Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(46)

“You don’t have to pick anything you don’t want to,” Lyle said. “You get to define your label.”

“I don’t know what it is. I’d rather you do it.”

The men exchanged a look. Reed had an a-ha expression. “Okay, how about this? Sense we’re going to start out at the sensual end of the scale, let’s say you’re our baby girl.”

She frowned. “What’s that?”

“It’s not age play,” he said, correctly guessing what her tone had held. “It’s like a very loving, nurturing dynamic. And we’ll be your Sirs. How’s that?”

She nodded. “Okay. So what are the rules?”

Lyle cupped the back of her neck and leaned in close. “You don’t lie to us, and we won’t lie to you. You don’t cheat on us, and we won’t cheat on you. It’s a committed relationship until all three of us settle in and decide where else we want to go from this point. If you decide after a while you want to try being a submissive, or try stricter play, we can do that. If we’re together long enough, if you want to move from submissive to slave, we might try that.”

“That sounds too easy.”

He smiled. “That’s because it is.” He kissed her, slowly, deeply. Then, keeping his hand cupped behind her neck, he drew Reed in and kissed him, deep, sucking, licking.

Then she realized what he was doing—tasting.

“Fuck,” Lyle finally gasped when he let Reed come up for air. “I can’t wait to have my turn.” He grabbed her, and seemingly effortlessly lifted her up and onto the counter. Before she realized it, he’d spread her legs, shoved the hem of her dress up, and had his face buried between her thighs.

His technique was different but just as good as Reed’s. Her eyes fell closed as she tried to keep her balance.

Reed grabbed her hands, putting one on top of Lyle’s head. “Grab a handful of his hair,” Reed told her. “He loves it rough.”

She did, and he practically growled into her *.

Thus encouraged, she held on tight, Reed’s arm supporting her back as she crashed into yet another breathless orgasm.

When Lyle emerged from there, he grabbed her and kissed her. “If we don’t get this meal cooked, your dinner’s going to consist of nothing but a liquid protein diet from us f*cking that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

She felt dizzy, her world spun round. “Yes, Sir.”

He grinned, and it was gorgeous, handsome, setting fire to walls within her, breaking her to pieces inside in the good way. “Baby girl,” he hoarsely said, “I do think I will quickly grow used to hearing you call me that.”

“A-f*cking-men,” Reed said.





The men did get dinner cooked. They wouldn’t let her help other than to point out where things were in the kitchen. They were content to have her sitting there on a barstool at the counter, talking to them, and them teasing and tormenting her, working her up into a frenzy until she was ready to say f*ck the meal, please f*ck me!

And from the size of the bulges pressed against their shorts, she could tell they were eager to get through the main course, too.

Life is short. I’m an adult.

And they’re hot and want to f*ck me.

Tony trusted them.

And when she boiled it down to the most basic equation, the argument that held the most sway with her, that’s what it came down to.

Yes, please!

It didn’t hurt that they were, so far, great guys. Nothing they’d said or done had led her to believe otherwise. Yes, something might crop up at some point, but unless or until it did, she’d take them at face value.

They ate at the table, on real plates, like adults. Like they had the night before.

Many nights, she and Tony, if they’d eaten together, it’d been off paper plates on the couch in front of the TV, chatting with each other. Casual.

“I have a confession,” she said as they were sitting down to eat.

The men’s head swiveled. “Yes?” they asked in unison, nearly making her giggle.

“Nothing bad. The past two nights? They’re the first time I think I’ve used real dishes in…weeks. Sometimes, Tony and I would use them when we had people over, but usually it was just paper plates.”

“I should spank you for that scare,” Reed said, leaning in and kissing her.

“Ditto,” Lyle said, getting a kiss from her as well. “I was envisioning something horrible.”

“I don’t actually have anything horrible in my background,” she said. “The sad truth is I’m pretty dull. This is, in all honesty, the craziest thing I’ve done in my life.”

“Then we’re honored that we get to be the ones doing it with you,” Reed said.

After dinner, they both took their shirts off before they started cleaning up.

That…

She checked to make sure there wasn’t a line of drool slowly dripping from the corner of her mouth. In the light, she could see Reed’s tan lines, as well as the dusting of brown hair across his chest. Lyle had less hair on his chest, but a delicious-looking treasure trail that led from his navel and under the waistband of his shorts.

Lyle grinned. “We wouldn’t want to get our shirts wet.

“Right,” Reed said.