Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(34)

He seemed happy to take his time, barely letting her catch her breath before sending her over the edge again and again, until she finally realized she was begging them to come, to fill her, to let her finish them off.

Landry’s hands came to rest on her hips. He urged her to f*ck them harder, faster. “If you want to make us come, love, then f*ck us hard, and come for us again.”

Long ago she’d given up trying to figure it out. The men obviously knew secrets about her body that she didn’t. They always managed to pull one last orgasm out of her that she never dreamed possible.

She knew it shouldn’t surprise her at this point, but she didn’t care.

She came.





It was a toss-up as to what Cris loved more, the feel of his cock buried in Landry’s ass, or buried in Tilly’s. Oh, he loved f*cking her *, and she gave amazing blowjobs, but her nice, tight ass, especially when Landry’s cock was stuffed up her *, felt extra wonderful.

He was doing his best to hold back until Landry gave the final cue to climax. The sadistic man loved to feel Tilly coming around their cocks, loved driving her over the edge of temporary insanity and abandonment in a way their normally controlled woman didn’t usually show.

He’d almost gotten over his guilt that not only had she not had a partner in the years between him leaving and his return, but she hadn’t even had a damn orgasm.

That wasn’t something he’d anticipated. He’d thought she’d eventually find someone else, at least.

She’d waited. Until she’d slept with Landry, she hadn’t been with anyone but Cris since their first time together.

To share her with Landry was a dream come true. The two people he loved most in the world, able to give them both pleasure—especially Tilly—made him happy.

He only wanted to make them happy.

“Now,” Landry gasped in French.

Cris grabbed her by the waist and started f*cking her, hard and fast as Landry ordered her to come one last time.

Between the friction of his cock tightly fisted inside her ass, and the way her muscles contracted around them, he quickly blew his load and filled the condom he’d donned.

He heard Landry come as well, knowing that particular grunt the man made without question, and the three of them collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed.

Cris was the first to slowly move, carefully pulling out of her ass before rolling onto his back. “I love you, Master, Redbird,” he said in English. “I love you both so damn much.”

Tilly kissed him. “Love you, too, Sir.” She kissed Landry. “And you…Master.”

Landry grinned. “I won’t hold you to it. The Master, I mean.”

“I know you won’t. That’s why I said it.”

Landry’s deep chuckle rolled through the room. “I do so love both of you. More than you’ll ever know. Thank you for standing by me.”

Cris rolled onto his side. “Thank you for taking Katie in.”

Landry lifted his head. “Cris, she’s family. I suspect as she grows older we’ll have to get very creative to keep our dynamic hidden from her. The kinky part, I mean. But there was never a question in my mind of doing this for her when you told me.”

Tilly lifted her head and kissed Landry again. “You big softy. You pretend like you’re some hard-assed sadist when you’re just a big teddy bear.”

Cris sat up. “Oh, he’s definitely a hard-assed sadist. But he is also a teddy bear.”

“I’m complicated,” Landry said with a smile. “What can I say? Are you complaining?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said as she untangled herself from him and got out of bed. “I prefer you just the way you are.”

After a quick shower, the three of them returned to bed, Landry in the middle with Tilly snuggled on his left and Cris on his right.

There was something incredibly soothing about having both of them in bed with him.

Cris didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about their unconventional relationship. It worked for them, and it brought him more peace than anything else in his life.

And now, with Katie, life had become a little more perfect.





Chapter Twelve


Another restless night of nightmares hounded Tilly and interrupted her sleep to the point she quit looking at the clock.

The sound of a baby crying awoke Tilly a little after four a.m. Friday morning. It took her a moment of disorientation before she realized it was coming from the baby monitor next to the bed.

She got up, pulled on a T-shirt, and made her way to what she was already thinking of as the nursery. Flipping the light on, she blinked against it before heading to the crib. Yep, a full diaper and likely an empty tummy.

Tilly was changing her in the living room when Cris emerged from their bedroom.

“Hey, you didn’t have to get up,” she said.

“Yeah, I did. I don’t want you doing all the work.”

“I don’t mind.”

He leaned in to kiss her. “I know you don’t, but I do mind. She needs a bottle?”

“Yeah. When I finish this.”

“I’ll go make it.” She also heard him get a pot of coffee going. When he returned with the bottle, he took Katie from her. “Go back to bed, Redbird. You don’t have to be up for at least another hour yet.”