A Spanktacular Fourth [Suncoast Society]

by Tymber Dalton

  “That woman didn’t come back in, did she?” Max asked.

  “Which woman?”

  “The one Tony threw out.”

  “Not that we’ve seen.”

  “Okay.”

  Cali stopped him. “Hey, what if the people with her start asking about her? What should we tell them?”

  Max shrugged. “If they ask for her by name, then tell them the truth—that she was rude to our staff, broke our rules, and was evicted. Don’t need to give any details besides that.”

  “Okay.”

  Over the next hour, play continued, although a few more people filtered out as the temperature rose, they took a look at the divider between the complexes, and decided their vehicles could make it. Tony and Shayla left after wrapping up their scene, and Max swapped his phone out for Tony’s to play music on the new side.

  By midnight, despite everyone sweating their asses off, several die-hard couples were still scening while most everyone else either sat in the social area, or had clustered near the fans.

  Max had taken off his shirt and wished like hell he’d followed Sean’s lead and worn shorts instead of jeans tonight.

  Cali stepped into the room. “The driveway’s cleared, folks. So anyone who wants to leave, can. Sorry for the clusterfuck tonight, but thanks for everyone’s patience. We appreciate it.”

  A low ripple of cheers and applause greeted that announcement, with a sudden swell of people gathering their things to leave. Twenty minutes later, they were down to only three couples wrapping up their scenes on the new side. Max had Scrye watch them while he and Rusty helped clean up on the old side.

  It was one o’clock in the morning when they got the generator shut down and moved inside as the last thing they had to do before locking up. They’d already sent June, Scrye, Axel, and Skye home. Out in the parking lot, the five of them talked by their vehicles.

  “That was fucking ridiculous,” Rusty griped. “Was Mercury in assholegrade or something tonight?”

  Eliza playfully slapped his shoulder. “That’s not a thing, barbarian.”

  “It totally should be,” Max said.

  “Well, I think I know how I’m updating our procedures manual,” Cali snarked. “I never envisioned a scenario where the power went out and we couldn’t just send people home.”

  “We need an e-mail looped to all the volunteers about tonight,” Sean said. “Not only the power outage, but about that woman and her behavior.”

  “Holy fuck, I seriously thought Tony was going to go after her,” Rusty said. “I was standing there in the doorway ready to come help, if needed. I mean, I have never seen that man look so fucking pissed off. Maybe the night he helped give Baxter the heave-ho that time a few years ago, when he challenged Seth while Seth was scening with Leah, but even then he didn’t look that angry. That’s what I mean, it was just a weird night all the way around.”

  “No shit,” Cali said, flexing her right hand. “Our day started out weird and has rolled downhill ever since.”

  “You know, no one asked about that woman,” Eliza said. “I thought someone would ask us about her.”

  “She probably texted or called her friends,” Cali said, then a yawn hit her. “Frankly, I hope she tries something on FetLife. I haven’t seen Marcia dismantle someone online in a while. It’ll be fun watching her take that bitch apart.”

  Sean grinned. “Break out the popcorn.”

  “I’m ready to go home and jump in the pool to rinse off,” Max said. He stood there with his shirt on, but unbuttoned. “That place was a freaking sauna.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Sean said.

  They said goodnight and climbed into their vehicles. Max paused before turning out of the complex’s driveway. The complex sat on the south side of the road. The median cut-through across from the driveway, to head west toward home, was still blocked by FPL trucks replacing the pole, FHP cruisers, and other emergency vehicles. The demolished car sat on the back of a flatbed wrecker, which was currently parked in the middle of one of the two eastbound lanes. Traffic had been shut down eastbound just to the west of the complex, and was being rerouted before the complex. They’d have to turn east and go down to the next cut-through to make a U-turn.

  “What did they tell you happened?” he asked Cali as he turned east out of the complex’s entrance.

  “Deputies said a pedestrian stepped out in front of the car, and the driver swerved and hit the light pole in the process. Not the car’s fault. Guess the driver and passenger were hurt pretty badly, too.”

