Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Mmm hmm.”
Dayne lifted a hand. “I swear. I didn’t say a word.”
“Then why isn’t whoever you played with last night not here right now?”
Dayne leaned closer to his brother and whispered, “Because I was smart enough to glance out the window this morning after I heard you all talking out here. I snuck last night’s companions out the door before she could spot them. Unlike you, I don’t have anyone in my life important enough to meet my mother.”
Dylan’s lips pressed together as he glanced from Ford to Erin and back to Dayne. “Shit.”
Were they at the point they were ready to introduce their poly partners to their parents?
Dayne’s grin spread wider, and he whacked Dylan on the back. “Congrats.”
Apparently so.
Chapter Thirty
Erin sat in the corner of Dylan’s bedroom doing one of her favorite activities… Watching her two men have sex with each other. Without her.
Though, right now it was foreplay. Tonight they’d been doing that longer than normal. Dylan was taking his time exploring every inch of Ford’s body. That very thorough exploration included fingers, mouth and, of course, tongue.
“You two are so… beautiful.”
Dylan paused mid-lick and lifted his dark blond head. “Beautiful?”
“Yes, like art. Your bodies are living, breathing sculptures. The sounds you two make are music. The motion like choreographed dancing. You two are so in sync, it seems you were made for each other. So, yes, beautiful. Breathtaking even. I could watch you for hours, days… forever.”
She hoped this threesome would last forever. She wasn’t sure if it would work at first, but now… She couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her two Doms.
“You’re not here to only watch,” Dylan said in his best Dom voice.
But she wasn’t his sub right now. “What’s wrong with simply appreciating the show?”
“You’re supposed to be a part of it.”
Not necessarily. It was true that most of the time whoever was watching ended up joining in on the fun, even if that wasn’t the initial plan, but it didn’t need to be the case.
She repeated something Ford said months ago. “There are no rules. Except for no jealousy and no favoritism.” Everyone was equal in the relationship. The only time it wasn’t was when they were in a scene. “Plus, I’m perfectly fine over here.”
For the moment, anyway. That could easily change. But this evening, that would be completely up to her.
Not Dylan or Ford.
Ford opened his eyes and raised his head from the mattress, where he was splayed out in unrestrained bliss. “You look perfectly fine from here. Maybe I should be watching you instead of the back of my eyelids.”
“A show within a show?” Erin teased.
“A double feature,” Ford teased back.
“A one woman show,” Dylan joined in. “Maybe we need to get re-situated so we can watch her more easily.”
“Ah, but I don’t want you two distracted.”
“That could happen,” Ford warned Dylan, grabbing his head and pulling him back down for a long, thorough kiss.
That kiss was enough to distract Dylan, and they continued doing their thing while she went back to doing her own.
She currently wore thigh-high stockings and a leather garter belt, along with a matching leather bra with peek-a-boo holes to show off her nipples, high heels and… nothing else. And what she was doing was fingering her own pussy and clit as she watched the men play with each other.
Even though they weren’t performing for her specifically, she liked to think they were.
All it took to push her toward her first climax of the night was the two of them to start playfully wrestling and fighting to be on top.
The whole scene before her went from hot to scorching. The lazy licking, soft touches or light kissing quickly disappeared. A power struggle evolved, involving teeth, nails, grunts and soft curses.
Ford ended up on top, pinning Dylan down by his wrists and straddling his waist.
Both were now out of breath and Erin could confirm neither man cared right now what she was doing in her little corner. At least until she cried out and her body bowed against the chair as an orgasm ripped through her.
When she finally returned to Earth, she glanced over at the bed again.
Oh yes, the men were in their own little world and missed her orgasm because they were working on their own.
Ford had Dylan’s knees pinned to his chest and was already lubing up his hole, preparing it.
Ford clearly won that particular battle.
That was all right. Dylan would “win” the next one.
He always did.
Dylan climbed back into bed after cleaning up. “You were wrong earlier.”
“Who?” Erin asked sleepily. Three intense orgasms in a row tended to wipe her out, whether they were self-service or given to her by the men.
“You,” he informed Erin.
She raised an eyebrow in his direction, which was on the other side of Ford. “About?”
She no longer was always sandwiched in between them. They now switched up their sleeping positions depending on who didn’t want to be stuck in the middle. Sometimes she’d woken up in a sweat if both men were crowding her. They tended to emit heat like furnaces cranked on high.