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  “Thanks.”

  Loren gave her a hug and then she and Tilly went to take their places with Kristin as Susie’s bridesmaids, her mother following so she could go take her seat.

  For the wedding gown, Susie had gone with a white cocktail dress and no veil, with a very simple bouquet. John had given her a storybook wedding and an even more fairy-tale life.

  She didn’t need to out-do that. Darryl and Grant would continue that fairy tale, and all she needed was them.

  Tonight, after they went home, she and Darryl would slip a wedding band on Grant’s hand, a ring that matched hers and Darryl’s.

  “I’m surprised your in-laws are here,” her dad commented as they made their way to the back of the sanctuary to await the music cue for their entrance.

  John had never made it a secret how he felt about his parents.

  “Oh, they sort of have to be. They’re paying for it.”

  “They are? I thought you couldn’t stand them.”

  “I can’t.” She brightly smiled. “It’s a long story, Dad. They’re simply…indescribable.”

  When she’d confessed to Tilly, the woman had laughed and given her a high-five.

  As they waited for the processional to start, Susie stared at the church full of people. Some of them were people from work, or people she and John had been friends with.

  But most of them…

  Most of them were her new adopted friends and family from the Suncoast Society. And all of them were in on the secret.

  It felt good knowing that, in one way, at least, she had the satisfaction of the truth being out there.

  As they started down the aisle, her eyes were on Darryl. Their Master had ordered them to enjoy today, to cherish and savor it, so she damn well would. Maybe one day, if the laws ever changed again, they could fix it so it was all three of them.

  But for now, they had their marching orders, and she damn well would obey them.

  As her father handed her off to Darryl, Grant caught her eye and winked, nearly sending her into a giggle fit.

  Then Kyle poked him, knowingly smirking in a way that was eerily reminiscent of how Grant always smirked.

  Yes, they were already a family. Kyle had three parents in their household who loved him, and he knew it. Susie knew they couldn’t manage the relationship he had with his mom, but at least he had their calm stability to rely on.

  Rev. de Papio had asked if they had a preference for their ceremony. Susie had asked that he keep it short, but for obvious reasons she didn’t ask him to remove the references to god out of it.

  There was a certain irony there that made her, Darryl, and even Grant giggle just a little.

  And as he had them turn to face each other, she made sure to glance into the audience and get a look at Marcus and Joanie’s faces.

  Joanie had a fakey-fake smile plastered on her kisser. Marcus looked like he was stuck there and about to take a shit in his suit.

  Good.

  As they said their vows and exchanged rings, Susie stared into Darryl’s eyes, spotting the same peace she knew resided within her. He never looked worried anymore. He never looked stressed.

  Like her, the past several months had brought about a cascade of changes she never would have predicted, would never have dared dream before.

  She was lucky, and she damn well knew it.

  They all were.

  By the time the reverend pronounced them man and wife and they kissed, Susie felt a serenity sweep over her the likes of which she never before dreamed possible.

  After she and Darryl kissed, she leaned in and hugged Kyle, then Grant and Rusty.

  Grant dropped her a panty-melting wink before she turned to hug Kristin, Tilly, and Loren. Then she and Darryl were heading down the aisle together.

  And then…

  From that point on was a whirlwind of pictures—including one with her and Grant alone, and one with her and Grant and Darryl recreating their prom picture—and congratulations, and the reception, and then…

  By eleven that night, the three of them were alone in their own bed, in a house that almost felt too quiet without Kyle there. Tomorrow night they’d be going to dinner at Sigalo’s and the club, but tonight was all theirs.

  They held their three hands up together, Susie lying in the middle of them. “I love you guys. I mean, beyond everything else, beyond you being our Master, everything. I really, deeply, madly love both of you. Thank you for not making me choose between you. It would have broken my heart.”

  “The decision never was you choosing between the two of us,” Darryl gently told her. “He’s always owned both of us. Let’s be honest about that for once, shall we? Even in high school. If we’d ever ended up roommates back then, it wouldn’t have been long before the three of us were an awkward item trying to figure out how to do what we were doing, and we’d still probably be together. But we might have fucked it up in the process.”

