To Sir with Love [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  But had Graham played like this before? Had he held a woman afterward and talked about the experience? She had no clue, but she didn’t want to ask. It might embarrass him, and she still wasn’t entirely sure that Nando was all right with what had just happened.

  Graham stood. “I’ll be right back. Nature call.”

  Leta breathed a sigh of relief at her luck. As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, she glanced into Nando’s face. “Sir? One more question, please?”

  “Of course.”

  “Should Graham hold me as well? I mean, he topped me, too. Is it important for both of you to offer aftercare? He looks so lost. I’m feeling uncertain about where both your heads are right now, and it’s making me…it’s making me a bit afraid that this won’t turn out to be a positive experience when either of you look back on it.”

  Her heart pounded as she watched the emotions pass through Nando’s eyes. Finally, his facial muscles relaxed. “You noticed my jealousy, didn’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “We’ll talk about that later, when we’re alone. But for now, you’re right. He does need to give you aftercare as well. He and I talked about that, but not in detail.”

  She glanced toward the doorway, but didn’t hear him in the hallway yet. “Has he done this? I mean play like this.”

  Nando shook his head. “I don’t think he has this depth of experience, but he’s not new to it.”

  “Do you regret it, Sir? Do you regret allowing the fantasy to become real?”

  He stared at her for so long she was afraid he wasn’t going to answer before Graham returned. His expression was impossible to decipher. Finally, he shook his head. “No. No, I don’t.”

  Graham’s footsteps were approaching now.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  When Graham entered the room, Nando took his arms from around her. “Time for you to hold her. I need to make a nature call myself.”

  She waited until Graham joined her on the sofa, then she tentatively crawled into his lap. It felt so good to be in his arms, but guilt overwhelmed her as much as contentment did. What the hell had she done by allowing this to happen?

  She’d give Nando anything he wanted. She loved him with her heart and soul. And this had been a fantasy of his for a long time now. Leta realized she’d done nothing wrong, per se, and that what he felt right now was all on him, but that did nothing to stop her sadness. She’d wanted this to be perfect, not only for her, but for both the men as well.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She couldn’t tell Graham any of this. It wouldn’t be right. Nando was her Dom and any discussion of his feelings needed to be between them and only them. She gazed into Graham’s beautiful blue eyes. “I had a wonderful time. I hope you both did as well.”

  He cut his gaze toward the doorway, and she didn’t need to study his face closely to realize he sensed Nando’s discomfort as well. “I did. I wasn’t lying before when I told you that. And I know he did, too. Don’t worry, okay? It’s a dude thing. We’ll be okay.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yes, I do. I mean that. I’ll talk to him. Okay?”

  “Your friendship means the world to him. To both of us. I can’t lose that.”

  Graham sighed and pulled her close, stroking her hair. Shivers ran up and down her body as memories of what it had felt like to have his dick inside her raced through her mind. “You won’t lose it and neither will he. I swear to you, Leta, I will not let that happen.”

  She snuggled closer and closed her eyes, wishing she could believe the conviction in his voice. This was supposed to have been the most erotic, decadent night of her life, and instead she was afraid two best friends would be at odds because of it. And worse, she really felt sorry for Graham because she couldn’t imagine what the past two years had been like for him. She also knew it would be a long, long time before she forgot the taste of his kisses, or the sound of his voice whispering in her ear.

  That is, if she forgot those sensations at all.

  Chapter Six

  Nando punched the tiled wall behind the sink and then put his hand to his mouth, sucking the wound he’d just made. “That was goddam stupid.” Yes, it was. Breaking a bone wouldn’t solve this. Nothing would solve it. He’d brought this on himself by pushing Leta to give him what he’d told her he wanted.

  What the fuck had he been thinking?

  While in the throes, watching Graham fuck her hadn’t bothered him. He’d thought it would, but his mind hadn’t been on anything except her body and the sensations he loved to give her. She’d responded so well to both of them that Nando hadn’t stopped to analyze his emotions. He’d simply reacted to hers, the way he always did.

  But then he’d caught her checking out Graham. And he’d seen that look in her eyes. The one she saved for lost kittens and crying children. The one that meant her heart had been touched by something.

  He knew he was overreacting. He felt it. This was his doing, after all. She hadn’t been gung ho about this at first, but he’d pressured her and pushed her to talk about it, until finally she’d given in. He knew she wanted to. That wasn’t what was bothering him. This had been consensual. What bothered him is that Graham had brought up high school, and Leta had obviously been moved by Graham this evening in more ways than one.

  He stared at his reflection in the mirror. “Well, dumbass? What the fuck did you expect would happen? She’s not a prostitute.”

  He knew that, too. He knew that Leta wouldn’t be able to simply play, have sex, then act like it had never happened. It’s just that he hadn’t thought this far ahead. He’d been going with his gut. And his dick. And now there would be the devil to pay and it was all on him to make this right somehow. Leta was the love of his life, and Graham was his best friend. He couldn’t lose either one.

  He’d die first before he let that happen, so it was time to man up and get a grip on his emotions.

