Doyle made Mevi look at him. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m not poly.” He smiled. “But it’s fucking hot to watch, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Doyle kissed him again. “Guess we’ll have to add butt plugs and a new dildo to our sex toy shopping list, hmm?”
Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
Chapter Five
Laura and Rob watched as Leah donned nitrile gloves to bring Justin down. Wade supported the man from behind as Glen helped get the exhausted man untied. They were up next to use the frame, Rob hoping to try his luck in the rigging contest, even though he suspected he wouldn’t win. He’d already consulted with Scrye, who offered to advise him.
Rob wasn’t the most experienced at suspension and didn’t want to fuck up and hurt Laura. He just wanted them to have fun.
They were about to take over the space when Eliza and Rusty walked in.
And Rusty sported a fresh piece of gauze taped above his left eye. There was also what looked like fresh blood oozing through it.
“What the…” Rob, a county paramedic, dropped the coil of rope he’d been unwrapping to walk over and talk to them.
“You okay? What happened?”
Eliza had Rusty sit on a folding chair. “Typhoon Laurel happened.” She laughed. “The barbarian here took one right in the coconut from her while showing her how to fight with a waster.”
“A what?”
“It’s a wooden practice sword. Normally, they’re relatively safe. He tripped, and lucky for him she pulled her swing and only got him in the head and didn’t stab him.”
Leo, Jesse, Eva, and Nate all walked over. “Laurel?” Leo asked. “Did I hear you mention Laurel? Is she okay? What happened?”
Eliza began cracking up as she started over from the beginning. By the time she finished telling the story, everyone was roaring with laughter.
Lucas shook his head. “Well, we did call it Aunt Tilly’s Junior Terrorist in Training Camp Valentine’s Day Massacre Party. Didn’t know it’d be literal.”
“It wasn’t Laurel’s fault,” Rusty said. “I wasn’t paying attention and I stepped on a round foam sword I’d dropped and it rolled under me. I think she felt horrible about it.”
“But why did Tilly send you out of there with it still bleeding like that?” Rob asked, his professional training now taking over despite the fact that his naked wife was standing on the lanai and awaiting his return. “That doesn’t sound like her.”
Eliza scowled as she started to look. “It wasn’t—oh. Crap. Well, it had stopped bleeding before we left Tilly’s.”
“Must have been when I whacked my head on the car door frame getting our bag out here in the front yard,” Rusty said. “I really bashed it good. Caught the latch point right on the damn spot. I’m talking I couldn’t have done it better if I’d tried.”
“So that’s why you let out a scream,” Eliza said. “I thought you were just being melodramatic.”
“No. I meant I whacked the spot.”
“Sorry, big guy.” She patted his shoulder and kissed the top of his head. “I misunderstood you.”
“Okay. Hang tight,” Rob said. “I have a first-aid kit in my truck. Let me get that cleaned up and re-dressed for you.” Rob turned and held up a finger to Laura to wait while he ran out and got the kit from his truck.
When he returned, he donned nitrile gloves and removed the now blood-drenched gauze.
“Scalp lacs bleed like a sonofabitch,” he said.
Eliza stood watching, hands on her hips, but not looking horribly concerned. “Yeah, he’s had a bunch over the years in SCA. I’ve had a few. Even Kailey’s had a couple, between that and soccer. You do combat, it’s inevitable you get whacked in the head with something.”
“Can’t all be green,” Gilo joked.
Eliza did a double-take and started snickering as she looked him up and down. “Seriously?”
Gilo shook one of his suction cup arrows at her. “Don’t mock the god of erotic love, lady.”
Even Rusty snickered, although he looked a little green as Rob dabbed at the blood with another piece of gauze. “That’s just wrong, du…”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell sideways, Rob shouting for help to catch him. Lucas and Gilo helped ease the large man to the floor.
“Do we need to call 911?” Lucas asked.
