Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal [Awakenings 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Michele Zurlo

  “Neal, please don’t feel pressured,” Sophia said. “We are serious about wanting to be with you, but there’s not a time table we have to follow. We can go as slowly as you want.”

  “There are things about me that you don’t know,” I said.

  Drew nodded. “We’ve only known each other for a couple of months. We don’t expect to know everything about you, and we don’t expect you to know everything about us. There’s still plenty I don’t know about Sophie.”

  “Important things.” I stressed the point. If I didn’t say something now, give them a chance to bail, then I would take this secret to my grave. And if either of them ever found out about it, they would feel betrayed and hurt, and it might adversely affect our relationship.

  Sophia sat next to Drew. “We’re listening.”

  I swallowed. I faced the vastness of Drew’s lawn. How large was his property? Shaking away that off-topic moment, I plunged into my confession. “When Geordie left me in Rio, I had nothing. No money, no possessions, no place to stay.”

  I was proud of myself for eradicating his title. He didn’t deserve it.

  “I didn’t speak Portuguese, and I couldn’t find a job. I starved for almost a week, and then I started turning tricks. I did that for about six months before I landed a job washing dishes in a diner. The rest of the story you know.”

  I left out the details, of how I’d hated myself and how I’d lost any sense of self-respect, but Drew and Sophia were smart. They could fill in those details if they wanted.

  They weren’t saying anything, and I took that as a bad sign. I’d leave quietly. Just as I made up my mind to exit, I felt two pairs of arms encircling me. Sophia came around and slid between me and the glass. She rested her cheek against my chest.

  Drew had us both in his arms. He kissed my collarbone through my shirt. “Sophie still keeps a separate checking account.”

  “No, honey. I closed that out yesterday.”

  They stared at one another over my shoulder, significant things passing in the air between them. I waited for him to say something about me being a whore.

  Sophia ran her palm over my cheek. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. We’ll never leave you high and dry.”

  I reeled from the weight of what wasn’t being said. I had to give them a more specific way out. “I’ll understand if you’ve changed your minds.”

  Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Neal, does it look like we’ve changed our minds?”

  Drew pinched my ass. “The only way this doesn’t work out is if you decide to leave. I’ll warn you now that leaving still won’t make me back off.”

  “Yeah.” Sophia giggled. “I dumped him at least four times, and he still got me to marry him. Drew definitely doesn’t take ‘it’s not working out’ for an answer.”

  Feelings swelled in my chest, centering around my heart. This moment felt so surreal. “I think I’m falling in love with you guys.”

  “Drew, did you hear that?” Sophia asked. Her voice cracked with similar emotion.

  “Yep,” Drew said. He raked his teeth down the back of my neck, sending shivers to my core. “Sounds like we have some more convincing to do.”

  Sophia lifted the front of my shirt and took my nipple between her teeth. “Then we’d better get started.”

  She pushed me back until the edge of the bed hit my knees, forcing me to bend. I landed hard, bouncing once before she was on top of me.

  “He’s wearing entirely too many clothes,” Drew said as he lifted Sophia’s hips and attacked my jeans.

  I did the same with her jeans. The three of us rolled and tugged at clothing until we were naked. Then Sophia straddled me. Drew lined up my cock so that it slid between her honeyed folds, teasing her clit. He masturbated her that way for a little while. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

  I ran my hands along her thighs, over her hips, moving up until I cupped her breasts. She made little sounds of contentment, rolling her hips as I rolled her nipples. “God, Sophia, you feel fucking wonderful.”

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me, a sly smile curling her lips. “Drew, Neal needs some love from you.”

  Drew pressed the tip of my cock until it nestled against her opening. She sank down on me, and he straddled my face. His hard cock nudged my lips, and I opened for him. He fucked my mouth and she rode me hard. I was surrounded by them, consumed. We blended together, our pleasure and affection knitting us into one being. It was surreal, yet so real. I never wanted it to end.

  Later, as I made linguine and alfredo sauce for Sophia’s sister-in-law and Drew made sweet potato soup, Sophia set a notebook on the opposite side of the counter.

