Page 87 of Undone

Ford didn’t laugh or smile at Dylan’s response. Instead, his eyebrows dropped low and pinched together. “You don’t care if they spot us leaving tomorrow?”

Of course he cared, but he had to face the fact they wouldn’t be able to keep this particular secret under wraps for long.

He rubbed a strand of Erin’s hair between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re eventually going to figure it out, anyway.”

Erin asked, “They will?”

“Yes, since I can’t imagine either you or Ford have a bed big enough for the three of us. Ford, are you worried about being seen leaving my place because you’re an employee?”

“I assume if you’re giving this threesome the green light, then they can’t say much about it, whether I’m an employee or not.”

That wasn’t quite true when it came to his outspoken siblings. They could give a lot of unwelcomed opinions. But he wasn’t the only owner of the resort. He shared that responsibility with his womb mate.

Ford’s answer also reminded Dylan to bring up the traffic light system. Using it during their play would simplify the safe word issue. If Ford and Erin agreed to switch over, none of them would have to remember different safe words.

Especially in the heat of things.

Erin’s question cut into his thoughts. “What do you mean we don’t have big enough beds?”

“It’s his way of saying he wants to do this again,” Ford answered for Dylan. “And only his custom bed is big enough forthe three of us. Plus,”—he glanced up—“That mirror sure is the shit.”

Dylan agreed. It had been worth installing. “Not only do it again, but often. For that reason alone, it’ll be hard to keep it a secret from my siblings. I mean, as long as you two want to continue.”

“Let me think about it,” she teased, nudging him.

Ford fought a grin. “I’ll give it some serious thought.”

“Funny.” They could tease all they want, but Dylan had to admit, at least to himself, that he was relieved they wanted to continue. He needed to keep his jealousy in check, though. Especially after seeing Erin and Ford so comfortable with each other, whether wearing clothes or naked.

With a hand cupping her head, Dylan curled into Erin and his eyes drifted shut. But Ford’s next question had them flashing open again. “Do you have a plug?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Of course he did, but when Dylan stocked them in his toy cabinet, he never expected them to be used on him. He reluctantly breathed out a, “Yes.”

When Ford tucked a bent arm under his head, his lightly furred pecs flexed.

Dylan pulled his eyes from that cock-hardening display when Ford gruffly ordered, “Get that and your lube.”

“I see where this is going,” he grumbled.

Ford’s eyebrows rose at the same time his eyes narrowed. His firm expression also indicated that he was slipping into his Dom role. “Did you expect any different?”

His tone screameddon’t even think about talking back.“No.” Should he add “Sir” onto that? He wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable with calling his employee that, even after hours.

Ford also hadn’t demanded that yet. Maybe he wouldn’t because when the tables were flipped, he might not want to use that same honorific for Dylan.

“Then be a good boy and get your plug. If you have more than one size, it’ll be your choice, but be smart about it. Lube it up generously, as well as yourself. Once that’s done, bend over and let us watch you put it in.”

Dylan lost his breath, and a spark ignited in his gut. He had never, ever let anyone watch him put in a plug. Now Ford wanted him to do it in front of Erin?

Ford was right, though. Choosing the right plug would make what would happen later a bit easier.

He rolled off the bed, went to his toy cabinet and opened the double doors.

Erin whispered a, “Wow,” behind him.

Ford murmured, “That’s quite an extensive collection.”

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