Impact [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “Hold it, love,” Landry warned through gritted teeth. “Do not come yet.”

  She was nearly mindless with need, now speaking French, too, as she begged for relief, for permission to come.

  Once Cris had his cock fully buried in her ass, he pulled her body up against his, reached around her, and started playing with her clit. Landry reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, his fingers pinching her nipples. “Come for us, love. Come hard, now.”

  * * * *

  Tilly wasn’t even sure when Landry and she had switched to French, but the sneaky damn Dom had sent her into orbit by using the cheat codes to her clitoris. They let her start rocking, fucking their cocks, the sweet burn of them stretching her only making the pleasure that much stronger.

  “Again,” Landry barked in French. “Come for us, love.”

  She moaned her way through that orgasm. No, not as strong, perhaps, as a forced orgasm session with a vibrator, but she damn sure wasn’t complaining.

  He seemed happy to take his time, barely letting her catch her breath before sending her over the edge again and again, until she finally realized she was begging them to come, to fill her, to let her finish them off.

  Landry’s hands came to rest on her hips. He urged her to fuck them harder, faster. “If you want to make us come, love, then fuck us hard, and come for us again.”

  Long ago she’d given up trying to figure it out. The men obviously knew secrets about her body that she didn’t. They always managed to pull one last orgasm out of her that she never dreamed possible.

  She knew it shouldn’t surprise her at this point, but she didn’t care.

  She came.

  * * * *

  It was a toss-up as to what Cris loved more, the feel of his cock buried in Landry’s ass, or buried in Tilly’s. Oh, he loved fucking her pussy, and she gave amazing blowjobs, but her nice, tight ass, especially when Landry’s cock was stuffed up her pussy, felt extra wonderful.

  He was doing his best to hold back until Landry gave the final cue to climax. The sadistic man loved to feel Tilly coming around their cocks, loved driving her over the edge of temporary insanity and abandonment in a way their normally controlled woman didn’t usually show.

  He’d almost gotten over his guilt that not only had she not had a partner in the years between him leaving and his return, but she hadn’t even had a damn orgasm.

  That wasn’t something he’d anticipated. He’d thought she’d eventually find someone else, at least.

  She’d waited. Until she’d slept with Landry, she hadn’t been with anyone but Cris since their first time together.

  To share her with Landry was a dream come true. The two people he loved most in the world, able to give them both pleasure—especially Tilly—made him happy.

  He only wanted to make them happy.

  “Now,” Landry gasped in French.

  Cris grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her, hard and fast as Landry ordered her to come one last time.

  Between the friction of his cock tightly fisted inside her ass, and the way her muscles contracted around them, he quickly blew his load and filled the condom he’d donned.

  He heard Landry come as well, knowing that particular grunt the man made without question, and the three of them collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed.

  Cris was the first to slowly move, carefully pulling out of her ass before rolling onto his back. “I love you, Master, Redbird,” he said in English. “I love you both so damn much.”

  Tilly kissed him. “Love you, too, Sir.” She kissed Landry. “And you…Master.”

  Landry grinned. “I won’t hold you to it. The Master, I mean.”

  “I know you won’t. That’s why I said it.”

  Landry’s deep chuckle rolled through the room. “I do so love both of you. More than you’ll ever know. Thank you for standing by me.”

  Cris rolled onto his side. “Thank you for taking Katie in.”

  Landry lifted his head. “Cris, she’s family. I suspect as she grows older we’ll have to get very creative to keep our dynamic hidden from her. The kinky part, I mean. But there was never a question in my mind of doing this for her when you told me.”

  Tilly lifted her head and kissed Landry again. “You big softy. You pretend like you’re some hard-assed sadist when you’re just a big teddy bear.”

  Cris sat up. “Oh, he’s definitely a hard-assed sadist. But he is also a teddy bear.”

  “I’m complicated,” Landry said with a smile. “What can I say? Are you complaining?”

  “I didn’t say that,” she said as she untangled herself from him and got out of bed. “I prefer you just the way you are.”

  After a quick shower, the three of them returned to bed, Landry in the middle with Tilly snuggled on his left and Cris on his right.

  There was something incredibly soothing about having both of them in bed with him.

  Cris didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about their unconventional relationship. It worked for them, and it brought him more peace than anything else in his life.

  And now, with Katie, life had become a little more perfect.

  Chapter Twelve

  Another restless night of nightmares hounded Tilly and interrupted her sleep to the point she quit looking at the clock.

  The sound of a baby crying awoke Tilly a little after four a.m. Friday morning. It took her a moment of disorientation before she realized it was coming from the baby monitor next to the bed.

  She got up, pulled on a T-shirt, and made her way to what she was already thinking of as the nursery. Flipping the light on, she blinked against it before heading to the crib. Yep, a full diaper and likely an empty tummy.

  Tilly was changing her in the living room when Cris emerged from their bedroom.

  “Hey, you didn’t have to get up,” she said.

  “Yeah, I did. I don’t want you doing all the work.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  He leaned in to kiss her. “I know you don’t, but I do mind. She needs a bottle?”

