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  “Clearly it’s true or were you suddenly drawn to the ocean?” she says as she throws his towel in his face. I take my seat, my skin warming again when Brooklyn settles back down with her head in my lap. Shaw comes over to us and carefully gets into a push-up position over her body. I watch, my dick getting a little hard as he lowers himself down just enough to kiss her beautiful lips. He carefully straddles her then, knees on either side of her soft stomach before he leans up and kisses me. He gives my nipple a hard squeeze for old times sake.

  “Yes, I paid many Gs to see the Celtics in the finals, but when I got to my seat, this fool was harassing two young girls before the game started. He wouldn’t stop, so I smacked the shit out of him.”

  “Shaw, oh my god,” Brooklyn says.

  “Got us both kicked out, but it was worth it. One of the girls’ parents tracked me down on Twitter and it turns out it was her fifteenth-birthday present and her first big outing without her parents. I missed the game, but at least I did a good deed.”

  “I guess that’s not so bad. Sorry you missed the game.”

  “It worked out for Vaughn too. I used my one phone call to get him out of a work function.”

  “Yeah, it was fun making sure you didn’t have to spend the night in jail.”

  “It was a blast, what are you talking about.” He looks at me with a blank stare for a moment before his gaze drops to Brooklyn. “You ticklish?”

  “I am and don’t you even think about it.”

  “Don’t even think about what?” Shaw lightly pokes her side and she jerks, the cutest fucking giggle bursting out of her.

  “Don’t Shaw. I’ll push you right off the boat and leave you here.”

  “Don’t what? I can’t hear you over the sound of the ocean. Never have I ever tickled a woman until she came.”

  Brooklyn freezes, then glances up at me before she looks back at Shaw. “Wait, is that possible?”

  “Let’s find out.” Shaw leans down and buries his face in Brooklyn’s neck as he tickles the hell out of her.

  I just watch, smiling to myself. Happy to be a cushion between Brooklyn and the hard deck of the boat as her loud laugh fills the sea air above us. I don’t tell them how perfect this moment feels. I don’t tell either of them that I haven’t been this happy in a long time.

  Eighteen

  Brooklyn

  A nap was in order when we came back to land. When I woke up, Vaughn had already fired up the grill for dinner and Shaw was piling wood on the stone fire circle so we could make s’mores for dessert. I had to admit it was a pretty perfect summer day rolling into an even better summer night. I’m still turned on from our time on the boat. Lots of kissing and touching, but somehow all three of us managed to keep it in our pants. I know at some point we’ll probably move things to Shaw’s Room of Pain and Sexy-time Pleasure. I need to get fucked by Vaughn and Shaw, and bad, but I’m enjoying myself just hanging out with them in Shaw’s expansive yard.

  After a quick trip to the restroom, I step back into the backyard, giving Roger’s head a scratch as he trots over to greet me. Vaughn is still sitting in one of the oversized Adirondack chairs Shaw built, but the master craftsman himself is nowhere in sight. It’s not exactly cold out, but the temperature has dropped a lot in the tree-shrouded clearing. I wrap my sweater tighter around myself and scoot the edge of my chair so I’m closer to the fire pit.

  “Where’s Captain Christopher?” I ask, making myself shiver a bit at the thought of Shaw sailing that boat. He drives me crazy, but he sure is sexy and skilled.

  “He just went inside to grab some things. He’ll be back in a second.”

  “Oh, alright. Are you enjoying yourself, Vaughny?” He’s been sweet as fuck all day. A little quieter than usual, but in good spirits. It’s been nice just spending time with him. Stealing kisses from him hasn’t hurt either. I should have taken a seat in his lap instead of on the other side of the fire. I watch him through it, his handsome face lit a lovely deep brown as he pushes his glasses up his nose.

  “I am enjoying myself. Thank you.”

  “Baby, why don’t you get some new frames or adjust those? They are driving you crazy,” I say.

  “I’ve been meaning to, but I always put it off.”

  “Here.” I pull out my phone and send him a link that it takes me two seconds to find. “One of our newborn A.D.A.’s has like four hundred pairs of glasses and she’s always going on about this site.” I watch him in silence, smiling to myself as he starts to scroll through the online store.

