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  “Oh,” Lucas told Nick, “I told him you’re paying, and you’re willing to pay extra for the rush job.” He smiled. “Hope that’s not a problem?”

  “No, Sir,” Nick said. “Not a problem at all.”

  “Good.”

  Lucas and the artist went over several sheets of designs, Lucas grabbing one of them. “That’s perfect.” He showed it to Nick and Leigh. It looked like an intricate black and white Celtic knot, not even two inches wide. Entwined in the design was LH. Unless someone were close and carefully studying the design, it’d be nearly impossible to pick the letters out.

  “For now, just line art. He can add color later.” He handed the design back to the artist. “We’ll take that one. On the inside of his right wrist.”

  Nick got into the chair, Lucas and Leigh sitting along the wall. Leigh didn’t miss the playful smirk on Lucas’ face as the tattoo artist prepared.

  She leaned in close. “Happy he’s back?”

  His grin widened. “Happy that the pain of getting a tattoo will make him even hornier.”

  * * * *

  Nick had never gotten a tattoo before. But if this was what Lucas wanted, then he would gladly do it. That Lucas was taking care to make sure the design wasn’t overt meant a lot to Nick. But even if Lucas had wanted a larger one, as long as it wasn’t on his face or neck, he’d have gotten it.

  Anything to prove he was sincere.

  Anything to prove his love.

  As the artist got started and asked Lucas exactly where he wanted the design placed, Nick forced himself not to move, to relax. He turned his head and stared at Lucas, meeting his gaze, smiling when Lucas blew him a kiss.

  Nick returned it. He somehow managed not to burst into a round of happy tears over that.

  He was forgiven. Yes, Lucas would likely put him through hell for a while, and he was good with that. The fact that Lucas and Leigh still wanted him in their lives would be worth every second of it.

  And he was, after all, a masochist, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t enjoy it.

  Although not being able to rub one out would suck. He suspected Lucas would get off on making him beg and grovel for permission to come, and he’d have to work his ass off to earn every last orgasm.

  By the time the artist finished an hour later, Nick’s lower right forearm felt like a fiery agony, but he now sported a permanent reminder of who he willingly belonged to.

  Lucas examined the handiwork. “Gorgeous.” He grinned at Nick. “Now pay the man, and make sure you give him a good tip.”

  An hour later, they were pulling into Lucas and Leigh’s driveway. So far, still no one seemed to be following them. Flying into Orlando had apparently put off the paparazzi, thank goodness.

  Once he was in the front door, Leigh headed toward her room to start packing. Lucas turned to him. “Oh, and slave? Strip. Clothes are a privilege, not a right.”

  Nick smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  Lucas grinned and kissed him. “I fucking missed you,” he said, sounding hoarse. He scruffed the back of Nick’s neck and leaned in, touching his forehead against Nick’s. “Don’t you fucking break our hearts, you hear me? I can’t take it a second time.”

  “I won’t. I promise. Thank you for the second chance.”

  Lucas crushed his lips onto Nick’s, stealing his breath. “On second thought, get your ass into Leigh’s bedroom and get naked there.

  As they entered her room, Leigh asked. “What’s going on?”

  “Quick interlude,” Lucas said. “Strip, sweetheart,” Lucas ordered as he began stripping, too. He retrieved a cane from the closet and, once Nick was naked, he bent him over the bed without preamble and started caning him, hard.

  Nick fisted the covers, clenching his teeth against the screams of pain he wanted to let out. But he’d take it. He’d take this and more, every bit of it, to prove to these two that he loved them.

  Nick didn’t know how many cane stripes Lucas laid across his ass, but when he finally finished, he pulled Nick up and kissed him.

  “There,” Lucas hoarsely said. “That’ll make the plane ride to LA memorable for you.”

  Lucas returned the cane to the closet before he grabbed lube and a towel from Leigh’s bathroom and had Nick lie on his back on the bed, legs pulled up.

  “On top of him,” Lucas ordered Leigh. “Sixty-nine. Suck his cock, but don’t let him come until I say so.”

  Nick’s pulse raced as he felt Lucas’ fingers probing his ass, lubing him up, stretching him. “You’d better make her come, too,” Lucas ordered. “If you don’t, you don’t get to come.” With that order, he slathered his own cock with lube and started working it inside Nick’s ass.

  Nick moaned, making Leigh moan in return as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. Then her lips closed around his cock and he wasn’t sure he could hold back.

  But Leigh was tricky, doing little more than holding Nick’s cock in her mouth even as he eagerly went after her clit with his tongue and lips. And once Lucas had the full length of his cock embedded in Nick’s ass, he let out a moan of his own.

  “Okay, I’m going to fuck you. Get her off, then I’ll come, and only then can you come.”

  Nick’s ass and thighs still burned from the cane strokes, but it was all he could do to hold back as his Master’s cock fucked him hard and deep.

  Leigh ground her pussy against his mouth, and the mental image of her pegging his ass while he gave Lucas a blow job nearly set him off. Fortunately, he put that energy and desire into what he was doing to her, and was soon rewarded with a loud moan from her.