  “Yeah. When I finish this.”

  “I’ll go make it.” She also heard him get a pot of coffee going. When he returned with the bottle, he took Katie from her. “Go back to bed, Redbird. You don’t have to be up for at least another hour yet.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.” He settled on the couch with the TV on. “I’ve got this.”

  “Okay.”

  Reluctantly, she headed for bed. There, Landry draped an arm around her and pulled her close. “That’s better,” he mumbled.

  “You could always get up with us,” she teased.

  “Oh, I plan to, love. I’d started to when Cris told me he’d get up.”

  Now she felt guilty for the early morning snark.

  To be fair, she wasn’t caffeinated yet and couldn’t be held responsible for what she said.

  “Sorry.”

  “No apologies. Just go back to sleep.”

  She didn’t think she’d be able to, but then she awoke to the alarm going off at six. If they were in Florida, they didn’t even have to think about waking up before seven. The traffic here, however, made that nearly impossible.

  She rolled over just to be greeted by Landry’s smiling face.

  “Better, love?” he asked.

  “Sleep-wise, yes. Guilt-wise, no.”

  His smile faded. “You didn’t force her into bad life choices. That was by her own doing.”

  “I kind of wished she’d end up in jail.”

  “Claiming magic powers now, are we?”

  “You’re lucky I don’t wipe that smirk off your handsome mug.”

  Cris walked in, the baby on his left shoulder, a mug of coffee in his right hand. “Hold on, Redbird, and I’ll get yours, too.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’ll come get it. How is she?”

  “Took half of a second bottle and burped like a champ.” He smiled. “She’s adorable.”

  Landry
sat up and reached for his coffee. “Go get your coffee, love, and bring it into the bathroom. We’ll shower together. Cris got to hog me yesterday morning.”

  “Are you all right?” Cris asked her.

  “She thinks she wished Sofia into jail,” Landry answered for her.

  Tilly shot him a glare. “I know I didn’t cause it. I just feel guilty for thinking it and it came true.” She got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. “I am human, despite reports to the contrary.”

  “Pity,” Landry said. “I was beginning to think, according to your reputation, that you were a Terminator.”

  “You wish,” she muttered.

  She met him in the shower a few minutes later. He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. “We’ll get through this, love. Never fear. We’ve been through far worse. This is nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing for Katie and Sofia.”

  “You know what I mean. No one is dying. Sofia will wind her way through the justice system. She’ll either have her probation reinstated, or she won’t. We cannot do anything but wait for the outcome. Meanwhile, we have busy lives to live, which have been upended long enough.”

  “Someone needs to go online and change our tickets,” she said. “We’re obviously not flying home tonight.”

  “Why can’t we, love?”

  “Wh—are you serious?”

  “Of course I am.”

  “Sofia? Baby? Jail? Ring any bells?”

  “It’s doubtful any kind of hearing will be scheduled for this weekend or even on Monday. Cris has meetings in Florida on Monday that he should attend, as do I. I’d rather you not be here alone.”

  “But…” She sighed. “The baby has a doctor appointment next Thursday. And she’s a little young to be flying. That’s like sticking her in a petri dish.”

  “Ah. True.”

  “And it’s not like I’m not used to being here alone, Lan.”

  “Also true, but that was before all of this happened.”

  “I think I can handle it. I dealt with Lily all by myself that time when Leigh and Lucas had to fly to England for a week when that one shoot hit an emergency snag.”

  “You’re a rather stubborn woman.”

  “Duh. I thought that’s one of the reasons you married me.”

  He chuckled. “Touché, love. Touché.”

  * * * *

  After breakfast, Tilly took Cris’ car and headed to work. She barely made it there before Leigh, who had Lily in tow, as well as Lucas.

  “Is this the new peanut?” He scooped her out of her carrier and cradled her against him. “She’s beautiful.”

  “What’s wrong?” Leigh asked as she got Lily settled in her portable crib. “I know that look.”

  Tilly filled them in, both their expressions falling.

  “Damn,” Lucas said as he returned the baby to Tilly. “That’s rough. Hopefully she gets her act together.”

  “Landry wanted to fly home this weekend,” Tilly said. “I nixed that. She’s got an appointment next week anyway. Maybe if the doctor clears her to fly, then I’ll go home.”

  “Going home won’t change anything that’s going to happen with Sofia’s case,” Leigh said. “I was flying with Lily when she was two weeks old.”

  “That’s different.”

  Leigh arched an eyebrow at Tilly.

  “I say it’s different.”

  “I say you’re stubborn.”

  “I concur,” Lucas added. “Going to side with Landry on this one. You didn’t make Sofia’s bad choices for her.”

  Tilly headed to her office. “If you want to be helpful, Lucas, you can come unbox this portable crib for me.”

  “I think you hit a nerve,” Leigh said.

  He laughed. “I know I did. We Doms are pretty predictable. Even the switchy ones.”

  * * * *

  Tilly was still playing catch-up at lunch time. Lucas went out and grabbed them all lunch and brought it back to the office for them. They ate in Tilly’s office with Lily on the floor on a blanket. Other than needing changing or fed, Katie had slept through the rest of the morning.

