[Siren Sensations: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois, M/M/F, with M/M elements, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Following Cali’s health scare, Sean and Max have played the double-Dom card and put their feet down. She will marry one of them so she’ll finally have good health insurance. They don’t care which one.
Except when Cali can’t choose between them, she leaves the decision in their hands. And because life is never boring with Sean and Max, they can’t do anything the easy way. Where’s the fun in that? Now the two crafty bastards have yet another trick up their troublemaking sleeves to keep their beloved wife on her toes.
So how long, exactly, can the men conceal the groom’s true identity from their bride?
When Max heard their bedroom door open, he quickly closed out the browser and shut the laptop lid, sitting it on the coffee table and heading for the kitchen. Baxter immediately stepped onto his laptop and settled there in catloaf energy-saving mode.
Sean emerged from the hallway, naked and still half asleep, his hair all wonky.
And still missing part of his right eyebrow, which was, fortunately, growing back.
His eyebrow having been another unfortunate casualty of their sparkler flogger experiment.
Max pulled him into his arms. “What are you doing awake so early, buddy?”
Sean snuggled against him, his head tucked under Max’s chin. “I woke up and saw what time it was and realized you were gone.”
Max nuzzled the top of Sean’s head. His guy was absolutely adorable in vulnerable moments like this. “Sorry. Wanted to do some stuff this morning.”
“Research.” He heard the bedroom door open again. “We’ll talk tonight after Cali goes to sleep,” he whispered.
That earned him a sleepy frowny face, but Sean knew better than to question him.
Cali emerged from the bedroom, wearing one of Sean’s T-shirts that fell past her ass—and the sling for her arm. “Please tell me there’s coffee.”
Sean immediately set about making her a mug while Max kissed her good-morning. “You don’t need to be up yet.”
“Well, I am. Going to bed early messes with my internal alarm clock. Plus you two weren’t in bed.”
Her meds made her sleepy and both men had been exhausted after a day spent out in the workshop catching up on packing orders, making more implements, and doing all the housework Cali wasn’t allowed to do right now after none of it had been done since last Monday, when all hell broke loose.
Except for scooping Baxter’s cat pan, of course.
As a result, they’d all been sound asleep by eight o’clock last night, which for them on a Saturday night was a miracle in and of itself.
Usually, that’s when their evening was just getting cranking, their Saturday nights frequently becoming really early Sunday mornings. Especially when they were volunteering at the club.
“Ah. Sorry, sweetheart.” He tried to avoid looking at her right hand, which was wrapped in a huge, gauze-covered contraption they’d dubbed the Frankenhand. She’d been discharged home Thursday, and had an appointment tomorrow morning for a follow-up with the surgeon, which Essie would take her to. Cali had a drain in her index finger, where they’d had to go in and flush out the infection, but it seemed to be healing now. She’d still be on medicine for a while, to make sure the infection didn’t return.
At least she was using the sling this morning like the doctor had ordered her to.
But seeing her wounded hand, it made his stomach roll, knowing how close they’d come to losing her. They’d never had a near-miss like that before, and it’d terrified not only him, but Sean, too.
She snuggled against him. “Why are you up so early?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I was researching something for work tomorrow. I didn’t mean for both of you to get up, too.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, although he hated bending the truth to her or Sean, even for a reason as good as this one.
“I thought I was the workaholic.” A yawn escaped her.
“You are, sweetheart. No one’s going to take your title away from you there.”
Sean handed her a mug of coffee. “Damn sure not me.” Sean waited to let go of the mug until he was sure she had it secure in her left hand. It wasn’t her dominant hand, and sometimes she fumbled and dropped things, being limited to the one hand for now. “I’ll go scoop Baxter’s pan.”
“Thank you, buddy,” Max said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Where is the nip fiend, anyway?”
Sean headed off to do it, leaving Max in the kitchen with Cali.
“You realize I can do things, right?”
He upshifted straight into Dom mode.
Do not pass GO, do not collect a damn cent.
“What did we tell you?” While phrased as a question, his tone definitely indicated it was more a declarative statement.
She looked like she was working on the start of a good pout. “I’m not allowed to do anything.”
“So what does that mean?”
“That Max is a meanie.” She sipped her coffee.
He snorted. “Sorry, babe, but neither of us are budging on this. You’re going to let your hand heal, and Essie is going to sit on your ass during the days while we’re at work. I hear from her you aren’t obeying the doctor’s orders or our rules, you’re going to see the bad side of me and Sean both.”
“I feel useless.”
He got it, why she felt that way—especially after what her ex did to her—but Cali didn’t seem to see the bigger picture. “If you try to do too much and either re-injure your hand, or the infection doesn’t heal right, you could lose your hand. Now, what makes more sense? Taking it easy for a few weeks, or going through life called Stumpy Junior?”
She snorted. “I’m not wearing the T-Rex outfit.”
One of the things he and Sean both loved and adored about Cali was her fiercely independent streak.
On the flip side, one of the things that irritated Sean and Max, in cases like this, was her fiercely independent streak.
Except they’d never had a case like this before. Not really.
And he’d damn sure make certain they never did again.
But that would require a chat alone with Sean.
And a whole lot of Dom ’tude from himself.
Sean returned with her meds and a glass of water for her, walking around to her side of the bed to hand them to her and wait while she finished so he could take the glass for her and set it on the nightstand.
At least his eyebrow was growing back, bless his heart.
Then Sean rounded the bed once more, ducked into the master bath for a brief moment, returned with a towel, lube, condom, and climbed in next to Max.
