Текст книги "Chains"

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Chapter Twelve

Rebecca had several more shows to vend at over the next couple of months. The three of them spent as much time together as they could, sometimes the men driving or flying out to see her, or meeting somewhere halfway, so they could have a few days here and there.

Then she had a three-month break. There’d been a show she’d originally planned to vend at, but she’d managed to make the cancellation deadline to get a refund of her money, meaning she could, in good conscience, settle down for a little while with the men.

She rolled into their yard Tuesday morning around five, and feeling close to collapse. She didn’t even unhook the Toad, just grabbed Chewi and headed inside, used the bathroom, and snuggled in bed between her guys.

Toby rolled over and kissed her. “Morning, gorgeous.”

From the foot of the bed, Chewi sneezed at them.

“Not you, buddy,” Logan sleepily said, rolling over to sling an arm around her waist. “I’d molest you now, but I know you’re exhausted and we have to get up for work shortly.”

“I’m assuming you’re talking to me and not Chewi,” she teased.

Logan nibbled the back of her neck. “Duh.”

“Oh,” Toby said. “We were going to the coffee time at Perkins tonight. Everyone’s missed you and been asking about you. Might be able to sell some goodies.”

Part of her wanted to say no, to hog her men.

But she had missed her friends.

“Tilly and Loren will be there, too,” Logan said.

“Okay, you talked me into it.”

She fell asleep and didn’t even wake up when they got up to get ready for work. She texted them after lunchtime, once she’d woken up, got some coffee in her, and unloaded the Toad from the dolly. The plan was they would try to come pick her up as long as they didn’t get hung up at work and stuck in traffic. Otherwise, she’d meet them there.

The estate sale had cleared out the majority of the stuff at her uncle’s house. Now she was left with the tractor and trailer, the truck, and less than half of one of the storage sheds filled with odds and ends.

She was trying out different ideas for the house, on paper and on a computer program she’d bought, 3-D modeling software that allowed her to move stuff around in the house based on the dimensions she’d inputted.

It was no longer a matter of if she made this her home, but when.

The men finished at work in time to come pick Rebecca up. The three of them drove out to the Perkins where the coffee time would be held. They weren’t the first ones there, fortunately. They recognized several people already milling around in the back room area.

As they sat there talking, and more people joined them, out of the corner of her eye Rebecca spotted a familiar face walk into the room and home in on her like a beacon.

Staring at her, Sam took a seat at a table across the room where she couldn’t help but see him.

The men started to get up but she stayed them. “No. I got this.”

Smiling, she stood, walked over to the table, and sat down across from him without saying a word.

The room fell silent as everyone realized what was going on.

Eventually, Sam straightened and spoke up. “What?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You were staring at me. I thought you wanted something.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Good. Then you’ll get out of here.”

“I have a right to be here.”

As one body, everyone else got up, walked over to stand behind Rebecca, and stared at Sam, most of them with angry glares on their faces.

“Sure, you do,” Rebecca said. “But you might want to ask everyone here if they want you here.” She looked up and back. “Do you, guys?”

“No.”

Sam leaned back, retreating from the force of the unified response.

Loren, standing next to Rebecca, spoke up. “I’m the host of the group tonight, and I say I don’t want you here, either. Would you like to try for a banning by the restaurant?”

Rebecca leaned in, dropping her voice. “Here’s what I know, asshole. You haven’t been able to get over the fact that I left you, even ten-plus years after the fact. People have told me you’ve had a string of disastrous relationships that never lasted more than a few months each after I left your sorry, abusive ass. So guess what? You don’t deserve anything other than a minor footnote in my personal history. If you don’t have anything further to say to me, I suggest you leave now, with what little is left of your dignity, because no one here tonight will say a damn word to you.”

“Bitch.”

She smiled. “That’s Ms. Bitch to you, asshole.” And with that she slowly stood, flipping him a bird before she turned and headed back to her original seat.

Before she turned to sit, she leaned in toward Toby. “Did he leave?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Yep.”

“Whew.”

Tilly walked over, looking smug. “Ah, I see the backbone implant has taken just fine. I’m proud of you, girl.”

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t look good in prison orange.” She stepped in to hug Tilly.

“He’s not worth prison orange. Honestly, sweetie, had you said something sooner, he would have gotten booted sooner. Derrick and Kel don’t put up with shit like that at their club.”

“I didn’t know he was going there until that night I ran into him.”