  “Pedestrian fatality?”

  “Based on the three sheets I saw covering lumps on the road when I went to talk to the deputies, and that they said someone died, I’d say yeah, it’s a safe bet the pedestrian didn’t make it. Not in one piece, anyway.”

  Max shuddered. “Yikes.”

  Chapter Seven

  When they arrived home Cali kissed her men. “You guys have fun in the pool. I’m going to rinse off in the shower and go to bed. I’m exhausted and feel like crap.”

  “Sorry, babe,” Sean said. “Want us to join you?”

  “No, thanks. Between my period wanting to start and that heat tonight, I’m fried. Seriously, go have fun. You guys earned it. At least we had fresh air in the office.”

  Sean peeled off his shirt as he headed for the living room sliders. “Well?” he said to Max.

  “When have I ever turned down pool sex with you, buddy?” Max asked. “That’s one of the reasons we bought this place, if you’ll recall.”

  Sean grinned. “Yeah, I recall. Except we hadn’t been having sex in it back then, just enjoying the hell out of using it. Pool sex later was a massive plus.”

  They’d rented it first as friends and roommates, which had been before their relationship took the next step. Then they’d survived Lydia and become a real couple and bought it together.

  They’d celebrated that event just like they were about to.

  They stepped out onto the lanai and finished stripping there without bothering to turn on any lights. Max grabbed towels and a tube of lube from the cabinet out there on the lanai and set them next to the pool’s edge before jumping into the deep end.

  After breaking the surface, they swam into each other’s arms, Max wrapping himself around Sean in a way that told Sean the other man was fine with bottoming this time.

  Pool sex was always fun. Seconded only to hot tub sex.

  Also fun.

  Sean’s hands skimmed down Max’s back as they kissed, cupping his ass, squeezing, harder, until he finally drew a moan from his guy and felt Max’s cock stiffen between them.

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Sean said before slanting his lips over Max’s again for another searing kiss. As they kissed, tongues dueling and nipping, sucking on each other’s lips, Sean maneuvered them to the side of the pool, in the shallow end, where he could stand and keep his feet under him.

  Conveniently, where Max had left the lube.

  Wasn’t their first water polo.

  No risk of the neighbors seeing them, either. The high privacy fence surrounding their backyard guaranteed they could have plenty of nakey fun. Plus, in the dark, they were practically invisible.

  He loved Cali—they both did. They wanted to spend the rest of their lives with her as their wife. But what he and Max had was different and deeper in some ways because of what they’d mutually endured and survived in their past. How they were forced together, over that step between friends into mandatory fuck-buddies by Lydia, which backfired on her when they fell in love with each other.

  He untangled himself from Max so that Max could turn around for Sean, presenting his ass.

  Sean let out a growl and reached for the lube, his cock throbbing now. “Damn, you know what I like, don’t you?”

  “Like I said earlier, buddy, I’d be a shitty Top if I didn’t after this many years.”

  Sean chuckled as he lubed two fingers and proceeded to scissor them inside Max�
��s ass, the other man moaning and rocking his hips in time with Sean’s actions. Once he knew he had Max prepared, he slicked his own cock and made Max turn, pulling his legs around his waist again and embedding his cock inside Max’s ass. Max draped his arms around Sean’s neck.

  “That what you wanted?” Sean teased.

  “Ohhh, fuck yeah, man.”

  They edged into slightly deeper water, so the brunt of Max’s weight was buoyed by it as he rode Sean’s cock. Sean cupped and squeezed Max’s ass, loving this, their primal, hard passion, not having to worry about holding back, mentally or physically, the way they found themselves doing with Cali.

  “Been thinking about doing this all day, man,” Sean whispered against his lips. “Ever since you nailed me this morning.” He squeezed Max’s ass again. “Breedin’ this sweet ass.”

