She grinned. “Don’t look so stunned. Geez, why wouldn’t I like you two? You, Harper Reynolds, are one of the most popular guys at the club. Everyone wants to do you.”

“You’re so sweet,” he drawled, loving the way she flushed. Jesus, she wanted him too. He wanted to jump up and down with joy.

“I wanted you the minute I saw you. You’re sexy, handsome and a nice guy who’s not so nice in bed. I like you. You’re fun, and you’re not judgmental.” She swallowed hard. “I like sex with two men at the same time. I’ve had a steady relationship with more than one guy before. I’ve had sex with a woman. I’ve also done a lot of kinky things, and I want to do more.”

“Did I say I think I’m falling in love? No. I’m definitely in love.” He kissed her until they both panted for breath.

“Oh wow. I love when you get so hard for me.” She reached down and grabbed him through his jeans, and he hissed with pleasure. “But there’s so much more to how I feel about you than loving the killer sex. You found Dylan, and he’s a part of this. We fit. I can’t explain it. But I feel it. And it scares the shit out of me.”

He laughed. “Me too. Does that make me less of a man to admit that?”

She cupped his cheek, and a wave of tenderness filled him. “No. It makes you human.” She rubbed her hand over his chin. “My last boyfriend and I parted as friends. He bored me. The guys before him were too selfish, and we had problems making it work. Mike wanted Tim, but Tim wanted me. And then they both wanted me to choose one over the other all the time. It was crazy, and I couldn’t take it. So I ended that too.”

“My last girlfriend complained I was too pushy in bed. Apparently she only liked me to be rough with her girlfriend in the room, watching.”

“Oh, your own odd threesome.” She winked. “How adventurous.” And that was part of what he loved about Freddy. She accepted him, even encouraged him to share.

“Yeah. And the guys I palled around with after her were casual. I was horny, and they came through. But I always used a condom. Always.” He cleared his throat. “With you and Dylan, I just want to come inside you, bareback. I want that trust, all that pleasure. But I’m worried.”

“Why?”

“You and I are a lot alike. Dylan’s not. He’s more reserved.”

“I noticed that. He’s new to the lifestyle.” She frowned.

“I’m not sure he realizes it’s a lifestyle. He’s a pretty well-known doctor. What if this hurts his career? What if his family wigs out?” He frowned at her. “Will yours?”

She shrugged. “My dad is a jerk who wouldn’t accept me if I were the first female president. My mom and brother just want me to be happy. They met Mike and Tim. I admit my brother was shaken, but he didn’t make them feel unwelcome. And they know I work at a kinky club. They don’t care.”

“Nice. My parents are okay with it. I mean, the bi part of my life. I never thought about a permanent threesome. I know this seems sudden. But I just…know.”

She stared at him. “Really? I mean, I feel the same way. But will Dylan?”

“I hope to hell he does. Thing is, with our doc, we need to lead him gently. We can’t ask him, because he’ll think it to death. We have to lure him in and just keep him. So he has no choice.”

Her frown turned into a smile. “Slick. I like it. We seduce him, we love him. Then we keep him. Think we can do it?”

“Honey, between your pussy and my cock, how can we lose?”

She died laughing. “God, you’re hopeless. I was hoping you’d say something about my adorable eyes or loveable nature. That between the two of us and our strong wills, we’d have him eating out of the palms of our hands.”

“That works too. But Dylan’s a guy. Sex works wonders. Trust me.”

She kissed him again. “I do. But promise me we’ll take things slow. Dylan’s going to need to work up to our level.”

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m ready for forever right now, but our doc will need some gentling first.”

“That and a few orgasms. I think he needs to lose some of that control, don’t you?”

He grinned. “Now you’re talking.”


When Tony told Dylan where to go, he thought he’d been mistaken. Freddy wanted him to meet her in the dungeon downstairs? Admittedly curious, he jogged down the stairs, needing—no, desperate—to forget about his turbulent emotions and make love to his partners again.

Partners. With an S. He wondered how his family would feel if he showed up in the morning with both Harper and Freddy and announced that he planned to live the rest of his life as a prominent member in a threesome.

Then again, knowing his mother’s tolerance for any and all things different, she’d probably cheer him on with glowing pompoms while his brothers thanked him for giving them more fodder to fuck with him for the rest of his life.

He sighed. Not that he’d throw Harper and Freddy under the bus to get back at his mother, but the idea held appeal. It still bothered him that Barbara and James really did suit, which made his attitude about the whole matter even more wrong and juvenile.

He grimaced and knocked on the door.

“Enter.”

He felt better just hearing Freddy’s cheery voice. Opening the door, he entered a dimly lit room. Before he could get his bearings, he found himself hugged from behind, Harper’s scent enveloping him.

The click of the door closing and locking behind him sounded overloud in the otherwise silent room.

“You’re late,” Freddy said. But this Freddy wasn’t the same woman he’d fucked just yesterday. The petite bombshell had been replaced by a siren wearing black patent-leather, thigh-high boots, a corset exposing her pussy and breasts, and dark black makeup that gave her a goth-gone-sexy look. All of it gave him the hard-on from hell. Just like the one mashed against his ass.

“She’s Mistress tonight,” Harper murmured in his ear and nipped it. “And I’m Master, or Sir. Got it?”

“Oh shit. You two want to play.” Dylan started laughing, needing the relief the fantasy would give. “Why the hell not?”