  “Good boy,” Lucas grunted, picking up the pace, brutally fucking him, making Nick cry out from how good it felt. Yes, he’d missed this. Totally. Missed feeling owned and loved.

  Missed feeling like he belonged. Not just to someone, but to a family.

  Their family.

  Lucas took several harder strokes. “Now,” he gasped. “Make him come.”

  Leigh sucked on Nick’s cock, hard, and that finished him off. He let out a groan as his cum pumped into her sweet mouth, finally giving him relief after hours of being kept on edge.

  As they all fell still, Lucas laughed. “I hope you enjoyed that,” he said. “Because you’ll have to earn the next one. But I was dying to feel you coming with my cock up your ass.” He withdrew, then helped Leigh off Nick. “A quick shower for everyone,” Lucas said. “Then we need to finish packing.”

  * * * *

  Four hours later, they were seated in first class and jetting over the Gulf of Mexico. Nick had ordered champagne for the three of them.

  Leigh stared at her glass. “I can’t believe this is real.” They’d also been able to wait before boarding in a first-class lounge. “I can’t believe this is happening.” Nick sat on the aisle in the row across from them, with Lucas on the window and Leigh between them on the aisle. The seat next to Nick was empty, because he’d purchased the ticket for it, too, for privacy.

  “Believe it,” Nick said, offering her a sexy smile. “I’ve got a car picking us up when we get to LAX. My building has a private parking garage, so we’ll be able to get in without the paparazzi being all over us.”

  “So what’s on tomorrow’s schedule?” Lucas asked.

  “I’m going to introduce you to Clark first thing in the morning. We have a breakfast appointment with him. You’ll be working with him a lot, at first. He’ll help you navigate through things if I can’t be there.”

  “Why wouldn’t you be there?” Leigh asked.

  “If I’m on set or something.”

  “Oh.” Relief filled her.

  He seemed to sense that and dropped his voice. “I didn’t mean because I’d left. I won’t leave you guys again. I promise. Well, not without you knowing where I’m going and how long I’ll be gone.”

  “And giving you permission to go.” Lucas arched an eyebrow at him.

  Nick smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  Leigh sipped her champagne. “This feels li
ke a dream. Don’t wake me up.”

  Lucas slipped a hand over hers on the armrest and gave her a gentle squeeze. “You took the words right out of my mouth, baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Leigh sat in the shade on the lanai and went through her e-mail on her iPad. Every day, it seemed like, the workload got deeper and deeper to wade through.

  Lucas and Nick had been on her ass to hire an assistant, and she’d been putting off the decision. First of all, where to hire them for? LA? Florida? A virtual assistant somewhere else they never saw?

  She didn’t like the idea of turning over control of something to a faceless person, though, so she’d pretty much nixed that idea.

  She’d spent the morning on a video conference call with their team out in LA about a project they were working on. They were ready to pick a director and start casting, now that the script was completed. It was a project they were hoping to debut at Sundance, if they got it finished and through post-production in time.

  A realistic look at BDSM, fictionalized, but not like what people were used to seeing in popular culture. Not even X-rated, because they weren’t going to show actual sex, real or simulated.

  It was a look at roles, dynamics, the fluid nature of people and their predilections. An anthology piece about four sets of friends with different dynamics.

  A pet project for all three of them. Now that they were “out,” they were proud about it. It’d been an uncomfortable conversation for Leigh to have with her parents, and for Lucas to have with his mom, but they agreed they loved their children, and if Nick was part of their lives, they would accept him.

  They also agreed to keep silent about the trio’s private lives, not to idly chatter to anyone about stuff revealed to them, since they never knew who might be listening or who might report the tip.

  A little over a year later and they hadn’t had any slips from this end, so they knew their respective parents were being cautious. Every once in a while a tabloid would post something salacious about them, but since they were very careful about how they interacted in public, no one had caught anything more scandalous than Nick giving Lucas a quick peck on the lips.

  Hell, half the straight actors in Hollywood gave kisses to other men.

  Leigh heard the sliding glass doors open behind her. “You still out here?” Lucas asked.

  “Yes. Some of us are working today.”

  He walked over and took the iPad from her hands. “Some of us were ordered to take the day off.”

  “I do that, I’ll have a thousand e-mails waiting for me.”

  “Then they can wait.”

  She glared up at him. “You aren’t going to give that back, are you?”

  “What do you think?”

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “Fine.”

  “Fine, what?”

  She stuck her tongue out at him. “Fine, princess.”

  “Listen, my adorable and stubborn little slut,” he said, taking Master tone with her. “I’m not the one who’s pregnant. That was the deal. You take off at least one full day a week when we’re not actively filming and you need to be on set.”

  The sliders opened again. “Is she being fussy?” Nick asked.

  “Yes,” Lucas said. “Get over here. I need backup.”

  He walked over, butt-naked and buff as hell.

  As usual.

  They didn’t know which man was the father. Nick had suggested, when she’d talked to them about having a baby, that he use a condom with her so she’d know it was Lucas’ baby.

  Lucas, who had the final say, overruled him when Leigh weighed in and said she didn’t have a problem with either of them being the father, and that it was Lucas’ call.

