Happy Valenkink's Day: A Reunion Story [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  She nodded. This was their private thing, something she still hadn’t been able to do around Cris. Hopefully one day, but for now, it was for Landry alone.

  The man who’d restored her ability to trust.

  Even if he was a sneaky damn Dom.

  He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over, her under him. His hard cock didn’t have any problem sinking home inside her as she spread her legs for him, wrapping them around him.

  Leaning in, he nibbled along the side of her neck before biting down hard on the top of her shoulder and letting out a deep, rumbling growl.

  “Daddy’s good girl needs a nice hard fucking, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, already feeling her release close, trying to curl through her. Every thrust he took rubbed perfectly against her clit and drove her closer to the edge.

  “Then my girl better hurry up and come for me before I make her spend the day tied up in bed and stuffed with a vibrating dildo and butt plug.”

  She gasped, close, sooo close.

  He slanted his lips over hers, kissing her hard as he fucked her even harder. In the water, he achieved the perfect angle. When she tipped over the edge and her climax rolled through her, she didn’t try to keep quiet as the cry escaped her.

  “Good girl.” He quickened his pace, deep hard thrusts that didn’t let her orgasm quite finish before she was coming a second time even as he filled her with his cum.

  Falling still, he rolled them back over, Tilly cradled against him. “Better?”

  She closed her eyes. “Better.”

  She actually dozed off before Landry woke her up again and helped her climb out, holding her towel for her. They hosed off in the shower and climbed into bed with her in the middle, Cris immediately rolling onto his side to spoon with her along her back.

  “Oh,” she mumbled. “I never asked who won the rigging contest last night.”

  “I don’t know,” Cris said, “but Leah disqualified herself because she’s won a couple now. She wanted someone else to win.”

  “And did I hear correctly, something about Gilo and a Cupid costume?” Landry asked.

  Tilly snickered. “I can totally see Abbey doing that to him.”

  “And apparently Leah flew Seth off the new frame and gave him a surprise blowjob,” Cris said.

  Tilly snorted, then yawned. “Okay, someone remind me to ask Leigh about that later. I bet that was a hoot. Poor Rusty. I hope his head doesn’t hurt too badly this morning.”

  “Knowing that SAM,” Landry said, “I suspect it’s his ass that hurts this morning after Eliza finished with him at the party.”

  Tilly fist-bumped with him. “True story.”

  Chapter Eight

  When Tilly, Landry, and Cris arrived for dinner, they walked in without knocking, as Leigh had told them. They found the triad and the two little girls in the living room, all of them stretched out on the floor and watching Blue’s Clues on TV.

  “That’s a sight,” Cris teased.

  “This show’s addictive,” Lucas said. “I mean, seriously addictive. Have you seen it? It’s good!”

  “Do not get them hooked on Barney,” Tilly warned. “I will hurt you in a nonconsensually bad way if you do. That purple thing grates on my nerves.”

  “Does it, now?” Landry drawled.

  She glared up at him. “Red,” she softly said.

  He let out a huffy sigh. “Party pooper.”

  Cris softly snickered. When Landry turned his gaze on the man, Cris grinned. “Red. Sorry, Master. I know I can’t usually safeword, but I’m not pissing her off.”

  Landry let out another sigh and slowly shook his head in disappointment.

  There were more than enough leftovers from the night before. Tilly helped Leigh set everything out while the men watched TV with the kids.

  “You would have had a blast last night,” Tilly said. “Seriously.”

  Leigh wore an odd smile. “Who says I didn’t?”

  “I didn’t think you played?”

  “We did…after.”

  Tilly gently bumped her with her hip. “Oh, yeah?”

  Leigh’s face turned an adorable shade of pink, which Tilly didn’t fail to notice. “What’s going on?”

  Leigh dropped her voice even more. “I forgot to take my pill the past couple of days and Lucas busted me on it when I tried to get out of playing with them. Sort of forced me to make up my mind one way or another.”

  “Aaannd?”