  “Neal, this notebook is for communication. I know you have a lot of baggage and things you haven’t told us, and this is a safe place for you to tell us about what you’re thinking and feeling. Nothing you put down in here can be used against you in any way. If you’re angry or upset, if a scene didn’t work for you and you don’t feel comfortable talking about it, write it down in here and leave it where Drew or I will find it.”

  I eyed the blue cover of the spiral-bound paper. Geordie had never given me anything like this. He’d never encouraged me to talk about my feelings, and he’d hated when I’d had an emotion or a reaction he didn’t like.

  I knew Sophia and Drew weren’t like that. They wanted me to be happy, but they weren’t going to punish me if I wasn’t.

  But I wasn’t sure I could accept the journal. “I never agreed to move in here.”

  “No,” she said. “But you have agreed to date us. We’re dominating you, and we’re sleeping together. Whether you move in today, next week, or next month, we need a way to make sure we have open lines of communication.”

  I thought back to my time on Elysium. I had freaked out and left them every morning, and I’d blacked out during a sexual encounter. They’d been understanding even though I hadn’t been forthcoming about the reasons behind my angst.

  I rolled my dough into the perfect thickness for linguine. “Intense scenes have a way of breaking me down, making me feel too vulnerable.”

  Next to me, Drew peeled and chopped sweet potatoes. “Sometimes it’s easier to write about it than to talk about it.”

  “One month,” I said. “I’ll move in with you in one month.”

  Sophia squealed. She flew around the counter and threw her arms around my neck. I couldn’t touch her because I had flour all over my hands. She peppered my face with kisses, and when she finished, Drew smacked one on my lips.

  “Great,” he said. “That’ll give us time to get a bigger bed.”

  Love swelled my chest, a lightness that felt more incredible than anything Mistress and Chef had done to me. I could get used to feeling this way.

  Epilogue

  Sophia

  The new season of shows had officially kicked off. For me, that meant another round of parties where people fawned over Drew and I watched. This time, though, I had Neal by my side. Soon he’d be in the center of an adoring crowd, but for now, he was all mine.

  One month, Neal had said. That date was quickly approaching. It would be here in less than forty-eight hours. I gripped his arm and pulled him closer.

  “Are your things packed, or should I hire a moving service?”

  He treated me to a soft, slow grin. “Mistress, given the fact that I spend pretty much every minute I’m not working at your house, why would you think I have anything left to move?”

  I shrugged. His clothing was split between my closet and Drew’s. We were going to have to remodel so that the master suite had spaces for three people. “Furniture?”

  “I have a bed in my aunt’s basement. Did you want me to bring my own?”

  He had that teasing glint in his eye, a side of him that he’d been showing more often. I liked it. On impulse, I rose to my toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “The bed Drew is having made is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. It’ll be set up by the time we return.”

>   Patches of a blush began a journey up his neck. It contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. “There was nothing wrong with the old one, you know.”

  “The old one didn’t have good places to tie up a submissive. The new one does.”

  “Mistress…”

  I’d found that Neal did, in fact, like bondage. It intensified the scene and helped him get to subspace. Through the writings in his notebook, we had explored his feelings with regard to bondage. He hadn’t wanted to turn over that much power to anybody, and so in his head, he’d convinced himself that it didn’t do anything special.

  We didn’t tie him up frequently, but when we did, we always made sure to leave enough time for proper aftercare. Neal needed to be held, reassured, and loved.

  I smiled up at him, feline possessiveness no doubt making it a little feral. “Yes, Neal?”

  He shook his head, but his eyes shone brilliantly. “I love you.”

  I wanted to do more than kiss him.

  Drew appeared behind Neal. “You two look good enough to eat.”

  My husband had been in New York for two days, and then he’d been scheduled to fly down to Miami for this party. Neal had held down the fort at Sensual Secrets, and he’d kept me company in bed. He and I had flown down to Florida to meet Drew at this party.

