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

by Tara Rose

  Leaving their house without so much as a note was the most cowardly thing he could have done. The text message he’d sent Nando a half hour later wouldn’t cut it, at least not with Leta. She’d be hurt by his gesture. Especially since he’d never answered her text from an hour ago.

  What the hell was wrong with him? Those two were the best friends he’d ever had. And last night had been the most erotic, perfect sexual and play experience he’d ever had. There. I said it. That was it. That was what bothered him. The woman he’d given up and now could never have had given him more than simply a fantasy. She’d fulfilled every one he’d ever had of what the perfect submissive and lover would be.

  He and Bailey had enjoyed a satisfying sex life, but she’d never been all that interested in what he needed as a Dom. He’d known that when he married her, and it hadn’t been important at the time. It remained unimportant in their short-lived marriage. Even when she finally asked him to introduce her to play, she’d done so because he wanted it, not because it had done all that much for her. He knew that, too. But he’d never held that against her. Never. He’d loved her and their son.

  But now…He raised his eyes to sky. “I wish I could talk to you. Just once. Just so you could tell me what to do right now.” He still loved Bailey. He always would. He’d shared something with her that no one else would ever replace or take away from him. Intellectually, he understood that. She’d always have a place in his heart that no one could touch. Just like Teddy would.

  But all the feelings he’d once had for Leta had come crashing back last night in a way he’d never anticipated. This morning, after a restless night during which she invaded his dreams, and he swore he could feel her lying next to him, he’d finally given up and wandered around the house. He’d stayed overnight so many times during the past two years, but never once had he dared to open their bedroom door. He wasn’t like that. He’d never cheat a friend.

  He’d listened to them both breathing softly in their sleep. Just enough light from the night light in the hallway had illuminated her form on the bed. She’d only been covered by a sheet, and he’d been able to trace the outline of her fucking gorgeous ass under the fabric. Every memory had assaulted his senses once again, and it had been all he could do not to cross the room, pull back the sheet, and beg her to fuck him again. He wouldn’t have even minded if Nando woke up and joined them.

  What the fuck was he going to do here? How could he simply pretend none of this had happened, or that the lust he felt for Leta wasn’t crippling his emotions and senses…still? He’d hoped by this morning it would have abated somewhat, but it was even worse in the harsh light of day. That’s why he’d left. There was no way he could have sat at the kitchen counter with them and had breakfast and coffee, making small talk about the weather or the resort project that Asa hated. No fucking way.

  Would he ever be able to do that again? Was his friendship with Nando ruined now? How the hell could he look either of them in the eyes again? And what would the rest of their friends and family say if they found out? He’d taken off his wedding ring six months ago, and that had caused enough of a stir. They’d freak out if he told them what he’d done to Leta last night, alongside Nando.

  He was so fucked here.

  * * * *

  Nando stalled for time by asking if Graham had texted her back yet. She eyed him for a second, knowing what he was doing, but she rose anyway and retrieved her phone. “No, Sir. Not yet. Want me to text him again?”

  Nando shook his head. “No, but I’d love more coffee.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She poured him a second cup, and then made herself another cup of tea after placing his coffee in front of him. She took her seat and shifted in it to face him, waiting.

  “I don’t want you to tell me you told me so.”

  “I won’t tell you that. We’re both in that place right now, Sir. You could easily say the same thing to me.”

  He nodded slowly. “You’re right. I don’t think either of us really thought this through, did we?”

  “No, we didn’t. But if we’re both conflicted about it, the discordance has to be greater for Graham right now. He’s got more baggage to balance than either of us do.”

  He studied her face for a moment. Nando had long suspected that Leta hadn’t told him the entire story of what had happened to her in school. He knew something had, because the woman who had finally returned to the island wasn’t the same fearless, carefree teen he’d known. She’d told him bits and pieces about a wannabe Dom who hadn’t treated her right, but he knew she was holding back.

  Should he push for the whole truth now? If he did, he’d be going back on his word. He’d told her they would talk about his jealousy, so first things first. “That’s true. He’s dealing with something we can’t begin to understand. And I guess it’s time for me to come clean as well. You already know I was jealous last night. But not for the reasons you probably think.”

  She didn’t say anything. She merely waited. One of the reasons he loved her so much was her innate ability to know when it was best to simply listen.

  “I was jealous of the way he looked at you. Like he’d never really seen you before, and now suddenly you were the completion of the girl he’d known in high school. Like he’d been waiting his entire life for last night. This morning when I found the text message, and now that we’ve talked, I realize how confused he must be over that. He loved Bailey. I know he did. And they had a good marriage. He must be very conflicted right now.”

  “I agree. It must be tearing him apart.”

  They didn’t say anything for a few moments, and then she spoke up again. “Sir, when you first asked me to do this, you said the idea of watching another man spank me and fuck me turned you on. Did you feel that way last night? I mean, did it arouse you like you thought it would?”

  He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. It did. Big time. All during the play and sex I was fine. Honestly, I was. I loved the way you just let go and enjoyed yourself. It was such a rush.”

