“That was pretty, boy. Or should I say, slave?” Freddy put her mouth around his cock before he could answer, and he jerked forward just as Harper pushed him.

Before Dylan could breathe, a huge rush of ecstasy tore through him, and he cried out as he came down her throat.

Harper continued to pump furiously while Dylan’s orgasm owned him.

And then Harper jerked and swore and left a mess inside Dylan, one that started trickling out his ass and down his thigh as Harper thrust in and out again. No condom.

Dylan clenched harder and moaned, “Yes, inside me. Oh God.”

Harper grunted and finally withdrew. He left, only to return to join Freddy in front of Dylan. He had a rag and was cleaning his dick, that big, naked stalk of flesh still half-hard and pearling at the tip. Pushing Freddy to her hands and knees, he knelt behind her and donned a condom.

“She’s mine,” Harper growled, and with a slow, deliberate pace, he slid inside her. “Watch as I fuck her pussy. She’s all mine, boy.” He worked Freddy over while she touched herself, and Dylan watched them without blinking, thoroughly turned on as his lovers fucked while wearing those sexy getups. His own personal fantasy played out in front of him.

When Harper came again, Freddy came with him. Both cried out and shook, and Dylan wanted nothing more than to join them, hard once more.

They left to clean up and returned still in costume. They smiled and laughed with one another, but when they rejoined him, they no longer looked amused.

“You need discipline, boy, don’t you think?” Harper asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you need us to instill it, don’t you?” Freddy asked softly.

Not just anyone could make him feel this way. Even if he’d been sexually starved enough to consider letting someone else chain him up, he’d have balked at that “yes Sir, no Sir” crap. Dylan didn’t kowtow to anyone. At least, no one apart from Harper and Freddy. With these two, Dylan’s heart filled and stayed full.

“Yeah, I do. I need you. Both of you.” More than he could say.

Freddy must have seen what she needed to, because she nodded to Harper, and he released Dylan from his chains.

Then they led Dylan to the bed.

“Ah, don’t I get to clean up?” he asked, aware of Harper’s seed dripping down his legs. He should have felt alarmed or even messy, but instead he felt claimed. A sense of belonging to these two special people, at a confusing time in his life when nothing else seemed to make sense.

“No,” Harper and Freddy answered at the same time and nudged him toward the bed. He fell into it gratefully and waited for them to join him. Harper leaned over him, looked him over, then nodded. Freddy did the same. Then they crept into bed with him and started petting him.

To his surprise, his lids grew heavy, and the drain of the day took its toll. “I’m not a damn dog.”

Freddy laughed. “No, you’re not, are you? Though I wouldn’t mind you in a collar.”

Harper groaned. “Oh man. I was just starting to settle down. You’ve got me hard again. The doc in a collar. A dream come true.”

Dylan grinned and closed his eyes, comforted and at peace.

Some time later, he felt pure pleasure between his legs. A firm mouth sucked him deep, and he knew Harper sat between his legs and pleasured him. Freddy ran kisses over his face and settled on his mouth. And while Harper took him to new heights of desire, Freddy eased the lonely hollow in his chest, caressing and caring without words.

He moaned his climax and soon after drifted into sleep again, aware of warm bodies caging him once more.


Freddy sighed and stared down at the men she’d come to love, impossible as it was to believe. Harper was everything she’d once thought and more. Giving, caring, arousing. Watching him take Dylan had been an experience in pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful.

He held Dylan tight, as if, like her, he feared losing their doc, as she now thought of him. Dylan had seemed tense when he’d entered the room, as if the weight of the world sat on his shoulders. She knew he came from a tight-knit family, and that lately he’d been having some problems with them. But that was all he’d say, and like Harper, she understood some of what he must be going through.

When Brian had moved away years ago, she’d been devastated. He was her best friend, her confidant. And the one person who truly knew what emotional hell her father had put her through growing up. Their mother still, unfathomably, loved the judge. Why? Freddy and Brian couldn’t say. Oh, their father was handsome, but he was so cold. So bitter and domineering. An asshole of the first order, a man more in to himself and his social status than his family.

With Brian Senior, appearances always came first. No doubt he’d love Dylan and despise Harper. Dylan had class, money, looks and an academic mindset. Harper worked with his hands in a blue-collar world. No matter that he had a college degree and had risen swiftly through the ranks to become the city planner’s right-hand man. Or that he’d owned and sold his own construction companies not once, but twice, and made a tidy profit both times. All Brian Senior would see was what the public noted. And God forbid anyone realize Freddy loved two men.

She still couldn’t get over that. In love with Harper, she could see. She’d known him for a long time, and the sex between them put everything into perspective. He didn’t judge. He knew about her and liked what he knew. No, loved what he knew. With Dylan, however, she was taking a huge chance.

He was new to the world of the misunderstood. Although him being open about his bisexuality gave her high hopes, having more than one partner was still a big deal. Not many would accept it. Hell, could he accept it? She still worried that he considered her a plaything. With Harper he seemed to have started a real relationship. Although they all got on so well together, she knew tough times remained ahead. But how to deal with them when Dylan still hadn’t opened up about how he felt?

And why should he? The rational side of her mind cautioned that she and Harper had moved too fast, too soon. They barely knew Dylan. But they did know him. His wants and dreams, how he loved his family. He hated to lose at anything, so allowing them the ability to control him tonight had been a big deal.

