A Crafty Ever After [Suncoast Society]

by Tymber Dalton

Max kept the hand cupped around Cali’s throat and side-walked her out of the garage and down the hall to their bedroom. Sean had rolled onto his side facing away from the door and lay sprawled, naked, on top of the covers, the TV playing unwatched. She took in the curve of his back, the muscles in his calves, the cute dimple right at the top of the seam of his ass.

  These two men were her life. That man might be her husband in the eyes of the state of Florida, but both of them belonged to Max.

  The fading bruises across Sean’s ass from a caning last week proved that.

  If she was truly honest with herself, she preferred that arrangement anyway. She liked knowing Max was in charge and taking care of them.

  She wouldn’t want it any other way, because Max belonged to both of them, too.

  Max reached around her, unfastened her shorts, and shoved them and her panties down her legs. “Up on the bed, sweetheart, and suck his cock. Wake him up.” Max smacked her on the ass, hard, which drove a pulse of need straight to her clit. If her pussy wasn’t wet already, that would have done it.

  Sean flinched at the noise. “Huh?”

  She nosed in there and Max released her so she could swallow Sean’s cock.

  It took maybe two heartbeats for his cock to stiffen in her mouth, hard and warm, pulsing as it inflated against her tongue. Sean moaned and rolled onto his back, grabbing her head and fucking her mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair and held on tight.

  Max quickly shed his shirt and shorts and climbed onto the bed. “On second thought, Sean looks really happy like that, baby. I think we’re going to go with a spit-roast.”

  Sean moaned again, which she took to mean was agreement. Max nudged her knees apart and she felt him swipe the head of his cock along her pussy. He shoved in hard and bottomed out, pushing her deeper onto Sean’s cock and making both of them moan.

  “Oh, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Max said. “Don’t let her up, Sean. I want her to swallow every drop.”

  Between Sean’s grip on her head, and the way Max’s fingers dug into her hips, Cali felt herself doing a head-first dive straight into subspace.

  Maybe the man driving his cock into her pussy wasn’t her “husband,” but she loved him every bit as much as her husband, and knew they both loved her and each other just as much.

  Those damn brilliant men of hers.

  Yeah, with the last few bits of coherent brain cells she had, she knew Max had been smart to do what he did. He proved his point beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  She was theirs.

  And they were hers.

  And everything was perfect—

  Until Sean let a loud fart rip and Cali spit out his cock. “Red!”

  He started laughing. “I-I…I’m so-sorry, b-babe!”

  Max pulled her up onto her knees, her body pressed against his. From the way his body shook she could tell he was trying not to laugh.

  “Oh, dude,” he said. “That was just…wrong.”

  Sure, they’d had plenty of near misses in their time together, but she’d hard-limited Dutch ovens, and they were supposed to self-red and give her a chance to get out of the way if they felt a fart coming.

  She tipped her head back to look Max in the eyes. “Beat him. Now.”

  Max tried and failed to keep the smile off his face. “But that was so funny, sweetheart.”

  “He violated a hard limit.”

  “He” was still laughing. So hard that another one ripped free and he rolled onto his side with renewed laughter.

  Max snorted.

  “That’s it.” Cali pulled free, getting a pained oof from Max when she threw herself sideways, which ripped his cock out of her pussy and made him let go of her.

  “I warned you after your last near-miss, Sean. That’s not fucking funny!” She climbed out of bed while Max kind of slumped sideways while clutching his groin and moaning.

  Good.

  She stormed down the hall to the spare bedroom that also did double-duty as their playroom and where they stored most of their personal-use implements. She snatched a riding crop from where it hung on the implement stand and turned.

  “Maow.”

  Baxter.

  He slow-blinked at her.

  Even better.

  “C’mere, you little nip fiend. Follow me.” She ducked into the office and grabbed the large plastic container of catnip she kept for him on the top of the file cabinet.

  She shook it and Baxter’s head popped out of the spare room doorway like a spring-loaded meerkat.

  “Come on, buddy.” She shook the container again and headed for the bedroom.

  Sean was laughing even harder now, and Max still lay flopped over on his side and softly moaning in pain.

  She took several hard swings at Sean’s ass with the riding crop, making him yelp and curl up to cover his balls and cock, which made Max start laughing.

  “Maow.”

  “Come and get it, buddy!” She twisted the top off the nearly full catnip container and dumped its contents all over Max and Sean, making sure to get it in their hair, making both men shout.

  Baxter launched himself at the bed like one of those fighter jets being slingshotted off an aircraft carrier.

  “MAOW!”

  “Ow, Baxter, goddammit!” Sean screamed as the cat landed right on him.

  She tossed the empty container and lid onto the bed.

  Mic drop.

  She turned on her heel and stormed out of the bedroom, back to the spare bedroom. There was a Murphy bed in there.

