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“Dylan…” Erin breathed.

“I guess I was wrong,” Dylan added with a grin.

“You were. We both love you,” Erin revealed. “And yes, I would love to live with both ofmymen. A house we can turn into our very own home would be wonderful.”

“One with more privacy,” Ford added his stipulation.

He never expected to be in this position. Exclusive. Committed.In love.He mentally shook his head. In love withtwopeople who loved him back. And planning a future with them.

“We’ll build it farther away from the lodge,” Dylan assured him. “And my siblings.”

“I’ll miss Dani’s breakfasts, though,” Ford complained. That and Dylan’s extensive toy collection were the bright spots of staying in the farmhouse. Of course, the toy collection would go with them.

Ford would also add to it with his own extensive collection.Hell, they could design their own private dungeon.

Damn.He was suddenly liking the idea of building a home somewhere on the ranch and getting rid of his house in town better and better.

The three of them could work, live and play together on the ranch. Even raise a family if they wanted.

“No one said we can’t stop here in the mornings before work,” Dylan said. “Problem solved.”

“Oh, nowthat’sa plan.”

“I also have ideas of my own if we build from scratch,” Ford told them.

“I can’t wait to hear them. I might be the architect, but like I said earlier, I want all three of us involved in the design.”

“Look how easy it was to sort out our lives,” Erin half-joked, “once we all got on the same page.”

“It won’t be easy, but we’ll make it work,” Dylan admitted.

That was the truth. And a little work never hurt anybody, but Ford had no doubt, the end result would be worth it.

Erin was splayedout on her back sideways with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress. Dylan had one hand squeezing her breast tightly and the other clutching the front of her arched throat. He couldn’t hear her groans but could feel the vibrations as Ford ate her pussy so enthusiastically, he acted like he’d never get that chance again. Despite the fact he would. Often.

Her groans, moans and whimpers were inaudible because Dylan was shoving his cock deep enough, he was practically fucking her throat. The only time they were giving her a break was during the few moments it took for the men to switch places.

They’d done it four times already, during which she came twice.

Both her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and those leather cuffs were attached to a metal bar designed to keep her legs spread wide. Not that she needed it, she would voluntarily keep her legs open for orgasms.

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 nowtrembling 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 himSirduring 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.”

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