Love Slave for Two: Retribution [Love Slave for Two 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Tymber Dalton

  “Excellent. So granted. Court is adjourned.” He gaveled it and started signing papers.

  “What? We can’t be done!” Everyone stared at Susan. Her attorney tried to quiet her, but she slapped his hands away and stood. “This…no! I won’t allow it!”

  The judge looked up. “Madam, you are one word away from a contempt finding. I suggest you take this out of my courtroom. Now.”

  Her brothers apparently had more sense than she did and tried to lead her out, but she fought them. “No! He can’t marry that…that…man! That’s against God’s law!”

  “Well, I don’t know if God likes it or not,” the judge said, “and frankly, I don’t care. It’s not against Georgia or federal law, and that’s all that matters to me. Bailiff, take her into custody for contempt of court and have her locked up for an hour to cool off. Then she can apologize to the court at the start of the late session in my courtroom, or she can spend a night in jail and do it in the morning before open session starts tomorrow.”

  The bailiff took out a pair of handcuffs, but when Susan tried to run from him, Tommy stuck out a foot where he was sitting and tripped her. Ten minutes later, two more bailiffs were helping the first drag a kicking and screaming Susan out of the judge’s chambers, and they’d called for reinforcements and for a female officer to join them so she could take point.

  By that time, Susan had earned herself a minimum of forty-eight hours behind bars to cool off, per the aggravated judge, and would have to appear in the judge’s courtroom to apologize at the start of an open session before she’d be released. She’d get one chance a day until she apologized, and the judge was prepared to keep her in jail until she complied.

  Colin’s attorney also requested a restraining order for Colin and Andrew against Susan, Brad, and Conner, which the judge granted.

  Colin and Andrew had remained silently seated at the table during the commotion, smiles on their faces as they held hands. The judge nodded to them and returned the signed copies of the orders to their attorney.

  “See my clerk about filing them.” Then he looked at Andrew and Colin and smiled. “Congratulations, gentlemen. And thank you for giving me something really good to talk about tonight at my weekly poker game.”

  * * * *

  Nevvie was only able to contain her excitement until they reached the hallway. She let out a whoop before she hugged Colin, then Andrew. “You sneaks! Now how are we supposed to throw you a wedding if y’all already got married?”

  Andrew draped an arm around Colin’s shoulders. “Well, we did everything so quickly at the attorney’s suggestion that we didn’t have time to shop for rings. So we were thinking perhaps you and Karen can coordinate something for us at the house, and we’ll do a repeat performance, the right way this time.”

  Colin kissed Andrew. “You win the bet.”

  “What bet?” Nevvie asked.

  “Andrew bet me Susan would get herself thrown in jail for a disruption. I thought she’d be smart enough not to do that. He was right.”

  “What’d Dad win?” Tommy asked.

  Colin’s cheeks filled with pink, even as he smiled. “No comment.”

  Andrew wore a playful smile. “It’s…personal.”

  If Andrew was anything like his son, Nevvie could only guess what winning that bet had cost Colin.

  And she also suspected Colin would enjoy every second of paying up behind a locked bedroom door.

  They walked the men out to the parking garage. “When did you decide to get married?” Tyler asked.

  “Unlike Florida, Georgia doesn’t have a waiting period,” Colin said. “So my attorney prepared all of the paperwork this week and wanted us to time it so they wouldn’t have any time to prepare or respond. As soon as we got married, he immediately filed all the other paperwork for us and received certified receipts for it from the clerk.”

  “Apparently Bob gave him the idea,” Andrew added. “He’d researched it and called Colin’s attorney last week. Said the judge likely wouldn’t overrule it, and it would cause the case to be dismissed with prejudice. When the attorney presented us with that option, we immediately agreed.” He smiled. “The hardest part was keeping it secret from the rest of you. Please don’t take offense to that, but even Bob made the point that if they had time to formulate a defense for it, or make a motion before the hearing to delay things, they’d try to use us getting married so soon as a point in their favor that we weren’t thinking clearly.”