“I’d seen him a couple of times before, and heard about his bullshit, but never realized who he was in relation to you. He was always alone when he came in.”

“Figures.”

“Wait’ll we tell Eliza,” Logan said. “She’ll be happy.”

“She’ll be pissed off she wasn’t here to witness it,” Rebecca said. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.”

“Too late,” Gilo said. “I got it on video with my phone, just in case he tried something. I’ve already sent the clip to Eliza.”

“You wh—” She was interrupted by her phone ringing.

Eliza.

“You go, girl!” her bestie screamed over the line when Rebecca answered the call. “Good on ya!”

Those standing close enough to hear Eliza’s voice booming from the phone started laughing.

Rebecca stepped across the room away from the others. “Tone it back a few decibels, please. I need my hearing.”

“No, seriously. That was awesome. I’m so proud of you!”

“Did I pass, sensei?”

“You are an amazing grasshopper! You passed with all the epic win there is.”

Rebecca was still talking with her when she turned and noticed an identical, strange look on her men’s faces. When she followed their gaze, she saw them watching a woman who’d just entered, hugged a guy who’d walked in ahead of her, and then they’d taken a booth on the other side of the room.

It didn’t look like the woman had noticed them.

She quickly did the mental math. “Eliza, I need to run. I’ll call you back later.” She ended the call and walked toward her guys, but Tilly intercepted her on the way, hooking elbows with her and swinging her around and back to some privacy.

“Heads-up,” Tilly said. “We have another bogey at eleven o’clock.”

Rebecca swiveled her head, trying to look. “Is that Julie?”

“Let’s play nice.”

“I just ran Sam off.”

Tilly nodded. “And that was nice.”

She pulled loose of Tilly and made a beeline toward the booth, vaguely aware of her men scrambling to get up and make it over to her first.

“If you’re going to get in trouble,” Tilly called out, “at least do me proud in the process.”

Rebecca pasted a syrupy smile on her face as she walked over to the booth. “Hi, Julie?” Rebecca stuck a hand out to shake with her.

Julie frowned. “Um, yeah?” She briefly shook with Rebecca.

Rebecca kept her tone light, conversational. “Yeah, listen, see, we have a little problem. You fucked my guys over royally. Is this the douchenozzle you cheated on them with?”

Logan and Toby rushed up behind her, but Rebecca leaned in, her hands on the table as she dropped her voice. “Based on the look of shock on your guy’s face, I’m gonna guess that’s a no.” She smiled at the man. “Hi, Rebecca. Listen, see, she screwed my guys over and ripped money out of their bank account that wasn’t hers to take. Oh, and she cheated on them. And they’re pretty fucking hot guys, too, as you can see. So…you might want to guard your ATM card and keep an eye on her social media traffic. Just sayin’.”

The guy stared at Julie. “You said it was your money.”

Julie looked like she’d expected anything but this. “Of course it was—”

Toby’s cough sounded suspiciously like, “Bullshit!”

“I mean, seriously,” Rebecca said, stepping back and indicating her men. “These two are hot. And great in bed. If she’d fuck them over, why do you think you stand a long-term chance with her? Oh, unless you’ve got money, that is.”

He looked at Rebecca, looked at Toby and Logan, looked across the table at where Julie now sat wide-eyed and gape-jawed, then stood and left.

Tilly walked up. Rebecca held up her hand, and Tilly high-fived her.

Loren also joined them, arms crossed over her chest and shaking her head at Julie. “Okay, I’m not even going to be half as polite to you as I was to Sam. Get the fuck out of here. I’ve heard too many stories about you and your sugar daddies to even stand the sight of you. How many guys have you fucked over who didn’t report you to the police for fear of you bringing abuse or assault charges against them?”

Now red-faced, and with the room silent and glaring at Julie, she grabbed her purse and stormed out.

Tilly high-fived Rebecca again.

Loren turned on Tilly and pointed a finger at her. “You are a bad influence.”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“You can’t go siccing her on people.”

“Why not?”

At least five other people echoed that sentiment out loud.

“It’s not nice,” Loren explained.

“To the asshats, no, it’s not,” Tilly said. “Not supposed to be, either. I’m proud of her for standing up for herself and her guys.”

Rebecca high-fived her.

Landry and Cris walked over and leaned in. “Eh, you two sure you want our Tilly mentoring your woman?” Landry asked.

