“Yes, Master.” That’d been one of her rules with John, too. No, he wasn’t an asshole. He’d never made her perform if she wasn’t feeling good.
Truth be told, she loved that he had that rule, though. Loved knowing he could and would take what was his, whenever he wanted it.
Including more than one time in the bathroom in his office at lunch, leaving her pussy filled for the rest of the day.
Or the times she’d knelt under his desk and blown him.
Thank goodness for locking doors and secure office blinds.
“And for the time being,” Grant said, “until I decide to rein him in, when slave wants your body, you don’t tell him no, either. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He let go of Darryl’s hair and reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. “And what’s my rule about masturbation?”
“I don’t,” she said. “Not without Master’s permission.”
“Good girl.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, shocking her when he bit her, but the delicious pain triggering her orgasm. As she exploded, Darryl started moving harder, faster, catching up and finally coming, adding his load to her pussy.
Grant’s pleased chuckle filling her soul. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Oh, and I like to bite.”
She giggled. “I kind of figured, Sir.”
She felt his cock rubbing against her hip. “In fact,” Grant said, “I think it’s time you get to see how well he sucks cock.” He snagged Darryl by the hair. “You guys made me horny.”
Darryl untangled himself from her and she rolled out of the way so he could get into position between Grant’s legs. She snuggled close against Grant’s side, heart racing again as she watched the men lock gazes.
“Oh, no, sweetheart,” Grant said. “You get down there and watch him close up. In fact, why don’t you help him out? You can lick my balls while he sucks my cock.”
He pulled another pillow under his head and laced his hands behind him, smiling down at them as they got into position.
Darryl grinned at her, giving her a kiss. Then, still making eye contact with her, he slowly swallowed Grant’s cock right to the root.
She let out a noise, of need, desire. Fuck, that was damned hot.
“Get busy, sweetheart,” Grant said. “Don’t just watch.”
She did, cupping Grant’s balls in her hand and swirling her tongue around them.
He let out a hiss of pleasure. “Oh, holy fuck, that’s my new favorite thing.”
Darryl chuckled a little around Grant’s cock but he kept bobbing his head up and down his shaft, swirling his tongue around the head before swallowing him again.
When she looked, Grant’s gaze was focused on her, his blue eyes dark with passion.
This…
She could easily spend the rest of her life doing this, with these two men.
It didn’t take Darryl long to work Grant up and get him over. She loved the way Grant’s balls drew up tight before he filled Darryl’s mouth with a load of cum.
She grabbed Darryl and kissed him, hard, enjoying tasting Grant on his tongue.
Grant let out a contented sigh. “Oh, yeah. Definitely my new favorite thing.”
Chapter Eleven
They somehow made it to lunch. Then a little time on the beach, the three of them stretched out on towels next to each other in the sun, before some more playtime in the room and another round of showers.
Nerves filled Susie as they got ready for dinner. There would likely be more people there than there had been at the pool party the night before, and it’d be harder to avoid their new dynamic being detected.
Grant didn’t seem to care. He pulled her into his arms. “I want you to relax.”
“I don’t want to screw up.”
“There’s nothing to screw up. I sincerely doubt anyone will think twice about old friends being cozy with each other. Especially since you’re widowed. Anyone who knew us knew how close we were. Anyone who might be here who knows us now, not that I expect to see any, likely won’t give a shit.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” In that way, it would be tricky falling back into that pattern of letting go when nervous or anxious. It’d been a skill she’d had to refine, hone, reinforce after losing John, to take care of herself in that way.
“If we’re not worried about it,” Darryl said, “you shouldn’t be.”
True. They both had a lot more to lose than she did. The worst that could happen with her would be that people talked about her. Which she didn’t care about. Her concern had always been more for John than herself. She’d never wanted anyone to think badly of him, that he was “abusing” her, when the exact opposite was the case.
Likewise, she never wanted to be the reason anyone spoke ill of either of these two men.
She loved them.
That slammed into her brain. Yes, she’d said it to them, and they’d said it back.
Somehow…the impact had escaped her until now.
Grant tipped her chin up and made her look him in the eye. “You’re doing it again. Where’d you go?”
She told him.
He pulled her close again, motioning for Darryl to step in, too. “Sweetheart,” Grant said, “we’re two adult men, capable of taking care of you and ourselves. Your job isn’t to worry about that. Let us do the worrying. Seriously. All you have to do is lean on us and follow our leads.”
“How can it be this easy?”
“Because we already paid our dues,” Darryl said. “We’re all grown up now, and it’s time doing all this adulting finally gives us a dividend. This is the payout. We get to be happy.”
She did her best to let her brain disengage as they headed downstairs.
Fortunately, it was open seating, and they shared a table with Corey, Marcy, and a guy Susie vaguely remembered from one or two classes, but she couldn’t really recall much about him.
