STORY EXCERPT

“I need the name of the best family attorney in LA,” Tilly said. “Especially for custody issues.”

“What? What’s going on?”

“Long story.”

“Okay, seriously. You tell me what the hell is going on right now. You’re freaking me out.”

“Long story short, Cris’ cousin has a newborn baby and has had the crap beaten out of her. She’s on probation and the asshole’s in a gang.”

Leigh went silent. “Holy fuck. Where is she?”

“In my guest shower.”

“Oh, holy fuck, are you shitting me? Hold on.” Tilly heard Leigh yell for someone in the office. “You’ll want Dale Waters,” she said. “He’s a good friend of Clark’s. I’m guessing you want to talk to him this afternoon?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. Let me call Clark and get that ball rolling and I’ll call you back.”

“Thanks.” Tilly ended the call. She grabbed the filthy diaper bag, took it into the kitchen, and upended it onto the tile floor.

It was…gross. Like a thrift store reject.

And she didn’t want it or its contents on her counters or table.

There wasn’t much in there Tilly wanted to save, except three sealed cans of liquid formula that didn’t have to be refrigerated. Tucked into a side pocket, she found a zipper-top plastic bag holding the baby’s birth certificate, health records, and some other paperwork.

For where the father’s name was supposed to go, it said Unknown.

Tilly set the papers and formula on the counter.

The rest she threw away.

Including the diaper bag.

She went through the laundry basket and Sofia’s purse.

No drugs.

One small measure of relief. And from what she could see, Tilly hadn’t spotted any needle tracks on the woman’s arms. That didn’t mean Sofia wasn’t using, but it was a good sign.

Then she called Landry.

“Hello, love. How are you doing tod—”

“I need you on the first plane you can get to LA,” Tilly said, interrupting him. “Today. Right now.”

“What’s wrong? Is Cris all right?”

“Yeah, but I’m going to need your protection from Cris.” She gave him the quick summary.

He let out a weighty sigh. “Very well, love. I’ll see what I can get. Do you wish me to call him and tell him?”

“No, not yet. I’m going to wait to hear back from Leigh”—Tilly’s phone beeped with an incoming call—“and there she is. Get that flight booked and get moving. Let me know when you have flight info.” She hung up on him and answered Leigh’s call. “Yeah?”

“He can see you at six tonight,” Leigh said. “I’ll text you the address as soon as we’re done talking.”

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Hey, I love you, too. It’s what friends are for. Keep me posted. Do you need us to come over?”

Tilly heard the shower shut off in the bathroom. “Not yet. I’ll call you as I have more updates. Thanks.” She ended the call, her phone buzzing seconds later with a text message from Leigh with the name, phone number, and address of the attorney.

Okay, those two things were handled.

Next step…

She texted Cris’ business cell. How are the meetings going?

He texted her back. Almost done. Want to do dinner out tonight?

She took a deep breath. Change in plans. We’re not alone for dinner tonight, and we have an appointment at six in Pasadena.

She started counting. Her phone rang when she hit three.

“What kind of appointment? And who is joining us for dinner?”

Sofia stepped out of the bathroom in what looked to be a clean T-shirt and shorts, her hair wrapped in a towel. “It’s better I let you talk to someone else for a minute rather than explain it myself.”

Tilly walked over to Sofia and handed her the phone. “It’s Cris.” She then went into the living room and checked on the baby.

Still sound asleep, thankfully.

“Hey, Cris. It’s Fi.” There was a moment of silence Tilly knew was likely Cris processing who it was and what she’d said. After talking to him for a couple of minutes, Sofia was crying. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she handed the phone back to Tilly. “He wants to talk to you.”

Tilly took the phone back, took a deep breath, and answered. “Yo.”

“Listen to me, we need to call Lan and—”

“Done. He’s already booking a flight.”

“Okay. Well, we need to get the name of an att—”

“Done. That’s our six o’clock appointment. Is it better I come get you, or can someone take you to the attorney’s office?”

He went quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, it was in the voice of Cris the Master. “Redbird,” he said using Dom tone, “exactly how long has this been going on?”

It was only her rage at Sofia’s condition that kept Tilly from dropping into subspace. “Long enough that I’m already five steps ahead of you. You’ll get caught up when we get to the attorney,” she said. “We’re at the condo right now.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “We are going to have a talk tonight, Redbird,” he said.

