Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(54)

Cole’s grin lit Mason’s heart afire. He handed the paddle over to Cole, who smacked her hard on the outsides of both her thighs, making her squeal before another series of deep, rolling moans escaped her.

Yep. Subspace achieved, and their masochistic pet’s path to needing pain mixed with her orgasms had reached a new level.

“Such a good girl,” Mason said. “Such a good pet for us. You make us so proud.”

Her moans were almost continuous now, and Mason knew her orgasms around Cole’s cock would soon send his lover over the edge. As Cole’s strokes grew faster, harder, shorter, he dropped the paddle and took a couple of last thrusts before he buried his cock deep inside her, his own groans echoing hers.

Mason quit holding back and exploded, Kim’s nose pressed against his belly as he shot his load deep down her throat. He felt her muscles as she swallowed, struggling to keep up. Waiting, he eased back just before he thought she might start gagging and made her stay there. Crooking a finger at Cole to lean in, he kissed the man, twining his fingers through Cole’s hair as he kissed him.

This was perfection. Absolute perfection.

He patted her head. “Stay right there. You don’t have to suck, but you have to hold my cock in your mouth. Get comfy.”

Cole pulled out and settled on the floor next to her, leaning against the couch, his head resting against Mason’s thigh. Mason kissed the top of his head. “Finger her and see if you can’t torment her into another one or two.”

He grinned up at Mason. “Don’t want to torture her with the Hitachi?”

“Not tonight. Oh, shh.” He lifted a finger to his lips as he picked up his work phone.

Another reason he’d been able to hold back. He’d had one ear on the conference bridge, listening in. He took the phone off mute, made a comment to the vendor techs in response to one of their questions, then put it back on mute.

He grinned at Cole, who was now fingering Kim’s *. “Make sure when you’re done you make her lick your fingers clean.”

“Of course.”

Mason stroked Cole’s hair and leaned back against the couch, his work phone in his other hand.

Talk about multitasking.

It was nearly one o’clock in the morning by the time they headed for bed. Mason had finished his first round of reports, the conference bridge call was over, and Cole had finger-f*cked another couple of orgasms out of their pet.

They started to climb into bed when Mason had an idea. “Cole, you on the far left side over there.”

The man climbed in.

Mason climbed in next to him, but lying at an angle, so he could use Cole’s body as a pillow. Then he patted the bed next to his left side for Kim to cuddle sort of between them, curled up the way she liked to be. She draped an arm around Cole while nestling her ass against Mason’s body.

“Yeah,” Mason said. “That’s perfect.”





Cole lay there awake long after Mason and Kim had both gone to sleep. In the dim light, he stared down at them and couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

He got the girl…and the guy. A twofer.

Hot damn.

No, he absolutely wasn’t jealous of Mason and what he had with Kim, because he understood. There were things about her, things she needed. Things he wasn’t able to do for her. Just like there were things Mason needed that Cole couldn’t give him, either. They could give each other that, complement each other, fill in the missing pieces.

When Cole wanted to check out and just be for a little bit, Mason could take over, to give or receive that rough and tumble f*cking Cole couldn’t bring himself to do with Kim. Not without fear, at least. Kim filled needs within him, too. And when Kim wanted cuddles and loving and the warm and fuzzy side of things, she came to him for that.

There were no losers in this arrangement.

Sure, he could be a dick about it, but why the hell should he? Wasn’t like being in love with Mason was a hardship. Maybe if he was a completely straight guy without any attraction to another man, it might be a different story.

This felt right. It felt good. And over the past several weeks, he’d seen Kim’s internal fears and lack of confidence beginning to slough off like old, dead skin, revealing a new woman.

If that was yet another side-effect of all of this? Great, he’d take it. She was now talking about the future. Not just including him, but including Mason.

He could choose to resent it or embrace it, and embracing it felt a hell of a lot better to him.

He was about to close his eyes and go to sleep when he thought he caught sight of a shadow moving outside, cast against the blinds from the security lights in the complex. But when he looked again, he didn’t see anything.

And it certainly wasn’t worth disturbing the other two for an owl or something that probably flew across the field of light outside, or maybe even a figment of his imagination.

With the sound of their breathing to lull him, Cole closed his eyes and settled into sleep.





Chapter Twenty-One


By Saturday afternoon, Mason was finally feeling pretty confident that he’d be able to go to dinner and the club with everyone else. Their hardware vendor had apparently tracked down and remedied the firmware issue. Knock on wood, their systems were all green and showing no issues.

About. Fucking. Time.