  “Sneaks,” Nevvie insisted. “You’re a couple of sneaks.” She kissed Andrew, then Colin on the cheeks. “And I love you both.”

  “What happens now?” Tom asked.

  Colin smiled at Andrew. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a steak. How about we stop by the store, grab enough to feed everyone, and hold a cookout tonight?”

  Andrew kissed him. “Aces, Mr. Paulson. Simply aces.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Once everything was cleaned up following their celebratory cookout, and everyone who didn’t live there went home for the night, Andrew led Colin to the master bedroom and locked the door behind them.

  “I feel like music,” Andrew said as he walked over to the TV. His cable package had music channels, too. “What do you feel like, hmm?”

  “How about some rock, Sir?”

  Andrew smiled. “Fifties? Sixties?”

  Colin snorted. “How old do you think I am, anyway? Got any Aerosmith?”

  “How about something we can dance to?” Andrew selected a channel and Air Supply filled the room.

  Colin smirked as Andrew walked over, took him into his arms, and started slowly dancing with him. “Eighties soft rock, huh? Maybe I should have checked you out better before I married you, Sir.”

  Andrew grinned. “I did warn you there might be dark parts of my soul you’d rather not be exposed to.”

  “I thought you meant homicidal tendencies. Not horrible taste in music.”

  “What’s wrong with this music?”

  Colin smiled. “Nothing, Sir.”

  “Good answer, pet.” They slowly swayed and circled, and Andrew’s heart felt full and healed in a way it had not since…

  He’d rather not think about that. Not tonight.

  Not on this most perfect of nights, and in the arms of this most perfect of men.

  “Oh.” Andrew reached into his pocket and removed the remote control for the butt plug and changed the setting. Colin’s head dropped onto Andrew’s shoulder and he let out a soft moan.

  “Dammit,” he muttered.

  “Problem, pet?”

  “No, Sir.” He ground his hips against Andrew, and Andrew was pleased to feel a full erection rubbing against his own. “Just very, very horny.”

  “At least I waited until we were home to put it in.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  Andrew chuckled and tossed the remote onto the bed so he could once again hold Colin without anything between them.

  Except clothes.

  “Why aren’t you naked yet?”

  “You wanted to dance, Sir, or I’d be sucking your cock right now.”

  “Hmm.” He kissed Colin, taking his time and enjoying the build-up. One of the disadvantages of their age being they usually only had the one chance at a time, and sometimes not even that. Tonight he wanted to love his husband and suck his cock and, hopefully, time things close, even if not perfectly, so they came together.

  He edged them toward the bed before he reached up with one hand and unfastened Colin’s top shirt button. “The nice thing about being retired is that we can sit back and do nothing but fuck around all day when the children aren’t home.”

  “And they wonder why we smile all the time.”

  “Quite.” Another button. “Any special requests?”

  “To keep lovin’ me as good as you have so far. I don’t want to be in charge anymore. I’ve had enough of it in my life. Not until I absolutely have to.”

  The third button fell to his fi
ngers. “No worries, pet. Simply give yourself over to me.” His eyes met Colin’s. “I’ll take care of you…Mr. Paulson.”

  Another sweet smile. “That’s gonna take a while to get used to.”

  “I told you it was your choice.” Button four parted ways.

  “I know. I wanted your name. I’m through with those kids of mine. I like yours better.”

  “Me, too, pet. No offense.”

  “None taken.”

  “You realize you aren’t allowed to wear clothes tomorrow once everyone leaves for the day, don’t you? I plan on putting a small sign on the door warning visitors to call first or knock at their risk.”

  Colin’s eyes widened. “I think you’re serious.”

  “I am.” The fifth button separated, quickly followed by the rest. Andrew opened Colin’s shirt and leaned in to suck his left nipple, then the right, accompanied by soft whines from Colin. “I plan on making one sexual fantasy of yours come true over my morning coffee.”

