Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(24)

Being theirs.

Grant held his hand out to Darryl, drawing him in close. Then he hooked a finger through the ring in the front of Darryl’s collar, and one through the ring in the front of her collar.

“You’re sure it’s not going to freak you out seeing me with him?” Grant asked. “And, sometimes, I have him f*ck me, because I enjoy it.”

She smiled. “I think that’d be sexy as hell to watch.”

Grant pulled her in by her collar for another deep, scorching kiss, followed by him pulling Darryl in for one equally as hot.

Darryl’s cock stood out, rigid, thick.

Her mouth watered. She’d loved giving head. Now she had two guys she could sublimely lose herself with in that way.

“We’re going to have a collaring ceremony,” Grant told her. “Darryl and I had one at the club. I want to formally acknowledge you as ours in the only way we really can for now. Is that going to be a problem?”

Nervous tension filled her, along with one comforting thought.

I am His good girl.

She trusted him. Both of them. She wouldn’t be standing there right that moment if she didn’t.

She swallowed back her fear. “No, Sir. That won’t be a problem.”

She’d kill for the smile he gave her. “Good girl.” He kissed her.





For tonight, Grant wanted to keep things simple. He wanted to love her, to make love to her, to hold her and see her smile, to hear her gasp and moan and know that they were bringing pleasure back to her life.

They could do the kinky shit later.

Then again, he knew there were people who’d probably argue that a ménage was kinky to start with, but simply having sex didn’t even blip Grant and Darryl out of the vanilla range by their own usual standards.

He slid the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down her arms, leaning in to kiss his way down her shoulder. He motioned to Darryl to step in, too, on her other side, his lips feathering across her flesh.

“Oh, and Darryl?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You have my permission to do anything you want with her tonight.” He met her beautiful green gaze, pleased to see the delicious glaze of subspace already settling in for the duration.

“Thank you, Sir,” Darryl said.

Darryl slid her bathing suit lower, the straps trapping her arms at her sides as he leaned over and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping her left breast.

She let out a soft gasp.

Grant slipped his hand behind her neck again, getting a firm grasp as he kissed her, hard, slowly f*cking his tongue between her lips, swallowing her moans as Darryl toyed with her.

“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” Grant told her. “Tonight we’re going to make your head explode so there’s no chance in hell of you wanting to walk away from us again. I promise we’ll take good care of you from now on.”

She let out an adorable, soft little squeak he knew was supposed to be a, “Yes, Sir,” but it was likely all she could manage.

Yep. Subspace achieved.

He made Darryl move as he shoved her bathing suit the rest of the way down her body so she could step out of it.

Okay, maybe he would spank her, just a little.

He bent her facedown over the bed, nudging her feet wide apart and pointing for Darryl to get on the floor between her legs.

Darryl needed no clarification. He sat, back against the bed, grabbed Susie’s hips to hold her in place, and buried his face in her *.

The moan she let out in response made Grant’s cock ache even more. He pressed his left hand flat into the middle of her back and stroked her ass with his right.

“Oh, baby. Keep making those noises.” He lightly smacked her left ass cheek, then her right, watching as she fisted the covers, the way her toes curled, the way she arched her back, presenting an even better target for him.

He gradually stepped up the force of the strikes, happily impressed that not only was she enjoying it, she seemed eager for more.





It felt like she’d been dropped head-first into a barrel of bliss. Between Darryl’s mouth on her *—thank god she’d kept shaving down there—and the firm weight of Grant’s hand in the middle of her back, every smack of his hand against her ass only drove her that much harder toward a screaming orgasm.

Literally.

Because when she tipped over the edge, she pressed her face against the mattress and sobbed with joy, relief, ecstasy. The first time in…

Too damn long.

And Darryl wouldn’t quit, his fingers digging in and holding on, his tongue and lips on her clit relentless, forcing her pleasure to spin through her, bouncing around inside her, Grant stepping up the spanking as another climax ripped free and exploded.

She threw her head back and gasped, tears of pleasure and the good kind of pain rolling down her cheeks.

“Color,” Grant barked.

“Green, Sir!” If he stopped now, she’d be reeally pissed off.

“Good girl.” He picked up the pace of the spanking, harder, faster. It wasn’t until orgasm number three popped up and said howdy that he backed off, easing up, taking his time and varying the strength of each swat until the men finally stopped and let her catch her breath.

Darryl still sat on the floor between her legs, nuzzling her inner thighs. Grant’s hands stroked her back and ass.