  “But then everything changed during the aftercare.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, it did.” Nando took her hands, alarmed to find them so cool. She must be having a tougher time with this than he realized. “Graham is my best friend, but you’re the woman I love and my submissive. My first duty is to take care of your needs. And that’s the real conflict. If I put your needs first, I let Graham back off for as long as he needs to. I let him make the first move.”

  “And if you do that, you risk losing his friendship.”

  Nando nodded. He knew she’d understand this. “And if I put his needs first, I invite something into this house that neither of us have discussed. We’ve never even hinted about it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think you know.”

  “Will you tell me anyway, Sir? I don’t want to assume anything this morning, feeling like I do.”

  He smiled. “That’s a very diplomatic answer. You should run for office.”

  She laughed softly, and his heart soared. The sound of her laughter had always been manna to his ears, and this morning it was even sweeter considering the undercurrent between them. “All right. I admit it. I’m straddling the fence here.”

  “That’s okay. Perfectly understandable, under the circumstances. We’ve never discussed the possibility of letting another man into our dynamic.”

  She didn’t look happy, but she also didn’t look repulsed. He couldn’t help feeling giddy that she hadn’t brightened up and become all excited at the possibility. But he’d be a giant shit if he hadn’t brought it up. It needed to be discussed, even if they both agreed they had no interest in it. After last night, he had to know where her head was on this.

  “Is that what you want? To be a triad like Giselle, Kade, and Elliot?”

  They’d hosted Giselle’s collaring ceremony less than a month ago on the beach outside. “To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I could handle it. I invited Graham into the fantasy. I know that. B
ut the reality of it was intense. More intense than I thought it would be. And watching your reaction…it’s confusing to me, pet. Part of me is really thrilled that you responded so well. But I’m also wondering…” His voice trailed off. Could he tell her this? He had to. “I’m left wondering if you’ll be happy with just me again.”

  There. He’d said it. It was out there. Whatever happened now, at least she knew the truth.

  The look that came over her face made his dick rock hard. It was the most exotic combination of love and lust he’d ever seen in her eyes. She moved off her stool and into his arms, then kissed him like she’d never kiss him again. He tangled his fingers in her thick hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Her moans sent his desire spiraling out of control, and all rational thought was gone.

  He pulled off her robe, then got tangled trying to get out of his. She released the kiss and took it off him, slowly, a sly sexy smile on her beautiful face. “You still smell like sex.”

  “I should have showered.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t.” She licked his nipples, which forced loud moans from him, and then she knelt right there on the kitchen tiles and took his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh Jesus H. Christ…” He grasped her head and pushed his dick further in, and she responded with a near-death grip on it, sucking so hard he cried out as the spasms started already, deep in his groin. He couldn’t even think. All he could do was fuck, and he swore it wasn’t ten seconds before he reached the point of no return.

  When he came, he pumped so hard he was afraid he’d hurt her, but her soft moans told him how much she’d enjoyed it. When she stood, the sly smile was still on her face, and he pulled her roughly into his arms again and kissed her. He didn’t give a shit that she still had a mouthful of his cum. He loved this woman with his entire heart and soul, and he’d die if he lost her. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of and more.

  “Now I need another shower.”

  He glanced down at her naked body. “So do I.” Nando picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, and her delighted squeals and giggles followed them all the way down the hall.

  Chapter Eight

  Leta and Nando went into town Saturday evening for dinner. They didn’t do that very often, but Nando said she’d done enough work lately and wanted her to have a night off from making dinner and doing dishes. There were several places in town to eat, but both preferred Lady of The Night, the bar and restaurant that Giselle’s parents, Justin and Laila, owned. It had been in their family for generations, and was a local hotspot, especially on weekends.

  The food was great, as long as you stuck to dishes Laila had been making for decades. And she made Hurricanes better than any Leta had ever tasted. She and Nando found an empty table close to the counter, and settled down to wait for a server. Neither one picked up a menu. They’d been here often enough to know what they wanted.

  Giselle was seated on the other side of the bar with Kade and Elliot. Jade, Estevan, and Liam were with them. The two waved to the group, who all waved back.

  “They’re all new at this,” said Nando, opening a menu.

  “At what, Sir?” She only called him “Sir” in public if it was unlikely anyone could hear them, but sometimes it slipped out anyway. And since when do you need to look at a menu in here?

  “The triads. The ménages over there. They’re new at it.”

  “Yes, they are.”

  “So, I’m wondering how they handle it.”

  “Maybe we should ask them? Or better yet, ask Arizona, Dallas, and Celina. They’ve been together almost three months now.”

  “That’s not that long either.”

  “Longer than anyone else on this island.”

  He finally put the menu down, and was about to speak when their server, Kirstie Macey, came over. Of Giselle’s two older sisters, Leta always thought Kirstie was the more unpleasant one, but neither woman was as kind or warm as Giselle. Still, it was good to see Giselle enjoying herself tonight instead of serving food and drinks behind the bar, watching everyone with a wistful look in her eyes.