Eliza snorted. “No. Seriously, don’t. He faints at the sight of his own blood. Get his feet up on the chair. He’ll be okay in a minute. This is normal for him. I’m serious, he’s fine.”
Rob realized Laura was standing there, her fleece throw wrapped around her. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Eliza said.
In fact, Rusty was already coming around.
“Keep yer eyes closed, doofus,” Eliza warned him. “You just scared the crap out of everyone.”
Rusty closed them. “Sorry.”
“What’s stupid is other people’s blood doesn’t bother him,” Eliza explained. “Just his own. Can’t even let him go get bloodwork done by himself. And I always have to remind him to keep his eyes closed.”
“Please tell me it’s just me being all concussed or something that Gilo’s wearing a diaper,” Rusty said from the floor.
“It’s not a diaper, dammit!” Gilo protested. “All bow before the god of erotic love, you—”
“Okay!” Abbey said, throwing her hands up. “All right! You win! Take the damn thing off! I’m sorry I made you wear it.”
Gilo leaned in and kissed her. “Thank you.”
Then he grabbed her hair, tipped her head back and whispered something in her ear, a wicked gleam in his eye before he released her and headed off in search of their bags.
She wobbled a little before regaining her balance.
“You all right?” Rob asked, even though he definitely thought she looked a little subspacey now.
“Yeah.” Abbey swallowed hard as her face turned beet red. “I’m fine.”
“What happened?” Rusty asked, his eyes still closed. “Don’t let Gilo near my head with that damn diaper he’s wearing!”
Eliza nudged him with her foot. “Shut up, barbarian. Let Rob get you patched up again before you faint—again—and really do get a concussion. Lucky you, you’re getting out of getting your ass beat the hard way.”
“Aw. I wanted a scene.”
“Well, I don’t want you passing out on me if you open that damn thing up and start bleeding all over.”
Laura leaned in to speak in Rob’s ear. “I moved our stuff to let someone else use the frame.”
He kissed her. “Thanks, sweetheart. That’s fine.”
He got the blood cleaned up, disinfected the wound, and used several small butterfly bandages to hold the wound closed. He suspected it hadn’t been as large as it currently was when Tilly had doctored him up, the second impact against the car frame likely splitting the original wound open wider.
Something Eliza confirmed as she watched him work. “Yeah, it wasn’t nearly that big when Tilly looked at it. He must have really beaned himself good. Do you think I need to take him to the ER and have him stitched up?”
“Not as long as he doesn’t bash it again and open it up,” Rob said. “Although, seriously, I would suggest not washing your hair tomorrow. Or have her do it for you so you don’t get it wet. Give it a couple of days to heal.”
“Going to have a hell of a goose egg there, barbarian,” Eliza teased.
“Yeah, I’ll just tell people what I usually tell people,” Rusty said.
“What’s that?” Rob asked as he taped another piece of gauze in place just to make sure.
Rusty snickered. “I tell people my wife beats me.”
Everyone laughed as Eliza nudged him in the ass with her foot.
* * * *
Abbey watched as Rob finished doctoring Rusty’s wound. Lucas brought a plastic grocery bag for Rob to toss the bloody gauze and gloves and stuff into. Only when it was safe did E
liza give Rusty the all-clear.
“Okay, barbarian. You can open your eyes.”
He did, slowly sitting up and accepting the bottle of water Eliza handed him.
“You feel okay?” Rob asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry I scared everyone. Can I get some Tylenol or something, please?”
“Sure.” Lucas headed off to get it.
Well, that was, fortunately, one thing she and Gilo had managed to avoid in their switchy play, accidentally sending each other to the hospital.
Although she had made an emergency trip to the hospital, but it was for a post-surgical infection, not anything Gilo had done. In fact, Gilo might have saved her life by calling Tilly in to look at the wound when he did and helping Tilly insist that she take the ambulance ride to the ER.
Abbey had started out tonight thinking she was going to be in Top mode, at least for the first half of the evening. That was before Gilo firmly flipped her into bottom mode before he went to change.