As the evening wore on, she found herself relaxing, letting Grant and Darryl handle the weight of the conversation with others. She simply smiled and…
Relaxed.
Easier to do since Grant didn’t really make her wear the butt plug to dinner, although there had been a very playfully heated debate between the two men about it beforehand.
Which told her no, she wouldn’t wear it, but at that point they were just trying to make her smile and laugh.
Some things never changed.
So she’d joined in the fun, batting her eyes at Grant and promising him any number of filthy, dirty, sexy things to not have to wear the butt plug.
In some ways, so heartbreakingly like John it nearly took her breath away. Yet completely her Grant at the same time.
This will work. This has to work between us.
Because she knew to lose this kind of love twice in one life—three times if she counted Darryl, too—would absolutely kill her.
* * * *
After dinner, they returned to the room and Susie refused to let her brain engage again. Grant had been right, there hadn’t been any problems, they’d had a great time, and no one seemed to notice anything “off.”
They spent the night tying her up, making her come, fucking her brains out, until the three of them collapsed into an exhausted sleep.
And she had another blissful night of no dreams.
Susie didn’t feel any regrets as they packed up at the end of the weekend. At least she had the consolation that this wasn’t a good-bye to the men.
It was the best of beginnings. Of new starts.
Of a new life for her and for the men.
Darryl slipped his arms around her waist and nibbled on the back of her neck, sending pleasant shivers through her. “How you feeling?”
She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, a smile filling her soul. “Better than I dreamed possible. And sore in a lot of good ways for a change. It’s a nice feeling. I’ve missed the hell out of it.”
He gently nibbled on the side of her neck. “I think we
can keep you in that state for quite a while. Maybe even for the rest of your life.”
“I hope you can.” She turned in his arms and draped them around his neck. “If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up. I don’t want to wake up and go back to the nightmare I was living.”
“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart. You’re really here. We’re really here.” He smiled. “And tonight we’re having dinner with everyone.”
“So how are Rusty and Eliza?”
“As fun and freaky as ever. As you will soon see.”
“I can’t believe a lifetime has gone by since I’ve seen them. But it feels like I wasn’t apart a day from you guys.”
“And we don’t want to spend a day apart from you, either.”
“What about when Kyle’s home?”
“Kyle will have to get used to you being around. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” He cradled her face in his hands. “Seriously,” he said. “I’m his dad, and believe me, if I thought this would be a problem, I’d be speaking up. He’s not a toddler. He’s going to be thirteen in a couple of months.”
“It’d be easier if he was a toddler,” she grumbled. “He wouldn’t know any different as he grew up.”
He pulled her tightly against him. “I’m not giving up a second chance with you, and neither is Grant. So don’t worry about it.”
She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. In some ways, it was hard to downshift from the survival mode she’d kept herself in the past couple of years.
And in other ways, it felt like coming home.
She knew she’d get used to the dichotomy sooner rather than later, but she also didn’t want to upend the men’s carefully constructed lives.
“I want to put it out there,” she said. “If something should happen with your job, don’t worry about it.”
“I pull my own weight.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. “If you ever lose your job, either of you, I’ll find something for you to do at the dealership to draw a salary.”
“I am not a salesman,” he said. “And I know diddlysquat about working on cars, so that’s out.”
“You don’t have to. You can learn parts. Or learn office stuff. It’s not very complicated once you get the hang of it. Seriously, there are plenty of things you can learn how to do, administrative stuff. Probably better benefits than you have now.”
“Fringe benefits?” He waggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh.
“Yeah, those, too.”
Grant emerged from the bathroom. “I wouldn’t go in there for a few minutes,” he joked.
“Thanks for the warning,” she said.
“So what do you two look so serious about?”
“She was telling me if we ever get canned that she’ll put us on the payroll.”
Grant snorted. “I don’t know nuttin’ about sellin’ no cars.”
“That’s what I just told her.”
“Guys, seriously. You both took care of me back then. You were my safety net. Let me be yours now. Hopefully, it won’t be an issue. Just in case it ever is, I’ve got it covered.”
Grant pulled her into his arms. “Right now, let’s focus on us, okay? If I have my way, this is for life.”
As she stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes, she knew she wanted that more than anything. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, too.”
Grant took the keys to her car. After checking out, they went to the men’s house first so they could pick up what they’d need to spend the night at her house and leave right from there in the morning.
There was a picture on the wall of the two of them with a boy at Disney. “Is this Kyle?” she asked Darryl.
“Yep. That’s him. Two years ago, for Christmas, we took him over to Epcot.”
“He looks a lot like you.”
“He looks even more like him now,” Grant called out. “It’s spooky. Wait till you meet him tomorrow night.”
She froze. “Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.” Grant emerged from their bedroom. “He’s spending Monday and Tuesday night here.”
“Oh.”
“She’s thinking again,” Darryl warned.
