He was exactly where he needed to be, with the two people he loved more than anything else in this world, and fuck Lydia.
He’d survived, thrived, and they were alive.
Salty pre-cum leaked from the end of Max’s cock and Sean swallowed every drop. He was barely aware of his own orgasm now creeping up on him, his hips trying to thrust in time with Cali’s movements, the rope tight against his skin.
Max. His smile, his eyes.
His heart.
His own orgasm caught up and exploded, making him moan, which triggered Max coming. Sean swallowed and swallowed and took every inch of meat Max crammed deep down his throat, knowing his guy wouldn’t choke him.
Finally, Max rose up a little, pulling his cock from Sean’s mouth, then slid down him far enough to lean in and deeply kiss him. His tongue swept through Sean’s mouth, likely tasting himself and lingering, exploring.
Nose to nose, Max smiled. “Love you, buddy.”
“Love you, too.”
He pressed a kiss to the tip of Sean’s nose. “Why don’t you lie here and rest? We’ll finish this up. Take a nap.”
It was a suggestion Sean was happy to follow.
* * * *
Max stood and helped Cali onto her shaky feet. Then he pulled her in for a kiss. “Love you,” she said.
He smiled. “Love you, too, baby.”
She looked around him. “Is he asleep already?”
“Yep. He needed that. Let’s get dressed and finish up. We can let him stay there. I’ll loosen his ropes in a little while.”
“Okay.”
Loren and Ross were two of the last ones left, and the others were in the process of packing up to leave. Loren and Cali sat at the table by the pool while Ross showed Max a tie Max had been trying to perfect and still had trouble with.
“Sean okay?” Loren asked. They could see him asleep on the couch in the living room, still tied up, although Max had already loosened his ropes.
“Yeah. Tired. Mentally and physically. I’m glad the Lydia thing’s over. He needed that.”
“I think we all did. If you’d wanted to sell tickets to scattering her ashes you probably could have.”
“Yeah, this was for the guys, mostly, and a little for me. If I’d known the full extent before, though, I might not have done it at all.”
“No one’s perfect. And it’s more important you were able to make this one thing right that you could for them.”
“I guess.”
“So what’s wrong?”
Cali shook her head. “I know it’s not my problem, but I don’t understand why some people are like…her.”
“Like you said, not your problem. Some people are hardwired to be shitty the way we’re hardwired to be kinky. Some people, it’s learned behavior. Once they hit shitty adulthood, it’s nearly impossible to turn them into non-shitty adults.”
Loren’s expression darkened. “One less shitty person in the world isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not like she was a Nobel scientist or something where we could say, ‘Oh, she’s a shitty person, but at least she cured cancer.’ She took and took, and as far as I’ve learned, she never gave.”
Loren leaned back in her chair. “Not saying dead is best, but I’m not going to lose sleep over her. I wouldn’t either, if I were you.”
“I’m not.” Cali watched Max smile as he talked with Ross. He’d also seemed…lighter the past couple of days. “I just want them to be happy. That’s what matters to me. That’s all that matters to me.”
“And that,” Loren said with a smile, “is why you’re not a shitty person.”
Chapter Twelve
All their guests had departed after helping with clean-up, and Sean still softly snored where he lay on the couch.
Cali stood there, arms crossed. “Should we wake him up?”
“I loosened his ropes enough he can get out of them,” Max said. “He’s comfy. I say we leave him there. Let him sleep.”
She tipped her head to the side. “Aw. He’s so cute like that.”
“I know, right?” Max draped an arm around her shoulders. “He’s frickin’ adorable.” He tipped his head onto her shoulder. “One of the main reasons why I fell in love with him so hard.”
“I thought that was due to the forced bi stuff and the fact that Lydia was a mega-bitch.”
“Those were contributing circumstances.” He smiled. “He kind of wore me down, though.”
“And he gives great blowjobs.”
“Fuck yeah, he does.” He sighed. “And he’s a sweetheart. A total goofball, but a sweetheart.”
The sweet, orally adept goofball let out another snore, followed by a long, whistling fart that cracked them both up.
