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Ford slipped it free and repeated the action, but with three fingers next. He shoved the cum-coated digits into Dylan’s mouth again and didn’t remove them as he went back to thrusting up and into his boss.

Erin’s was still reclined with her head tipped back to watch them. Seeing her smeared breasts, knowing he just made his boss eat his own cum, and having his cock deep up his tight ass was his limit.

Guaranteed he would pay for his actions next time but,damn, it was worth it.

He continued to pump through his own climax until it was over, then he planted himself to the root.

Once he could think straight again, he and Erin exchanged smiles, and he slipped free from Dylan. But before the man could move away, Ford pointed to the smeared cum remaining on Erin’s breasts and ordered, “Now, use your mouth and clean up your mess.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

With one handholding open the refrigerator door and the other shifting foil-covered aluminum pans and plastic storage containers around, Erin leaned in closer, looking for something to quiet her growling stomach.

Erin walked into Dylan’s wing earlier not knowing what the plan was or how much time she’d spend with him. It turned out they planned to surprise her.

Boy, was what happened a surprise. A happy one.

She really didn’t think the men would work it out and the threesome would ever happen. Especially since they were both Doms.

Two Doms sharing one sub. She shook her head and sighed.

Between cat naps and sex, they shared with her their discussion and agreement about being flexible, which, in their case, meant both of them being a switch. It surprised her that Ford would agree.

When he took control during that second round, he was clearly in his element. She also noticed something interesting. Beside the fact that Dylan had a freckle on his left inner thigh, she noticed he had totally blissed out while Ford fucked him.

In the beginning, Ford ordering him around made her ex tense up and a little defiant, but it didn’t take long for him to embrace bottoming for Ford. Again, completely unexpected. Though, it was true she didn’t know Dylan at thirty-five as well as she knew him as a teenager. Not even close, but she hoped to if the threesome proceeded.

Obviously, people changed emotionally, physically and sexually as they aged and gained more experience under their belt. Erin was proof of that.

It took Ford showing her the light when it came to the Dom/sub relationship. At first, she’d been shocked when he even hinted at it, then assumed he was kidding around. After that, those hints became suggestions. He also began to slip in some BDSM whenever they had sex, which she now recognized had been vanilla.

He slowly nudged her into the lifestyle by taking the time to show her what it was and explain the dynamics, what a turn-on it could be and how satisfying. As long as she was open to it, of course.

It turned out, she was.

While he started out slow as to not overwhelm her, she began to get impatient and encouraged him to take it further each time. Now, after years of playing together, they knew each other’s likes and dislikes very well.

Despite the fact she had nothing or no one to compare him to, she considered Ford a great Dom and trusted him one hundred percent. He took care of her during light, fun sex, or a heavy scene, as well as afterward.

While he could be very dominating and controlling, as soon as the scene was over, he was the exact opposite. He let her be independent.

She could only assume, now with the potential of two Doms in her life, her independence might be reduced. Especially ifthey turned this into a permanent polyamorous relationship. An exclusive threesome where they were dedicated to each other and none of them had sex outside the group unless all three agreed upon it first. A democracy of sorts.

They could bring in a resort guest one night for a foursome. Or maybe they’d enjoy a night of voyeurism, where two of them watched the third have sex with someone else.

The three of them discussed some of the endless opportunities being tied to an all-adult ranch resort that existed specifically to give a safe and supportive space for guests to lose their inhibitions and follow their desires.

Footsteps behind her, paired with a surprised, “Erin?” had her straightening and slamming the fridge door shut. She smothered her gasp and quickly pretended like she belonged in the farmhouse’s kitchen, even though she didn’t and was now busted.

“Dani!”

“What—”

“Do I want to eat?” Erin finished before Dylan’s sister could ask the rest of her question. “Sorry, Dylan said it was okay. I was checking to see what was in the fridge.”Because we’re starving for reasons I don’t want to have to explain. Please don’t make me since it involves your older brother.

She grimaced and her eyes sliced to the door separating Dylan’s wing and the shared kitchen.

Dylan, come make an excuse… please.

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