by Mia Ashlinn
Despite herself, she giggled. “Thank you. I think.”
Cupping her cheeks, he swooped down and stole a kiss. “You’re welcome.”
* * * *
As Deke shucked off his pants then picked up the bottle of lube Adam had apparently laid out for him, he grinned. He could hear Sarah on the bed only feet away asking where he’d gone. Her attentiveness warmed his heart.
“I’m over here, sub,” he told her. “Someone has to get lube and condoms.”
Sarah mumbled something that made Adam chuckle.
“Condoms do not suck, Sarah,” Adam said between laughs.
Their sub snorted. “Sure they don’t.”
“They’re a requirement in the club,” Adam reminded Sarah.
Again, Sarah snorted. “I know they are. But I still don’t like them. They suck.”
“Do you really want to get into this now?” Deke asked pointedly when he returned to the bed.
Sarah shrugged. “I guess not.”
“No. You don’t,” Deke replied. “We will discuss it tonight.”
“Good,” she retorted. “Maybe I want a baby.”
Deke froze. He sucked in calming breaths. This was not the time. This was not the place. He kept telling himself that, but his mind wasn’t in agreement. Finally, he gritted out, “We will discuss this later.” He left no room for argument. Luckily, neither she nor Adam said a word.
Regaining his bearings, Deke tossed Adam a condom then sheathed himself. He lubed himself thoroughly before joining them on the bed. When he moved in close, Adam rolled them in the opposite direction, landing with Sarah on top of him. Swiftly, he thrust inside her, holding himself still as soon as his balls slapped against her ass, and Sarah moaned loudly.
Approaching from behind, Deke didn’t wait for preliminaries. He’d been waiting too damn long to take that gorgeous ass of hers. He prodded her hole with his cock then leaned forward and whispered, “You’ve been wearing the plug every day like we told you, right?”
“Y–Yes, Sir.”
Her breathy voice nearly undid him. He needed her. God, he needed her more than anything. So he took her. He eased his throbbing cock into her ass, very carefully, extremely slowly. At first, her body fought him on pure instinct. She didn’t help when she stiffened. But as he burrowed further, she loosened, little by little.
“Sweet pea, you’re so perfect, so beautiful,” Adam praised in a mere whisper. “God, I love you so much.”
Dropping his head down, Deke inhaled the scent of her skin as he met resistance then forged on. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he didn’t rush. He remained slow and steady, pushing further and further into her hot hole, until he breached the tight ring of muscles.
She sighed, her rush of breath relaxing her ass just enough that he could embed himself fully.
When he was in her ass to the hilt, he broke out in a sweat. The feel of her snug ass clamping around him nearly pushed him over the edge. But he held on long enough for her to adjust.
“Fuck,” Adam hissed. “She’s so small, so damn tight.”
“God yes, she is,” Deke countered. “And she’s ready to be fucked.”
With that pronouncement, Deke pulled back then thrust home as Adam retreated. They fucked her together, alternating back and forth. Their rhythm was seamless. Their moves were coordinated. They worked her in hedonistic harmony.
Sarah cried out with each plunge, her body writhing between theirs. Every touch, every kiss they gave her had her begging for more, pleading profusely. As her arousal grew, so did his and Adam’s. The fire built between the three of them, their orgasms simmering just below the surface. Then everything came to a head, and their lust boiled over.
Deke roared as his orgasm sang through his veins like a symphony of heat and fire. His violent shout reverberated through the dungeon and drowned out Sarah’s soft cry of satisfaction and Adam’s lust-filled moan. But neither seemed to notice as they spontaneously combusted, their orgasms sweeping them both away like it had him.
When Deke thought he could take no more of the pleasure pulsing through his veins, he felt his cock swell to epic proportions then his cum exploded, breaking free and inundating his condom.
Panting, Deke sagged on top of Sarah, who’d collapsed on Adam. The three of them lay there, sweating and struggling to breathe, for who knew how long. Yet none of them cared about the passing time or the people drifting by. They were happy. They were whole. And they were bound together by something far greater than the mind-blowing sex they’d just had. They were bound by love.
At last, Adam roused enough to murmur, “How about we slip upstairs and talk about those babies?”
Epilogue
Six weeks later…
Humming happily, Sarah practically danced into The Edge’s lounge where she’d told Ansley and Kylia she would meet them for drinks. She had news, big news. Considering she hadn’t seen them in three weeks, she was dying to tell her two friends everything that had happened while she’d been in the Netherlands with Deke and Adam.
As soon as she spotted them by the bar, she closed the distance between them. She didn’t have to say a word. When they saw her, they were out of their seats, tackling her.
“They officially collared you,” Ansley squealed. “I never thought I would see the day. And lookie, lookie. Isn’t that pretty?” She rubbed the exquisite necklace Deke and Adam had placed around her neck on their first night in Amsterdam. “What does the inscription say?”
