Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(66)

With every thrust, Lyle’s body bumped the butt plug, intensifying her pleasure and giving her a preview of what it would finally feel like to have both their thick, living cocks embedded in her * and her ass at the same time.

“Here you go,” Reed said. His fingers tightened, digging into her scalp in the way she loved as his cock grew even harder against her tongue. She swallowed him deep, ready for the first gush of hot cum he pumped out into her mouth.

Lyle switched off the Hitachi and picked up the pace, f*cking her hard, fast, catching up with Reed until his load ended up in her *. Exhausted, she flopped onto the bed, her face pressed against Reed’s thigh.

“Sorry,” Lyle said, curling up behind her. “I don’t have a round two in me tonight.”

“Neither do I,’ Reed said, “but I sure needed that.”

“Me, too,” she said.

She managed to climb out of bed to remove the butt plug and get cleaned up. When she returned, she snuggled between them in her now normal spot, almost immediately starting to drift to sleep.

“Love you, baby girl,” Lyle said.

She tipped her head back to kiss him. “Love you, too, Sir.” She sat up and kissed Reed. “And you, Sir.”

He smiled. “Love you so much, baby. Don’t think you’re getting away from us.”

She snuggled in again. “Who says I’ll ever want to?”





Chapter Twenty-Four


Yes, she felt nervous.

Nervous as crap.

It was the Monday before Thanksgiving, which they were spending with her parents. The first time she’d spent a holiday in Seattle, and the first time in over five years since she’d been out to Seattle.

And with her men occupying the seats on either side of her and having moved their trays to the upright and locked position, they reached over and each rested a hand on her thighs.

“This will be okay,” Lyle said from his seat on the aisle.

“Yeah, this is the way it should be,” Reed agreed from the window.

“I’m glad you’re both so sure.”

In her carryon she had Tony’s journal. She wasn’t sure if her parents would want to see it or not, but she’d brought it.

It was a part of him, of who he was.

She wasn’t about to let it go.

It had become her talisman, her guidebook.

She’d even taken pictures with her phone of some key passages and had saved them to her favorites, able to go back and reflect on them when she needed some of his wisdom.

She works so damn hard. I don’t know when to push more or back off trying to get her to remember that life isn’t just about work, that it’s about play. That work is what we do so we can play. And that she’s banked up more than her fair share of play time over the years. She’s overdue to take care of herself…

That was the one she’d been practically committing to memory over the past several days.

She’d kept the scheduled two full weeks off, and then added another two weeks at Christmas and New Year’s. Lyle couldn’t take all that time off, and Reed had built some down time into his schedule as well, but he still had a few charters.

She’d be going with him for some of them.

And for this first week, they’d be spending it in Seattle, having Thanksgiving dinner at her parents’ house, but staying at a nearby hotel.

The two men had held fast to their condition that, until they met her parents, their wedding and her collaring were on hold.

Hence the massive source of her nerves right now. She wasn’t so much worried about if her parents would accept them or not, because she knew that would have no real effect on their day-to-day lives.

She did feel guilty that the first time she was traveling out here to visit them was to drop this bomb on them.

They checked into their hotel before she called her mom.

“Are you and your friends still coming for dinner?” had been the first question out of her mom’s mouth.

She still couldn’t believe her parents hadn’t asked who, exactly, her “friends” were.

When they arrived at her parents’ house, they walked outside to greet them with hugs.

Nervously, she introduced them. “Mom, Dad, this is Lyle Bracken and Reed Hibbard.”

“Nice to get to meet you in person,” her dad said.

She didn’t understand that comment. “Huh?”

“Your friend, Tilly? She sent us the video from the memorial. There were plenty of times we saw these two men sitting there with you like guard dogs. I was hoping we’d one day get to meet them, and here they were.”

Her mom smiled. “I didn’t want to ask, but I had a suspicion that’s who they were.”

“Um…what?”

“Let’s go inside,” her dad said. “It’s chilly out here.”

Before leaving the hotel, she’d tucked Tony’s journal into the backpack she was using as a purse. She thought about it now and resisted the urge to take it out and hold it.

Once they were seated in the living room, her mom continued. “What we didn’t tell you is that we got a call from Kelly the Monday after that service.”

“That bitch,” Vanessa said. “What the hell did she want?” She hadn’t told her parents about throwing Kelly out of her house.