Well, he had thrown scissors to her Spock for who got to be Top first tonight.
Unfortunately, seeing Mevi Maynard of Portnoy’s Oyster standing in her friends’ kitchen kind of blew what little remained of her chill right out the fucking window. She had all their albums, and he was her favorite musician. Hoping she wasn’t acting like a babbling idiot as she stood there, staring at him talking in the kitchen with Tony, Ross, and Kel, she jumped when someone tapped her on the right shoulder.
Gilo.
“You all right, baby?” Now dressed in jeans, black leather boots, and a button-up shirt, he wore a smirk, his greenish hazel eyes twinkling.
He knew damn well what had her hot and bothered.
Besides his hot and sexy Dom boots.
“Do you know who that is?” she hissed.
He grinned. “Yeah, sure. That’s Jimmy Buffett, right? Tony Bennett? Ooh, ooh, Frank Sinatra?”
She started smacking his shoulder with both hands and he playfully fended her off while he laughed. Finally, he managed to get a fistful of her hair and tip her head back so he could stare down into her eyes.
“You need a little help to regain your composure, sweetie?”
She whimpered.
By the hair, he led her out of the kitchen area and down to the living room, where there was a hassock free. He bent her over it, still holding her by the hair, and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her naked ass. After caressing her cheeks, he started spanking her with his bare hand, hard ones that finished her drop fully into subspace.
Mevi who?
He gave her a respite as he stopped to finger her pussy and clit. Leaning in, he whispered, “Oh, someone’s all wet now from her spanking.” He plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and finger-fucked her until she started moaning, close to coming.
Then he stopped, making her moan even more loudly.
Using her hair, he guided her up and off the hassock and sat there himself, putting her on the floor, on her knees between his legs.
“I suggest you know what you have to do if you want me to finish making you come, baby.”
Close to desperation, she fumbled with his belt and the fly of his jeans to get to his cock. As she swallowed him to the root, he buried his fingers in her hair and held on while she bobbed her mouth up and down on his shaft.
She felt him nudge between her thighs with the toe of his right boot, nestling it exactly in the right place.
“You can hump my foot, you horny little thing. If you can get off like that, I won’t spank you again before I let you come.”
* * * *
Gilo inwardly howled with laughter as Abbey rubbed and rocked her pussy against his boot.
Yeah, that’ll teach her to try humiliation play.
Sure, he could have easily told her no way in fucking hell he was wearing the Cupid outfit.
That would have closed off the road to retribution, however, any good switch’s self-regulation tool.
It was funnier to own it, work it, and then on the back end flip her hard and solid and…
Well, this.
There was nothing sexier than his desperately horny wife using his foot to masturbate while blowing him in his friends’ living room in front of a bunch of people.
Including her music idol.
It wasn’t sexy because he was a weird fuck—
Okay, he was a weird fuck, but still, that’s not why it was sexy.
It was sexy because the depth of rapport they had meant he could drop her so hard and deep into subspace that she was now literally oblivious to who was watching them.
And that was fucking sexy.
Gilo held back, waiting, breathing deep to delay his orgasm because he wanted her to come first. And it didn’t take her long to do just that, moaning around his cock as her climax rushed through her and she shuddered against his leg. That’s what tipped him over the edge, her low, long, deep moans vibrating through his cock all the way to his balls.
“Swallow, baby,” he gasped, knowing the command was unneeded. She always swallowed unless he told her not to. As he climaxed, he pulled her mouth deep on his cock, holding her there until, finally, the last echoes of pleasure vibrated through him and he sighed with contentment.
He stroked her hair, leaning in to kiss her. “Okay, baby. Now we’re even.” He pulled her into his lap to cuddle as she recovered, noting with a smile that Doyle and Mevi had watched the whole scene.
Okay, so maybe he was a really weird fuck.
That was okay. He was fine with that.
Especially since the love of his life was just as weird in her own ways and their weirdness meshed perfectly together.