  Nick had more than proven his love to them, worked like hell to rebuild their trust, and now…

  Now she was approximately six weeks pregnant.

  With their baby.

  “You aren’t going to be able to work tonight,” Nick reminded her. “We’ll confiscate your electronic devices and force you to socialize with our friends. Who are really looking forward to seeing you, if you’ll remember.”

  Their Suncoast Society friends were coming for one hell of a baby shower-slash-kinky party. With no close neighbors to worry about scandalizing, and with Nick having the bright idea of draping the lanai with some of that special camouflage netting to help prevent any drones from catching video, in addition to the thick wall of hedges and the additional privacy fence that surrounded the lanai, things were going to get nuts.

  In the good way.

  She scrunched up her face at them. “I’m just trying to do my job.”

  “No,” Lucas said, “you’re trying to do the job of five people. And you’re damn good at it, but I’m not backing down. Today is relaxation day. And the bigger our peanut gets, the less fun we’re going to be able to have of the sexy kind. Especially with our friends. So lighten up, buttercup. We’ve got a play party to prep for.”

  “Tilly and Loren and their guys will be here at four,” she said. “Mal said she and Kel will be here by five with the frame. We’ll have everything ready in plenty of time.”

  Nick grabbed her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. While technically she was the alpha submissive, when the three of them were alone together, she found she preferred letting Nick take charge of her. She spent pretty much every day in charge at work and enjoyed the downtime.

  “I’ve had a damn butt plug up my ass all day,” Nick said, “and I’m horny as hell. Sir said he wants to see you ride the Sybian.”

  She gulped. The new toy had just arrived that week, and while in theory she’d loved the idea of them having it, she realized it was maybe the bad kind of good idea. They’d actually ordered two of them, one for their own personal use, and one for parties that people could share.

  Lucas reached over and pulled her bikini top down, exposing her nipples. “And someone owes me a blow job.”

  They had her, and they knew it. “Yes, Sir.”

  They led her back to the master bedroom, where the men had already set the device on a towel on the floor. They quickly stripped her of her shorts, panties, and the bikini top, and after Nick slid a finger inside her to make sure she was wet enough, they helped her straddle the thing and impale herself on the large dildo attachment.

  She moaned, adjusting to it. It was just enough larger than her men that she noticed.

  Lucas stripped and sat on the end of the bed, perfectly positioned for her to reach his cock. He grabbed her braided ponytail in one hand, and held up the remote control for the Sybian with the other. “We’ll start off slow, sweetheart.”

  She moaned as he thumbed it on. Behind her, she was barely aware of Nick lubing her ass and positioning his condom-clad cock at her rear entrance.

  As Lucas increased the power, Nick worked his cock up into her ass, making her moan. Once he was all the way in, he grabbed her arms and pulled them back, immobilizing her.

  “Good,” Lucas said, bumping up the setting even higher. She moaned around his cock, close to her own orgasm.

  He made one more adjustment, which sent her over the edge.

  He laughed, put down the remote, and grabbed her head. “Go for it, boy,” he said. “Have at her.” Lucas fucked her mouth, completely in control as she writhed and moaned, the dildo embedded inside of her vibrating and rotating while the nub on the front of it hit her clit and kept her coming and coming far harder than the Hitachi ever had.

  I’ll never complain about the Hitachi again…

  She was barely aware when Nick, then Lucas came. Well, Lucas, she knew he came because she automatically started swallowing when she tasted his cum hitting her tongue. Finally, Lucas shut the device off and she slumped forward. Nick had to scoop an arm around her to hold her up against him.

  “So, is that a winner, girl?” Lucas asked.

  She nodded, his softening cock still in her mouth.

  “I think so, Sir,” Nick said. “Hell, I could feel it vibrat
ing through her. Wait till you try it.”

  “Oh, I plan to later,” he said. “But for now, you need to get you and her cleaned up and get back in here.”

  “Sir?”

  Lucas laughed. “Oh, you didn’t think you were going to get out of this without riding it, did you?” He reached over, cupping the back of Nick’s neck. “Why do you think you’ve had the biggest butt plug up your ass, boy? You’re riding this beast next.” He lightly tugged on Leigh’s braid. “And she’s going to suck your cock while you do, and you’ll suck my cock.”

  She turned her head enough she could look up and see him. He pulled her off his cock. “Did you want to say something, girl?” Lucas asked.

  “Yeah. It’s a request. You ever get a prescription for those blue pills to keep you hard, I’m asking for a divorce.” The men had been especially horny since finding out she was pregnant.

  He leaned in and kissed her. “Love you, girl.”

  “Love you, too, you damn sadist.”

  Nick chuckled. “Love both of you.”

  Lucas actually slid off the bed to kneel there with them, his arms around them. “You guys are my world, you know that, right?”

  Nick kissed him, then her. “I worked so hard to stay in the spotlight. I’m glad you two gave me a reason to stop wanting to be in it. I’d rather be with you two.”

  Leigh tipped her head back against Nick’s shoulder. “Yeah, well, you’ll get your wish for the first six months after I deliver. And you might be regretting it by the time that’s over.”

  “Never. Because this is right where I belong.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC winner is also the bestselling author of over eighty books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.