“I bet that pissed him off,” Grant said.
“Yeah. A lot.”
* * * *
Susie finally smiled a little, Grant was happy to see. “There’s an expiration date on the charity,” she continued. “And there’s a clause in the will that if Jack refuses to perform his job, or refuses to accept the position given to him, I can fire him. I didn’t have the energy to fight this fight before now. Because it’s not just a fight against him, but his parents, too. Now I feel strong enough to start pushing back for a change. The thirty-month window is nearly up. All I have to do is make him miserable enough to quit and I’m rid of him for good. After I buy his shares back.”
“He owns part of the business?” Grant wanted a whack at the fucker himself.
“Sort of, but not really.” She explained the situation to him, which made sense. “The shares will be worth more to him cashed in with me. So I’m going to time it just right to make him want to walk for a buyout. Then he’s out of my hair for good.”
“What about his parents?”
She shrugged. “I’m finally at the ‘I don’t give a shit’ phase. The business is growing. I’ve done that. I took John’s plans and everything he taught me and I’ve kept things going. This is one fight I’m finally ready to face head-on.” She turned to look him in the eye. “Seems like my timing was perfect, now that I think of it.”
“Why’s that, sweetheart?”
“Because now I know I’m strong enough. With the two of you back in my life, I can do anything.”
“I want you to know we’re not after your money, either,” Grant said.
She smiled. “That wasn’t a worry I had. Not about you two.”
“And we need to talk to Ed,” Grant said.
In the light of day, yes, it spooked him a little how fast and well everything was going, but if they weren’t risking anything but their hearts right now, he damn sure was willing to let it play out. The worst-case scenario would be they had a fun weekend, or week, or whatever, and then went on with their lives if she decided to walk away.
Best-case?
The puzzle piece they’d never realized was missing had just fit herself perfectly into place in their lives.
“I guess I was pretty naive, huh?” she asked.
“Why?”
“That I didn’t realize Ed knew all of this. Hell, John had him as his attorney when we met. Before that. Ed must have known, now that I think of it. I mean, John left letters with Ed to give to me.”
“We’ll find that out from Ed when we talk to him. I’ll give him a call this week and see if he’ll be at dinner next Saturday.”
“Dinner?”
“A group from the Suncoast Society gets together nearly every Saturday night at Sigalo’s. Don’t worry, it’s a completely vanilla dining experience. And the monthly munch is this coming Sunday. You’re going with me. Darryl has to work, but I want you to meet people.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She didn’t sound convinced.
“You can even spend the whole weekend at our house next weekend. Kyle won’t be there.”
“He’ll be there this Monday and Tuesday nights,” Darryl said. “Chelsey has to work those nights.”
“If you want to wait to have him meet me, I understand.”
Grant left that decision up to Darryl. In that way, Grant had given Darryl absolute control. Kyle wasn’t his son, even though he loved the kid as if he was, and he was Kyle’s godfather. Grant looked at Darryl.
“Let’s play it by ear,” Darryl said. “I want you to meet him sooner rather than later, but he’s twelve. He’s smart. I don’t want to accidentally lock us into having to play a certain role. It’s hard enough now for me to remember not to call Grant ‘Sir’ when Kyle’s home.”
“Your ex sounds like a piece of work,” she said.
“She can be. She’s definitely not my favorite person. But during the last go-round, Ed pointed out to her that she’s making nearly twice as much money as me, so maybe it’s time I quit and became a stay-at-home dad again and took care of Kyle full time and she paid me alimony and child support. That backed her down really fast. So it’s been an uneasy truce for the past year and a half. I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want to lose my job. There’s no guarantee a judge would reverse the standing arrangement and give me all of that if I did. But it was a strong enough bluff on Ed’s part to make her think twice.”
“I do love Ed,” she said. “He’s a pit bull.”
“Yes, he is,” Grant said. “That’s one of the reasons he’s got so many faithful clients in the kinky community. They know he’s one of them and he’ll fight for one of them without judging them in the process. He doesn’t need to advertise. He gets word-of-mouth referrals from all of us, all the time.”
“We know a couple of good accountants, too,” Darryl joked.
“My CFO at the dealership does my personal taxes for me for a little extra every year,” she said. “But I’ll keep it in mind.”
“It doesn’t bother you that you’re way out of our league, does it?” Darryl quietly asked.
She sat up and met his gaze. “What? What are you talking about?”
“I’m going to throw it out there,” Darryl said. “I only make thirty grand a year. That’s barely enough to live on with having to pay alimony and child support. I’d be up shit creek if not for living with Grant. He’s better off than me, but you have to be far outside our income brackets.”
Grant had to admit that thought crossed his mind, too, but he wasn’t going to say it. He watched her face carefully.
She almost seemed to get angry.
“I’m only going to say this once,” she finally said. “I love you two guys. If you two didn’t give a shit about my financial situation when I was growing up, what makes you think I’d give a shit about yours now? Really? You think that little of me?”
