Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(69)

She had to admit it was her new favorite thing, too.

Grant took his time loosening Darryl’s ass, looking down and smiling at her as he did. “Having fun, Mrs. Holman-Delaney? Or is it going to be Delaney-Holman?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm!”

His grin widened. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetheart.”

Finally, he had Darryl ready. Grant stripped off the glove, rolled on a condom, and lubed his stiff cock.

With Darryl slightly distracted as Grant started breaching his rim, she was able to hold back even more when Darryl fell still.

Until his loud moan around her clit pushed her close to the edge again.

Grant laughed. “Okay, my sweet slaves. You may both come.” He slowly f*cked Darryl, the whole bed shaking from the motion. Darryl and Susie were now locked into a back and forth of moaning and sucking and licking as Grant drove, taking his time, able to hold back since he’d already shot one load down Susie’s throat.

Susie was in heaven, deep in subspace and enjoying every second of this. As Grant picked up the pace, going deeper, harder, making Darryl moan even more, she felt Darryl’s cock grow hard, hot, right at the edge of coming.

Then she heard the unmistakable sound of Grant slapping Darryl’s ass, and that pushed him over the edge. Her moans echoed Darryl’s as he pumped streams of hot cum into her mouth. And his moans around her clit triggered her orgasm, making her moan even louder and drawing more moans from him.

“Stereo,” Grant joked. “I love it.” The bed shook harder, faster, and then she heard Grant let out a familiar satisfied groan of his own before he fell still.

As they lay there, waiting for Grant to move first, it hit Susie that this was her life.

Maybe something else shattering would happen at some point in the future, but for now, life was damned near perfect.

Grant pulled out and went to clean up while Darryl grabbed her arm and hauled her up to him.

He kissed her. “Good morning, missus.”

She smiled. “Good morning, mister.

Grant rejoined them. “You know I was teasing you, right?” Grant asked. “Your last name can be anything you want it to be. You can even keep Costello, if you want.”

She snuggled between them. “I want both names,” she said.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “What will people think?” He teased.

“I couldn’t give a shit. You decide what order.”

He looked to Darryl. “You decide,” Grant said.

Darryl smiled. “I like the sound of Susan Delaney-Holman,” he said. “Delaney first.” He leaned in and kissed Grant. “Because Master should always come first.”

“Well, he did this morning,” Susie joked.





They settled into “married” life together over the next weeks and months.

Susie was the first one up, as usual. She headed to the kitchen to get coffee started.

Unlike most mornings, Kyle wasn’t far behind her, opening his bedroom door when he heard her moving around in the kitchen.

But this morning was special.

“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed from the living room.

She couldn’t help grinning. Yes, she’d gone overboard.

Waaay overboard.

For not only Kyle, but for Darryl and Grant, too.

Kyle appeared in the kitchen, spotted her there, and nearly tackled her with a hug, making her laugh. “Thank you, Susie!”

She hugged him back. At the rate he was growing, he’d soon be taller than her. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

“Merry Christmas!” He let go and ran down the hall, where he pounded on their bedroom door. “Dad! Grant! Wake up!”

Okay, so it was Christmas Eve, not Christmas, but Chelsey would be picking him up that night and he’d be spending Christmas Day with her and her latest boyfriend.

Greg having dumped her when he discovered—through no fault of any of theirs—that she was cheating on him soon after Kyle had moved out. She’d screwed up her phone and asked him for his help fixing it, and he discovered the text messages there.

Then he’d promptly called Darryl and spilled everything he knew about Chelsey and what she’d done to him in revenge before Greg left her.

Living well truly is the best revenge.

They’d decorated the house, put up the tree together—even decorated outside.

It really felt like Christmas. A family Christmas.

She heard the bedroom door open and mumbled grumblings as her two men made their way down the hall. This holiday arrangement worked out better anyway. Darryl had to play tonight at the church, and would have to be there tomorrow, too, for the morning service.

When the men made it into the kitchen, they both kissed her as they headed for the coffeepot, which hadn’t quite yet given up a full mug’s worth.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Grant said.

“Merry Christmas, Master,” she softly replied.

While Kyle knew the status quo, they did their best never to call Grant that in front of him, although the occasional ‘Sir’ did slip out once in a while. And they never did anything kinky around Kyle, either. Other than cuddling on the couch, or a quick kiss, the most salacious thing Kyle ever saw was the three of them disappearing behind a closed bedroom door together.

Fortunately, the master bedroom was at the far end of the house from the other bedrooms, meaning less chance of him hearing anything.