Baxter, now freed from his catnip-laced office prison, sauntered into the living room. He jumped up onto the arm of the couch, then up to the back, where he strolled along the top and stared down at Sean. Cali started to relax, thinking he wasn’t going to go after Sean, but then the cat spotted the rope.
And he pounced.
Right onto Sean’s stomach.
Somehow, between Sean howling in pain and Max howling with laughter, they managed to get Baxter untangled from the rope and his claws pulled out of Sean. As Cali coiled the rope, Sean examined the furrows in his flesh.
“I thought he liked me.”
“He loves you,” she said, “but he isn’t culpable for what he does when high on the nip. You know that.”
Sean headed for their bathroom to doctor his wounds, Cali following. She dropped the rope in their office on her way past and shut the door.
Max grabbed alcohol and cotton balls and blew on Sean’s wounds as he wiped them down. After Max cleaned them, Cali handed him the antibacterial ointment and a cotton swab.
The four long furrows looked red, angry, and were bleeding in a couple of places where Baxter’s claws had dug deeper than just the surface.
“Watch me turn into a damn werecat or something now,” Sean groused as they headed for bed. “Fucking hairballs the size of eggs.”
“Well, I’ll let you use your tongue on me if you shift,” Cali teased.
Max laughed. “Oooh, kinky. Is it still bestiality if it’s a human shifter?”
“Not according to Lynn. That’s a massive kink, apparently. Humans who turn into animals are totally not gross. She says they’re some of her most popular books.”
“If you start shifting, I’m waxing you,” Max warned. “Only hairy pussy allowed in this house is Baxter.” He cuddled Sean in the middle between him and Cali.
Sean winced. “Ow. Full-body waxing would huuuurrt.”
“Yeah? Well, remember why you have to shave your balls and bush? I gag too easy on hair.”
“Oh. Good point.”
Cali snorted. “You two do realize you’re debating the finer points of a totally nonexistent thing, right?”
Sean yawned. “Your kink is not my kink, or even a realistic thing, but my kink is still okay to mentally masturbate over.”
“That’s not how that goes, genius,” Max said.
“Yeah, well, you’re not the one who nearly got disemboweled by the raging pussy. I can see that ER trip now. ‘Mr. Dennison, how did this injury occur?’ ‘Oh, I was sleeping in a perfectly lovely bondage-based post-coital nap when our nip-drunk cat attacked me.’”
“I think the correct term would be ‘nip high,’ not ‘drunk,’” Cali said. “And he didn’t attack you. He wanted to join you.”
“Whatever. Health insurance probably won’t cover werecat-induced injuries.”
They settled in to sleep. “At least he’s already neutered,” Max snarked in the dark.
Cali laughed.
The end of the bed dipped. “Maow.”
“Fucker,” Sean muttered. “Lucky I love your tuxedo ass—OW MOTHERFUCKER!”
Cali sat up and turned on the light. Sean was sitting up and cradling his balls while Baxter looked on from the end of the bed.
“What happened?”
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Sean winced. “He landed on me.”
Max looked like he tried not to laugh, but finally gave in. “Well, maybe he thought I said you weren’t neutered. He’s hellllpfuuul.”
“I need to wear a damn cup to keep my balls safe while I sleep. Terrific.”
Cali turned off the light and grabbed Baxter, settling him on her side of the bed, where he started purring.
She couldn’t help it.
She started laughing.
Before long, both Sean and Max were laughing with her.
Sean’s arm slipped around her. “Going to sleep with them buried inside you to keep them safe, at this rate.”
She wiggled her ass against him. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll take one for the team.”
“Go to sleep, both of you,” Max said, finally under control again. “It’s almost four in the morning.”
Cali was nearly asleep when Baxter got restless and moved, turning, sticking his ass in her face.
She turned him around.
She was almost asleep when he did it again.
This time, she dumped him onto the end of the bed.
He returned a few minutes later, draping himself over her legs.
I guess I know which pussy rules this house.
Baxter, apparently now happy with his perch, purred.
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