Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(91)

“Thank you, pet,” he called out as he reached for his boxer shorts. They were more comfortable to wear when he was in pain. No elastic to rub and pinch.

“You’re welcome, Master,” she called back.

She’d even set his comfortable sneakers on a towel on the bedspread so he wouldn’t have to bend over to pick them up off the floor.

She thinks of everything.

Mason was sitting on the edge of the bed and struggling with his shoes when Cole walked in. Without a word, he knelt in front of Mason, gently pushed his hands away, and tied them for him.

Mason let out a sigh.

Cole sat back. “Ask for help, dammit.” He lowered his voice and hooked a thumb toward the door. “Call for her to do it for you. She’ll jump to it. Let her.”

“I don’t like being helpless.”

“You’re not helpless. You’re in pain. There are plenty of people out there with arthritis and stuff younger than you who can’t do it. Why the hell you think they make shoes with Velcro?” He grinned. “Maybe get some of those old man shoes like your dad wears.”

“You sound like a man who wants a spanking.”

Cole smiled as he stuck his tongue out at Mason. Then he stood and held out a hand to him.

Mason accepted it and stood, letting Cole pull him into his arms. “I love you both so much,” Mason said. “Thank you for standing by me.”

Cole stared down at him. “You’re my husband. I love you. ’Til death do us part, and all of that. I’d have married you even if all of this hadn’t happened. This just pushed up the timeframe. I know you’re not going anywhere, we know she’s damn sure not going anywhere, and I’m happy with our odd little family.”

“Is she really happy?” Mason asked.

“Yeah, she is. It took a lot of stress off of her by us getting married. She didn’t have to worry about trying to get past her issues so fast. It freed her to be able to just enjoy what we have and work through stuff at her own speed. I really think she’s better off this way.”

“How about you just ask me?” Kim said from the doorway.





Kim walked in and wrapped her arms around both men. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m happy with this.”

She held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers at Mason, especially her ring finger where the matching wedding band lay.

“This means more to me without the piece of paper than it would if we had it. It means you want to be with me. You’re not forced to be with me. At any time, you could take it from me and say, ‘Bye.’ And I know you’re not going to do that because that’s not who you are. Either of you. Stop worrying about me. I’m fine. If I’m not, I’ll tell you.”

Mason slipped one arm around her waist. “Mason to Kim time, not Master and pet. You aren’t upset I married him?”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Mase. How many other ways can I say it? I’m not upset. I’m happy.”

Yes, she got it. They were both conscientious men.

But it was annoying having to reassure them all the time that she was okay.

“I just want to make sure.”

“How about this? I promise you that if any time I feel neglected in this arrangement, I’ll speak up. Frankly, I never thought I’d ever find myself safewording for sex. It’s an interesting and not a bad problem to have.”

One or both of the men were horny nearly every night. She’d quickly learned they meant it when she could safeword if she wasn’t in the mood, and then they’d take care of each other.

Which was, honestly, hotter than f*ck to watch anyway.

Mason let go of Cole and stroked her hair with his other hand. “Mouthy pet.” His lips curled in a smirk.

“Yes, I am a very mouthy pet.” She leaned in and kissed him. “Very damn mouthy. So mouthy that I deserve to have a cock stuffed in my mouth when Master gets home tonight. Maybe two.”

“Challenge accepted,” Cole joked.

“I don’t feel left out, or like a third wheel,” she assured them both. “I actually feel a little guilty sometimes, because I feel like I’m kind of the center of the universe when I’m with you two. Yeah, I’m good with what we have, and I have no desire to change things up. I promise to speak up if I ever feel any differently. I love both of you, and I know you both love me and each other. If we had to stop all the BDSM stuff today for some reason, yeah, that would suck, but I still love both of you and know we’d still have each other. That’s all I care about.”

Mason hugged her. “All right, sweetheart. Sorry. Just making sure.”

She reached out and poked Cole. “Yes, I always thought one day you and I would be getting married. Frankly, that scared the shit out of me for all the reasons. My reasons, not yours. I get the best of both worlds now.”





Sunday evening was the monthly Suncoast Society munch. Of course they were going, because they’d missed enough during Mason’s stay in the hospital and subsequent recovery.

They ended up seated at a table with Seth and Leah, Tilly, Cris and Landry, and two new couples who looked borderline terrified.

Kim offered the woman seated closest to her a smile. “So how did you get interested in BDSM?” she asked.