Cris snorted. “Yeah. She doesn’t hit like a girl.”

“Hey, we needed a topic of conversation for tonight,” Rebecca shot back. “So now we have one. How to deal with asshole exes.”

Laughter rippled through the room.

Toby and Logan pulled Rebecca close, each of them kissing her.

“Maybe someone needs a paddling to remind her who’s in charge,” Logan said.

“That’s not much of a threat,” Toby noted.

“It is if I take away orgasms,” Logan said.

Rebecca pouted. “That’s just mean.”

“Hence why I’m the sadist,” Logan told her.

* * * *

They managed to get through the rest of the dinner without any further interruptions of the bad kind. Logan wouldn’t really spank Rebecca as punishment, and she knew it. He knew she knew it.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t spank her at all. In fact, replaying in his mind how she’d stood up for herself, and them, had not only made him proud, but horny.

Unlike Sam, he and Toby liked their women to come with fully-functioning backbones and high spirits.

Rebecca was, however, inundated by her friends to look at the jewelry pieces she’d brought with her. She ran sales on her tablet and ended the evening taking in far more money than they’d spent on dinner, including several custom orders for day collars.

“Remind me why I’m on the road again?” she asked them as they returned to the men’s house.

Logan, who was riding shotgun, shook his head. “You tell us, babe. You don’t need the money.”

“But I can’t afford to just be lazy for the rest of my life.”

“Then go back to school. Or cut back on your shows and focus on the website. Doesn’t hurt that Cali and her guys are selling your stuff, too.”

No, that didn’t hurt at all. They carried a limited, special edition line she’d created, items that could only be purchased through the Two Crafty Bastards website. She almost couldn’t make them fast enough to keep them stocked, and several times had to ask her men to help her out.

If she was home most the time, she could build up her inventory.

Plus, she missed her guys when she was on the road.

“Or,” Toby said, “you could tell your guys it’s okay for them to tell you their opinion.”

That sounded like a charged statement. “Why would I have to tell you that?”

“Because,” Logan said, “we don’t want you to think we’re controlling like Sam.”

“I would never think that. You guys are nothing like him.”

“Then the truth is,” Toby said, “that we wish you were home more.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because we don’t want you to think we’re trying to order you. We want it to be what you want.”

She had hated every single good-bye over the past two months. There’d been a few nights she’d curled around Chewi and cried herself to sleep while he licked her face and probably wondered why his head minun, the provider of his food and water, was suddenly leaking from her eyeballs and his friends and minuns with the good nommies were gone.

Stoopid woman.

“What are you asking me?” She wanted them to say it, to put it out there first.

Logan took over again. “What we’re saying is that we love you, we miss you when you’re not here, and we wish you were living full-time with us, because we hate like fuck coming home to an empty house. It doesn’t feel right anymore. It feels like you’re supposed to be there.”

“I don’t want to quit doing the shows,” she said, but not quite sure why.

“We don’t want you to quit them, either,” Logan said. “We know you enjoy them. And we know it’s your livelihood.”

She stared at him. “I could cut back and not do so many.”

“If we have enough advance warning, we could go with you to some of them. Take the time off from work and help with the driving. Watch the booth with you. Give you time to work on making patterns to sell on the website, and help you film the tutorials.”

The first tutorial she’d posted, filmed with their help during one of her return visits to their home, had already received several thousand hits on YouTube. And the first two patterns she’d posted for sale usually sold a few copies every day.

If she had more posted…

“But only if you want us with you,” Toby said. “And only if you want to be with us.”

She nodded. “I do,” quietly slipped out before she realized it. Then she added, “I’d like that. I’d like it to be permanent. I want us to be permanent.”

“Are you asking us to collar you?” Logan said. They had talked about it before, that they wouldn’t beg her to take a collar from them. That if she wanted a collar, she would have to be the one to ask them, and that whenever she was ready to take that step, she had to let them know.

Leap and the net will appear, right?

“Yeah. I want you guys to collar me.”

The gorgeous smile filled his face. “Baby, you don’t realize it, but you’ve just made us the happiest two men on the face of this planet.”

* * * *

They had sworn to each other that they wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t press. Especially not after what she went through in the past. But Toby seriously wanted to pull over and hump her silly in the backseat on the side of the road right at that moment.

That was how happy he felt, that he was willing to risk a public nudity charge.

Of course, he controlled himself until they got home and she walked Chewi. Then Toby picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and carried her to their bedroom where he playfully dumped her onto the bed.