  Fuck it, she’d sleep in there.

  Behind her, Max’s gales of laughter turned into screams of his own. “Baxter, no! Not my fucking balls!”

  She wasn’t sure if that next noise was Sean laughing or screaming, or maybe both.

  Take that, geniuses.

  She locked the door behind her.

  The nail driver lay on the couch that was out and usable when the Murphy bed was folded.

  And the vibrator was still plugged into the extension cord.

  Excellent.

  She grabbed it and stretched out on the couch, determined she’d get her goddamned orgasm one fucking way or the other.

  Just as she got started, she jumped when someone pounded on the door.

  Knock-knockknock.

  “Go away, Sean! This one’s all mine!”

  Oh, there’d be hell to pay on the other end of tonight, of that she was certain.

  But Max had wound her up, and by god, she was going to unwind that spring, even if she had to fucking do it her damn self.

  She was working on building up a good one when the door burst open, startling her. Sean wore a predatory smile as he reached down and yanked the extension cord out of the wall, making her whine when the vibrator died in her hands. He threw the extension cord onto the floor.

  He held up the little skeleton key thingy they kept tucked on top of the molding over the hallway bathroom ever since Eddie accidentally locked himself in there one time when she was babysitting him and Cali had to call Sean to come home from work and get him out because she couldn’t find anything the right size to fit in the knob hole to pop the release catch.

  Max came stumbling into the room, clutching his balls. “You stop her in time?”

  “Yeah.”

  She tried to scramble away from Sean, but he dropped the skeleton key and caught her by the ankle, yanking her toward him.

  Uh-oh.

  She knew that look in his blue eyes all too well. She’d played this hand just a little too far and flipped him into Dom mode.

  Oh, shit.

  Now she had not one, but two pissed off Doms to placate.

  He grabbed her other ankle and shoved her legs apart, climbing up her body and pinning her onto the couch with his full weight.

  “Think that was funny, huh?”

  She snorted. There was still catnip in his hair. “Yeah, actually, I do.”

  “That was not funny,” Max said. He pulled his hand away from
his scrotum and looked at it as if checking for blood.

  She giggled. “Yeah, it was. You should have seen the looks on your faces.”

  “I think the little bastard got me. I had one vasectomy. I don’t need another, thank you very much.”

  A noise like a plastic container hitting the floor filtered in from down the hall.

  “MAAAOOOOOOW!”

  Max glanced back at the doorway. “And now we either need to fight Baxter for the bed, call Animal Control to come tranquilize him for us, or sleep in a different room and hope he wears himself out by tomorrow night so we can change the damn sheets. He’s fucking possessed. What the hell’d you lace that catnip with, anyway? Meth? Crack? Bath salts?”

  Sean pinned both her hands over her head with one hand and reached between them with the other. She felt him stroking his cock, obviously needing to put a little starch back into it after the…distractions.

  “Well, I know I, for one, am going to sleep tonight with empty balls,” Sean said, his gaze narrowing. Then she felt him notch the head of his cock against her pussy and push in.

  It felt…

  Who the fuck was she kidding? It felt great. He switched his grip to hold both of her wrists and give him better leverage as he started fucking her.

  Max stood by her head and took one of her wrists from Sean, making room for Max to get his cock in there by her mouth.

  She kept her mouth closed.

  Until Sean shoved her T-shirt up and pinched her right nipple, hard, making her scream and allowing Max an opening to shove his once again stiff cock between her lips.

  No, she wouldn’t bite him.

  She was a SAM, not stupid. They’d caught her fair and square.

  And she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed the struggle a little.

  Okay, a lot. Takedown play was one of her favorite things, and her men knew that.

  Note to self, next time, grab the skeleton key and put a chair under the doorknob.

  From the angle Sean was fucking her, he hit her clit with every stroke and drove her close to the edge, making her moan around Max’s cock.

  Then Sean kicked it into overdrive and from the grin on his face, she could tell he was planning on getting his before she got hers.

  She whimpered.

  Max laughed. “Oh, now she wants an orgasm after that little temper tantrum. What do you think, Sean?”

  His gaze narrowed even more and a predatory smile quirked his lips. “Nope.”

  But Max was in the groove, too, and she knew they were going to settle this once and for all. Cali was only along for the ride as they didn’t even try to get her off—the rat bastards—while Sean and then Max quickly got their nut, filling her at both ends.

  Cali tried squirming against Sean as she swallowed Max’s cum.

  “Oh, now she’s all needy, Sir.” She realized that was the first time she’d heard Sean call Max that and mean it, not with a bit of snark thrown in, and not tied to the two of them in an actual scene.

  It was also hotter than hell.

  Max was still catching his breath. His grip had loosened in her hair and around her wrists and now he stroked her head.

