the gym locker room, and Cliff had been the one to follow Milo to his shower, to take Milo into his mouth and bring him to orgasm right there in the locker room.

This time around, Eve was with them, and she was theirs, both of theirs.

Cliff must have been thinking the same thing—how these months had changed their dynamic—because his eyes flicked knowingly to Eve. “I remember,” he said.

Eve, of course, didn’t know what they were talking about. After all, she wasn’t there. She stood directly under the spray of the shower nozzle and cocked one creamy thigh to the side; a clear syrup dripped from her slit. “Damn,” she breathed, swiping at it with her hand, as if it was a mystery to her. “You came so much, Cliff. I don’t feel like it’s ever going to stop oozing back out of me.”

Milo’s eyes lit across Eve’s sexy curves, her pussy wet with Cliff’s cum, and he bowed down onto the tiles just like Cliff had done those months ago. “I’ll get it,” he promised, scooping a thigh up over his shoulder and running his tongue in a wide fan over Eve’s silky folds. The only thing he loved more than the taste of Cliff, or more than the taste of Eve, was the taste of Cliff and Eve together.

* * *

Chel looked over the crowd at the opening, taking another sip of rather good wine. The sexy sprite of a woman she thought of as her sister-in-law came up the stairs with the rocklike hunk of man that she thought of as her brother-in-law, and she waved at them. She quietly marveled at the fact that it seemed like they’d been around forever, although it had only been three years. They were just Eve and Milo, and they all greeted each other with genuine affection.

“Looks like a success,” she said, her hand gesturing over the crowd. “It’s packed.”

“He’s sold three of the big ones already,” said Eve, beaming with pride. “And I think Malcolm might get him a commission for the new performing arts center.”

Chel spotted her distinguished-looking father talking to a distinguished-looking woman whose picture was often seen on the news, and laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day that Dad would support Cliff’s art.”

“Never say never,” said Milo. “Once Cliff makes up his mind, there’s no stopping him.”

“The problem was getting him to make up his mind in the first place,” said Chel. “He always tried too hard to please Dad, then to find a compromise between what he wanted and what Dad wanted. Ended up being nothing anybody wanted.”

“But that’s all in the past now,” said Eve, who wrapped her arm around Milo’s waist. From their vantage point, they could look across the entire gallery, at the show of Cliff’s paintings and drawings, all figurative abstracts for which they had been the models.

When Cliff finally threw his remaining fears to the wind and embraced their relationship, it was as if he’d given himself permission to not only be what he really was, but to do the work he really wanted to do. He took classes and workshops, funding his passion with his yoga training. And painted and painted and painted, releasing all the art that had pent up in him over the years.

His inspiration was bound up with his love, and he expressed it in strong, bold lines and colors, his figures embracing, fighting, eating, bathing, and loving, singly, in pairs, and in threes. He held nothing back, but allowed himself to let go on the canvas, and the result was art of extraordinary life and irresistible passion.

The threesome had combined their resources to buy a building that housed Milo’s own training center on the ground floor and Cliff’s studio on the floor above. Eve continued blogging, and writing spin-off books, from her office in their apartment on the third and top floor.

And over time, Cliff realized that she was right, that his family really wasn’t all that bothered about his personal life, just as long as he was happy. Josh and Brie, too, were surprised for all of ten minutes.

Cliff looked up at his sister just then, his arms spread wide and his face open with sweet wonderment. The gallery owner was adding red “Sold” dots next to several more artworks. Chel flashed him a thumbs-up with one hand and hoisted her wine glass with the other.

Then he saw Eve and Milo, and started up the stairs. They met him halfway.

Eve giggled in excitement and beamed at him. “Your show is a hit!”

Cliff shook his head. “Can you believe it?”

“Yes,” said Milo, with a hint of a smile, as clear and certain as always.