  She looked over at Grant, at that handsome smirk he wore. “What?” he innocently asked.

  “He’s right,” she softly said. “I think it really did have to happen this way for it to end happily.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, this isn’t an end. This is only our beginning.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  They slept late the next morning. Susie awoke the men with morning blow jobs, a rare treat indeed.

  After coffee, it was back to bed…and round two.

  With both of them wearing their leather cuffs and collars, Grant finally made up his mind. “Sixty-nine, her on the bottom. Nobody comes until I say so.”

  “Ooh, someone’s getting their ass fucked,” Darryl said, giving an adorable little shake of his ass.

  Grant went and fetched what he’d need. By the time Grant returned, Darryl had Susie on her back, his face between her legs. Since the men already had the edge taken off, they were at the advantage. Darryl deviously went to town with his mouth and tongue, eagerly trying to get her over the edge, forcing her to concentrate so as not to disobey Grant’s order to not come.

  “That’s what I like to see,” Grant said as he pulled on a glove. “An ass in the air.” He smacked Darryl’s ass. “I’m not picky which ass, either. I love them both.”

  Susie had a perfect view of Grant lubing Darryl’s ass and getting him ready. Every moan Darryl made hummed right through her clit, driving her closer to release.

  Watching them together like this was not only adorable and sexy, it made her hornier than hell. Most of the time it was Grant on top, but sometimes, he sucked Darryl’s cock, or had Darryl fuck him, and it was even more amazing.

  Grant’s latest new favorite thing was riding Darryl’s cock while she sat on Darryl’s face and sucked Grant off at the same time.

  She had to admit it was her new favorite thing, too.

  Grant took his time loosening Darryl’s ass, looking down and smiling at her as he did. “Having fun, Mrs. Holman-Delaney? Or is it going to be Delaney-Holman?” he asked.

  “Mmm-hmm!”

  His grin widened. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetheart.”

  Finally, he had Darryl ready. Grant stripped off the glove, rolled on a condom, and lubed his stiff cock.

  With Darryl slightly distracted as Grant started breaching his rim, she was able to hold back even more when Darryl fell still.

  Until his loud moan around her clit pushed her close to the edge again.

  Grant laughed. “Okay, my sweet slaves. You may both come.” He slowly fucked Darryl, the whole bed shaking from the motion. Darryl and Susie were now locked into a back and forth of moaning and sucking and licking as Grant drove, taking his time, able to hold back since he’d already shot one load down Susie’s throat.

  Susie was in heaven, deep in subspace and enjoying every second of this. As Grant picked up the pace, going deeper, harder, making Darryl moan even more, she felt Darryl’s cock grow hard, hot, right at the edge of coming.

  Then she heard the unmistakable sound of Grant slapping
Darryl’s ass, and that pushed him over the edge. Her moans echoed Darryl’s as he pumped streams of hot cum into her mouth. And his moans around her clit triggered her orgasm, making her moan even louder and drawing more moans from him.

  “Stereo,” Grant joked. “I love it.” The bed shook harder, faster, and then she heard Grant let out a familiar satisfied groan of his own before he fell still.

  As they lay there, waiting for Grant to move first, it hit Susie that this was her life.

  Maybe something else shattering would happen at some point in the future, but for now, life was damned near perfect.

  Grant pulled out and went to clean up while Darryl grabbed her arm and hauled her up to him.

  He kissed her. “Good morning, missus.”

  She smiled. “Good morning, mister.

  Grant rejoined them. “You know I was teasing you, right?” Grant asked. “Your last name can be anything you want it to be. You can even keep Costello, if you want.”

  She snuggled between them. “I want both names,” she said.

  He arched an eyebrow at her. “What will people think?” He teased.

  “I couldn’t give a shit. You decide what order.”

  He looked to Darryl. “You decide,” Grant said.

  Darryl smiled. “I like the sound of Susan Delaney-Holman,” he said. “Delaney first.” He leaned in and kissed Grant. “Because Master should always come first.”

  “Well, he did this morning,” Susie joked.

  * * * *

  They settled into “married” life together over the next weeks and months.

  Susie was the first one up, as usual. She headed to the kitchen to get coffee started.

