Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(34)

He let out a hiss of pleasure. “Oh, holy f*ck, that’s my new favorite thing.”

Darryl chuckled a little around Grant’s cock but he kept bobbing his head up and down his shaft, swirling his tongue around the head before swallowing him again.

When she looked, Grant’s gaze was focused on her, his blue eyes dark with passion.

This…

She could easily spend the rest of her life doing this, with these two men.

It didn’t take Darryl long to work Grant up and get him over. She loved the way Grant’s balls drew up tight before he filled Darryl’s mouth with a load of cum.

She grabbed Darryl and kissed him, hard, enjoying tasting Grant on his tongue.

Grant let out a contented sigh. “Oh, yeah. Definitely my new favorite thing.”





Chapter Eleven


They somehow made it to lunch. Then a little time on the beach, the three of them stretched out on towels next to each other in the sun, before some more playtime in the room and another round of showers.

Nerves filled Susie as they got ready for dinner. There would likely be more people there than there had been at the pool party the night before, and it’d be harder to avoid their new dynamic being detected.

Grant didn’t seem to care. He pulled her into his arms. “I want you to relax.”

“I don’t want to screw up.”

“There’s nothing to screw up. I sincerely doubt anyone will think twice about old friends being cozy with each other. Especially since you’re widowed. Anyone who knew us knew how close we were. Anyone who might be here who knows us now, not that I expect to see any, likely won’t give a shit.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” In that way, it would be tricky falling back into that pattern of letting go when nervous or anxious. It’d been a skill she’d had to refine, hone, reinforce after losing John, to take care of herself in that way.

“If we’re not worried about it,” Darryl said, “you shouldn’t be.”

True. They both had a lot more to lose than she did. The worst that could happen with her would be that people talked about her. Which she didn’t care about. Her concern had always been more for John than herself. She’d never wanted anyone to think badly of him, that he was “abusing” her, when the exact opposite was the case.

Likewise, she never wanted to be the reason anyone spoke ill of either of these two men.

She loved them.

That slammed into her brain. Yes, she’d said it to them, and they’d said it back.

Somehow…the impact had escaped her until now.

Grant tipped her chin up and made her look him in the eye. “You’re doing it again. Where’d you go?”

She told him.

He pulled her close again, motioning for Darryl to step in, too. “Sweetheart,” Grant said, “we’re two adult men, capable of taking care of you and ourselves. Your job isn’t to worry about that. Let us do the worrying. Seriously. All you have to do is lean on us and follow our leads.”

“How can it be this easy?”

“Because we already paid our dues,” Darryl said. “We’re all grown up now, and it’s time doing all this adulting finally gives us a dividend. This is the payout. We get to be happy.”

She did her best to let her brain disengage as they headed downstairs.

Fortunately, it was open seating, and they shared a table with Corey, Marcy, and a guy Susie vaguely remembered from one or two classes, but she couldn’t really recall much about him.

As the evening wore on, she found herself relaxing, letting Grant and Darryl handle the weight of the conversation with others. She simply smiled and…

Relaxed.

Easier to do since Grant didn’t really make her wear the butt plug to dinner, although there had been a very playfully heated debate between the two men about it beforehand.

Which told her no, she wouldn’t wear it, but at that point they were just trying to make her smile and laugh.

Some things never changed.

So she’d joined in the fun, batting her eyes at Grant and promising him any number of filthy, dirty, sexy things to not have to wear the butt plug.

In some ways, so heartbreakingly like John it nearly took her breath away. Yet completely her Grant at the same time.

This will work. This has to work between us.

Because she knew to lose this kind of love twice in one life—three times if she counted Darryl, too—would absolutely kill her.





After dinner, they returned to the room and Susie refused to let her brain engage again. Grant had been right, there hadn’t been any problems, they’d had a great time, and no one seemed to notice anything “off.”

They spent the night tying her up, making her come, f*cking her brains out, until the three of them collapsed into an exhausted sleep.

And she had another blissful night of no dreams.

Susie didn’t feel any regrets as they packed up at the end of the weekend. At least she had the consolation that this wasn’t a good-bye to the men.

It was the best of beginnings. Of new starts.

Of a new life for her and for the men.

Darryl slipped his arms around her waist and nibbled on the back of her neck, sending pleasant shivers through her. “How you feeling?”

She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, a smile filling her soul. “Better than I dreamed possible. And sore in a lot of good ways for a change. It’s a nice feeling. I’ve missed the hell out of it.”