“You appear to be a man with a plan,” she joked.

“Hey, you’ve just made us two happy men. I plan on celebrating with orgasms and then curling up next to your sweet body and having a damn good night’s sleep.”

“I like the sound of that plan,” Logan said as he walked in and started stripping. “That’s a plan I can back wholeheartedly.”

Toby stripped, climbing into bed on top of her and quickly getting her naked before he dove between her legs. She closed her eyes, moaning, toes curling as his scorching mouth quickly brought her over the first time.

And he wasn’t finished. He hooked his arms around her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away and was soon working on building her up to orgasm number two.

Then, he let out a loud moan of his own.

When she cracked open an eye, she realized Logan was working his cock up Toby’s ass.

Logan grinned at her. “Hey, there’s a line, and I’m horny.”

She giggled, which quickly turned into another moan as Toby moaned again, the vibrations running through her clit to her nervous system.

After Toby got her off a second time, he sat up. “Okay,” he hoarsely said. “This just isn’t fair.” As one, the two men scooted up the bed so Toby could slide his cock into her pussy.

“Muuuch better,” he gasped as he leaned in, kissing her while he slowly started thrusting to his own rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Logan said from behind him. “I think I have a new second-favorite thing.”

His first favorite thing being the two of them fucking her at the same time.

Admittedly her favorite thing, too.

She ran her hands across Toby’s chest, brushing over his nipples, gently raking her nails against his flesh. His eyes dropped closed as he picked up the pace, the base of his cock grinding against her clit at the bottom of every stroke and driving her closer to one more climax.

She heard Logan smacking Toby’s ass. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hoarsely said. “Fuck our girl while I fuck you, buddy.”

Why had she resisted this at the start?

Because I’m a dumbass.

This was…perfection. Two hot guys who loved her, who wanted her, who loved each other.

Yeah, her life had finally fallen into place.

She grabbed Toby’s head and pulled him down for a sizzling kiss that pushed him over the edge just as she started to come. He kept fucking her as long as he could, getting her all the way over before finally falling still.

Logan, however, wasn’t there yet. “Just hold on a minute.” He shook both of them and the entire bed with the force of his strokes until he pounded his cock into Toby’s ass and then fell still with a final grunt Rebecca knew all too well.

Yesss. This.

They all lay there unmoving for a moment, Toby on top of her, Logan sitting up behind him.

“I love you guys,” she softly said. “I really do.”

Toby kissed her. “I love you, too, baby.”

Logan pulled out, leaning in to kiss her before he got out of bed to dispose of the condom and clean up. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

Toby also got out of bed to clean up. Minutes later they’d returned, snuggling with her on either side.

Chewi jumped up on the end of the bed, staring at them.

I don’t understand the big deal about collars. I wear one all the damn time. Stoopid humans.

She stuck her tongue out at him before closing her eyes.

Chapter Thirteen

The men had kept extremely mum about what they were going to do. They were collaring her as their submissive, not their slave. It was an important distinction she appreciated them making for her peace of mind.

There would be plenty of time to take it farther. For now, this was a huge leap of faith on her part.

Fortunately for her, it was enough for her men.

The morning of their collaring, the men were cooking breakfast when Eliza showed up. “Why aren’t you dressed and ready to go?”

“Um, because it’s only nine o’clock in the morning.”

Eliza turned on the men. “Didn’t you tell her about the brunch?”

They froze. “You said you were handling that,” Toby said.

“Uh, yeah. The planning of it. I told you to have her ready.”

“Sorry,” Logan said. “Miscommunication.”

“Sheesh. Up. Dressed. Now. Hope you had a shower.” She started hauling Rebecca out of her chair.

“I did, and ow, easy there, girlfriend.”

“Let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, Rebecca was in the car with Eliza.

“Lucky for you I love those dudes,” she said. “I told them to have you ready.”

“Shouldn’t someone have asked me if I wanted a brunch?”

“Irrelevant. You’re getting one.” Eliza grinned at her. “Then we’re all going to get our hair done.”

“Ugh. You can get yours done. Mine’s untamable.”

“Let them at least try for a fancy updo.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your guys wanted a nice semi-formal affair. I picked out a dress for you. You’re welcome.”

“You…what?”

“It’s gorgeous, a black sheath that will make your boobs stand out.”

“How do you even know it’ll fit me?”