Oh, who the hell was she kidding? She’d be watching them and not reading her e-mail, because watching them was infinitely more fascinating than responding to yet another e-mail from someone who obviously didn’t bother to read their website, where their shipping charges and other commonly asked questions were already answered.
At six-two, Max was only an inch taller than Sean, but he was built lean and lanky, her more quiet, broody man, with dark blond hair and expressive brown eyes she’d seen run the gamut from soft and needy while in the depths of his submission, to hard and angry when he talked about the hell their ex, Lydia, had put him and especially Sean through, and everything in between.
Sean was naturally built a little stockier, not a gym rat, either one of them, and Sean’s dark brown hair showed a little grey around the temples. Combined with his blue eyes, Cali had seen many women—and more than a few men—look green with envy when they realized she and Max firmly held Sean’s heart and full attention. He was their talker, their sweet, lovable goofball, but she knew that was just a small fraction of who he really was. At the office he was all engineer, smart and sharp and good at what he did, a man who could unplug and play nearly as hard as he worked.
Max stretched out on top of Sean, Sean’s legs hooking around the backs of Max’s knees. They kissed, a sweet, slow, teasing burn she knew was Max gently dropping Sean fully into a bottom headspace.
She knew it because countless times she’d been on the receiving end of kisses just like that, and that was exactly the effect Max was going for.
Sean’s hands came to rest on Max’s ass, kneading his pale flesh, using the hold to rock his hips against Max. Max deepened their kiss, slanting his mouth over Sean’s, slowly devouring him a breath at a time.
Max paused their kiss. “Hands over your head.” His voice sounded deep and throaty and she knew if she could see a bit of space between them, she’d find his cock was as hard as Sean’s and both of them leaking pre-cum all over each other.
Sean softly moaned, but he released Max’s ass and complied. Max resumed kissing him and reached under Sean’s shoulders to grip and hold the other man by the wrists.
A sensuous ripple washed through her, raising gooseflesh along her skin as Sean moaned again. Need, pure and raw and building like a tropical system in the Gulf, filled Sean’s expression.
Gone, man. Those blue eyes were lost to Max’s hunger and Top energy right now. She knew Max could ask anything of Sean at that moment, and he’d do it without question.
She eased her right foot over to them and used her toes to caress the back of Max’s calf, where Sean’s foot pressed.
Max cast a sultry wink her way before refocusing on Sean. He rose up a little without releasing Sean’s wrists and nipped his way down the man’s throat, to his left nipple. Sean’s back arched when Max took that sensitive pink nub of flesh between his teeth and lightly tugged before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. Now Sean was actively trying to hump his hips against Max.
Every whimper and moan escaping Sean’s lips seemed to run straight to her clit, which was throbbing. Yeah, her hand still hurt, but dammit, she was missing sexytime with her men. When Max switched to Sean’s right nipple, Sean turned his head to look at her but she wasn’t even sure if he was really seeing her right then.
She couldn’t help it. She carefully leaned in for a kiss from him, loving how he desperately sucked on her tongue, her lips, looking for an outlet and temporarily helpless to Max’s control.
But she didn’t want to stifle them, either, knowing Max would hold back if he thought they were at risk of bumping her hand, so she ended their kiss and leaned against the headboard again, smiling as Sean made playfully pitiful fish lips at her.
Max lifted his head, saw it, and then smiled at her. “I think our boy has achieved subspace.”
“I think you’re right,” she said. “You’re not going to torture him this morning, are you? He worked his ass off yesterday. And he did clean the cat pan.”
“No, I’m not going to torture him. I’m too fucking horny.”
Max released Sean’s hands and sat up. “Hands stay there.”
Max made quick work of lubing Sean’s ass and rolling the condom down his own cock. He wiped his hands on the towel and then grabbed the tops of Sean’s thighs and hauled him a little farther down the bed.
Both men let out a sexy, needy groan as Max easily buried his cock inside Sean’s ass.
Reaching under Sean’s knees, Max hiked his legs up to his chest and then slid his hands under Sean’s shoulders again so he could grab his wrists once more.
With Sean now immobilized like a sexy pretzel, Max sucked Sean’s bottom lip. “Come if you can. If you can’t, I’ll jerk you off after I come.” He slanted his lips over Sean’s again, swallowing the other man’s moans.
She watched the way the muscles in Max’s ass and thighs bunched and flexed as he fucked Sean, mesmerized and now feeling really fucking horny.
Maybe I can ask them to get me off when they’re done.
She wouldn’t interrupt them, though. Not now. They were too fucking sexy to watch to derail their fun.
Max knew his guy’s body almost as well as he knew his own. He alternated slow, deep strokes with short, jabby ones, fast, pounding thrusts and lazy long-stroking, all designed to prolong his own pleasure and make Sean work even harder for his own. The only sound filling the room was flesh slapping, their heavy, ragged breaths, and sexy, low moans.
Now she wished she had chosen the other side of the bed, because at least then it would have been easy for her to sneak a hand between them and give Sean some relief.
Before life with these two men, she hadn’t realized sex could be so much damn fun or feel so mind-blowingly good.
Life without them wasn’t something she even wanted to contemplate. Not when they were still relatively young and had a lot of great years ahead of them.
Max lifted his mouth from Sean’s. “I’m getting close, buddy. You gonna give it to me like this?”
“Please fuck me harder and bite me. I’m so goddamned close.”
“You got it.” Max plowed him, cocking his head so he could bite the top of Sean’s right shoulder, below where his work shirts would cover it.
Sean’s eyes squeezed closed, his head tipping back and back arching. He cried out, which only made her clit throb harder.