  She shrugged. “I said it was Master’s choice.”

  Tilly grinned. “More or less than five times today?”

  “If I’m walking bow-legged by next week, you’ll know why.”

  Tilly snorted and pulled Leigh in for a hug. “Congrats in advance, sweetie.”

  “I…” Leigh let out a sigh. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to rub this in your face, because I’m not. I love you. We all do.”

  “Why would I think that?”

  “Because…” She shrugged again. “I know it’s…different.”

  “Stop. Not your fault. Besides, I am a mom. She’s not my ‘adopted daughter.’ She’s my daughter. Full stop. And while I had a blast last night, and love having a houseful of kids, I think I’m good with only one of my own. Landry and Cris are like big kids sometimes. They keep me plenty busy. And it’s not like it’s a secret you wanted more kids, honey. We’ve discussed this before.”

  “I guess we’ll be shifting schedules around.” Leigh softly groaned.

  “What?”

  “Well, presuming I…do, and quickly, that means I’m going to be dealing with that one production in Jordan this summer. Ugh.”

  “Which one?”

  “The Martian one. We’re already on the books for it. Kill. Me. Now.”

  Tilly shrugged. “I can go.”

  “You hate Jeremiah.”

  Tilly grinned. “No, he hates me. I enjoy torturing him because the guy, as brilliant a director as he might be, is a whiny submissive. I push his buttons, but I get shit done, don’t I?”

  “You might be getting a full on-screen producer credit and pay bump if you deal with that. Last place I want to be when I’m puking my guts up is in a desert in summer in a foreign country where I can’t get my regular stomach-settling food. And we can’t drop this film.”

  “I’ll do it. But we’re putting the cart before the horse.”

  Leigh leaned against her. “I love you, Til. You know that, right?”

  “Yeah, sweetie. I know. Love you, too.”

  “I was a paralegal. A freaking paralegal. Just a couple of years ago.”

  “You complaining?”

  “No. I’m just not sure how we got…here.” She looked around as if seeing the house for the first time. “Lucas and I had literally just decided, that day, that we were going to get married and have a baby, when we met Nick. The gay Dom and his bestie slave. Now I wake up some mornings, not sure this is even real. I look over and see, oh, yeah, I’m in bed with Trevor. Nichols.”

  Tilly stared at her. “Are you having some sort of existential crisis or something right now, honey?”

  “I don’t know. I…I don’t know. I want to be a mom. I love my guys. I love our life. But we can’t even go out and be…” She sighed.

  Tilly pulled her in and held her. “It’s okay. I know. Crazy times.”

  “I can’t even blame this on pregnancy hormones,” Leigh tearfully laughed. “Yet. I know if I asked him that Nick would drop out of Hollywood right now. Cancel his projects in front of the camera and focus on behind the camera. He would become my other husband and a dad. But still, what happens when Lily gets older? I can’t tell her not to call her other daddy ‘Daddy.’ That’s not a fair burden to put on her. Oh, shit. And here I am trying to have another one. I’m a horrible person. I’m an even horribler parent!”

  “No, you’re not. And it’s ‘more horrible,’ not ‘horribler.’ We weren’t raised in this lifestyle. I mean the Hollywoo
d one. We’ll do the best we can to raise our kids normally and give them a chance and teach them to be good people. That’s all we can do. But what we do means we can give them a good life and we can do stuff for the people we love. Like flying last-minute to Chicago to help someone out, or hunting someone down who ghosted.”

  Leigh took a deep, shuddering breath and turned from Tilly to wash her face in the kitchen sink, blotting her skin dry with paper towels.

  “Why do you always have your shit together and I feel like a train wreck next to you?” Leigh let out a harsh laugh.

  “I’m a great actor.” Tilly grinned. “Kind of comes with the nurse training. You have to keep your cool and triage and assess. Patients’ lives literally depend on medical professionals staying calm and thinking things through.”

  Tilly shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m not mentally shitting bricks, but you can’t let a patient see you lose your shit, because that only makes them more upset. We’re all acting, in one way or another. You didn’t know me in the…bad days.”