  * * * *

  Graham breathed in Leta’s scent, committing it to memory. Everything from the sweat to the smell of the lube that had filled her pussy and ass. He wanted all of it inside his consciousness, because he was absolutely certain after catching the look on Nando’s face that he would never be invited back here to play and have sex with Leta again.

  Not that he’d been expecting that. Nando had made it clear it was a fantasy he’d asked for. A one-time-only deal. He’d been up front about that. What Graham hadn’t expected, however, was the rush of emotion the experience would bring.

  He’d topped Bailey in play a few times. Shortly after Teddy’s first birthday she’d asked him one day, out of the blue, if she could try it. Before his marriage, he’d attended munches and play parties, so he wasn’t entirely inexperienced. But he’d never had a session like the one he’d had tonight.

  He’d never experienced this high, or this feeling of control mixed with gratitude. Leta had given so much of herself to both men. The endorphin rush from being able to give her such immense pleasure was like taking a powerful drug that he could no longer live without. He had to have it again, over and over. But how the hell was that possible?

  He and Nando had been friends since they could walk. And he would die before he’d do anything to jeopardize that friendship. How could he tell Nando what he felt right now? He’d see it as a betrayal of trust. Graham had agreed to a one-time deal. So had Leta.

  What the fuck was he going to do here?

  “Is he all right?”

  Graham glanced down into Leta’s beautiful face. “What?”

  “Nando. Is he okay? He’s been gone a long time.”

  Had he been? Graham had no clue. “I’m sure he’s fine. Do you need more water? Or chocolate?”

  “No…Sir. Thank you. Just hold me. This is so nice.”

  Graham bit back a moan. Her voice was still breathy and far away, so he knew she might not even remember this later. Nando had told him how deeply into subspace Leta was able to go. But he was fully aware o
f everything going on, and he wanted to remember this. Every word, every scent, and every sensation.

  He pulled her tighter against his body and closed his eyes, letting the images from the past two hours wash over him. No one could get inside his head. He could hold the memories there as long as he wanted to, and nobody would see them or know they were in there. They were his secret.

  * * * *

  Leta woke and blinked a few times, trying to remember what day it was. Saturday. It was Saturday. And last night, Nando and Graham had topped her in play and fucked her silly.

  She sat up, glancing around. The room was still dim, which meant it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. Nando was asleep next to her, snoring softly. Graham had spent the night at Nando’s insistence. Was he still in the house, or had he gone home already?

  She crawled out of bed and used the bathroom, then shrugged on a robe and made her way to the other side of the house where the remainder of the bedrooms were. Each of the doors were open. She peered into every room which was silly because she knew which bedroom he normally stayed in. All were empty, and there was no evidence to indicate anyone had slept in one.

  Leta walked into the room Graham normally chose when he stayed over and took a sniff. She swore she could smell him in here, but that might be her imagination. Likely his scent still lingered on her since she hadn’t yet showered from last night, or it simply lingered in this room since he’d slept in it so many times during the past two years.

  Should she call or text him, just to make sure he was okay? It didn’t seem right that he’d spent the night and then left without saying anything, after all they’d shared. But she wasn’t upset with him, or with Nando. Her heart went out to Graham. Everything had changed, and Leta didn’t know what to do about it. She had hoped they could all sit down today, after their heads were clear and some time had passed, to talk about last night.

  Leta debated whether to try and go back to sleep, but she knew now that she wouldn’t be able to. Instead she poked her head in the bedroom she shared with Nando again, just to see if he was still sleeping, and then she went into one of the other bathrooms to take a shower so she didn’t disturb him. Once she finished, she dressed as quietly as possible, and then went to the kitchen to make coffee for Nando and a strong cup of tea for herself.

  She was really hungry but liked to wait and eat with him. Still, she knew he wouldn’t mind if she ate something first this morning, especially after their intense play last night. She nibbled on some toast, and then stared at her cell phone for twenty minutes before finally picking it up. She sent a quick text to Graham, asking if he was okay. Surely that couldn’t hurt, right? Just one friend checking up on another.

  So why then did she feel so guilty about it?

  When she heard stirring down the hall, she poured a fresh cup of coffee for Nando, and then took that and her tea cup into the bedroom. When Nando emerged from the bathroom, she’d placed the cups on the dresser and dropped to her knees, waiting for him. He smiled at her so tenderly she let out a sigh of relief. Everything was okay. He wasn’t upset about last night, and it would all be okay. He probably already knew that Graham was no longer in the house.

  “Good morning, pet.”

  “Good morning, Sir.”

  He stood in front of her and cupped her face, just as he did each morning.

  “I promise you my submission today, Sir, as well as my trust.”

  “And I promise you my protection and my trust.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He took her hands and she stood, then he pulled her into a gentle embrace. “Thank you for the coffee. I really need it this morning. Are you up to making a huge breakfast? I think we all could use it. Have you seen Graham yet? I’m not sure how long we should let him sleep. I have no idea what his plans are today.”

  Icy cold fear slid down her spine as she pulled out of Nando’s arms. “He’s not in the house, Sir.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s not like him.”