The next step in hers and Harper’s courtship would be to introduce him to their families. But wasn’t that rushing it? For that matter, would Dylan ever show them off to his family? And what about the problems he was having with his mother? Would he tell her about them? Harper had mentioned Dylan was going through some stuff, but Dylan hadn’t said boo about it.

She sighed and stared at the bedside clock, wishing she could get to sleep.

It seemed as though her wish had come true just as Dylan shook her awake.

“Hmm?”

He kissed her, then kissed Harper. “I have to go. Family crap. But I’ll be back soon. I’ll call you.” He left before she could think to detain him.

She tried to dodge the hands reaching for her and instead was mashed against a strong chest. “Harper?” Oh man, morning breath. She closed her mouth.

“Don’t move,” Harper murmured in a drowsy voice. “Yeah, just spread wide.” He moved her completely on top of him and angled her over his thick cock, then pulled her down.

Dewy soft, she accepted him all the way in. The slow, steady coupling increased in pace as Harper rocked her hips over him. She sat up and looked down at deep, dark eyes filled with love.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Oh yeah. Just like that.” He continued to glide in and out as she moved, until she slammed herself over him, needing more. His thumb found her clit, and he rubbed her into an explosive orgasm, joining her soon after.

When she caught her breath again, it was to the realization that he’d come in her without a condom for the first time.

“Fuck. Your pussy is golden.” He groaned and shifted, and she still felt him thick and full inside her. “Oh damn. I’m sorry, baby. I came in you, didn’t I?”

She just stared at him. “You don’t sound sorry.”

His naughty grin warmed her. “I’m not. Not at all. I like being inside you without barriers.”

“Me too.”

“But I should have asked.” He paused. “Any chance I just made a little Harper?”

She swore he sounded hopeful. “Sorry, no. I’m on birth control.”

“Too bad. I’ll have to try harder next time. I know I can get through if I fuck you hard enough.”

She snickered and leaned over him, listening to his racing heart. The thought of having a baby with Harper or Dylan gave her warm fuzzies, another sign she knew she had it bad for both men. Then she said what he hadn’t. “He left us.”

“To go to his family.” Harper blew out a breath and stroked her hair. “Remember. He’s new to this. We have to take it slow.”

“I hate slow.”

“Slow sucks.”

“Sucks ass.”

He paused. “I wish you’d suck ass.”

She pulled one of his chest hairs and grinned at his wince. “Back at ya.” Except her joke had her flat on her back in no time. She shrieked. “I didn’t mean now, you Neanderthal.”

He laughed. “Well, you should have said so.” He pushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. “How about we get cleaned up and go back to my place? You can cook me something. I’m starving.”

“Men,” she grumbled, feeling better about life, even if it felt like Dylan had deserted them. “When will you people learn to cook for yourselves?”

They showered, cleaned up the place and left the dungeon behind. The weather had turned nice, and though cool, the sunny sky invited love and laughter. A sense that all things were possible if one believed it badly enough.

Freddy promised to cook Harper a great big breakfast of pancakes and bacon, leading the lamb back to the slaughter. Or rather, to her brother’s house to introduce him. The last time they’d been by to drop off decorations, Brian hadn’t been home. He’d be home this morning.

“Oh man. Freddy, you could have warned me.” Harper ran a hand through his sandy hair, and she liked that he looked like he needed a cut and hadn’t shaved. Harper wore mean like a shadow, even if he was a great big teddy bear. So it was no surprise that when she introduced him to Brian, Brian seemed skeptical.

“Seriously? You’re not one of the bouncers at the club, are you?” Brian stood in the doorway of his house and studied the two of them. “The last time she introduced me to her new ‘boyfriend’ he wasn’t real. Just a big dude that smiled a lot and tried to act like he could handle her. I’m still not sure if the Mohawk and piercings were real or just an affectation.”

“Jeff, right?” Harper shook his head. “Freddy. Really.”

“Well, Brian was riding my ass about having a boyfriend, and Jeff owed me money.”

Harper cringed. “That’s even worse. You had to pay him?”

“See what I mean? She’s cute but pathetic. Come on in,” Brian invited.

Freddy grinned. It was a sign Brian might actually like Harper—he’d let him inside.

While Harper bragged about the breakfast Freddy had promised him, Brian made subtle hints about her cooking for him too. Then somehow the two of them started talking about mutual acquaintances, and Freddy made a huge platter of pancakes, bacon and a pot of coffee.

Brian dug into his food with gusto. “The Warrens. Yeah, I know them. Derrick lives down the street. He’s a funny guy. Has a thing going on with the woman who sold me this house. I met Dylan once. Maybe. It’s hard to tell them apart, you know? The younger brother, Gage, is pretty decent too.”

As they made small talk, Freddy soaked up information about Dylan like a sponge, and she thought Harper was as well.

When the men had finished the last bite of pancakes, Brian leaned back and sighed. “That was amazing. Thanks, sis. So, Harper. Tell me, does Dylan know you two are planning to adopt him?”

Harper and Freddy froze.

“Brian, it’s not like that,” she tried, and her brother groaned.

“Oh man. You two have the dopiest expressions on your faces. All those questions about Dylan Warren. I’m not stupid. Now I have to deal with another weird ménage thing involving my little sister. Ew. Please. Shoot me now.”

Harper’s frown turned into a large grin. “You know, I like your brother.” He winked at her. “Too bad he’s not single. Or is he?” he put enough innuendo in is to have her brother reeling and sputtering.