  “Thanks. I’ll set a reminder for Monday night and actually make time for this.”

  “Happy to help,” I say as Shaw steps back outside. I look over and see that he’s carrying a small, clear plastic tub in his hands. “Whatcha got there, friend?”

  “Tools of the trade. I fleeted and got all cleaned up for this little party. It’s fucking time.”

  “Oh, we’re doing this outside?”

  “Yup. Can’t waste a perfectly good fire. We’re not doing anything with the fire. Just—”

  “I get it,” I laugh. “I’ll trust your process.”

  “Good. I’m ready to get fucked and do some fucking.” He sets the tub on a decorative tree stump that serves as a table. “Hey Brook.”

  “Hey Shaw.”

  “Come over here for a minute.”

  “Are we starting now?” I ask as I come around the side of the fire pit. Shaw doesn’t respond right away. He just takes my hand and pulls me closer. I watch his dark eyes as his hand slides around my waist. His other hand cups the side of my neck. He kisses me, slow and deep. It goes on and on until I’m not sure I know how to breathe anymore.

  This is Shaw’s superpower, I realize. Capable of bringing you from zero to sixty with a single kiss, touch or look. Of course, he ruins it the moment he opens his mouth, but the way he’s kissing me now makes up for it. It’s hard for me to picture not wanting him. When he leans back just enough so our lips are no longer touching, I’m under his spell. It happens that quickly and completely.

  “Yeah, I think we’re starting now,” he says as he eases his thumb over my bottom lip. “Vaughn, you want to start now?”

  I can’t see Vaughn from where I’m standing without turning around and looking away from Shaw’s deep brown eyes, I hear the thickness that’s filled his voice when he responds.

  “Yes, sir. Where do you want me?”

  “Right there is fine.” Shaw reaches over and grabs a pair of padded leather cuffs from the container. “Turn around there, little bird, and give me your hands.” I do what he asks, turning and putting my hands behind my back. He’s gentle as he buckles each cuff around my wrists. They are surprisingly comfortable and the chain links between them don’t put a strain on my shoulders. I could be restrained like this for a while. Too bad I still have all of my clothes on, including this big sweater. Before I can ask Shaw to do me a friendly favor and take off my leggings for me, his lips are next to my ear.

  “Here’s what you’re going to do for me,” he says loud enough for Vaughn to hear. “You’re going to go over to our friend there and you’re going to make yourself come on his leg.” Vaughn sits at attention like he’s been given the command and slides to the edge of his seat.

  “With my clothes on?” I haven’t had a good dry hump in a while, but I want to make sure I have his instructions right.

  “Yes, baby. With your clothes on. I think you can do it. What do you think, Vaughn?”

  “I have faith in her. She can definitely do it.”

  Shaw lightly pats me on the ass. “Don’t be shy. Get in there.”

  I let out a shaky breath, the feeling of Shaw’s breath still on my cheek. Vaughn opens his hands for me, then guides me onto his lap. A small voice in the back of my head is a little worried the weight of all my juicy curves might be too much for Vaughn’s slender thigh, but when his hands come to my waist, I’m instantly reminded of how strong he is. I think about how tall and slim he looks at a
distance, but how underneath it all is pure muscle. He gently settles me over his left thigh, pressing my soaked already lips and my clit against the fabric of my underwear.

  I squirm a little, trying to find the perfect position, the perfect angle, just as I feel Shaw step behind me. His hands come over my shoulders, his body pushing me closer to Vaughn as he leans over and grabs the hem of my cotton shirt. Shaw pulls it up to my chin and slips one hand into my bra, exposing my right breast and then the left. My nipples are hard now, aching.

  Vaughn looks down, his throat working to swallow just before his lips part like he’s about to dive into the most delicious buffet. My body moves on its own, offering my nipples to him ’cause the only thing that would make this heat between my legs even better would be his mouth on me.

  “Those aren’t for you,” Shaw says. I almost laugh at the way Vaughn’s expression drops. He adjusts his glasses and looks up at Shaw.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You can kiss her, but leave her tits alone. Those are mine tonight. Brook, I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” he says to me as he walks around the side of the chair. He stops and stands right at Vaughn’s shoulder. “I know you don’t want to rush, but I can already tell how hard our poor Vaughn is and he doesn’t get to fuck me until you come. It would be kinda fucked up to make him wait all night.”

