Safe Harbor (35 page)

Clarisse felt another rapidly approaching climax spin through her core. She’d come damn hard the first time, and this one felt like it would be just as big.

Sully didn’t release Mac’s head. He sucked her nipples, nipped at one, then the other, alternating, just enough pain to enhance the pleasure Mac gave her.

“Come hard, pet,” he coaxed. “Scream again. I want to hear how hard slave makes you come. He doesn’t get to fuck you until he makes you come.”

Mac’s tongue dipped deep inside her, fucking her, then alternating with flicks against her sensitive clit. She was aware of her climax starting, an amazing flood of pleasure exploding inside her, driving the breath from her.

The world went black.

When she opened her eyes, both men anxiously hovered over her, worried looks on their faces. Sully gently patted her cheek.

“Clarisse, honey, come on. Wake up.”

She took a deep breath. “What happened?” She tried to sit up, felt woozy.

Poor Mac looked horrified. “You passed out. I think you hyperventilated. You okay, sweetie?”

The men steadied her. “Yeah…I think. How long was I out?”

“Just a few seconds,” Mac said, sounding relieved. “I think you’ve

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had more than enough for one night.”

She shook her head. “No, because I haven’t had my turn with you yet.” Both men’s cocks had gone limp, probably from fear over her blackout.

“Honey, I think Mac’s right,” Sully said. “You scared the crap out of us.” Gone was his low, dominant tone. He was back to Sully, her concerned friend.

Her loving husband.

“Master, I don’t think that’s very fair to Sir.” She set her jaw and stared him down.

Stunned, he looked at her a long moment before laughing. “Jesus, you’re going to wear us out, aren’t you?”

She wanted back into the game. Dammit, this was her wedding night and the boys were harshing her mellow. “Master, that’s my job, isn’t it?”

“She’s not giving up, Sul,” Mac said. His cock twitched, slowly inflating.

Sully slowly shook his head, but in resignation, not denial. “I dunno. I think I should make slave pay for doing that to you and scaring the crap out of me.”

“Please don’t do that, Master.” She leaned in and kissed him, long and deep. “It felt so good.” Better than fucking good, it had topped the previous orgasm by a country mile, and the first one had been her best ever.

“Hmph. Well, okay, I won’t punish him this time, but only because you asked very nicely.” He was finally getting back into the game, his voice lowering, deepening.

“Thank you, Master,” Mac said.

She lay back and smiled. “I’m ready when you are.”

Mac grinned and pounced on her, kissed her. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”

Sully slapped his ass, hard. “What did you call her?”

Mac laughed even though his cock had fully hardened again.

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“Sorry, Master.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “I’m going to fuck you so good,
pet
.”

“That’s better.” Sully changed position, knelt behind Mac.

Clarisse wrapped her arms and legs around Mac. “Please fuck me.”

He pressed for entrance, slid home, stretching her. “Jesus you’re wet!”

“Well considering what you did to her that’s no surprise,” Sully snarked.

Mac rolled his eyes. Clarisse giggled. Then she heard the slap and felt Mac jump.

“What was that for?” she asked.

Sully looked over Mac’s shoulder. “Because he rolled his eyes, didn’t he?”

She gasped. “How did you know?”

“From the way you giggled after I made that comment.”

She stared into Mac’s sweet brown eyes, loving him, loving both men. From the different angle of approach, his cock filled her, stroking her and hitting different spots than Sully’s had.

“Do you think you can come for me like this, pet?” he asked.

She shook her head. She was tired, rapidly approaching exhaustion. “Maybe another time.”

“Okay.” He pressed his face against the side of her neck and slowed his strokes, his breath hot against her flesh. When he stopped moving, she knew Sully was up to something.

Then Mac moaned and flexed his hips against her. “Oh, you weren’t kidding when you said I’d be swearing at you,” he mumbled.