“Because I rooted through your closet to find out your sizes. Duh. It’ll fit. Trust me.”

“You are worse than Tilly.”

“Thank—wait. Was that an insult or a compliment?”

“You choose.”

* * * *

The whole gang had turned out for this affair—Tilly, Loren, Shayla, Leah, June, Laura, Gabe, Jenny, Abbey, Essie, Mallory, Chelbie, and Cali. Clarisse and her men were stuck at home with a sick toddler but sent their love.

They brunched at a swanky resort restaurant out on Siesta Key before heading to the hairstylist. When they finally converged on Venture around five, Rebecca had to agree the dress was perfect, and she’d had fun.

With her friends.

Not imaginary friends, or friends that only existed inside her computer, either.

And friends who weren’t talking dogs.

There were also a lot of other people at the club, too. And from the look of the buffet spread, no one would leave hungry.

Her guys were already waiting there, dressed in tuxes.

As Loren led her up to them and called for everyone’s attention, Rebecca’s focus was only on her men.

“You guys…that’s hot. Can we keep the tuxes?”

The men shared a high-five. “You called that one right,” Logan told Toby.

“No, seriously. Can we keep them?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. They’re rentals. But you like?”

“Oh, yeah. Awesome.”

Loren shushed her. “This is your collaring. Don’t make me get Gilo’s duct tape.”

“It’s all right,” he called out. “I’ll share.”

“Shush, you,” Loren said. “Okay, folks. You poly people are starting to catch up with us monogamists. You’re making us look practically vanilla.” A small ripple of laughter flowed through the crowd. “Today we’re here to witness the commitment of Rebecca and Toby and Logan. Three good people I’m proud to call friends. The men have written their vows, so I’ll shut up and let them take over.”

Logan took Rebecca’s hands in his. “We know you had some struggles in your past. So did we. But sometimes when there’s something better, a risk has to be taken. We love you enough to know the risk is only a fraction of the reward of having you in our lives. I’m asking if you’ll accept and wear our collar, not just to be our submissive. We want you as our friend, our partner, our lover, our wife in pretty much every way. As a person in your own right, bringing your own energy to the table with us. We promise we’ll never control you in any way except how you want to be controlled. And even if you decide one day you don’t want to do BDSM, we still want you as our life partner.”

He handed her over to Toby, who took her hands in his. “We’ll not just take care of you,” he said, “but take care with you. We’ll never take you for granted, never forget you matter just as much as we do, never break your trust. Just like we know that you’ll never do anything to break ours. So, as he asked, we’d like to know if you’d please accept and wear our collar. Not as a symbol of our ownership of you, but as a symbol of your ownership of our hearts, our loves, our trust.”

She nodded, struggling not to cry. They’d pretty much said everything perfectly to trample any stray cobwebs of doubt that wanted to muck things up. “Yes,” she said. “I want that.”

Loren handed them a box. From it, they withdrew a beautiful shimmering blue Niobium chainmaille necklace with an intricate weave.

Before she could ask about it, Toby said, “We did kind of go behind your back for this. Took us forever to make it when you weren’t around.” He playfully smiled. “But we’re hoping you don’t mind us keeping secrets like this.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, the tears now breaking through. “You both made it for me?”

Logan nodded. “Did we do okay?”

“You did perfect.”

They got it fastened around her neck as she struggled not to ruin her makeup by slobbering all over them with snot-filled tears.

She kissed Logan, then Toby. The necklace probably took them a couple of weeks to make, at least. That they took the time and care to do that for her overwhelmed her.

“And that’s another one for the books, folks,” Loren teased. “Time to eat!”

* * * *

After food and cake and Eliza-ordered dancing to make it as close to a “proper wedding” as she could make it for her friend, Rebecca and the men changed clothes for play.

Well, the men changed clothes.

Rebecca simply got naked, except for her collar.

And that was what she thought of it as, a collar. Not just a necklace.

They took her over to one of the benches and laid a towel out for her. “Ready for some fun, baby?” Logan asked.

She smiled. “Give me your best.”

He smiled, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. “I just gave you my best a little bit ago. I gave you my heart.”

“Okay, quit with the mushy stuff,” Toby playfully scolded. “I want to spank an ass.”

“Maybe I should spank your ass,” Logan said.

“Sure, but ladies first,” he replied.

She climbed up onto the bench and the men buckled leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Two loving pairs of hands roamed her body, quickly soothing her while at the same time teasing her, stoking the embers inside her, reminding her why she enjoyed this so much.