“I’m sure we will,” she said. “And I’m going to invoke the right to hide behind Sir Fussypants when we do.”

He finally let out a chuckle. “Since when do you hide? Not fair.”

“Never said I was fair. And you give mean punishment spankings.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’m in the mood for a sandwich tonight,” Landry teased, smacking Tilly on the ass with his hand. “Someone is going to get double-stuffed.”

He wasn’t sure he had the physical or emotional energy to full-on scene with them tonight. But he did have enough energy to fuck Tilly’s beautiful brains out.

Pulling her into his arms, he headed for the bed while he nibbled on the side of her neck.

Then he switched to French, her Kryptonite. “Who is going to be a very good girl for us tonight?”

“Me, Sir.”

From her tone of voice, he could already tell she was dropping hard and fast.

Perfect. “Yes, you are.” He backed against the bed and sat, putting him at the perfect height to engulf her left nipple with his mouth.

Cris pulled her wrists behind her as Landry teased her, moving back and forth between her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples and pulling soft, needy moans from her. When he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, she tried to rock her hips against his finger as he slid it along her silky folds.

His own cock had fully hardened, aching and ready for a little action. He missed them when they weren’t home, and even having only one of them still wasn’t the same.

He knew Cris was kissing the nape of her neck and along her shoulders as he kept her wrists pinned behind her. She loved losing control to them, being helpless and restrained as they relentlessly pleasured her.

Landry reached up, grabbed her hair, and guided her down onto her knees. Behind her, Cris followed, still restraining her.

Cradling her head in his hands, Landry pulled her delicious mouth onto his cock. She eagerly sucked, her soft, happy moans a tantalizing vibration all the way through to his balls.

“That’s our good girl. You’ll get me nice and hard, and then get Sir’s cock nice and hard, and then we’ll fill you with those two cocks and fuck all the stress out of you.”

She whimpered but her mouth worked harder, faster, sucking more.

Before she accidentally made him come, he pulled her off his cock and motioned for Cris to move. Cris stood again, and they turned her around on her knees, Landry now in control of her wrists as Cris grabbed her head and slowly fucked her mouth.

“Such a beautiful girl you are,” Landry whispered in her ear. “My beautiful, cherished girl.”

One thing that was theirs alone, and he never did with her in front of Cris, was the Daddy/girl dynamic she sometimes needed. Something he’d accidentally stumbled upon in their early days together, and something and he never abused or pressed. When they were alone, and she needed it, she always let him know. Either by asking for it, or by her actions.

That was another reason he was fine with Cris and Tilly having certain things that were theirs alone. Just like he and Cris had a few things reserved for their alone time.

Mostly because Landry worried how Tilly might view them if she was privy to those times, when he would pull Cris hard and deep and brutally into subspace in what might appear to someone who didn’t know better to be a very cruel and cold-hearted way. To use him, hard, mercilessly, leaving Cris happily spent and sated afterward.

Cris finally pulled his cock from her mouth, having to hold her off to keep her from going after him again. Working together, they got her standing and up onto the bed. Landry stretched out on his back and pointed at his cock.

“I want you right here,” he said, pointing.

She eagerly impaled herself on him. Once his cock was buried all the way to the root in her hot, wet pussy, he grabbed her hair again and forced her to remain still.

Didn’t hurt that he kissed her, too.

Cris grabbed the lube and a condom and started prepping her for a nice, hard ass fucking.

She was trying to fuck Landry, but he reached his free arm around her and held her in place. “Build up a nice, hard orgasm for me, love,” he whispered. “Hold onto it. I shall let you come soon enough, but for now, I want that sweet pussy and ass to wait until they’re full of our cocks before you come.”

She whined, still trying to grind her clit against his body, but he didn’t loosen his grip on her.

Landry spread his legs, forcing hers wider apart so Cris would have more room as he moved into position behind her. Then he felt the delicious sensation of Cris’ cock breaching her ass, her loud moan as he slowly started making progress, and Landry found he was having a hard time holding back.

“Hold it, love,” Landry warned through gritted teeth. “Do not come yet.”

She was nearly mindless with need, now speaking French, too, as she begged for relief, for permission to come.

Once Cris had his cock fully buried in her ass, he pulled her body up against his, reached around her, and started playing with her clit. Landry reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, his fingers pinching her nipples. “Come for us, love. Come hard, now.”