Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(36)

“See? Such a smart girl you are.”





Susie had to drive from their house, because they’d driven to the hotel in Grant’s car and Darryl needed his car for in the morning. Making sure they didn’t lose her, she led the way home, thrilled that, for a change, she wouldn’t be alone there.

Hell, she hadn’t even put up Christmas decorations the past couple of years.

I really am f*cking pitiful.

The men parked behind her in the driveway and she led the way inside. “I’ll get you extra keys,” she said. “The code is 6942.”

Darryl laughed. “Really? Sixty-nine forty-two? That can’t be a coincidence.”

She smiled. “It wasn’t. John liked sci-fi, too.”

With their stuff inside, and the door safely locked behind them, Grant arched an eyebrow at her.

She smiled, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her shirt off.

“Good girl.” He looked at Darryl. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just making sure.”

“We’re alone and child-free. I want to see naked asses.”

“Cuffs and collars?” she asked.

“Not if you don’t want to get them wet in the pool.” He started stripping. “I wasn’t kidding about that,” he said.

After she was naked she went to grab them towels and led the way to the lanai. As they stepped out, Darryl took a cautious look around. “What about over there?” he asked, pointing to the wooded land directly behind her property. The fence on either side of their yard was an eight-foot-high privacy fence, but in the back was only a four-foot chain-link fence.

“That’s wetland. No one lives there. We didn’t fence that off because we wanted to see the trees and stuff.”

“No one goes in there?”

“Nope. It’s usually flooded in the summer, anyway. And the Areca palms screen the pool itself. I’ve lived here over ten years and we’ve never had a problem.”

“Okay,” Darryl said. “If you say so.”

They spent the afternoon talking, playing, getting sexy, and talking some more. When it was time to grab showers before dinner, the men held her between them in the pool, nibbling on her neck.

“Who’s my good girl?” Grant asked.

“Me, Sir.” Her brain was such a puddle of goo at that moment, she’d agree if he asked who his three-footed Godzilla was.

“Love you,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Love you, too, Master,” she said, feeling it through the depths of her soul.

Darryl cleared his throat. She tipped her head back to find him smiling. “Love you, too.”

“Love you, baby.”

“If you slip and call him Sir,” Grant said, “I won’t beat him or you for it.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He let out a contented sigh before he leaned in and kissed her again. “Yeah, that. I will never get tired of hearing either one of you call me that.”





Chapter Twelve


Susie had learned, by necessity, to have nerves of steel.

Or, at least to fake it well enough to make it look like she did.

Especially when dealing with her in-laws. John used to tell her how proud he was of her for how she’d taken his advice to heart to never let them see her sweat, to always keep a smile on her face, and never flinch.

Never show weakness.

She wasn’t sure how well that advice would fly when it came to a twelve-year-old boy who was the son of her…

Well, boyfriend.

One of her boyfriends.

She arrived at Grant’s before Darryl returned with Kyle, much to her irritation. She would have preferred to have arrived later and not been seen there alone with Grant.

Twelve, just a few months shy of thirteen, was a damn smart age for some kids. It would suck if Kyle’s first impression of her was someone sneaking around with both men.

Even though that was, technically, the truth.

Grant laughed when he saw her face. “Calm down, sweetie. This will be fine.” She was helping him put the finishing touches on dinner and getting the table set.

“How do you explain me?” Reality was a lot more nerve-wracking than just talking about it.

“Honey, we already have. He’s heard some of the stories about us playing D and D and stuff in high school. He knows we still play D and D. So this won’t be a surprise to him. He knew we were going to our high school reunion. We met up with you and Corey there. It’s that simple.”

He pulled her in for a kiss. “Just try to relax.”

“I want him to like me.”

“He will. And even if he doesn’t, he’s a kid. He might hate you today and love you tomorrow. He’s a hormonal boy. Remember how we were?”

She draped her arms around his neck. “Why didn’t we hook up in high school?”

“Because we were stupid, hormonal boys terrified of losing a cute girl who actually liked us.” He smacked her ass with his hands, making her instantly wet.

Her lower lip caught under her teeth.

One eyebrow slid up. “Oops. Did I just tease you?”

“Yes, Sir. Dammit.”

He chuckled and kissed her one last time. “Sorry, baby. I’ll come over to your place later tonight.”