“No!” they both said, but Grant let Darryl continue. “I’m sorry. I…just wanted it out there. I’m not very proud of the fact that I let myself get used for so many years and basically reduced to the kindness of others to crawl back to where I am.”
“Another reason we need to talk to Ed,” Grant said. “I don’t want finances to fuck up our relationship.”
She met his gaze, and he spotted the tears welling in her eyes again. “We were doing pretty good before I lost John,” she said. “We also had personal life insurance on each other, and the corporation had insurance on him. Now on me,” she added. “I’m okay. You remember senior prom?”
Grant smiled. “You looked beautiful.”
“Yeah, and do you remember why?”
He frowned. “I don’t understand.”
She poked him and Darryl in the chest. “Somebodies pooled their money, and borrowed money from their parents, to buy me a dress and take me to dinner and the dance. I couldn’t have afforded a dress. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that. So if anything, I’m glad I’m finally in a position where I can repay the favor.”
She settled against his chest again. “There are countless things I’ve wished I could repay you for, most of them things you two did. I was closer to you guys and your parents than my own parents.”
“Didn’t they help you when John died?”
“They showed up, but they were too busy bickering with each other to be much help. Kristin and Ed finally sent them away.”
Grant nuzzled the top of her head again. “You’ll never be alone again, sweetheart. I promise. Not unless you ask us to be alone.”
She let out a weighty sigh that broke his heart. “Don’t make me a promise you’re not sure if you can keep,” she whispered. “John promised me he’d never leave me, and he didn’t exactly have control over that.”
Grant cupped her cheek with his palm and kissed her. “I promise I’ll do my best. How’s that?”
She nodded. He wished he hadn’t gone down this path, because shadows now clouded her features.
That was the last thing he w
anted to do, make her sad.
“That’s a promise I can live with,” she said.
“I think it’s time we get out of these clothes and I get to play with you before we have lunch.”
“Play?” she asked.
He grinned. “By play of course I mean I want to spank that gorgeous ass of yours again while you’re sucking Darryl’s cock. Actually, I think it’s time Darryl gets to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. You can suck my cock while he spanks you and fucks you.”
She answered with a grin of her own, lifting his heart. “That sounds wonderful, Sir.”
Chapter Ten
After collapsing in a breathless heap from that round, Susie found herself snuggled in the middle of the bed between the men, her ass pleasantly stingy, her pussy deliciously aching from a thorough fucking, and her heart and soul salved in a way she never dreamed possible.
“When’s lunch?” Darryl muttered.
Grant reached for his phone, fumbling it, finally getting it where he could look at it. “An hour. Snuggle time.”
She finally said it. “Can I ask you guys something?”
“Of course,” Darryl said. “You can ask us anything.”
“How’d you two go from roommates to hooking up?”
Darryl snorted. “Because he’s a sneaky bastard.”
“You weren’t saying that at the time,” Grant playfully shot back.
“Yeah, I was.”
“Oh. Right. You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes. It wasn’t a complaint, either. Do you want to tell her, Sir? Or do you want me to?”
“I think we both should.” Grant rolled onto his side to face her. “I’ll start. He’d been living with me for about six months. He knew I was kinky, because I’d told him. He needed to know if he was going to live with me.”
“I already knew you were kinky.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to make sure you knew you might hear stuff from time to time.”
Damn, they still even bantered the way they had in high school.
“Anyway, I got sneaky.”
“Sneakier,” Darryl said.
“I was playing with a woman who liked being in the middle from time to time. She’d met Darryl and told me she wouldn’t mind it if I wanted to ask him to play with us. I already knew I was bi. I strongly suspected from some observations and subtle manipulations that Darryl swung toward the subby side of things.
“I brought her home with me one Friday night when I knew Darryl didn’t have the excuse of having to be up early to bail on me. We snuggled on the couch, and she started putting the moves on him.”
“She was hot,” Darryl admitted. “Then Grant got even sneakier.”
“Yeah, I did,” Grant said, an unrepentant grin crinkling his eyes. “We were all naked, and I had him on his knees in front of her, going down on her. So I reached out, grabbed a handful of his hair, and ordered him to make her come.”
“I nearly came,” Darryl said.
Grant laughed. “Yeah, you did. So I told him if he was a good boy for me and made her come hard, I’d let him fuck her.”
“Then he played with my balls and started slowly stroking my cock.”
“And fingered your ass.”
“And fingered my ass.”
She giggled. “Sounds like a party.”
“It was,” Grant said. “Within an hour, I had him begging me to fuck his ass while he was fucking her.”
“And the next morning, I woke up in the middle of the two of them and thought oh hell, what’d I just do?”
“Then I woke up and started sucking his cock,” Grant said. “And he realized he didn’t care what it was we’d done.”
“True story.” Darryl nuzzled his face against the back of her neck. “He told me I had two choices, to either lay back and enjoy it and keep an open mind, or to live the rest of my life scared of my own shadow. So I decided to enjoy it.”
“Didn’t hurt that after I got him worked to a horny frenzy, I had our friend lay on the bed, got him on top of her sixty-nine, and then I fucked his ass again.”