  Except his gaze narrowed. “Hmm. I don’t know if I should let her behavior go unpunished, even if just on general principle.”

  “He violated a hard limit!” she protested.

  “It was an accident, babe. I said I’m sorry. And you laid a few good stripes on my ass and nearly got my fucking balls in the process. I think you got your revenge.”

  “Yeah,” Max said. “The catnip was over-the-top. Bad form. Great execution, I’ll give you style points for that, but baaaad form.”

  “Yeeeeah,” Sean said. “See, I think she crossed a line with that one. What do you think, Sir? Chastity belt with a vibrating butt plug inside her all night?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “MAAAAOOWWWWW!”

  Sean’s softening cock was still embedded inside her and she kept trying to squirm against him to rub her clit even though she knew they weren’t going to let her get off like that.

  Max started to speak when Sean let another fart rip. This one was particularly loud and reeeeeallly smelly.

  Max glared at Sean. “Okay, dude. Seriously. What the fricking hell?”

  “I’m sorry! It must have been something I ate for dinner. I can’t help it!”

  “We ate the same food for dinner, and neither of us are farting.”

  “I don’t know! I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Go take something. We have medicine for that. I’m about to stuff a butt plug up your ass.”

  Cali burst out laughing.

  “What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Max snapped. “You’re in a lot of trouble.”

  She snorted and snickered so hard over the mental image she had a difficult time trying to get it out. “Be careful what direction he points that thing, if you load one in his ass.”

  Max gave up all pretenses of trying to be strict and laughed so hard he had to brace himself against the back of the couch.

  He waved Sean out as she continued laughing over that last mental image of a fart-fired butt plug ricocheting around the living room.

  Once they were alone again, Max sat next to her on the couch and pushed her thighs apart. “Now, where were we?”

  “MAAAOOOOW!”

  She pouted. “He farted on me! Hard limit.”

  “We don’t fight fire with gasoline, babe. Not in this house. Not without fair warning, at least.”

  His right hand slowly slid up her inner thigh. “Now, the riding crop, okay, that was fine. You nearly broke my boner bone with that ninja sideways move, though. A little warning next time, please.”

  “Sorry.”

  His hand came to rest on top of her pussy, his thumb over her clit and stroking so lightly it was teasing torture.

  “Sorry what?”

  “Seriously?”

  He arched an eyebrow at her.

  Maybe I could shave half of one while he’s asleep…

  Oh, wait, that might backfire on her if one of them did it to her.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she finally said.

  “That’s better.”

  Actually, it did feel better saying it and meaning it.

  He leaned in and took a long, slow swipe up her clit with his tongue. “And you’re going to have to go wrangle the possessed pussy.”

  “Worst supervillain name ever.”

  “Or best porn star name.” He took another swipe along her clit with his tongue, and that was starting to loosen her brain again.

  Thankfully.

  By the time Sean returned, Max had her right at the edge and was making her beg for it. Sean leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

  “Oh, sure. Let the feral pet misbehave and she gets her pussy licked. I accidentally fart and nearly lose my goddamned balls.”

  But the playful smirk on his face told the truth.

  Sean was loving this as much as they were.

  He finally walked over and knelt next to the couch, where he leaned in and sucked on the nipple he’d pinched earlier.

  That shoved her over the edge. Max kept her coming and coming, wave after wave of pleasure washing through her until she finally had to safeword.

  Sean leaned in to kiss Max, licking his chin clean for him.

  “MMMMAAAOOOOOW!”

  “Now what?” Sean asked. “We still don’t have a bed. And I’m not going back in there right now.”

  Max and Sean looked at her.

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, okay, fine. I’ll go change the sheets.”

  She untangled herself from the men, climbed off the couch, and promptly fell face-first into the implement stand when her feet got tangled in the extension cord where Sean had dropped it earlier.

  “Oh, shit, Cali!” Max jumped off the couch, followed by Sean, and helped her up. “Are you okay?”

  She had a shallow gash in her upper left arm from one of the hooks on the stand, and it was oozing blood.
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  They both glared at Sean.

  He threw his arms up. “Okay, fine. I’ll go fight the feline. You doctor the pet. Gawd.”

  Sean headed for the door, muttering the whole way. “I was just laying there falling asleep, and my cock got sucked, and suddenly, I’m the bad guy…”

  Max snorted, then his amusement faded as he looked at her arm. “Let’s get that cleaned up.”

  “I just have one thing to say.”

  His gaze met hers. “What?”

  “If you order me to the doctor, one of you damn well better take me, because no way in hell am I explaining how this happened.”

  “MMMAAAOOOWWWW! Ma-maaaoooOOOOOWWW!”

  “Ow, goddammit, Baxter, that’s my dick, not a cat toy!”

  Cali and Max looked at each other and started laughing.

  THE END

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