  Unlike most mornings, Kyle wasn’t far behind her, opening his bedroom door when he heard her moving around in the kitchen.

  But this morning was special.

  “Oh, wow!” he exclaimed from the living room.

  She couldn’t help grinning. Yes, she’d gone overboard.

  Waaay overboard.

  For not only Kyle, but for Darryl and Grant, too.

  Kyle appeared in the kitchen, spotted her there, and nearly tackled her with a hug, making her laugh. “Thank you, Susie!”

  She hugged him back. At the rate he was growing, he’d soon be taller than her. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

  “Merry Christmas!” He let go and ran down the hall, where he pounded on their bedroom door. “Dad! Grant! Wake up!”

  Okay, so it was Christmas Eve, not Christmas, but Chelsey would be picking him up that night and he’d be spending Christmas Day with her and her latest boyfriend.

  Greg having dumped her when he discovered—through no fault of any of theirs—that she was cheating on him soon after Kyle had moved out. She’d screwed up her phone and asked him for his help fixing it, and he discovered the text messages there.

  Then he’d promptly called Darryl and spilled everything he knew about Chelsey and what she’d done to him in revenge before Greg left her.

  Living well truly is the best revenge.

  They’d decorated the house, put up the tree together—even decorated outside.

  It really felt like Christmas. A family Christmas.

  She heard the bedroom door open and mumbled grumblings as her two men made their way down the hall. This holiday arrangement worked out better anyway. Darryl had to play tonight at the church, and would have to be there tomorrow, too, for the morning service.

  When the men made it into the kitchen, they both kissed her as they headed for the coffeepot, which hadn’t quite yet given up a full mug’s worth.

  “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Grant said.

  “Merry Christmas, Master,” she softly replied.

  While Kyle knew the status quo, they did their best never to call Grant that in front of him, although the occasional ‘Sir’ did slip out once in a while. And they never did anything kinky around Kyle, either. Other than cuddling on the couch, or a quick kiss, the most salacious thing Kyle ever saw was the three of them disappearing behind a closed bedroom door together.

  Fortunately, the master bedroom was at the far end of the house from the other bedrooms, meaning less chance of him hearing anything.

  She’d thought about waiting to tell her men this, but she couldn’t. “There’s something I want to give you both but I can’t put it under the tree.”

  Darryl smiled. “After Kyle goes with his mom?”

  “No, not even that.” She took a deep breath. In the living room, she heard the TV go on, so she dropped her voice even lower as she met Grant’s gaze.

  “When we first got together, you and I had a brief conversation we talked about revisiting in the future. I’d like to revisit it now.”

  She blamed a lack of caffeine for Grant being slow on the uptake. But when he finally figured it out, both his eyebrows arched. “Really?”

  She nodded. “I’ve decided the choice is up to you. That’s the way I want it, because I’m good either way. I haven’t taken them yet today…” She shrugged. “Your decision.”

  He looked at Darryl. “This should be a three-way—”

  Darryl snorted.

  “—conversation.”

  Darryl shrugged. “I’m not even awake enough to know what you’re talking about.”

  Grant leaned in and whispered in his ear.

  Darryl suddenly looked awake. “Really?”

  She nodded.

  “You sure you want this decision left up to me?” Grant asked her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He looked to Darryl.

  He held his hands up. “Hey, Master’s choice. I’m good either way. I’m happy. It’s her body and your collar, Sir.”

  “Shh,” she said, trying to make sure Kyle couldn’t hear them.

  Grant studied her for a long moment. Long enough for the coffeepot to finally fill.

  He held his arms out to both of them to draw them in for a hug, as they so often did.

  “You going to keep me waiting, Master?” she whispered.

  He chuckled. “This is your final decision?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, wishing he’d just call it one way or the other.

  He looked at Darryl, who nodded.

  Grant met her gaze and then leaned in close. Pulling Darryl in so his ear was close enough to hear him, Grant whispered, “Then I expect to see your birth control pills replaced by prenatal vitamins by tomorrow morning.”

  “Tomorrow’s Christmas,” she whispered.

  He smiled. “Exactly.”

  THE END

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