Because she trusted them.

They started with a light flogger on her back and ass that only served to make her hornier and beg for more. They took turns with light bare-handed spanking before working up to a paddle.

After five swats of the paddle, she heard a Hitachi switch on, and that was the last coherent thought she had for a while, until she finally called yellow on the orgasm play and they turned the vibrator off.

Toby, grinning from ear to ear, knelt in front of her. “Ready for more, or are you done?”

“More what?”

“Canings, coming, cuddling. I’m easy.”

“That’s what he said,” she teased.

“She’s still able to talk,” Logan said. “We obviously didn’t do a good enough job.”

Actually, they had. She didn’t want to expend all her energy right then and not have any for them later. “I’m good…for now.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Cut her loose, Logan,” he said. “We’ll finish this night at home.”

* * * *

They spent another couple of hours at the club before leaving. After walking Chewi, they retired to the bedroom. She tried to talk her guys into putting the tuxes back on and fucking her while wearing those, but they wouldn’t be swayed.

“I have to have some limits for you,” Logan joked. “And ruining a couple of tuxes with lube is one of them. Those things are expensive.”

When Toby grabbed a condom, she knew what was in store for her that night. After the men stripped, Logan pulled her on top of him, impaling her pussy with his cock and kissing her, a hand fisted in her updo and holding her firmly in place.

Behind her, Toby’s fingers started probing her ass, lubing her, prepping her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” he teased. “I bet you’re already squeezing his cock, your pussy’s so anxious to ride.”

“She is,” Logan confirmed, staring up into her eyes, a playful smile on his face. “She’s real anxious.”

She loved it when they fucked her at the same time. Damn near addicted to it, the men had been amused to find out that them playing with her ass now triggered her pussy to immediately get wet and ready, her body expecting the double penetration treat.

Logan nipped at the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Such a good girl for us,” he said. “We love being inside you at the same time, being part of you, together. We love making your head explode like that.”

That was one description for it. Something about the feel of both of them inside her gave her intense orgasms every time. No hand or toys needed, either. She didn’t know why and guessed it had something to do with where the cocks pressed against each other and inside her at the same time.

She didn’t care why, because it felt damn good.

Once Toby had comfortably worked three fingers inside her, and she was loudly moaning with pleasure, he pulled off the glove and rolled a condom onto his stiff cock.

“Fuck, I love it when you sound like that,” he said. He lubed his cock and then she felt it, the first press, the slow, steady push as he breached her rim.

He wasn’t even all the way inside her ass before the first orgasm spun up and started soaring through her.

“Hell, she’s coming already. Get moving.” Logan let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, holding on for leverage as he fucked himself up into her.

She knew her role—just stay there and let them fuck her. They didn’t need her help, and in fact if she tried to rock her hips without them telling her to, it could throw off their rhythm.

Since there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with their rhythm, she was happy to let them do their thing.

All she had to do was sit there and enjoy it.

By the time the fourth rolling orgasm washed through her, she was feeling the strain in her arms from keeping herself propped up, and Logan likely could see the struggle to remain upright in her face.

“Okay,” he said. “Time to finish her off.”

She squealed with pleasure, unable to help herself as they both pounded their cocks into her, harder, faster, until finally she heard Toby, and then Logan, let out groans of pleasure before they fell still.

Collapsing on top of Logan, an exhausted, sated sigh escaped her.

Toby stroked her back. “Better, baby?”

“You guys always make it better,” she said.

Logan stroked her cheek. “Do you really like your necklace?”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes. I love it. It’s absolutely perfect.”

Toby pulled out and went to clean up, returning with a warm, wet washcloth for her and a towel. After they were snuggled together in bed, Chewi jumped up, settled himself at the end of the bed with his back turned to them, and let out a snort.

“Hey, she’s ours,” Logan said. “Minuns or not, you have to share.”

“Yeah,” Toby told the dog. “We love her, too.”

Chewi lifted his head, looked at them, and made a huffy-sounding snort.

About time you’re done. That’s my head minun you’re messing with.

He put his head back down.

“I swear I could almost hear him talk and complain about us taking too long,” Toby said.

“Ditto,” Logan echoed.

“I’m telling you, he’s world dominayshun dog,” she said. “He has mental powers.”

“I’m starting to believe you,” Toby said. “Seriously.”