Harper sighed. “Discipline is coming your way, boy.” He stripped Dylan out of his clothes while ordering him to keep his gaze fixed on Freddy—Mistress. And fixate he did. God, her tits were so firm—not large, but plump enough that he couldn’t wait to get his mouth over her rosy nipples. He wanted to cup her breasts and feast, to forget his troubles as he indulged in the sexy woman who wanted him. Because she did, and her lust and affection, no matter how light it might be, mattered.

They had so much in common. Despite his more conservative attire and her tattoos and piercing, they liked much of the same things. They hated country music, liked art and the theater, and especially liked watching Harper get off. He’d actually met her brother at the annual Halloween party thrown downtown, and he liked the guy.

Dylan didn’t mind her working at the club, because he believed her when she said she’d taken a chance on him and Harper. She really didn’t fuck around where she worked, and he could more than appreciate that. To say Harper had a thing for her was stating the obvious. But acknowledging he felt the same fascination—and, dare he say, affection—surprised him.

Harper finished stripping him naked with minimal fuss and turned Dylan around.

“Jesus.” Dylan stared at his lover’s chiseled perfection. Harper wore nothing but a pair of black leather chaps, exposing his flushed erection and that incredible set of abs.

Harper led him to a set of chains dangling from the ceiling in the corner of the room. On closer inspection, he saw chains on the floor as well. And his stiff dick grew even harder.

Harper reached around to grip him, and Dylan moaned and sagged against him.

“That’s good, boy. You’re hard. But you’re not there yet.” He dragged Dylan to the chains, and Dylan found it hard to breathe.

He, Harper and Freddy had talked about bondage, a kink he’d always wanted to try. They seemed to like it well enough. After a detailed and lengthy discussion with the pair, he’d assumed they’d one day experiment together. But to know this would be the night… His excitement made it hard to do anything but breathe.

Harper took advantage of his bemusement and proceeded to cuff him by the wrists and ankles while Freddy watched. Then Harper adjusted the slack, so that Dylan stood like a human X, his arms taut but not too tight.

“Move your hands and legs. Try to wiggle free,” Freddy ordered.

He did so and got slapped on the ass for it. “Shit.” He glared at Harper over his shoulder.

“You’re given an order, first you answer, ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘Yes, Sir’. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” Dylan clenched his ass, trying to ward off the sting, while at the same time embracing it. Oh hell, he liked it. He’d found his secret kink.

“Well?” Freddy frowned at him, and he wanted to kiss her. She was hot.

Another slap across his other buttock.

Fuck. “Yes, Mistress.” He pulled at the chains and found he couldn’t move. Damn if he wasn’t totally turned on. His feet were spread wide, his arms as well. He was helpless, at the mercy of two masters dressed in Dom gear. Man, he wanted to photograph this moment and never forget it. “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?”

“How about shrink?” Harper answered with a laugh.

“Dick.” He was loving this.

“I think our boy needs some instruction, Mistress.” Harper stroked his ass with a calloused hand. “I remember what you told us before, boy.” Harper turned to Freddy. “Perhaps the crop, Mistress?”

She nodded. “I agree.” She bent over to rummage in the chest at the foot of the bed, and Dylan groaned. She wasn’t wearing anything covering her ass, and he stared at her lovely cheeks, no doubt pushed back at him to taunt him.

“Ah, I found it.” She stood with what looked like a riding crop in her hand. Then she crossed to him and stroked the felt tip over his cock.

It felt like soft fingers trailing over his shaft, and he tried to increase the friction by arching into it.

She ran it over him, under him, and across his sac, and he swore as she flicked the soft fabric tip over his belly. God, he wanted to come. He needed it.

“I think our boy needs to be filled, Master Harper.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dylan agreed readily.

She lightly slapped the crop over his dick and he nearly spilled. “I was talking to your master.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said on a groan.

And then Harper was there, prodding his ass cheeks apart and slicking a good bit of lube over him. In him.

“Please, Harper. Master Harper,” he hurried to correct himself. “God, I need you.” You, not this. A slip of the tongue? No, just the truth.

Harper didn’t answer, but he did push something thick inside Dylan’s ass. He gripped Dylan’s waist and grunted as he continued to wedge a thick cock inside Dylan’s passage. At their angle, it was uncomfortable, and yet it felt amazing with Freddy watching and stroking Dylan’s dick with that crop.

He panted with desire as Harper filled him up and then started fucking him in earnest.

“He’s full. Needing to release, hmm, boy?” Freddy asked, her voice husky and her eyes bright with desire as she watched him.

“Yes, Mistress. God, I fucking need you,” he moaned and closed his eyes.

She smacked his cock and he swore. “Watch me, boy. Don’t close your eyes.”

Harper continued to pound into him, and then Freddy leaned closer and licked Dylan’s belly. He clamped down on Harper, unable to help himself.

Harper groaned. “Do that again.”

Not sure if Harper had spoken to Freddy or himself, Dylan answered, “Yes, Sir,” and clenched him again.

Freddy continued to lick, and she moved down. And down. Until her clever tongue slid over his cock and she took him inside her mouth.

“Please, Mistress. Fuck, I’m going to come. Oh yeah.” He swore if she hadn’t ordered him to watch her, his eyes would have rolled up into his head. He tugged on the chains at his wrists and ankles, but he couldn’t move, and that powerlessness aroused him unbearably.

He was at their mercy. Their hungry, carnal mercy.

She pulled away from him and nuzzled his groin, rubbing her cheek against him. “Shall I suck you some more, boy? Shall I let you come down my throat?”

Harper’s hands gripped his waist hard enough to bruise, and he stopped thrusting. “Answer her.”

“Yes, Mistress. Yes, Sir. Let me come, please.”