“Yeah,” Darryl said with a happy sigh. “Then they kept edging me for the better part of an hour.”
Grant draped an arm over her, stroking Darryl’s arm. “Made him beg to come. But what’d I do?”
Darryl snickered. “You made me beg you to come in my ass first, Sir.”
“See?” Grant said. “Operant conditioning. And then once we all woke up, got some coffee in us, and were able to talk for a little while, Darryl finally admitted something I’d hoped I’d been right about for some time.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“That I was really attracted to him as more than a friend,” Darryl said.
“Which was a good thing, because I was finally able to admit to him that I was bi and that I was in love with him, and had been for years. His reward for that admission was getting to lay there while she rode his cock and he got to suck my cock.”
“We are going to try some of these permutations ourselves, aren’t we?” Susie asked. “Because I got to tell you, once I get some strength back, I’m going to want to do them. All of them.”
Grant nuzzled her nose with his. “Oh, absolutely, baby. Believe me, we’re going to fill you up every which way we can.”
“So then what happened?” she asked.
“By that night,” Darryl said, “I’d spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours fucking, getting fucked, sucking cock, having my cock sucked, and realizing that I was in love with my best friend, and that it was okay. Once she had to go home because she had to work the next day, I had a good long, hard cry on Grant’s shoulder and we started talking.”
“And talking,” Grant added.
“And talking,” Darryl continued. “And…we ended up here.”
“How long before you became his slave?”
“That was a few months in the making,” Darryl said. “He didn’t just start spanking me that night. I wanted to try some stuff out. I had to get comfortable with the fact that not only was it okay to look at his cock, but that he wanted me sucking it, or wanted it buried in my ass. I realized I liked how it felt when I let him have control in bed, and it started expanding from there. Which the sneaky bastard knew it would.”
Grant grinned. “Tell me you hated it.”
“I loved it, and you damn well know it, Sir.”
“He sometimes got a little possessive if any of our play partners decided they wanted more than just to play,” Grant said.
Darryl sighed. “You were my Master, Sir. I didn’t care if we played with them, or you topped them, but any time one of them wanted more than just fun, she was out of there.”
She rolled over so she could look Darryl in the eye. “You won’t get jealous of me? You had him first.”
“No, baby. This is different.” Darryl stroked her cheek. “We were meant to be together, the three of us. I firmly believe it. Like he said, if we’d known then what we know now, we wouldn’t have let you get away back then. We were scared, stupid kids. Maybe it’s better this way. I can appreciate what we have, and I know I’m a lot smarter than I was. I’m not scared to love you, and I’m definitely not jealous about sharing you two with each other.”
At some point during their talking, she felt Darryl’s cock harden between them. With a little bit of squirming on her part, she was easily able to slide him inside her with a satisfied sigh.
Grant propped himself up on his elbow behind her, leaned over, grabbed a handful of Darryl’s hair in his hand, and kissed him.
Pinned between them, all she could do was watch and enjoy the sexy show.
“Fuck our girl,” Grant hoarsely ordered. “Fill her up.”
They got her onto her back. Darryl’s eyes dropped closed as he started thrusting, pistoning his hips. There wasn’t much she could do to help except lie there and enjoy it, from the way Grant had her penned in.
“When you get done fucking her,” Grant said, “You’ll get
to show her how well you suck cock. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, already sounding deep in subspace.
“I know one thing I’m going to enjoy doing this weekend is lying back while you sit on my cock and she sits on my face and I get to make both of you come.”
She tried to squirm a little against Darryl but she couldn’t manage quite the right angle to get her clit some action.
“Stop wiggling, girl,” Grant sternly ordered. “Let him fuck you.”
She fell still, heart racing, body completely at their mercy.
Loving every second of it.
Darryl’s hips rocked, one hand holding onto her hip for traction even as Grant pulled Darryl’s head closer. “Whose cock is fucking her pussy?” Grant asked.
“Your cock, Master. You own me.”
Holy…fuck! It felt hard to breathe from how sexy this was.
Grant’s gaze dropped to her. “That’s right. Good boy. And whose pussy are you fucking right now?”
“Your pussy, Master.”
Grant’s smile widened, pinning her in place. “That’s right. Good boy. Unless I say otherwise you have my permission to fuck her whenever and wherever you want.”
“Thank you, Master!”
He leaned in, his lips directly over hers. “Who owns you?”
“You do, Master,” she whispered.
“Whose cock’s fucking you?”
“Your cock, Master.”
“Good girl. And whose pussy is that? Whose sweet ass is that?”
“They’re your pussy and your ass, Master.” What little weight remained in her soul rolled off her shoulders, setting her free. She felt like if it wasn’t for the men’s bodies holding her there, she’d float right out of the bed.
“Good girl. Such a very good girl. My good girl.” He kissed her, lifting his lips from hers as he still stared into her eyes. “One of my rules,” he said, “is that if I want your body, I get it. Understand? You don’t tell me no.”
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