  Tilly stared at the floor for a moment. “Talk to Ross and Loren about those days. About how I was. You wouldn’t have hired that woman to walk your dog, or babysit your kid, much less help run a production company. You walked through fire, too, in your own way. Different than mine and it lasted a lot shorter time. But that’s not the point. The fire…it tempers us. Swordmakers have to heat the steel to harden it. People are the same way. Heat it too much, the metal becomes brittle. Not enough, it’s too soft. Done correctly, it makes it strong.”

  Leigh laughed again. “And now you’re a sword expert, too. Jesus fucking Christ, I look like a slacker next to you. I do good to get my Crocs on the correct feet on a good day.”

  Tilly grinned. “Hey, you’re the one put me on that medieval movie we just wrapped over in the UK. They had real blacksmiths for those scenes, not actors. I ask questions. I love to learn shit.”

  Out in the living room, the men all shouted, “Mail’s here!” accompanied by giggling from Lily and KC.

  The women looked at each other and laughed.

  Tilly dropped her voice. “And if you tried to put that in a movie, no one would believe that shit. Three Doms and an action hero, all cheering for Blue’s Clues with their daughters.”

  * * * *

  Once dinner was over and everyone had left, Nick put a sleeping Lily to bed while Lucas pulled Leigh into his arms.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. “I’m serious. Lucas to Leigh.”

  She rested her head against his chest. “Yes. I was talking to Tilly earlier. Told her we’re trying again.”

  In fact, Nick had nailed Leigh in the master bathroom a couple of hours earlier, a quickie on the counter that had left her horny and full of his cum.

  He’d told her he wanted her horny for that night.

  “Ah. Are you reconsidering?”

  “No.”

  He held her, his chin gently rubbing the top of her head. “Nick asked me today if he should start turning down acting jobs.”

  She pulled back. “What?”

  “He wants to spend more time with us and Lily. And…” He patted her tummy.

  “But he loves acting.”

  “He loves us. Acting is his job. He wouldn’t mind putting more time in with the production company.”

  “What’d you tell him?”

  “Same thing I would tell you if you’d said something like that to me. That it’s a three-way conversation we need to have as partners, not as Master and Alpha slave and beta slave. He’s our husband.”

  “What do you want him to do?”

  “I want him to be happy.”

  “That’s not an answer, Lucas.”

  “Same answer I’d give you.”

  “Like if I wanted to give Tilly a promotion and step back some?”

  He frowned. “You do?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Where’s this coming from?”

  “I miss our old life. I miss our friends. I’d like to stop spending weeks at a time apart from both of you because I have to be in LA and you’re in the UK and Nick’s in some other part of the world filming on location. I hate not being able to walk into a restaurant with Nick and holding hands with him, much less sitting cuddled against him, or giving him a kiss. I want our kids to have two daddies and not have to worry about if anyone gives a fuck.”

  He pulled her in again. “Do you want him to quit acting?”

  “No. I…I just want some freedom back in our lives. I want…us. I want to give Tilly my job and work as your assistant so at least I can be with you. Or with him, since he’s a partner. If I’m an assistant it means it’s less questions if I’m with him.”

  “We don’t have to publicly demote you while promoting her, you know. If she even wants a promotion. She’s pretty busy, too.”

  “But at least Landry and Cris have a business in LA already. It’s not like she’s not used to traveling.”

  “She’s got KC.”

  “And that means I’ll be more available to take care of her for them if they need me to. I want our kids raised here. In Florida. I don’t want them to think they aren’t common people. I want them raised with a work ethic, in a real world with real people. Our friends are real people. Leo runs a welding business. Jesse helps run a golf course. Nate’s an acupuncturist. We know accountants and cops and mechanics and engineers and paramedics and plumbers and electricians. Those are the kind of people I want our kids growing up to hold as heroes, not some party girl from Malibu.”