  Yeah, usually he easily dropped into a subordinate role with Max. Not necessarily submissive, but definitely letting Max have control. Or Cali, when she felt like it. But when he had his toppy time, Sean loved getting down and dirty with his guy.

  He nipped a trail down Max’s jaw, relishing the scrape of stubble along his lips, until he reached the man’s neck. There, he bit and sucked on the side of Max’s throat, right where the collar of his shirt would hit him, where he’d still be able to feel it Monday morning while sitting at his desk and reflecting on their weekend.

  How many times had they gone to work on a Monday morning, both their asses striped and marked and feeling really good sitting down because they’d taken turns going after each other?

  Too many times to count.

  They weren’t always super frisky during the week, especially depending on how their work week went. They always made up for it on the weekends, though. Especially if they’d worked at the club and had seen plenty of things to fire their own fantasies and memories.

  Max had wrapped his arms around Sean, and now his hands hooked over his shoulders from behind, holding on, fingers digging in as he squirmed and took it, riding Sean’s meat and loving every second of it. Max’s ass grabbed and flexed around Sean’s cock embedded deep inside him, his own cock hard and rubbing against Sean’s stomach.

  Sean released his bite and worked his way up to Max’s ear. “Think you can grind one out for me?”

  * * * *

  Max wasn’t getting exactly the traction he needed against his cock to get off like this, but he was still enjoying it. They could let go to each other—and Cali—because they loved each other.

  Beneath it all lay deep trust, knowing they’d catch each other in all ways.

  He leaned in closer, kissing Sean and holding him there, and that helped. With Sean’s hands on his ass for traction, Max found a rhythm and just the right angle to get what he needed—Sean’s cock gliding along his prostate with every sweet stroke and his own cock wedged between their abs.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Sean mumbled against Max’s mouth.

  Max loved these interludes, when they could be completely them, raw and dirty and rough. When he could let go and give everything to Sean for a little while and just…be.

  Be his.

  Grinding against him like this wasn’t going to be as hard an orgasm as he could have if he was fucking Sean or Cali, or being blown or jacked by them, but he loved the challenge and how emotionally sweet it felt on the back end of the pleasure. Nothing between them, part of each other for a while.

  Sean reached up with one hand and tightly fisted Max’s hair, now crushing his lips over Max’s in a brutal kiss that almost tripped him over the edge. Warm breath and rasping stubble, the soft splashes of the pool around them, a warm summer night with no worries for a little while, just them.

  He knew if they were in bed and not in the pool he’d have a messy puddle of pre-cum spread and growing between their bodies, slipping and sliding against each other as they fucked. Sean used the grip in Max’s hair to yank his head back, those sweet, crisp light blue eyes nailing him dead center in his soul.

  The outer edges of Sean’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “Give it to me, stubborn. I can fucking do this all night. I’m in the groove now.” He tipped Max’s head back and nipped his way down over his chin, the front of his throat, back up again to his lips for another kiss. “I want to feel your ass milk it from me,” he whispered. “Show me how much you need me to breed you.”

  A pleasant shiver washed through Max as his eyes fell closed over Sean’s tone. Yeah, the man was dialed into his soul, all right. He rode harder, faster, trying to get there and still just a little too far from the edge.

  “I think tomorrow we should give our girl some lovin’, if she’s feeling up to it. Been at least a week since it was the three of us, and even longer since we’ve taken her together.” His lips kissed around to Max’s ear, pressed against it. “I love feeling your cock inside her while I’m fucking her. I love us taking her together, especially when we get her worked up to us both fucking her pussy at the same time. I love knowing that’s your meat sliding next to mine, like I’m fucking both of you at the same time.”

  That was helping, and he knew Sean knew it. Especially when the needy grunt escaped him as he was riding the man.

  “Yeah, we need to take care of our baby girl right, don’t we? DP’s fun, don’t get me wrong, but it’s even hotter and dirty when we’re both breeding her together, isn’t it?”