  I glance up at him and then back at Vaughn. I can’t read his expression, but I feel the way the tension in his body matches the tension in mine. I want to come. I also want to watch him fuck Shaw.

  “I guess I should help the both of us out, huh,” I manage to say.

  “No pressure, but I’d appreciate it.” Vaughn’s nice way of saying his dick is about to rip a hole in his jeans. I start to move my hips and Vaughn helps me, scooting me higher up his lap, wedging my thigh next to his hard bulge. I start to ride him, grinding my pussy nice and slow against his body, chasing the friction from the layers of our clothes. It’s the best and the worst kind of torture. My pussy is already so wet, my clit so swollen. I know I can get off this way, but Shaw knows it won’t be enough.

  He knows that even if I come, screaming until my voice is hoarse, I’ll still want more. A mouth on my pussy or a dick inside it. Or both. I’d settle for some competent fingers. Whatever it is, he knows I’ll want it enough to beg for it and I think that’s what he’s wanted from me this whole time. It’s what he gets from Vaughn with such ease that he doesn’t even have to pretend to ask for it. We’re still new to this, he and I, and he wants to know that when we’re together as Sir and his new submissive and our Vaughny, I won’t pretend I don’t want them both as badly as I do.

  I turn my eyes back to Shaw and take in the intense expression on his face. The way his eyes move from my tits back to my lips again. My mouth parts a bit, his tongue darts out like he’s thinking about filling it, and I grind away.

  “Put your dick in my mouth, sir. Please.” I whisper. He reaches down, covering my breast with his whole palm and massaging it roughly. My eyes squeeze shut as the sensation goes right to my clit. I settle into my hips, pushing my cunt in a hard, slow circle against Vaughn’s lap. Shaw gives my nipple a hard squeeze, holding it in a tight pinch until I moan. He releases it and goes back to massaging my tit again. I think of the gentle, then hard, way he tickled me on the boat deck that afternoon. How if there hadn’t been all kinds of boats coming and going around us and the occasional sea plane overhead, I would have begged them both to fuck me right there and then, under the bright sun and in the salty ocean air. I didn’t come from being tickled because I was holding back, but I’d like to see him try again.

  “My dick’s not for you tonight. Not yet,” Shaw says. “But since you want something in your mouth so badly, I thought Vaughn should use his tongue.”

  My gaze drops back to Vaughn’s just in time to catch the way he looks at my lips before he closes the small distance between us. He kisses me in that perfect fucking way, that way that makes me wish he was mine forever. Not just for tonight. I kiss him back and, after a moment, I feel his arms loop between mine. He pulls me as close as he can, my pussy pressing even harder against the apex of his hip and thigh and the hardened bulge of his cock. My exposed breasts press against the fabric of his shirt. Behind my back, he laces his fingers with my bound hands. Shaw’s hand comes up the back of my neck, reminding me that he’s there and he’s watching Vaughn and I meld to one another.

  I lose myself at some point, my remaining brain cells split between kissing Vaughn and finding the exact pressure my pussy needs. I find it, repeating the same rocking motion again and again, harder and harder, until I can’t do both. I can’t kiss Vaughn and chase the orgasm. My lips break away and I gasp for air. I’m so close, so fucking close. I don’t stop until it happens, a shattering orgasm rocks through me. Part of me worries I might be hurting Vaughn, the way I’m fucking myself against him, but he’s holding me close, telling me to come, egging me on. I say his name, the sound of it mixing with the crackling of the fire at my back. I don’t know how long it is before my eyes blink open, but they do, Vaughn is smiling at me.

  “Did you come, little kitten?” Shaw asks, his voice thick with arousal. He knows the answer, but he still wants to hear me say it.

  I nod before I can find enough air in my lungs to speak. “Yes, sir. I did. I came.”

