hope to hell he does. Thing is, with our doc, we need to lead him gently. We can’t ask him, because he’ll think it to death. We have to lure him in and just keep him. So he has no choice.”
Her frown turned into a smile. “Slick. I like it. We seduce him, we love him. Then we keep him. Think we can do it?”
“Honey, between your pussy and my cock, how can we lose?”
She died laughing. “God, you’re hopeless. I was hoping you’d say something about my adorable eyes or loveable nature. That between the two of us and our strong wills, we’d have him eating out of the palms of our hands.”
“That works too. But Dylan’s a guy. Sex works wonders. Trust me.”
She kissed him again. “I do. But promise me we’ll take things slow. Dylan’s going to need to work up to our level.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I’m ready for forever right now, but our doc will need some gentling first.”
“That and a few orgasms. I think he needs to lose some of that control, don’t you?”
He grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
When Tony told Dylan where to go, he thought he’d been mistaken. Freddy wanted him to meet her in the dungeon downstairs? Admittedly curious, he jogged down the stairs, needing—no, desperate —to forget about his turbulent emotions and make love to his partners again.
Partners. With an S . He wondered how his family would feel if he showed up in the morning with both Harper and Freddy and announced that he planned to live the rest of his life as a prominent member in a threesome.
Then again, knowing his mother’s tolerance for any and all things different, she’d probably cheer him on with glowing pompoms while his brothers thanked him for giving them more fodder to fuck with him for the rest of his life.
He sighed. Not that he’d throw Harper and Freddy under the bus to get back at his mother, but the idea held appeal. It still bothered him that Barbara and James really did suit, which made his attitude about the whole matter even more wrong and juvenile.
He grimaced and knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
He felt better just hearing Freddy’s cheery voice. Opening the door, he entered a dimly lit room. Before he could get his bearings, he found himself hugged from behind, Harper’s scent enveloping him.
The click of the door closing and locking behind him sounded overloud in the otherwise silent room.
“You’re late,” Freddy said. But this Freddy wasn’t the same woman he’d fucked just yesterday. The petite bombshell had been replaced by a siren wearing black patent-leather, thigh-high boots, a corset exposing her pussy and breasts, and dark black makeup that gave her a goth-gone-sexy look. All of it gave him the hard-on from hell. Just like the one mashed against his ass.
“She’s Mistress tonight,” Harper murmured in his ear and nipped it. “And I’m Master, or Sir. Got it?”
“Oh shit. You two want to play.” Dylan started laughing, needing the relief the fantasy would give. “Why the hell not?”
Harper sighed. “Discipline is coming your way, boy.” He stripped Dylan out of his clothes while ordering him to keep his gaze fixed on Freddy—Mistress. And fixate he did. God, her tits were so firm—not large, but plump enough that he couldn’t wait to get his mouth over her rosy nipples. He wanted to cup her breasts and feast, to forget his troubles as he indulged in the sexy woman who wanted him. Because she did, and her lust and affection, no matter how light it might be, mattered.
They had so much in common. Despite his more conservative attire and her tattoos and piercing, they liked much of the same things. They hated country music, liked art and the theater, and especially liked watching Harper get off. He’d actually met her brother at the annual Halloween party thrown downtown, and he liked the guy.
Dylan didn’t mind her working at the club, because he believed her when she said she’d taken a chance on him and Harper. She really
Her frown turned into a smile. “Slick. I like it. We seduce him, we love him. Then we keep him. Think we can do it?”
“Honey, between your pussy and my cock, how can we lose?”
She died laughing. “God, you’re hopeless. I was hoping you’d say something about my adorable eyes or loveable nature. That between the two of us and our strong wills, we’d have him eating out of the palms of our hands.”
“That works too. But Dylan’s a guy. Sex works wonders. Trust me.”
She kissed him again. “I do. But promise me we’ll take things slow. Dylan’s going to need to work up to our level.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I’m ready for forever right now, but our doc will need some gentling first.”
“That and a few orgasms. I think he needs to lose some of that control, don’t you?”
He grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
When Tony told Dylan where to go, he thought he’d been mistaken. Freddy wanted him to meet her in the dungeon downstairs? Admittedly curious, he jogged down the stairs, needing—no, desperate —to forget about his turbulent emotions and make love to his partners again.
Partners. With an S . He wondered how his family would feel if he showed up in the morning with both Harper and Freddy and announced that he planned to live the rest of his life as a prominent member in a threesome.
Then again, knowing his mother’s tolerance for any and all things different, she’d probably cheer him on with glowing pompoms while his brothers thanked him for giving them more fodder to fuck with him for the rest of his life.
He sighed. Not that he’d throw Harper and Freddy under the bus to get back at his mother, but the idea held appeal. It still bothered him that Barbara and James really did suit, which made his attitude about the whole matter even more wrong and juvenile.
He grimaced and knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
He felt better just hearing Freddy’s cheery voice. Opening the door, he entered a dimly lit room. Before he could get his bearings, he found himself hugged from behind, Harper’s scent enveloping him.
The click of the door closing and locking behind him sounded overloud in the otherwise silent room.
“You’re late,” Freddy said. But this Freddy wasn’t the same woman he’d fucked just yesterday. The petite bombshell had been replaced by a siren wearing black patent-leather, thigh-high boots, a corset exposing her pussy and breasts, and dark black makeup that gave her a goth-gone-sexy look. All of it gave him the hard-on from hell. Just like the one mashed against his ass.
“She’s Mistress tonight,” Harper murmured in his ear and nipped it. “And I’m Master, or Sir. Got it?”
“Oh shit. You two want to play.” Dylan started laughing, needing the relief the fantasy would give. “Why the hell not?”
Harper sighed. “Discipline is coming your way, boy.” He stripped Dylan out of his clothes while ordering him to keep his gaze fixed on Freddy—Mistress. And fixate he did. God, her tits were so firm—not large, but plump enough that he couldn’t wait to get his mouth over her rosy nipples. He wanted to cup her breasts and feast, to forget his troubles as he indulged in the sexy woman who wanted him. Because she did, and her lust and affection, no matter how light it might be, mattered.
They had so much in common. Despite his more conservative attire and her tattoos and piercing, they liked much of the same things. They hated country music, liked art and the theater, and especially liked watching Harper get off. He’d actually met her brother at the annual Halloween party thrown downtown, and he liked the guy.
Dylan didn’t mind her working at the club, because he believed her when she said she’d taken a chance on him and Harper. She really
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