She lifted her head and realized Sully had sunk his cock inside Mac. He skimmed his hands down Clarisse’s legs, where they were wrapped around Mac’s waist, and grabbed her thighs.

“I never kid about something like that, you should know that.

Don’t stop what you were doing on my account.” She felt the bed shake, hard, and knew Sully had to be pounding into Mac’s ass.

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Mac moaned louder, his cock throbbing inside her. “Jesus,” he whispered, “that’s so good!”

“Get moving. I come before you, you’re done for the night.” He stroked Clarisse’s legs and met her gaze.

Her heart thumped. Maybe a different night it would be her sandwiched between them. The thought made her shiver in a pleasant way.

Mac started thrusting again, but his movements were jerky, hard.

“You can come any time you want, slave,” Sully growled. “Don’t wait too long.”

Mac’s thrusts gained strength and speed until he soon pounded into her. Clarisse held on for the ride.

“Oh, God that’s fucking good!” Mac groaned.

Sully started slapping his ass. “Then show me how good. I’m letting you fuck my pet. You’d better show your appreciation.”

Mac cried out, his body going rigid as Clarisse tightly held him.

When he went limp, Sully grabbed his hips and quickly finished in a few strokes before collapsing on top of them.

“You okay, sweetie?” he asked as he rolled off Mac.

“Who you calling sweetie?” Mac mumbled.

Clarisse heard another loud slap, but Mac chuckled.

“Her, dumbass,” Sully clarified.

“I’m fine,” she said.

She felt the bed move, then heard water running in their bathroom a moment later. “I love you, Brant,” she whispered as she stroked his back.

He lifted his head and kissed her. “I love you too, sweetie. So much, you have no idea.”

“It doesn’t bother you I’m married to him?”

He grinned. “Nope. Because I know I’m not going anywhere.

Now I know you’re not either.” He kissed her again. “Besides, this makes you my wife too, in a way.”

Sully walked in with something in his hand. As he knelt behind

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Mac, she realized it was a washcloth. He cleaned Mac and tossed the cloth into the bathroom, then stretched out next to them. “You okay, sweetie?”

“I’m okay, Master.”

He smiled and kissed her. “Don’t need to be formal.” He brushed the hair from her damp forehead. “Besides, Brant has something for you.”

Mac smiled and reached over to the headboard where he retrieved a small ring box. The set of matching his and hers gold bands were different from the ones she’d exchanged with Sully.

Mac took her right hand. “Clarisse, I love you. Legally, only he can be married to you. I want you to always know that I’m your husband too, in heart and soul. That’s what matters.” He then slipped the band on her right ring finger.

She cried and threw her arms around him. “I love you guys so much!”

Sully hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around both of them. “Still one more.”

She sat back, wiping her face and sniffling as Sully handed her the other ring. He held up Mac’s right hand, and she slipped the band onto his finger.

On Mac’s left hand, Sully’s ring would remain alone. Mac’s only master, his lover.

His husband.

“Just because we do this,” Mac said, indicating the three of them in bed, “doesn’t define the core of our relationship.” He kissed her.

“We love you. We promise we’ll always take care of you. That’s what our relationship is really about, not sex or scenes. Understand?”

She nodded.

Sully kissed her. “A double set of rings is as good as we can do unless they ever change the law.” He laced his fingers through hers.

“Remember, not every night is like this, okay? You can and should always talk to us if you need something.”

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“All I need is the two of you.”

Mac grinned. “That can be taken more than one way.” He playfully waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Maybe I meant it more than one way.”

Both men laughed.

Mac turned out the lights, and the three of them cuddled in bed.

Clarisse spooned against Sully while Mac cuddled close in front of her, his arm draped around her and Sully.

As she drifted to sleep, she had no thoughts whatsoever about Bryan Jackson.

* * * *

The next morning, Clarisse awoke a little after seven, firmly snuggled against Mac. When she reached behind her to feel for Sully, she realized the bed was empty.

