Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(69)

“There he is,” Tilly said with a pleased smile.

Loren smiled, not missing a beat. “—for all the days of your lives?”

Vanessa had only one request of Loren—that the service didn’t mention death, and that she adjust the vows accordingly.

“I do,” Reed said.

“Do you, Lyle Richard Bracken, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer—for kinky and vanilla—for all the days of your lives?”

“I do,” Lyle said.

“The rings.”

Rusty handed them over, the jeweler’s boxes they were in labeled so he didn’t mix them up.

“Gentlemen, rings are just smaller versions of collars, but the message is the same—eternal devotion, love, and permanence. With these rings you are publicly displaying your vows, your bond, your oaths to each other. Reed, place the ring on Lyle’s finger.” After he did that, she continued. “Lyle, place the ring on Reed’s finger.” He did.

“Now, by the power vested in me by the laws of the State of Florida, I now pronounce you gentlemen wed, and I wish you nothing but the best life may offer all three of you. You may kiss.”

They did, then they each kissed Vanessa again.

The room erupted into applause and cheers.

After hugs from Loren and Tilly, Vanessa waved Jenny over, and after a hug, she knelt to give Carlo some attention as well.

“He’ll go home with us tonight,” Jenny said. “It’s our wedding present.”

“Thanks.” Carlo loved playing with their dog, so at least he wasn’t completely bereft of buddies when he stayed with her friends.

Vanessa playfully poked Reed in the chest. “Nice surprise,” she said, “and you get an A for effort, even if you flunked the execution.”

He laughed. “Hey, I’m not perfect.”

“Thank you for including him.”

“Aw, we can’t leave our buddy out. He’s the furkid.”

“You realize if he hadn’t liked you guys, we wouldn’t be standing here, right?”

They nodded. “We know,” Lyle said. “Another reason we included him, even though he doesn’t know it, to thank him for his woof of approval.”





Chapter Twenty-Five


They stayed and played at the club, Vanessa taking a more playful than painful scene from her guys, which included some rope bondage and forced orgasm play. By the time they left at midnight, she was close to being exhausted.

But she still had a little energy left for her men.

Once they returned home, they had fun stripping her and each other all the way to the master bedroom, where Reed interrupted.

“Evens, or odds?”

“Bottom, or top?” Lyle asked.

Reed grinned. “Pitching or catching, because it’s loser in the middle.”

“How is that losing?” Lyle asked while Vanessa giggled and didn’t interrupt their negotiations.

“Uh, good point. Winner in the middle.”

“There ya go. Evens. One out of one.”

They held their fists out, and on the count of three, each man put out only one finger.

“Dammit!” Reed playfully grumbled. “Lucky bastard.”

“You can be the filling in the morning.” Lyle kissed him, then scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, pouncing on top of her and kissing her.

“Fair trade.” Reed headed for the bathroom and returned a moment later with a towel, lube, and condom.

By that time, Lyle already had his face buried in her *, his tongue and mouth eagerly licking and sucking her while his fingers played with her nipples.

She loved watching them together, especially like this.

She buried her fingers in Lyle’s hair and held on, earning her a growl of pleasure from him, followed by a moan from him that vibrated through her * as Reed started working lube into Lyle’s ass with his fingers.

Reed caught her gaze and winked, blowing her a kiss. She blew one in return, catching sight of the ring on his left hand when he planted his hand on the bed for balance.

And that was just before Lyle sucked on her clit, triggering her release, and her eyes fell closed.

“There’s our good girl,” Reed said. “Let him make you come nice and hard, because then he’s getting his brains f*cked out and we’ll all fall asleep happy.”

That was an easy command to follow considering she was already coming. She wasn’t sure who was moaning louder, her or Lyle.

Finally, she heard Reed smack Lyle on the ass. “Saddle up, buddy,” he said. “Let’s ride.”

She forced her eyes open and stared at Lyle, who kissed his way up her body before he slid his cock deep into her *. Sitting up, he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders.

“Nice and hard and deep, baby,” Lyle said. “I’m going to f*ck one more out of you.”

He would, too. She’d never realized sex could be this good, this much fun, or she would have been trying harder a long time ago to find someone.

Then again, she wouldn’t have met these men, either.

Lyle fell still, his eyes closing. He let out a gasp. “Fuck, what’d you do, fist me?”