  “I sent him a text a moment ago, asking if he was okay. I was sure I remembered you asking him to stay.”

  “I did ask him. And he was sleeping when I finally came to bed with you. Did he answer the text yet?”

  “I don’t know. My phone is in the kitchen.”

  Nando release the embrace and picked up his phone from the dresser. “I have a text from him. Looks like he sent it about three in the morning.”

  She hadn’t thought to check Nando’s phone. “What does it say?”

  He held up the phone so she could read it.

  Left the house early. Didn’t want to wake you two. Thank you again for last night. I need some time to think about everything. See you at work Monday.

  Leta read it three times, and tried to push back the emotions that rose to the surface. It wasn’t only hurt that reared its ugly head. She felt used. And on the heels of that, fresh guilt washed over her. Graham had been through so much, and she couldn’t begin to understand it. But had she imagined his reaction to her after their session last night? What could have happened to drive him from the house this morning with nothing more than a text message to Nando?

  “What are you thinking, pet?” Nando watched her closely, and she caught the edge in his voice. Was there really any point now in keeping this to herself?

  “May I tell you while I make breakfast, Sir? I’m really hungry this morning, and the toast I ate isn’t cutting it.”

  He nodded. “I am, too. All right.” He palmed his phone and placed an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s eat.”

  Leta made eggs, pancakes with blueberries, bacon, and oatmeal. As she worked, she tried to explain to Nando all the emotions she’d experienced last night. “We’ve always been friends. That’s a given. And I did have feelings for Graham in high school, but I had them for you, too. I never stopped, even when I left the island.”

  “Me either. All I thought about was when you’d return.”

  She cut her gaze toward Nando, relieved that he showed no signs of jealousy this morning. “I know. But I’m the one who left. I could have stayed here and gone to school.”

  Nando waved a hand in the air. “Ancient history, pet. I’m not upset about that.”

  “Thank you, Sir. But with Graham, I’ve never been sure why we didn’t click when we dated, other than to say I think it was because Bailey was in the picture already.”

  “You backed off because of her.”

  “I did. Graham clearly liked her as well, and well…you know. I didn’t feel like I could compete.”

  “And now?”

  Her pulse raced, and she nearly lost her grip on the frying pan she’d just lifted from the burner. “I don’t understand the question, Sir.”

  “I mean do you have feelings once again for Graham?”

  His voice was soft, but she caught the undertone, and forced her gaze to meet his. “I’m not sure that’s what was going on last night. It was more that I felt sorry for him. I can’t imagine what he went through when Bailey and Teddy died. I’ve never lost someone that close to me. I don’t know what I’d do.”

  “None of us can truly understand what he feels.”

  “But I know he’s lonely. It shows. And last night…” She put down the frying pan before she dropped it. “Last night I could feel the energy coming off him. I could feel the pent up frustration releasing. Does that make sense? And afterward, the way he looked at me…I don’t know.”

  “Yes you do.”

  She couldn’t hide anything from him, but that was one of the reasons she loved him so much. “It’s insane.”

  “No, it’s not. Tell me.”

  “Well, I almost got the impression he’d like to repeat what we did. That he wants more from me than a one-time fantasy. But of course he’d be conflicted about that. He’s your best friend and he’d never hurt you.”

  “I know that. But why is it so impossible for you to believe that he’d still have s
trong feelings for you? Or that they never really went away? Or that last night wouldn’t have brought them all back to the surface?”

  “Because.”

  “He said last night he still has feelings for you. Do you remember that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So…why then is it so hard for you to believe that’s why he left the house, and that’s what is bothering him this morning?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Nando looked at her like she’d just announced her intentions to drive to the moon. “You know? I’ve never understood that. The way you can’t believe a man could want you. Never. You’re exquisite. Don’t you know that?”

  Leta placed a plate in front of him and then took a seat next to him with her own. “You make me believe it, Sir.”

  “I don’t believe your words, Leta. They sound rote. Tell me what is really bothering you, pet.” The sharpness of his tone wasn’t lost on her.

  “May I speak freely?”

  “I wish you would.” This time, his voice held a touch of humor, and Leta smiled.

  “All right. You were jealous last night. May we talk about that? I don’t want to be the cause of any animosity between you and Graham.”

  He covered her hands with his. “You’re not. I promise. Let’s eat first, and then we’ll talk about it.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Leta hoped that Graham was all right, and she prayed once again that she hadn’t made a huge mistake in saying yes to this fantasy. Nando meant everything to her, but she’d be lying if she said the feelings she had for Graham were strictly in the “good friends” category. Nando could see that. He wasn’t stupid, and not much got past him. She’d have to figure out a way to deal with those emotions as well.

  Chapter Seven

  Graham stood on the beach near the caves where so many teens he’d known in school used to come to smoke, drink, and make out. Most of his male family members avoided standing this close to the water, as though the ocean would suck them in and drown them for being a Raleigh or a Durante. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in the curse. He did. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get pulled into the ocean by an invisible force, any more than he was going to be able to handle what had happened last night.