Grant walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “What part of ‘for life’ didn’t I make clear this weekend?”
“You did, Sir. I just…” She rested her head against his chest. “Sorry. Trying to adjust to all the changes. The good kind of fear.”
“It’s okay. But you have to trust us.”
“I do.” She took a deep breath. “I will.”
“Good girl. Did I hear you say you have a pool?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Do we need swim trunks?”
She giggled. “No, Sir. I have a fence around my backyard.”
“Excellent.” He kissed her. “Then guess what we’re doing this afternoon?”
“Pool sex?”
“See? Such a smart girl you are.”
* * * *
Susie had to drive from their house, because they’d driven to the hotel in Grant’s car and Darryl needed his car for in the morning. Making sure they didn’t lose her, she led the way home, thrilled that, for a change, she wouldn’t be alone there.
Hell, she hadn’t even put up Christmas decorations the past couple of years.
I really am fucking pitiful.
The men parked behind her in the driveway and she led the way inside. “I’ll get you extra keys,” she said. “The code is 6942.”
Darryl laughed. “Really? Sixty-nine forty-two? That can’t be a coincidence.”
She smiled. “It wasn’t. John liked sci-fi, too.”
With their stuff inside, and the door safely locked behind them, Grant arched an eyebrow at her.
She smiled, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her shirt off.
“Good girl.” He looked at Darryl. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just making sure.”
“We’re alone and child-free. I want to see naked asses.”
“Cuffs and collars?” she asked.
“Not if you don’t want to get them wet in the pool.” He started stripping. “I wasn’t kidding about that,” he said.
After she was naked she went to grab them towels and led the way to the lanai. As they stepped out, Darryl took a cautious look around. “What about over there?” he asked, pointing to the wooded land directly behind her property. The fence on either side of their yard was an eight-foot-high privacy fence, but in the back was only a four-foot chain-link fence.
“That’s wetland. No one lives there. We didn’t fence that off because we wanted to see the trees and stuff.”
“No one goes in there?”
“Nope. It’s usually flooded in the summer, anyway. And the Areca palms screen the pool itself. I’ve lived here over ten years and we’ve never had a problem.”
“Okay,” Darryl said. “If you say so.”
They spent the afternoon talking, playing, getting sexy, and talking some more. When it was time to grab showers before dinner, the men held her between them in the pool, nibbling on her neck.
“Who’s my good girl?” Grant asked.
“Me, Sir.” Her brain was such a puddle of goo at that moment, she’d agree if he asked who his three-footed Godzilla was.
“Love you,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Love you, too, Master,” she said, feeling it through the depths of her soul.
Darryl cleared his throat. She tipped her head back to find him smiling. “Love you, too.”
“Love you, baby.”
“If you slip and call him Sir,” Grant said, “I won’t beat him or you for it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He let out a contented sigh before he leaned in and kissed her again. “Yeah, that. I will never get tired of hearing either one of you call me that.”
Chapter Twelve
; Susie had learned, by necessity, to have nerves of steel.
Or, at least to fake it well enough to make it look like she did.
Especially when dealing with her in-laws. John used to tell her how proud he was of her for how she’d taken his advice to heart to never let them see her sweat, to always keep a smile on her face, and never flinch.
Never show weakness.
She wasn’t sure how well that advice would fly when it came to a twelve-year-old boy who was the son of her…
Well, boyfriend.
One of her boyfriends.
She arrived at Grant’s before Darryl returned with Kyle, much to her irritation. She would have preferred to have arrived later and not been seen there alone with Grant.
Twelve, just a few months shy of thirteen, was a damn smart age for some kids. It would suck if Kyle’s first impression of her was someone sneaking around with both men.
Even though that was, technically, the truth.
Grant laughed when he saw her face. “Calm down, sweetie. This will be fine.” She was helping him put the finishing touches on dinner and getting the table set.
“How do you explain me?” Reality was a lot more nerve-wracking than just talking about it.
“Honey, we already have. He’s heard some of the stories about us playing D and D and stuff in high school. He knows we still play D and D. So this won’t be a surprise to him. He knew we were going to our high school reunion. We met up with you and Corey there. It’s that simple.”
He pulled her in for a kiss. “Just try to relax.”
“I want him to like me.”
“He will. And even if he doesn’t, he’s a kid. He might hate you today and love you tomorrow. He’s a hormonal boy. Remember how we were?”
She draped her arms around his neck. “Why didn’t we hook up in high school?”
“Because we were stupid, hormonal boys terrified of losing a cute girl who actually liked us.” He smacked her ass with his hands, making her instantly wet.
Her lower lip caught under her teeth.
One eyebrow slid up. “Oops. Did I just tease you?”
“Yes, Sir. Dammit.”
He chuckled and kissed her one last time. “Sorry, baby. I’ll come over to your place later tonight.”
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