One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(35)

The men started stripping. Don ended up on the bed on his back with her sixty-nine over him, while Carl knelt behind her and slid his cock inside her ready *. She moaned around Don’s cock as Don latched his mouth onto her clit and once again started herding her toward her next orgasm.

It wasn’t any use trying to resist them. They knew her body better than she did.

Literally, apparently, from the way they’d picked up on this and she hadn’t.

Her brain downshifted into subspace mode as Don forced her to come again.

That spurred Carl on. He had his fingers dug into her hips and was f*cking her, hard and fast. “That’s it, baby. I felt you come for us. You suck his cock good and you’ll get another reward. One in this end, and one down that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

She ground her * against Don’s face, his cock twitching in response against her tongue. The dirtier they got with her like this, the better she liked it. In “vanilla” mode they were the two most considerate, caring, devoted men she could have ever asked for.

But like this, they were dirty Doms, and she loved it and them even more.

“Yeah, you know you’re just a little f*ck slut for us, don’t you?” Carl said. “You’re not happy unless you have at least one of our cocks somewhere inside your body. You can’t lie to us, baby. We know what our good girl needs and wants. She needs her Sirs cocks to keep her happy. Well, prepare to spend the next several months on your back or on your knees, because you’re going to be the most well-f*cked slave you ever saw.”

Slave.

Yeah, not just submissive, slave.

That was what she was for them, and she knew it. It’s all she wanted to be.

She let out a moan as Don got another orgasm out of her.

“Yeah, such a good slave for her Sirs. Going to get you used to wearing your butt plug all the time, too, so any time we want to use that sweet ass, all we have to do is slide our cocks into it.”

That moan was answered by Don moaning into her * as he was close to tipping over the edge now, too.

Carl picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her. “Such a sweet little slave you are, such a good girl for us, such a beautiful little—ah!” He plunged hard and deep, falling still with his cock deep inside her.

Don’s cock erupted in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed, finally only stopping when he reached down, grabbed her hair, and gently pulled her up and off him.

They fell together in a tangle on the bed.

When she could finally speak, she said, “I cannot believe you two drove up here for this.”

Carl rolled over and kissed her. “Well, if I was wrong, at least it meant we could spend a night with you. If I was right…well, I didn’t want to wait to see if I was right.” He laced fingers with her and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. “We love you, baby.” He brought their hands down to her tummy. “And we love our baby.”

“What if the test is wrong?”

Don sat up, snorting with laughter. “I doubt it. In fact, make sure to get an appointment with your doctor as soon as you can. And, obviously, stop taking your pill every day.” He laid his hand over theirs, his fingers curling around their hands. “We need to make sure we’re taking the best care of you and the little one as we can.”

“Is this going to mess us up?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Both men frowned. “Why would it?” Carl asked.

“Yeah,” Don said. “This makes it better.”

“I know Carl wanted kids, but the three of us never discussed it. I didn’t expect this. Not yet, anyway.”

Both men leaned in. “You do want this baby, don’t you?” Carl asked.

She nodded. “Yes! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just…in shock.”

“We’ll have to ask Essie and Brooke and Leigh for pointers about juggling this,” Don said.

“And Clarisse,” Carl added. “They have four.”

“Rob and Laura have a baby,” she pointed out.

“But they’re a couple, not a triad,” Don said. “Compared to us, they’re vanilla.”

“Oh.” She looked down to where all three of their hands were resting. “What if my parents freak out about this?” she asked. “Mike was such a f*cking * about the divorce, I think he had them convinced I was a freak.”

“Well, it’s their loss if they don’t want to be part of our baby’s life,” Don said. “We have countless adopted family we can call on. Essie’s mom loves babies. She’s always ready to be an adopted grandma.”

“And Chelbie’s parents,” Carl added.

“Kel’s mom,” Don said.

“Tilly,” both men said.

“Okay, I get it,” she said. “We’re not alone.”

The men kissed her, Don, then Carl. “Exactly,” Don said. “We’re not alone. You’re not alone. So what if some people don’t get it? It’s their problem, not ours.”

They ordered room service before settling in for the night. She hadn’t had a chance to eat dinner yet.

As she lay there, tightly snuggled between her men in the queen-sized bed, she tried not to worry about what her parents—or anyone else—might say.