Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
But that wasn’t the point.
For her cuffed wrists to reach the spreader bar, she was forced to hold her legs up in the air. And those legs were now trembling so badly, the bed was shaking. She was either getting tired from keeping them up or it was the result of her intense climaxes. Or it could be a combination of the two.
Either way, he was sure Ford was ready to move on, as neither wanted to come yet and Dylan was already teetering dangerously. He could only imagine Ford had been struggling with the same when standing in Dylan’s current spot.
Dylan already established his role as Dom tonight, so everything that happened would be up to him.
While he no longer minded bottoming for Ford, he still preferred to be “The Boss.” Surprisingly, that title had grown on him, though Erin still called him Sir during scenes, despite Dylan now technically being her boss, too.
“Imp.” It took a few tries before Dylan came up with a pet name he liked for Ford, but now that he found one, he used it often.
When Ford responded by lifting his head, Dylan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his glistening lips and Erin’s arousal clinging to his dark beard. He quickly slipped free from Erin’s mouth because seeing that amazing sight was almost his downfall. And that wouldn’t be such a stellar “boss move.”
“Switch, Boss?”
Dylan shook his head. “We’re going to change things up.”
“Should I remove the spreader?”
Dylan debated silently, trying to figure out the best position for what he planned next. He already knew what they were about to do would be his undoing. As it would be for Erin and Ford. He now knew their bodies and responses almost as well as his own.
Dylan rounded the bed and eyed up Ford’s bare ass. “No, leave it on our good girl, but arrange her face down, ass up, with her head at the top of the bed.”
The men exchanged glances for a moment before Ford quickly dropped his gaze and nodded. “Yes, Boss.”
“You’re such a good boy,” he whispered as Ford quickly arranged Erin to Dylan’s liking. “Show me her pretty pink pussy.”
Ford spread her wide, thumbing her clit while he did so. “She’s ready for your cock, Boss.”
“It’s an amazing sight, for sure. However, I’m not fucking her, you are.”
“And you will be…”
And there was why the nickname Imp fit him. He still liked to push Dylan to get a reaction.
“Not questioned,” Dylan reminded him. “Unless you want to be punished. And if I have to punish you, you won’t get to come in that pussy.”
Ford’s eyes flared at the warning.
“Get on your knees behind her. While you’re fucking her doggy style, I’ll be doing the same to you.”
That spark in his dark brown eyes turned into a full-blown bonfire.
“Make sure your knees are on that spreader bar, too.” That would surely be uncomfortable for him.
“Yes, Boss.” Ford got into place.
“Do not fuck her until I give you permission,” Dylan warned as he grabbed the bottle of lube off the electric warmer kept by the bed. He had spotted it when ordering more toys for the resort and figured they’d give it a try. They loved it, so he bought one for all of the guests’ rooms, cabins and the playrooms.
He lubed up his own cock as he headed back to the foot of the bed, carrying the bottle and a hand towel with him.
Erin certainly didn’t need any lube, but Ford sure would. “Spread yourself for me.”
Already on his knees, Ford pulled his ass cheeks apart and exposed himself.
So damn hot. How did he get so lucky that he ended up with a sexy man like Ford and an amazing woman like Erin? Especially after he thought he lost Erin forever when he left all those years ago. He’d never been so happy to be wrong.
His life might’ve taken a few wrong turns—Whose didn’t?—but all those turns formed a circle, leading him back where he would’ve been if he hadn’t left in the first place. Only, he had no doubt that life ended up a lot better than it would’ve if he hadn’t.
He wasn’t a fan of the saying, “Things happen for a reason,” but in this case it was true.
After lubing two fingers up generously, he worked them in and out of Ford, making him groan and tip his ass up even more.
Oh yes. Ford no longer minded bottoming for Dylan, either. It was proof they were willing to compromise for the right person.
Ford and Erin were his people. And he was theirs.
He was so damn happy and content, he sometimes worried that everything was too good to be true.
Stop it. Enjoy what you’ve built here. A very successful, profitable business and a very successful, loving relationship. Both of which he hoped would last forever.