One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(33)

Don’s head poked out of the bathroom. “What?”

“We do the shopping, do we not?”

“Uh, yeah, usually. Why?”

“Look under the counter in there.”

He disappeared and came back with a box, tipping it so Carl could see.

It was almost full.

In fact, it had been almost full for at least two months, the best that Carl could remember. He kept his spare razor blades and shaving cream under that counter and saw that box every time he opened the cabinet door.

He threw the sheet back. “Call us in sick to work.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.” He headed toward the bedroom door to go get his shower in the other bathroom. “Right now. In fact, tell them we’re going to be out for two days.”

“Why?”

“Tell them it’s a family emergency.”

“Because she ate some bad sushi?”

But Carl didn’t stop to answer him.





Don glanced at the drugstore shopping bag on the backseat. “You realize that you’re crazy, right?”

They were less than an hour south of Atlanta, and stuck in afternoon rush hour traffic. They couldn’t take the bypass loop because of where Mel’s hotel was located, and they didn’t want to get lost on local streets.

“Hey, I see you sitting in the passenger seat with the same look of hope on your face that I’m wearing.”

“She’s going to kill us if we’re wrong.” Don said. “Correction, if you’re wrong. This was your crazy idea and I won’t hesitate to throw you under the bus.”

“You won’t think I’m so crazy if I’m right.”

It was nearly seven by the time they finally made it to her hotel. After a text to her to find out where she was and not telling her they were now seated in the hotel’s lobby, they waited.

It was a little after eight when she finally arrived and pulled up short, a look of shock on her face when she saw them sitting there. “Um, what the hell? What are you guys doing here?”

Carl grinned, hooked a finger inside the front neckline of her shirt, and gently tugged for her to step close. “Settle, girl,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened and the tip of her tongue nervously flicked out, licking her lips.

Don wanted to put her in her knees in front of them right there and knew that wasn’t a good idea.

Carl reached up with his other hand and gently laid a finger over her lips. “You’re going to take us upstairs to your room, right now,” he quietly said. “No talking.”

She nodded. Don suspected she wanted to say, “Yes, Sir,” but she was a good girl.

She was their good girl.

Don shouldered the overnight bag, which held a change of clothes for both of them, and their purchase, as well as a couple of other things they thought they’d need. Once they were up in the hotel room, Carl didn’t let her come up. With the door shut and locked behind them, Carl cupped the nape of her neck and kissed her, working his magic on her as Don took her laptop bag from her and put it on the desk with their stuff. He dug the small box out of their bag and took it into the bathroom while Carl fisted her ponytail and put her on her knees in front of him.

“Greeting, girl,” Carl ordered, letting go of her hair.

She pressed her face against the front of his jeans, nuzzling, her entire body relaxing as she did.

Don stepped in behind her and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back so he could stare down into her eyes. “No talking,” he ordered. “Not until we say so. Understand?”

She nodded as best she could while looking up at him with his fist in her hair.

They got her on her feet and quickly stripped her, one of them always holding onto her hair, even as they pulled her shirt off of her, Don handing her off to Carl, until she was naked before them.

Don went and grabbed the blindfold from their bag and buckled it around her face. Then he buckled her leather cuffs around her wrists, using a snap clip to fasten them together behind her back. This had been Carl’s idea, too.

“Do you need to use the bathroom, girl?” Carl asked.

She nodded.

They guided her into the bathroom. Before letting her sit, Don pulled on gloves and got the test kit ready. He was torn between being horny as f*ck that their girl was so readily following their orders without hesitation, and hopeful that his friend might be right.

He refused to get vested in the idea yet, though.

Carl backed her into position, but nudged her feet wider apart, standing to the side as he helped her sit. “Hold it until I tell you to, girl,” he sternly ordered.

Sure, they’d teased her with threats of full-on control, of every aspect of her life, but that she trusted them this much to not even safeword and stop them and ask what the f*ck filled him with pride and love.

They’d obviously earned her trust.

When Don was ready with the tester stick, he nodded.

“Okay, you can go.”

Thankful for the gloves, he managed to hold it in the stream for the required amount of time. Then he snapped the cap onto it, set it on the counter, and pulled the gloves off while Carl started the timer on his phone.

Don washed his hands and stood back, staring, waiting.

When she’d finished, Carl unzipped his jeans and shoved them and his briefs down, pulling her mouth onto his cock.