Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(63)

She couldn’t fool Kenny. Her eyes had already taken on that sweet, spacey glaze he loved seeing her wear.

“Well, can I make a suggestion?” Kenny asked.

She nodded.

“How about we grab whatever you’ll need for the next day or so, and take it home with us, and then you can try out that punishment, just to see if you’d be okay with it or not?”

She nodded. “Maybe even without the paddle strokes?”

“Sure. That’s fair.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kenny smiled. “Such a good girl.”





Chapter Twenty-One


They didn’t actually play when they got home. They grabbed showers and snuggled on the couch and had to answer phone calls every five minutes, it felt like.

By the time Tilly arrived later that evening, driving a rental car and having come straight from Tampa International, Ross and the investigators had some answers.

Yes, there was a restraining order against Jack about Betsy. But what Ed had forgotten was that, when he’d originally filed it, he’d included the building’s property address where the apartment and club were as one of the specifically prohibited locales. Because they were a commercial property, and not technically a residential property, he’d been prepared to say she was storing her stuff there, had there been any questions asked.

Which, technically, had been the truth, in the beginning.

The men’s address had been protected, but no one had foreseen Jack making bail that close to the trial date.

He’d apparently gotten the paperwork from his attorney sometime on Friday about his trial, and had simply used it to start looking for her. He must have seen June arrive to pick Betsy up and followed them.

That was all conjecture, since all they had was Jack dead in the park at that point. The car traced to him at the park belonged to a former coworker of his who said Jack showed up with five hundred dollars and asked to rent the car for the week because he didn’t have a credit card and needed to get evidence to prove he was innocent.

Tilly left after reassuring herself Betsy was alive and well. She was heading for Scrye and June’s next, just to put eyes on her friend. Tomorrow, they would all come to Tilly’s for brunch, including Ross and Loren.

Tonight, they would cuddle in bed, kiss every inch of Betsy’s flesh, and give thanks for tiny little former gymnasts with anger issues and concealed carry permits.

At least, that had been Kenny’s plan.

It soon became apparent that Betsy had other plans. She rolled on top of him, getting him hard with her hand before slipping him inside her *.

She was wet.

Nolan crowded in close. “You sure you’re up for this, sweetie?” he asked, voicing what Kenny was feeling.

“Absolutely, Sir,” she said.

“Okey dokey,” Nolan said, leaning in to suck her right nipple into his mouth.

She gasped. “That’s not what I want, Sir,” she said.

Nolan’s head popped up like a meerkat. “Huh?”

“I want you both.”

Kenny and Nolan shared a quick glance before Kenny glanced at the bathroom door, and then back to him.

The coded message there being, “Go get a towel and stuff.”

Yes, they had already crossed this bridge early on. She enjoyed anal play, but usually they worked her up to it over an hour or so of playing with butt plugs and vibrator play.

Nolan quickly returned and jumped into bed. Kenny felt him kneeling behind her, and she fell still as he got to work lubing her ass.

She rested her head on Kenny’s chest. “I want my Sirs to f*ck me hard tonight,” she said.

Kenny reached up and brushed the hair from her face, holding it out of her eyes, searching her gaze with his. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “Life is too short,” she said. “No more wasting it.”

After a few minutes, she was rocking back and forth on Kenny’s cock in her * and Nolan’s fingers in her ass. “Ready for more, baby?” Nolan asked her.

“Yes, Sir.”

The sound of a condom pouch being ripped open was followed seconds later by Betsy falling still.

Then Kenny felt it as Nolan worked his cock up her ass. Once they were both deeply buried inside her, she started slowly f*cking herself on their cocks, leaving them to fill in.

And normally, like this, she liked a vibrator tossed into the mix to help her get over faster. Not tonight. Tonight, she was apparently determined to ride this one out au naturel, so to speak.

He reached up and played with her nipples. That was rewarded by her breath quickening, her pace growing faster as she f*cked them harder, deeper, until she was close. He could feel the tension ratcheting inside her body like a rubber band, close to snapping. When it finally did, she threw her head back and let out a cry that sounded somewhere between triumph and pleasure before the men started moving, f*cking her, catching up to finish with her, leaving them all breathless and weak and utterly satisfied.

As they all snuggled together, she closed her eyes. “Thank you, Sirs,” she whispered. “You both have always taken such good care of me. I love both of you.”

Kenny kissed her. “Love you, too, sweetie.”

Nolan did the same. “Love you, baby.”

The men shared a long, sweet kiss. “Love you, Sir,” Nolan teased. “You’re faaabulooouuus.”