  Tomorrow, we were going to drive to Samantha’s house to meet with her, Stefano, and Alexei about Elysium. We’d lowered our offering price, and the owners had countered. The updates we needed to make would cost more than twice what we’d budgeted for them, and that money had to come from somewhere.

  I cupped Drew’s cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

  Neal studied Drew’s lips hungrily. “I’ve missed you too, Chef.”

  “I know a place,” Drew said. “The employee break room should be clear until after dinner service.”

  I giggled and glanced at Neal. “I think I’ve heard that story before.”

  “He’s right,” Neal chimed in. “I was only there that day because I’d forgotten to hang up my jacket. I ended up throwing it over the back of a chair.”

  We followed Drew to the location he’d selected. It was deserted. Drew pushed Neal against a wall and me against Neal. He locked his lips onto Neal’s. Sandwiched in the middle, I watched them tangle tongues for a few seconds, and then I massaged Drew’s cock through his pants.

  Neal’s hands roamed Drew’s body as I unzipped Drew’s slacks. Together, we lifted out his cock. Neal lifted me, and I guided Drew inside. He fucked me hard and fast, frantic after our time apart. Neal swallowed my moans with his kisses, though he didn’t get them all because he alternated between serving Drew’s demands and mine.

  Stiffening in Neal’s arms, I came. Drew’s climax followed. He slipped out of me and collapsed against us, squishing me into Neal’s body.

  Before long, Drew staggered back. He dropped onto a folding chair. “Neal, I want to watch you with Sophie. Make your Mistress come again.”

  “Yes, Chef.”

  Neal kissed me, trailing his hot mouth down my neck. He shoved aside the bodice of my dress to access my breasts, and he whirled so that he held me up against the wall. I groped him, fondling him through his slacks. When I could stand it no longer, I grabbed a handful of his silky hair and tore him away from my breast.

  “Now, Neal. I want you inside me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He opened his fly as he spoke. I climbed on him. He reached between us to guide himself home. We no longer used condoms for this. He was ours, and we were his.

  He filled me. I looked over his shoulder to find Drew stroking his own cock back to life. As Neal fucked me, Drew rolled on a condom. He approached quietly.

  “Freeze, Neal.” I gave the order so that Drew could get where he needed to be.

  Drew reached between us and gathered some of my juices to use as lubrication. “We’re all going to come at the same time,” he said.

  “Yes, Chef.” The veins in Neal’s neck stood out. I wasn’t sure he could make it. Heck, I wasn’t sure I could make it.

  I made no promises.

  Drew slid into Neal, who closed his eyes to savor the connection. Drew—Neal’s “Chef” and my husband—set the pace for us all. I came first, my pussy walls convulsing a climax from Neal. He groaned and buried his face in my neck as his semen bathed my insides.

  “Looks like I owe you a spanking,” Drew grunted. He thrust several more times, and then he came too.

  “Yes, Chef.” Neal’s tone was reverent and thankful. “I’d like that very much.”

  “Mmmm,” I added. “Your cock ring is in my purse.”

  Drew grinned wickedly. “Let’s put it on him now.”

  Once the deed was accomplished and our clothes were fixed, Drew took a closer look at Neal. “You’re wearing your collar.”

  The blue snakeskin barely showed above the bow tie encircling his neck. That one was his dress collar. At home, he usually wore the black leather.

  Neal nodded. “Always, Chef.”

  Drew pulled Neal close, embracing him hard. He pulled me into the hug as well. “You belong to us.”

  Emotion gripped me so tightly that I couldn’t speak. I stayed in the arms of my men, basking in their love.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I wear a lot of hats for someone who doesn’t like anything near my head. I’m a wife, mother, teacher, and when I have spare time, a writer. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. Alas, that dream faded when I got a social life. Years later, I happened upon a free laptop that didn’t come with games of any kind, which I figured was a good thing because I didn’t have that much free time to throw down the Minesweeper Black Hole. Staring at the brand-new computer, I thought it would be a shame if it went to waste, so I decided to write a novel. Once I started writing, steamy, sensual stories poured from my fingertips, and now I just can’t stop using that laptop. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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