Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(43)

And it wasn’t like he didn’t talk to them at least once a week on the phone.

He plugged his phone into his car’s sound system and cranked up the driving playlist he’d put together for today. Songs guaranteed to get him a speeding ticket if he wasn’t careful.

It didn’t take long for his thoughts to drift to Kim and Cole. What they had…he didn’t know if it’d last, but he was damn sure hoping it would. It was the best of both worlds for all three of them.

He’d even found himself politely rebuffing requests over FetLife to play with others now that word had spread locally that he was back. He thought about the relationship statuses all three of them had on the site.

I need to tweak my About Me section. This wasn’t a “problem” he’d ever had before. Even with other partners in the past, there was never an issue with him picking up play or play partners, within certain boundaries.

He didn’t want to now. He’d keyed into Kim’s energy and wanted to keep following it wherever it led him. She both challenged him as a Dominant and she eased his mind. She took what he dished out and asked for more, even though he’d left the direction loose and hazy in terms of eventual goals.

He didn’t have any. He wanted to keep this going, whatever this was. He loved watching her face as she discovered things about herself that she didn’t know, and it made him hard as granite when he looked over and saw the smile on Cole’s face while they played.

And now that sex with Cole was on the table, too, he enjoyed the hell out of the way the man responded after play was over and more fun began.

He could tell it revved Cole’s motor, watching them together.

Settling into his seat, the music fading into background noise, Mason lost himself in thoughts and memories of their play. Planning what new diabolical things to toss at Kim next.

The feel of Cole’s fingers trailing down Mason’s ass and resting on the back of his thigh as he’d leaned over and f*cked Kim’s ass that first time.

The breathy, needy sound of Cole whispering in his ear that first night two weeks ago when the universe shifted, righted on its axis, and perfection entered Mason’s life.

Fuck her good. I love watching your ass like that.

The memory of Cole leaning over while Mason was balls-deep in her * and Cole had just filled her ass and kissing him as she lay spent between them.

Yeah, he’d be rubbing one—or more—out when he got home that night. He’d be getting home too late to bother Cole or Kim on his way home.

He’d been with a couple of women before he finally came to terms with the fact that he was gay and preferred being with guys. While topping a woman got him hard and horny because of the sadistic aspect of it turning his crank, he’d never realistically thought, regardless of what he’d told Cole and Kim that second night they’d talked, that being with a woman like this again was in his future.

Ever.

But it wasn’t just with a woman, was it? It was more like a package deal. Kim and Cole, Cole and Kim. He wouldn’t get one without the other.

Surprised him to realize he didn’t want to, either. It was perfect this way.

Whether it was her going down on him while Cole f*cked her, or the two of them f*cking her together, or him f*cking her while he watched her deep-throating Cole—or any other permutation in between—it was perfect.

The night he’d put Cole on the bed and f*cked him while Cole and Kim sixty-nined.

And vice-versa, himself in the middle and the hoarse, throaty sound of Cole ordering her to suck every last drop out of Mason’s balls even as Cole exploded and filled Mason’s ass.

God, had it only been two weeks since that night the world changed?

It felt like the three of them had been together forever, a forever in the good way.

The road stretched out ahead of him, and he looked forward to the journey.





Kim lay facedown on the bed, arms clipped behind her at the leather wrist cuffs, ankles also cuffed and clipped as well as being bent back and clipped to her wrists.

Firmly seated deep in her ass was the biggest butt plug Mason had worked into her to date.

And in her * was the vibrating egg, which Cole was currently experimenting with the settings, not high enough to get her off, but changed often enough to make her moan around his cock, which was filling her mouth.

In one hand he held the remote. The other he had tangled in her hair, using it to direct her motions, including working with her on deep-throating him and holding it longer each time.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, the giggle implied in his tone. It wasn’t the same as with Mason, but it was just as good in its own way. He was enjoying this, meaning she’d enjoy it as well, even if she wouldn’t drop into subspace the way she did when Mason had control of her.

The TV was on but Cole apparently wasn’t paying attention to it. He lay propped up on pillows against the headboard, legs spread wide, knees bent, while she lay between them.

They’d been doing this for at least an hour so far, and he hadn’t let her make him come, and he hadn’t let her come yet, either. Her jaw ached, and fortunately he’d put a towel under them to keep from making a huge wet spot on the bed with her drool, but she wouldn’t safeword for this.

She was enjoying it too damned much.

“Your Sir is going to be so proud of you when I tell him how long you did this,” Cole said, his grip shifting on her head a little. “Especially with that big butt plug in your ass. He showed me the next one he wants to train you to take. It’s almost as big as our cocks. He said he can’t wait until the day he gets you trained to the point where he can send you to work wearing it all day.”