  Colin’s hips had started rocking against Andrew. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

  “And we shall sit down tomorrow, since we haven’t really had a chance to do this yet, and create a list of more, for both of us, so we don’t waste any time.”

  He latched on to Colin’s left nipple again, grazing his teeth over it, loving the way Colin responded to him. He reached up and pinched the right one, his own cock veeerrry interested in the activities and wanting to know when his turn would arrive.

  After a few minutes, he switched, teasing Colin’s right nipple with his mouth and pinching the left. Colin’s hands travelled everywhere—down Andrew’s arms, over his back, cupping his ass—unable to just settle and take it due to how intense it felt.

  Something else to work on.

  Although watching his pet squirm was quickly becoming a new favorite thing.

  Andrew lifted his head and smiled. “Love you, Mr. Paulson.”

  Colin’s gaze looked sweetly glazed, eyes heavy-lidded. “Love you, Mr. Paulson.”

  “Undress me, then we can climb into bed and I’ll play with the remote control some more.”

  Once they were naked in bed, on their sides and in a sixty-nine, Andrew retrieved the controller. “Remember, pet. Not without permission.” He changed the setting and a rolling moan erupted from Colin. “Suck my cock.”

  Hot, eager lips engulfed his member and he smiled, already knowing that, at least tonight, he’d be able to give his boy a mouthful of cum.

  Nice. He set the controller aside and swallowed Colin’s cock, laving his lips and tongue over the head, using a hand to play with his balls and stroke his shaft. Colin’s technique had greatly improved from their first encounter as he eagerly took mental notes on what Andrew did to him and replicated it.

  It didn’t matter how long they might have together. Maybe this was fast, but it was real and powerful and good and had healed both of their hearts.

  He was a beautiful man full of life’s scars, and he’d willingly given himself to Andrew in all ways.

  Literally.

  Andrew hadn’t demanded he hand over everything—it’d been Colin’s request. Not simply as a way to escape his children, either.

  They had talked about the letters. Andrew didn’t feel bad about not disclosing to Tom that Colin had helped him with the translations, because Andrew knew Colin wasn’t going to say anything about them.

  More importantly, the letters had led them both to deeper discussions.

  And to happiness.

  Even on the infinitesimal chance they later decided they weren’t “in love” with each other, they still wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. The sex was better than Andrew could have dreamed of at this time in their lives, and Colin thrived with the love of Andrew’s children and grandchildren.

  They weren’t alone.

  They understood each other.

  Except Andrew thought there was about as much chance of them falling out of love as there was Crystal coming back to life.

  Imperfection was still beautiful, especially when it held as much heart and hope as they had.

  He took his time, using the tip of his tongue to tease Colin’s slit, tasting him, stroking his cock with his lips and tongue and loving every sound the man made. In return, Colin was learning and very, very dedicated to making Andrew feel good.

  Andrew circled the base of Colin’s cock with his fingers. “You may come, pet.” He went as deep as he could and started quickly stroking Colin’s cock with his hand, sucking hard, feeling his own release boiling up within him.

  Colin moaned when he tasted Andrew’s cum in his mouth, and moaned again when Andrew brought him over almost at the same time. And when, a few minutes later, they were lying next to each other and catching their breath, Andrew switched off the controller.

  Colin turned around and snuggled against Andrew’s shoulder. “That thing is wicked.”

  Andrew kissed him. “Is it now?”

  “Yeah. It…it’s great. Some of the settings are harder to hold back against than others.”

  “So one question then. Should we share that one or should I get a second one, hmm?”

  Colin shyly smiled. “I’ll share with you, Sir, but I’m not ready to share it yet.”

  Andrew nuzzled noses with him. “Then I should buy a second one.”

  Colin eventually dragged himself out of bed to remove the butt plug and clean it. When he returned, he crawled in next to Andrew and pulled the covers over them.

  “I think we do pretty good for a couple of old geezers,” Colin joked.

  “Your face at the doctor’s office that day was adorable.”

  “What face?”

  “When he mentioned sexual activity, and I said yes, as frequently as possible. You turned positively beet red.”