  “Good girl. Stay right there for a minute and don’t come again unless I give you the go-ahead.” Shaw draws down the zipper on his jeans and pulls out his swollen dick. With his other hand, he turns Vaughn’s head and pushes his dick into his mouth. Vaughn is happy for the treat and wastes no time bobbing his head back and forth even though the angle is a little awkward. He uses me for leverage, one arm still wrapped around my waist as he coats Shaw’s dick with his saliva. The look on Shaw’s face in the firelight as he pumps in and out of Vaughn’s mouth might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Somehow caught up in the rhythm of it all, my hips start slowly rolling again, pussy suddenly ready for rounds two and hopefully three. Though he’s better at this whole submission thing than me, Vaughn’s hand goes to my ass and gives it a good squeezing, making my hips rock a little harder.

  Shaw suddenly takes hold of my chin, holding me still while keeping his eyes on the magical work Vaughn’s mouth is doing. “What did I say, baby? You can’t come again. Stop moving.”

  I want to argue, but I keep my mouth shut and do my best to keep from squirming as Vaughn releases my ass. He sucks Shaw’s dick for so long that I’m surprised Shaw is showing absolutely no signs of coming. Not that I mind. I’m enjoying the show and so is my throbbing cunt and my aching nipples that are still exposed to the warm air between me and Vaughn.

  At one point, Shaw lightly squeezes Vaughn’s shoulder and he stops. I don’t stop my whimper at the sight of Shaw’s wet dick slipping out of his mouth. Shaw takes a step back and takes me by my elbow.

  “Come on, princess.” He helps me off Vaughn’s lap. Even in the dark, I can see the dark spot I’ve left on his jeans. Shaw moves me so I’m facing Vaughn, standing a little to the right of the chair. My hands are still bound behind my back. He goes back over to the plastic tub and grabs some lube and a condom. I stand by quietly, waiting, watching as he returns to Vaughn and takes his poor engorged erection out of his pants. He hands both to Vaughn and waits while Vaughn rolls the condom on and slathers himself with lube.

  “I’m ready, sir.”

  “Perfect. So am I,” Shaw turns, eyes focused on me as he pulls his jeans down to mid-thigh and lowers himself onto Vaughn’s waiting cock, holding onto the armrests of the chair for balance. It’s not graceful, the way he inches up and down, trying to hold his weight off of Vaughn, but I don't care. It hot as fuck, the best fireside show I’ve ever seen. The two of them find their rhythm, Shaw bouncing and Vaughn pumping his hips up and down off the wooden seat.

  Vaughn glances at me at time or two, but mostly just stares down at where his cock is fucking Shaw’s
amazing ass. I stand there for a long time, letting one side of my body grow hot by the fire that’s going to need more wood if we carry on into the night. My other side is cool to the night air, grateful for the bug repellent candles still flickering nearby. My arms are getting tired, but I know I can wait, and I know an amazing shoulder massage from Vaughn is a reward for my patience. One of many, I hope.

  I continue to watch them, storing every detail away in my memory.

  “What do you want, Brook? Tell me,” Shaw groans suddenly.

  “Me?” Of course, me. I was so busy thinking about how it must feel to take Vaughn in the ass that I hadn’t expected questions. “I—”

  “I know you want more. Tell me what it is.”

  So many things run through my mind. I want to tell the truth. The dirty, nasty truth, but I’m starting to know Shaw and some of the fearless ways he operates. He gives the orders. He also makes the fantasies come true. I swallow and take a chance, drawing strength from the straining look of pleasure on Vaughn’s face. He’s not afraid. He’s open to it all.

  “I want you to take it.”

  “Take what?” Shaw asks.

  “Me.”

  “Oh, you want me to take that pussy.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “And I want you to come inside me.”

  “You have a little breeding fetish you didn’t mention?” he teases through gritted teeth. Vaughn hasn’t let up during our conversation. He’s still gripping Shaw’s hips, giving him every inch he can get.

  “No, I just—I just like it,” I admit. “I like to feel full.”

  He closes his eyes again, his hands gripping the arms of the chair and I think that maybe the thought of fucking me, nutting in me, while he’s being fucked by his man is enough to take him over the edge, but he keeps riding Vaughn, not a drop of jizz in sight, just precum leaking from the tip. The man is a machine. The both of them are. I’ve almost come twice quietly in my own pants just from watching them. He opens his eyes again and leans back more, brushing his lips against Vaughn’s face.