  That did it. Max’s eyes fluttered open and he barely processed Sean’s pleased smile. His balls tightened, pleasure squeezing out, his cock throbbing while his ass clamped down on Sean’s cock.

  “There you are.” Sean’s hand returned to Max’s ass, picking up the pace of his own thrusts, faster, harder, and even as the last echoes of Max’s climax still ricocheted within him Sean was getting his own. He shoved in hard and deep one last time, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside Max’s ass.

  Max kissed him, holding him there, their breathing slowing, gentling, as did their kisses. Sweet, tender nips, tongues tracing and playful, finally their foreheads resting against each other.

  “Damn, I needed that,” Max hoarsely said.

  “I thought so.” Another kiss. “I couldn’t remember when you last bottomed.”

  “Love you.”

  Sean nuzzled noses with him. “Love you, too. Sadist.”

  “You love it and you know it.”

  “Yeah, I do.” Sean made no move to release him or head toward the side of the pool, so Max remained wrapped around him like a koala on a tree, happy to hold each other for a little longer.

  “I needed this after the way today went,” Sean said, his tone…different. Darker.

  “Sorry about your eyebrow.”

  “Not that. Although, thank you. It was a stupid idea.”

  “No, it was a great idea. Just our execution and safety gear need refinement.”

  “I meant about tonight.”

  “Yeah?”

  Sean paused and Max waited him out. “You know how Kel offered to give us his share of the club?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I know we already said no, but I definitely don’t want it if it’s ever offered again, or if they ever offer to let us buy into the club as partners.”

  Max tipped his head back so he could see Sean’s eyes. “What brought this on?”

  “That woman Tony threw out,” Sean said. “I was dreading dealing with her. God only knows what kind of bullshit she’s going to say about the club on Fet and Marcia will have to deal with later. I don’t mind running events for them and volunteering, but I want our responsibility to end when we lock the door behind us at the end of the evening. We’ve got enough to deal with in our lives. It’s still fun, even with shitty nights like this. It won’t be fun if it’s bleeding into our real lives.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more. It’s hard enough to get Cali to take time off. We’d never have time with her if we were doing more than we are.”

  “Exactly.”

  Max untangled himself from Sean and they climbed out, rinsing o
ff under the outside shower before drying off, gathering their clothes, and heading inside.

  They were careful not to disturb Cali, who was already asleep, when they climbed in on either side of her. Even in sleep she looked…tired. Exhausted. She worked damned hard, and they knew she still thought she wasn’t pulling her fair share of the load financially, even though they didn’t care about that. She worked her ass off, especially with Two Crafty Bastards Toys. Then there was the fact that while they helped with some chores, she shouldered the burden of taking care of the house.

  I wish we could both marry her. That would be the perfect solution, but the laws of their country weren’t up to date with poly relationships.

  For now, they’d have to settle for what they had, which was its own kind of perfection.

  Exhausted and sated, Max fell asleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Sunday morning, Cali awoke achy all over and feeling worse than she had Saturday.

  Fucking periods.

  Wasn’t even fair she still had them. Max and Sean were snipped. Wasn’t like she’d ever be using her womb. Why’d it have to try to kill her every month?

  She winced as she flexed her right hand. Yep, the bites ached.

  Gee, this is like working at the animal shelter all over again.

  Sean and Max weren’t in bed. When she glanced at the cable box on her way to the bathroom and saw it was after ten in the morning, she realized she’d slept later than she’d meant to. There were several things she wanted to do today with the guys, like go over sales reports to start thinking ahead about what products needed to be made, their holiday website promotions, looking at some of the new prototypes they were working on—

  A large yawn escaped her as she walked into the bathroom.

  Fuck it.

  She dug a bottle of ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet, swallowed two tablets with water cupped in her hand from the bathroom faucet, and retreated to bed after closing the bedroom door.

  That’d be a silent signal to her guys to please let her sleep. She didn’t want to be messing around with a mouse today with two of the fingers she used most on one hand aching.