“He’ll be back in a little while,” Mac mumbled without opening his eyes.

“Where’d he go?”

“To make coffee and work for a while.”

“Work?”

One of Mac’s eyes slid open. “He wanted me to have some alone time with you.” He kissed her and ran his hand through her hair. “You know, like normal newlyweds.” A playful smile teased his lips.

“Nothing normal about the three of us.”

“Got that right.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck. “We told you, it’s not all about the slave stuff, that’s only part of what we do and who we are. Yeah, he’s my Master. More important, he’s my friend, my partner and my lover. My husband. He was all those things to me before he was my Master. If he weren’t all those things first, I never could have trusted him enough to give myself to him like that.”

It did make sense to her. In just a few months, she had come to understand without a doubt the truth of that statement. She had more

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love and faith and trust in Sully and Mac in their short time together than she’d ever had in her years with Bryan Jackson.

He skimmed his hand down her tummy, left it resting over her navel. “Because he’s always my Master, that takes precedent, because that’s the way I want it. There have been plenty of times he’s been hurting or tired, or I’m tired or busy with the boat, or he’s preoccupied with a book, and then we’re just Sully and Mac, not Master and slave. Why this works is because even if one of us is in

‘formal’ mode and the other can’t be for whatever reason, that’s okay.

He might be slammed with work and I can still bring him his coffee and take care of him. I can be busy trying take care of things with the boat and still submit to him in ways that don’t interfere with what I need to get done. That’ll happen with you, too.”

“So what are we doing right now?” she asked as she rolled over on top of him.

He smiled as his cock hardened against her. “I’m making love to my wife, that’s what I’m doing.” Splaying his hands across her ass, he shifted his hips and his cock slid home. “Mmm, that’s what I wanted,”

Mac said.

She slanted her lips across his and, kissing him, met every slow thrust of his hips. He rolled them over without breaking contact and slowed his strokes even more.

His eyes searched her face. “I love you so much,” he said. “I can’t believe I get to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. You give me good dreams, baby. You make my bad dreams go away.”

Sully had told her a little about that, not wanting to spill all Mac’s secrets and confidences, but wanting her to know more about the man.

She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in. “I hope you’re only dreaming of me. And Sul,” she quickly added.

He rubbed noses with her. “Of course.” He took long, languorous strokes inside her. “Can you come for me like this, baby?”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “I want to.”

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Mac stilled his movements and lifted himself. He reached between them, found her clit, and gently stroked the sensitive nub of flesh.

As her eyes dropped closed, he lowered his mouth to her left breast and gently sucked her nipple between his lips.

A breathless, wordless gasp escaped her as her hand tightened in his hair. “Yes!”

He lifted his head. “Right there?”

“Yeah!”

He latched on to her other breasts and teased the nipple into a similar taut peak as his fingers gently drew her closer to release.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, gently coaxing, not commanding.

With her muscles gripping his warm, stiff cock, it felt different from all the other times. The men had figured out how to damn near make her head explode from passion, but this felt even better. This was a connection to her men. Well, to one of them, at least.

His eyes held hers as she felt her climb begin. He touched his forehead to hers and kissed her. “Give it to me, baby. Don’t tease me.”

Unlike all the other orgasms he’d given her, this one was gentle, coasting, and even sweeter because he was inside her.

“That’s it, sweetie.” He started stroking again, trying to prolong her pleasure.

She kissed him, muffling her soft moan with his lips on hers.

Matching him thrust for thrust, she urged him harder, faster.

With both hands on the bed for leverage, he took hard, strong strokes as she held on to him, her rock, her man. Then his eyes closed as he cried out, thrusting even deeper before holding himself still inside her.

Clarisse dug her heels in even more, never wanting him to leave.

He kissed the base of her throat. “Oh, Jesus, that’s amazing.”

“It sure was.”