  “Sadist,” Colin muttered.

  Andrew nipped his earlobe. “Yes, pet? And your point being?’

  He sighed. “Guess I should consider myself lucky you’re not into spankin’ me.”

  “Yes, you should.” Andrew smiled. “I can’t wait until your next annual when he gives you the finger exam.”

  “What?”

  “Oh, by then I plan to have you so thoroughly conditioned that I hope to see bright red embarrassment on your face if you pop wood.”

  “Um…yes, Sir?”

  “That wasn’t a no, pet.”

  “Um…I know, Sir.” Colin nuzzled his face against Andrew’s shoulder. “I did say you’re in charge, Sir.”

  Andrew felt his smile widen. “Very good, pet. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Nevvie collapsed, clothes and all, facedown onto their bed once they’d said good-night to the kids and locked themselves in their bedroom.

  “Can life please settle down for a little while now?” she mumbled into the covers.

  Tommy stretched out next to her. “Right? No homicides, or homicidal maniacs. No storms or shitty, gold-digging relatives.”

  Nevvie rolled onto her back and stared at Tyler, where he lounged against their bathroom doorway. “No health problems, no poisonings, and no falls off ladders.” She poked Tommy hard in the shoulder.

  Tyler wore a sexy smirk, made only sexier by his killer blue eyes. “That’s it, angel. Remind our sweet boy of his place in the food chain.” He started unbuttoning his shirt.

  Tommy rolled her on top of him, only letting out a little grunt at the exertion. “I’m thinking Dad and Dad ain’t the only ones celebratin’ tonight, huh, baby girl?”

  She wiggled a little and felt his cock harden in his shorts under her. “Got that right.”

  For the first time since Tyler was called away to Brussels, Nevvie actually felt like she could emotionally…breathe. Like they’d finally stepped off the hamster wheel and the world was spinning on without them, at least for a little while.

  Zoey was coping, and her counselor assured the three of them that she was healing and making healthy progress.r />
  “The Dads” were now able to enjoy their new life together.

  Steven’s father had called him tonight to let him know that he was divorcing Susan, and if Steven would ask Colin if it was okay if he brought Courtney, Sarah, and Robert over for visits, or if the restraining order pertained to them, too.

  When Steven had asked Colin, he’d taken the phone from him and had a good conversation with the man.

  So that was another healing emotional wound.

  Nevvie wasn’t stupid enough to jinx them by saying life was perfect, but life was good enough for now.

  Good enough she knew she needed to follow the counselor’s advice to her that she didn’t need to feel guilty or deny herself Ty and Tommy’s love and affection just because of everything else going on around them.

  Tonight, with the weight of worry finally off her shoulders, Nevvie knew she needed her sweet love gods now more than ever.

  Tyler slipped his shirt off, balled it up, and tossed it into the hamper. “I believe I know a certain pet who is long overdue for some well-deserved TLC, hmm?”

  Nevvie rocked against Tom’s bulge, hints of her own libido finally peeking out from the safety of the cave it’d disappeared into for the past several weeks. “You’d better believe it.”

  Tom’s hands settled on her hips, trying to work under her shirt. “You’re wearin’ too much clothes, baby girl. Give a guy a break, huh?”

  She grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it off over her head, tossing it toward Tyler, who managed to snag it from mid-air and then add it to the hamper. “Better?”

  Tom cupped his hands over her the front of her bra. “Not yet.”

  She reached behind her, unsnapped it, and lobbed it toward Tyler. “How about now?”

  “Now you’re talkin’.”

  Heat shot through her, like jump-starting a battery, as the pads of his thumbs brushed over her nipples. They tightened into tight, sensitive peaks, aching for more attention from him. Her clit throbbed with every stroke, starting a sweet, deep ache inside her pussy.

  Yeesss.

  Tyler unfastened his slacks and took his time stripping out of them, and his briefs. Lust coalesced within her core, lower, firing a hunger inside her cunt that she knew could only be sated by her men.