Chapter Six
Once the last of the guests had left, and Sully, Mac, and Clarisse had retired to the pool house for their night of fun, Leigh had started to work on cleaning the kitchen. She knew Lucas and Nick had already gone to the master bedroom and probably started with their fun.
She was kind of hoping they’d get so involved that they’d forget she wasn’t there until they were done. Then she could easily claim she was tired—yawn—my, look what time it is, oh, well, no big.
It startled her when Lucas silently walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, my precious little slut?” Shirtless, he still had a pair of shorts on.
Dammit. She tipped her head back. “Uh, I think I’m cleaning the kitchen, princess.”
He nipped the side of her neck. “No, you’re not. You’re going to get your ass to the bedroom. I have a certain beta slave tied up on our bed, worked up, hornier than hell, and ready to be fucked.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
Faster than she could process, he grabbed her by the hair and tipped her head back. “You’ve been avoiding me and Nick the past couple of days.”
Busted. Still, she hoped to salvage this. “Nooo. We sleep in the same bed every night. Duh.”
He forced her to turn around and stared down into her eyes. “You know what I mean. What’s going on? Please talk to me. Are you mad at us about something?”
Her face heated. “No.”
“Leigh, talk to me, dammit.”
“Fine. I realized I’ve been forgetting to take my birth control pills the past couple of days. And I’m really close to danger days, Sir Nerd. You used to teach science. Do the math.”
His expression softened and he pulled her in for a hug. “Why didn’t you just say so, sweetheart? You had me worried.”
“I don’t know.” She snuggled in his arms. “Because part of me thought maybe that’s not a bad idea, then I thought no, maybe it’s a horrible idea, then I felt like a horrible mother for doubting myself, and then a selfish woman for thinking about maybe having a baby when we’re fucking busier than hell, and then—”
Lucas kissed her, hard, holding her in place and not letting her go until she started melting against him. When he broke their kiss and raised his lips from hers, he stared into
her eyes for a long moment, his smoky brown gaze intense.
“Yes or no,” he softly said, not a question, but a gentle demand. Not as Lucas, either.
As her Master.
“What?”
Ohh, she knew what.
He fisted her hair again, definitely back to all Master, tipping her head and forcing her to dip her knees as he bent her backward, nearly off balance. When he next spoke, he was using the dark, dominant tone that could nearly make her come just thinking about it.
“Slut, pick, or I pick for you.”
“Luc—”
He kissed her, his free hand yanking up her T-shirt and plunging down the front of her shorts, unerringly finding her clit.
She was quickly moaning with need since he knew exactly what buttons to push to get her horny.
“Answer me now, my little slut,” he quietly said, “or I pick for you.”
She couldn’t.
“Master’s choice,” she finally gasped.
He arched an eyebrow at her as he slowly slid his slick finger up and down her clit. “Last chance, girl. Pick. Now.”
Her heart raced, already knowing what he’d pick if she didn’t speak up, because she knew her men and knew they wouldn’t mind having more kids if she wanted them. They’d never force-force her.
But…
Maybe she wanted to be “forced.” Not forced-forced…but the decision taken from her. Out of her hands.
She didn’t know for sure which man was Lily’s father. She didn’t care, because in her heart, they were both her daughter’s fathers, and they both loved her.
But…Lily had Lucas’ brown eyes and brown hair, and comparing baby pictures of them at the same age, they looked like twins.
Math wasn’t that hard.
Her mouth felt dry and she had to lick her lips to finally get the words out.
“Master’s choice.”
His eyes narrowed as the corners of his mouth barely turned up in a calculating smile. Nearly faster than she could follow, he’d pulled his hand from her clit and yanked her T-shirt up and over her head and back down her arms, using it as makeshift bondage to pin her wrists behind her. He held her hands captive with his right hand and cupped his left hand around her throat. Marching her in front of him, he forced her down the hall toward their bedroom without another word.
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