  “We also know a rock star.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  He sighed, pulling her close again. “Maybe we should hold off on the baby decision then, if it isn’t too late already.”

  “No. I don’t want to do that, either.”

  “Don’t want to do what?” Nick walked into the kitchen, buckling his collar around his neck but still wearing shorts.

  As Lucas filled him in, Nick leaned against the counter, listening, arms crossed over his chest and his gaze fixed on the floor.

  “Your thoughts?” Lucas asked.

  “Well, Sir—”

  “No,” Lucas insisted. “Equals.”

  Nick looked up, meeting his gaze, then hers. “I guess I’m so used to Hollywood that honestly? It’s become a second way of life for me. I’m used to the transition back and forth, because I had to hide in plain sight for so long. But it’s not fair to make Leigh unhappy.”

  Nick pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her. “And I want more kids. Honestly? If you said you didn’t want to stop having kids, I’d keep your legs in the air as long as I could.”

  She smirked. “That’s romantic.”

  “I’m serious. But if you also said no, one and done, I’m good with that, too. I love you guys, and I love Lily. I know I say this every holiday, but this was the best Valentine’s Day ever. Because I had you guys, and Lily, and we had our friends here. Every year, every holiday gets better because I have a family again. So if you tell me, ‘Nick, we’d be happier if you quit acting and stick to directing and writing,’ I’d say, okay. No problem.

  “Maybe I’m coming at this from a different direction than you guys are because I’ve done my time in Hollywood. While I know we need to make a living, you guys know our finances as well as I do. The condo’s paid off. This house is paid off. Cars are paid off. Figure insurance and taxes on the properties, and health insurance, and expenses, and with what we have banked and residuals I’ll have coming in for the rest of my life, I literally could stop working and we’d be okay. Especially if we sold the condo. So make this decision based on something other than money.”

  She stared up into his blue eyes. “Okay,” she softly said, glancing back at Lucas. “Tonight’s decision is that I do want another baby. I’ll talk to Tilly about promoting her and giving her a company share and raise. Then we can go from there.”

  Lucas stepped in, wrapping his arms around both of them. “Sounds like a plan to me
.” He kissed her, grinding his hips against her ass, his hard cock pressing through both of their shorts.

  He reached down and smacked her ass. “Someone has a job to do before bed, though,” he reminded her, and in front of her, Nick’s cock sprang to life, pressing through his shorts.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They retreated to the bedroom, where Lucas had her lie on her back with her ass at the edge of the bed. While she sucked on Nick’s cock, Lucas bent his head between her legs and started teasing her, slowly laving his tongue up and down her clit, dipping it into her pussy, gently sucking and teasing her until she was begging them to fuck her.

  Changing position, Nick stood between her legs as Lucas straddled her sixty-nine and held her legs back and out of the way while he built her orgasm up with his mouth.

  Completely pinned down, filled at both ends with cock, she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. Lucas had deliberately positioned her arms over her head, held down by his lower legs.

  He also put the nipple clamps on her, and the motion of Nick fucking her made them jiggle and drove her need even higher.

  Lucas finally took pity on Leigh and got her over, letting her come and finish before he started fucking her mouth for real instead of her just trying to suck a load out of his balls. Nick picked up the pace, too, holding on to her thighs and fucking her hard, fast, pumping his cock deep into her pussy when he came, following Lucas’ order to stay in there until he gave him permission to move.

  Climbing off her, Lucas got the inflatable dildo, slid it into her pussy, and inflated it before they moved her, propping her hips with pillows.

  The men curled up next to her on either side, and Lucas wore a pleased grin. “Thirty minutes.”

  Nick smiled. “Just be glad I’m worn out and can’t get it up again tonight.”

  “I really am going to be bowlegged, aren’t I?”

  “Maybe,” the men said together, laughing.

  “Like you’re complaining,” Lucas teased.

  She laced fingers with both of them. “No, Sir. I’ll never complain about time with my men. Love you both.”

  “Love you,” they replied in stereo, making her giggle again.