  And Tilly had already taken dozens of pictures of Katie with her phone and posted them to her private Facebook account.

  Ironically, most of her friends were in the Suncoast Society, and using their vanilla profiles. The comments rolled in about how adorable she was.

  Eva Crawford, a friend of theirs who also worked part-time for them in their Florida office, called her after lunch.

  “So when do we get to meet the newest addition? Kenny wants a girlfriend.”

  “Kenny’s not even a year old yet, and he’d better keep his grabby little mitts off my…”

  Tilly faltered. She didn’t know exactly what to call Katie. Technically not her daughter.

  “Ward” sounded too much like she was Bruce Wayne hiding the fact that she was really Batman. And Katie was too damn young to be Robin.

  “He’d better keep his grabby little mitts off her,” Tilly finally said.

  “How are you doing?” Eva asked.

  Working with Eva, and the emotional mess Tilly had lived through with her and her men, she felt a little less reluctant to open up to her than she might to other friends.

  “I’m working through some stuff.”

  “Well, we finally get a chance to reciprocate with the babysitting,” Eva said. “I’m not happy how the situation happened, but I’m happy for you right now.”

  “Thanks.” She stared at the sleeping infant. What she really wanted to do, instead of being cooped up in the office, was go shopping and buy up every last adorable girlie outfit she could find for the baby.

  It was nearly three in the afternoon before Landry called Tilly with an update. “Her court date is a week from next Wednesday. That was the earliest date Dale could get.”

  At least it was an answer. “And her chances for getting out?”

  “He won’t venture a guess. He’s in talks with the state attorney’s office now. She’s already been questioned once this morning.”

  “Can we go visit her?”

  “Cris will handle that, love. I’d rather you didn’t go.”

  She bristled. “Why the hell not?”

  “Because you’re already upset enough over all of this.”

  “Are they going to press charges against her?”

  “Dale doesn’t know. They’re still investigating the gang. If she fully cooperates, they might not. It depends on what they decide. It’s out of our hands.”

  She stared at the sleeping infant.

  “It’s not your fault.”

  “That’s fucking spooky, Lan.”

  “Language, dear. And it wasn’t hard to guess where your mind was drifting. How about I pick up Chinese for dinner and bring it home?”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  She made it home less than twenty minutes before Cris walked in the door. In fact, she’d just started bathing Katie when Cris walked in.

  “Oh, man. You’re hogging all the fun.” He put down his computer bag and grabbed his phone, taking a video of Tilly bathing the infant. “We need to start her a baby book.”

  “Good idea. I hadn’t even thought of that.” Surprisingly, one of the things in the bag of paperwork Tilly had salvaged from the old diaper bag was the hospital bracelet Katie had worn when she was born. As well as an infant picture, and footprints.

  “This is the little angel, just over two weeks old,” Cris narrated. “Getting a bath.”

  Tilly couldn’t help but smile at Cris’ tone of voice. He was adorable.

  Parental.

  She shoved back the wave of melancholy threatening to overwash her mental defenses once more. She would enjoy this time with Katie and not think about the “what ifs” that weren’t even reality yet.

  For all she knew, Sofia might get out of jail and live with them for several years. The mother likely wouldn’t get a job where she could take Katie to work with her
, so it’d be easy for Tilly to take care of her.

  Once the infant was dried and changed and working on a bottle, Cris stopped filming. “I was thinking, let’s move the bed out of the guest room and—”

  “Not yet,” she said. “Please? I don’t want to jinx it.”

  He draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “She’s my cousin, Redbird. And frankly, I think the baby deserves a room to herself. Based on what you said, and now her spending time in jail, Fi will just be happy to have a bedroom when she gets out. I doubt she’ll argue. We need the larger room for the baby.”

  “Damn you and your devil logic.”

  “I know, right?” He headed for their bedroom to change out of his work clothes. “I’ll get started on that. I want to get everything put away. If CPS decides they want to do another home visit, I’d rather her nursery be a dedicated room and not our office-slash-dungeon.”

  “They don’t know it was a dungeon.”

  “That’s beside the point,” he called back.

  Tilly settled on the couch with Katie as the infant worked on the bottle. At least she had a good appetite. Tilly would relax if next week at the appointment the baby had gained a considerable amount of weight.

  And if the blood work came back okay.

  If Katie’s blood sample came back with any drugs in her system, Tilly would want to put Sofia under the damn jail, much less even think about letting the woman regain custody.

  Cris had made good progress on swapping the bedroom out when Landry came home bearing Chinese take-out. They ate on the couch, Katie asleep on a quilt on the floor.

  “He’s right, love,” Landry said. “I prefer her to be in the guest room.”

  “Ooh, let’s go look at paint this weekend,” Cris said. “Before we go shopping for furniture.”

  “There’s furniture in the guest room,” Tilly reminded him.

  “Yeah, but some of that will need to go into the other room.”

  Landry held up his hands. “Before we go crazy, let’s think about this. Perhaps we need to invest in a larger space.”

  “Why?” Tilly asked.