  After they’d given Kirstie their drink and appetizer order, Leta took Nando’s hands and fixed her gaze on his face. “Do you want to have them over for dinner? Arizona, Dallas, and Celina, I mean.”

  “Maybe.”

  She leaned closer and lowered her voice, “Sir, it’s all right if you want to talk to someone about how such an arrangement works. It doesn’t mean we have to make it a reality.”

  “I know, pet.”

  “So what’s bothering you?”

  “You’ll think I’m nuts if I say it.”

  “No I won’t. Never.”

  “When we were in the shower earlier, I kept wondering whether Graham would enjoy helping me paddle your sexy ass with that bath brush. And then I wondered if he’d ever fucked a woman against the shower wall.”

  “So, am I interpreting what you’re saying correctly? You were worried after last night whether I’d find sex and play as satisfying with only you. And now, you found yourself wishing Graham had been with us this morning?”

  “Something like that. Not quite wishing he were there as much as wondering whether he’d enjoy it as much as I was.”

  “So, what do you want to do about that, Sir?”

  “I don’t know yet.” Kirstie plunked down their drinks and appetizer. When she turned to leave, Nando picked up his glass, and Leta followed suit. “But tonight, I want to enjoy an evening out with my beautiful, sexy girl.” He clinked his glass against hers. “To late summer nights.”

  “I’ll drink to that.”

  Her gaze drifted around the bar as Nando dug into their breaded Cajun shrimp, and when she spotted Graham watching them from the street, she waved. Nando followed her gaze, and then he rose and walked toward his friend.

  Leta was so grateful to see Graham alive and in one piece, but she frowned as she watched the exchange between him and Nando. It didn’t look like Graham was going to come inside. This was what she’d feared. That they would both lose him as a friend. She was about to go over and join them as well when finally the two men approached the table.

  Leta pulled a chair over from a nearby table and smiled at Graham. He didn’t return her smile, but he wasn’t angry, either. Leta swore it looked like he’d been crying, and from his disheveled look and rumpled clothes, she wasn’t sure he’d gone home yet. His shirt was covered in wet sand, like he’d been lying on the beach when the tide came in.

  “We were worried about you. Are you okay?”

  “So Nando says.”

  Nando signaled for Kirstie, who stomped over as if they’d just interrupted her at something very important. “Can you get him a plate and some silverware, plus a Hurricane? Bring us water, too.”

  “Sure.”

  “She’s always so pleasant,” said Graham.

  Leta forced back a laugh at the sarcasm in his voice. This didn’t seem the right time to joke, even if the humor came from him.

  Graham finally made eye contact with her. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your text. I’ve been thinking.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  He glanced around. “Not here.”

  “That’s fine,” said Nando, pushing the appetizers toward him. “Have dinner with us and then we’ll talk in private.”

  Graham gave him a look of anguish that nearly broke Leta’s heart. They had to do something here, and fast. “I’m not sure I can walk inside your house again.”

  “Then we’ll talk at your place.”

  “No. Not a good idea either.”

  “Where then?”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  Kirstie practically threw a plate on the table, and then she plopped down Graham’s drink. Nando shot her a nasty look. “Do you think you could stop being surly just long enough to take our dinner orders?”

  “What do you want?”

  Nando ordered dinner for her and himself, which was part of their dynamic,
and then he asked Graham what he wanted.

  Graham opened the menu and took his time, forcing several loud sighs from Kirstie, and this time Leta found it hard not to laugh. She knew he was doing it on purpose, and she found the humor under the circumstances endearing. When he finally ordered dinner, she and Nando waited for him to speak first.

  “Look you two, I had a wonderful time last night. It was amazing. But…”

  “But nothing. Dude, we’ve been friends forever. This has been on our minds all day. We care about what happens to you. Come back to the house with us tonight so we can talk about this. Nothing else has to happen. But at least talk to us.”

  He stared at Nando for a long time, but Leta couldn’t interpret his expression. When he turned his gaze on her, she nearly started to cry from the lust and pain in his eyes. “And what happens if I want to do more than talk?” She had to strain to hear him. His question had been that soft.

  She didn’t want to break eye contact. Her heart did that weird fluttery thing it used to do when she was younger and infatuation was new. Graham’s eyes were so dark tonight they reminded her of sapphires. Finally, she cut her gaze toward Nando to gauge his reaction. He watched them both, but there was no trace of the jealousy she’d glimpsed last night. Thank God!

  “Then we should talk about that, too,” he said.

  Graham stared at Nando as if he had lobsters crawling on his face. “You’re kidding.”

  “No. Not kidding. Let’s get all that out in the open.”

  “You two aren’t upset.”

  “Not even close, dude.” He pushed the appetizer plate closer. “Try these. They’re fabulous tonight.”

  The hope that crossed his face nearly took her breath away. She gazed at Nando, willing him to see the love and gratitude in her eyes right now. What he’d just done meant the world to Graham. When he winked at her, she smiled and sipped her drink. It would be okay now. She knew it. Somehow, they’d work this out.