One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(22)

It took Don and Carl coaxing Mel into a bondage scene to get her mind off her problems. They tied an intricate rope harness around her on some MMA mats on the floor, then used a Hitachi on her while lightly caning her to empty her head and fill her with orgasms.

By the time they were all ready to leave around midnight, Mel could barely remember her soon-to-be ex’s name, much less their earlier exchange.

Yes, she felt a little guilty that she got to have all the fun while Carl and Don didn’t get a damn thing out of it, but they assured her that they were perfectly content with the arrangement for now.

At least she slept well that night.

And, the next night, after dinner, she talked them into a little over-the-knee, barehanded spanking on the couch before they sent her to bed.

She’d admit to needing her vibrator to finally get to sleep after that, though. Too much spinning through her head about tomorrow’s hearing for her to relax.

But the orgasm tipped her over the edge and finally allowed her to sleep.

The next morning, the men were getting ready to go to work. “One of us can call in sick if you need us to go with you,” Don assured her. “Seriously.”

“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll have Ed. What am I paying him for if he’s not my attack dog?”

“True,” Carl said. “He can be pretty vicious, or so I’ve heard. Don’t let his harmless looks fool you.”

She’d dressed conservatively, in black slacks, a button-up blouse, a black blazer, and flats.

Hell, she looked like she was going to a funeral.

Then again, in a way that was exactly what this was, wasn’t it? The death of a marriage, being formalized?

Maybe, just maybe, had Mike pitched that level of hissy fit early on when she first left, she might have considered going back to him.

But not now, in the final moments when she was almost free of him and had a damn good idea of what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

After hugging the men good-bye, she got in her car and headed for Ed’s office.





Don turned to Carl. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That killer bees were a damn good idea, Brain?” Carl asked.

“No, Pinky. That maybe after she gets through today, we might finally be able to have a chance with her.”

Personally, Don had also wanted to wait for her divorce to go through, even before Carl had said it that day they showed her the house. He’d made the mistake—once—of getting involved with a woman in the middle of a divorce.

Not only had she ended up going back to her husband, he’d almost gotten beaten up for it.

He liked being able to look someone in the eye and honestly tell them no, he had not had sex with their wife. And Carl had agreed with him.

But Mike the tool proved Mel hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d talked about him and his apathy.

That he waited until the weekend before their final hearing to finally approach her showed how little he truly cared for anything or anyone but himself.

Maybe they could have been sleeping with her all this time, but Don wouldn’t regret waiting.

It would make it that much better if and when they did it.





Chapter Ten


Mel sat in her car after the hearing and stared at the papers. It was late Monday afternoon, and the hearing, which had gotten bumped until the afternoon, was over.

For all intents and purposes, she was single again.

All they needed was the final order, which the judge would be signing. She’d have it in a week or less.

The house would be sold, unless Mike could buy out her share of the equity. That would be handled through Ed’s office.

She took a deep breath and considered things. She thought she’d at least cry. Something.

Nothing.

She went home and found the men had already returned. Which was odd, because usually they worked later than this. She grabbed a beer from the kitchen on her way through but didn’t see the guys.

Instead, she headed for her room and dumped her stuff on the bed. In the several months she’d lived with Don and Carl, not only had she felt more at home, more loved, more cared about than she had in the last several years with Mike, but she’d felt at peace.

They’d never made her feel like she belonged anywhere but right there.

They were more than friends.

And exactly when they’d started being that in her heart, she didn’t know, but she realized she really wanted to get closer to them.

A lot closer.

Neither man had dated anyone else since she’d moved in.

Maybe her attraction to them wasn’t as one-sided as she’d first thought.

She grabbed a quick shower, including shaving her lady parts. Ever since the first night they’d played together, she always kept herself shaved if she thought she might play with them.

Just in case.

She hoped it might soon be for more than just orgasm play.

Mel pulled on a flirty little sundress she’d bought a couple of weeks ago and hadn’t worn yet. She thought about putting on panties under it and then thought, f*ck it. If she accidentally flashed the guys, who cared?

Maybe it’d interest them.

Or dump her ego even deeper into the shitter, but she’d risk it.

She headed out to the kitchen to get herself another beer. She was working on a good buzz, the first one she’d had…