Sully’s voice in the doorway startled them. They looked to find

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him standing there, naked, leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face, his arms crossed, and his cock rigid.

Mac laughed. “How long you been watching?”

“Not long enough.” He walked over to the bed and climbed in with them. “That was…beautiful.”

A moment of fear passed through Clarisse. Would he be mad?

Jealous?

Sully leaned in and kissed Mac, then her. “I could watch the two of you together all day long.” His smile softened his face. “You’re gorgeous together.”

“New spectator sport for Master’s amusement?” Mac quipped.

Sully arched an eyebrow at him. “Don’t give me too many ideas, buddy.”

He looked at Clarisse and stroked her cheek. She slipped her hands down Mac’s back, around his waist, hoping he wouldn’t move just yet. She enjoyed the feel of his body on top of hers.

“If our girl isn’t too tired,” Sully said, “there’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“What?” she asked.

“If we can get His Royal Horniness hard again, there’s still one place I get to lay claim to.”

Mac grinned and rolled over, taking her with him and surprising her, making her laugh. “How about that?”

Sully laughed and reached over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Kiss me, babe,” Mac said. “I get fucking horny just looking at you.”

She kissed him, his tongue gently sweeping across her lips, parting them, tasting and exploring her.

Carefully, so she didn’t dislodge him, she started a slow grind against his hips. A moment later, she felt him start to stiffen inside her again.

Sully caressed her ass, his fingers gently working cool lube into

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her. Technically she was still a virgin there, if you didn’t count playing with toys.

To have both her men taking her at the same time…She pleasantly shivered in Mac’s arms.

Mac tenderly stroked her back, brushing his fingers up and down her spine as Sully prepared her. When she felt his warm cock press against her back entrance, she wiggled her hips.

He laughed and gently swatted her ass. “Who’s in charge here, kiddo?”

“Just trying to help out.”

He slowly slid inside her and waited for her to adjust to the feeling.

Mac softly moaned beneath her. “Oh…fuck! I can feel you, man.”

This was way better than playing with toys. She didn’t know if she’d come again like this, as tired as she already was, but it felt fantastic.

Sully took his time, slowly, gently thrusting, until his cock was tightly sheathed inside her. “Sit up, baby,” he coaxed.

Mac played with her nipples while Sully wrapped his arms around her waist. “Lean on me,” he said.

She let her head relax against his shoulder as the men found a slow rhythm, deep alternating strokes that felt so fucking good, better than any toy ever could.

Her men.

Sully dropped one hand between her legs and started playing with her clit. “I want another one from you, baby,” he said, his tone growing deeper, dominant. “I want you to let us feel you come with both our cocks inside you.”

She found her own place in their rhythm, slowly rotated her hips as Sully’s fingers teased her closer to release.

“Be a good girl, pet,” Sully coaxed. “Come for us.” He rolled her clit between his fingers as he bit her shoulder.

Clarisse came unhinged as one more climax spiraled through her.

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Sully’s fingers clamped onto her clit as his voice grew stronger.

“That’s it, pet. Keep coming for us.” He fucked his cock deep as Mac drove his hips into her from below.

She reached behind her and held on to Sully as her back arched, sensuous explosions arcing through her.

Sully lowered her to Mac’s chest as the men quickly thrust, harder, faster, until they both came. Panting, Sully stroked her back, kissed her spine. “You all right, sweetie?”

Beyond speech, she raised her arm and rotated her wrist.

Both men laughed.

“Guess that means she’s okay, Sul.”

Sully carefully withdrew and walked into the bathroom. Mac rolled them over so he could untangle himself from her, then carried her into the bathroom where Sully was drawing a warm bath.

The men climbed into the huge sunken tub with her, cradling her between them. She snuggled against Sully as Mac massaged her feet.

Sully brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face. “You all right?”

She didn’t open her eyes as she smiled, held up her hand, and rotated her wrist again.

“Green’s good, baby. Green’s real good.”

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