“Don’t be nosy,” Kylia scolded, stealing the pendant out of her best friend’s hand before she could read it. “That’s the inscription on the back. It should be private.” She inspected the rounded front with inquisitive eyes. “Adam did a good job designing his and Deke’s initials in the middle of all these diamonds.”
Sarah chuckled. “Deke designed it.”
Snorting her disbelief, Ansley replied, “Sure he did.”
“No really. He did a great job with my collar,” Sarah boasted proudly. “So did Adam. He designed the matching ring.” With a grin, she waved her hand around, showing off the brilliant twelve-carat diamond on her finger.
More squeals echoed through the room as the girls swept Sarah into a hug, dancing her around in a circle.
“Woohoo,” Ansley yelled.
At the same time, Kylia exclaimed, “Congrats!”
When they finally settled down, Ansley dragged Sarah to the bar and pushed her onto a stool. “I want details—lots of them—especially since they made you wait for weeks,” she declared.
Defensively, Sarah replied, “They had their reasons. They wanted it to be special.”
“Was it?” Kylia asked.
Sarah sighed. “Oh, yes.” Their trip had been special, a dream beyond her greatest imagination. They’d whisked her away to the Netherlands, where they’d collared and proposed to her. However, that had just been the beginning. Over the span of three weeks, they’d indulged her love for flowers by taking her to so many gardens she’d lost count. And at night, they’d eaten together and then made love before falling asleep. It had been heaven.
“I like special. Tell me more,” Ansley ordered before sighing dramatically. “I have to live vicariously, you know. Old maids with sixty-nine cats don’t get a collar and a ring. They just get a vibrator.” Despite her joking, Ansley’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. In fact, her eyes seemed to be wetter than normal as she shrugged. “That’s okay. I’ll have less laundry than you and Kylia.”
On the other side of Ansley, Kylia shoved her best friend. “How did I get into this conversation? I’m never getting married.”
“Ha,” Ansley said. “That’ll be the day. Lucian and Declan are not going to last much longer.”
Kylia snorted. “Like you, Hale, and Wyatt are going to.”
And they were off. Ansley and Kylia started picking at each other about men, love, and how they’d never succumb to either. Tuning the two bickering women out, Sarah brushed her index finger across the inscript
ion on the back of her collar, remembering the words that were etched there and recalling her future husbands whispering the phrase to her as they lay in bed last night. Bound by love’s gravity.
While her friends’ bickering escalated, she knew that their arguments were for naught. Neither Ansley nor Kylia stood a chance against love’s gravity. After all, she hadn’t. And look where she was now—happily engaged, collared, and best of all, with a baby on the way.
THE END
WWW.MIAASHLINN.COM
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Growing up in a single-parent home in East Tennessee, Mia Ashlinn wasn’t that girl—the one who couldn’t wait to fall in love and get married. She wasn’t the girl looking out for Prince Charming and his white horse. She had too many plans for her future. Besides, it wasn’t like she planned to get married. Just because some people got a happily ever after didn’t mean she would.
Mia’s anti-marriage stance was legendary amongst her high school friends. In fact, they voted her “Most Likely To Be The Cat Lady.” They were absolutely convinced that she’d die old and alone. Well, Mia being Mia, she just had to prove them wrong. And of course, she did.
Mia married young. She was only nineteen at the time. Everyone in her life thought she was crazy for settling down at her age. They whispered about the possibility of a bun in her oven when she announced her engagement. And they ogled her stomach as she strolled down the aisle in a snow white dress and horribly uncomfortable high heels that she kept tripping over. But she didn’t mind. She knew they were all wrong. She was getting married because she’d found her soul mate, and she was ready start her life with him.
A couple of years later, Mia decided it was time to prove her friends wrong again. So what did she do? She got pregnant. While all her friends were graduating college, she was reading baby books and decorating a nursery. Then after nine months, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. And all of those friends who didn’t believe she would get married came to see her in the hospital. They made jokes about cat ladies, and they “oohed” and “aahed” over Mia’s newest edition. But like her wedding, Mia didn’t mind what they said. She’d found her happily ever after—with her wonderful husband and her sweet baby.
Since her daughter’s birth, Mia has been deliriously happy. She found a charming house by a creek, only miles from her favorite place—the Great Smoky Mountain National Park—to live in. She followed her dreams and became a published author of books that would make the people in her life blush and stammer. And as irony would have it, she wound up with a cat after all.
When not writing, Mia is amazingly easy to find. She’ll be cuddled up on the couch reading an erotic romance novel by one of her favorite authors, driving around in her car singing at the top of her lungs, or hanging out in the kitchen baking goodies galore.
Mia believes that everyone deserves their own fairy tale romance with the happily ever after of their dreams. Only her fairy tales are not your typical fairy tales. They are racy and risqué and, most importantly, they are for grownups only.
For all titles by Mia Ashlinn, please visit
www.bookstrand.com/mia-ashlinn
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
