Leashes & Lace Books 1-3: MM Romance Boxed Set

by Shaw Montgomery

  When I released him so that he could pull away, he gave me a tender smile. “You’re right. Everything about it was perfect.”

  Reece went back on all fours and lowered himself to the bed, his mouth at my dick and his ass up and angled toward the head of the bed, temptingly. I knew what he was hinting at, and with his position at my side, it would be easy to give him exactly what he wanted. “Spread your legs for me, Pet.”

  I brought my slicked-up fingers down to his ass, circling his hole gently. He shivered and gave a low moan but spread his legs obediently as he took the head of my cock into his mouth. “That’s my good boy.”

  I let the tip of one well-lubed finger ease into him. He hummed in pleasure. “I’m going to let you get off now, and even let your cock out of that ring. But occasionally, I’m going to leave you hard and desperate.”

  Fucking his ass slowly with my finger, I felt my cock touch the back of his throat, and he pulled back enough to suck and lick me. I fought the urge to thrust deeper into his mouth, letting low moans of pleasure tell him just how much I was enjoying his touch. “Other times, I might let you orgasm without actually letting you go soft. I’ll leave all that cum trapped inside you and make you wait for the rest of your pleasure.”

  Reece made desperate sounds as I told him all the fun things we were going to do together. Well, the things I was going to have fun doing to him. I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind, though. The way his hips were pumping up and down, and the low hums that had my cock vibrating with pleasure, were a pretty good clue.

  “You’re going to enjoy that, aren’t you?” Sliding deeper into him, I finally let my finger caress over his prostate. Muscles clenched down around me, and it was like his body was pulling me deeper, desperate for more. “My sexy boy is a good bottom for me. But I can’t help but wonder how he’s going to do when I fuck myself on his dick.”

  My cock popped right out of Reece’s mouth, and his head jerked up, looking at me like I was nuts. Laughing, I pulled my finger out and smacked his ass. “I didn’t say you could stop. I also didn’t say you were going to top. I said I was going to use your dick for my pleasure. That’s something entirely different, Pet.”

  Pushing his head back down, because his mouth had better uses than just to hang open while he was struck dumb, he wrapped his lips around my cock even more enthusiastically than he had before. Pleasure shot through me, and I cursed my stupid multitasking idea as I had to focus enough to start playing with him again.

  Reaching between his legs, I took off the restraint around his dick. Shock had cooled him somewhat, but the naughty things going through his head seemed to just send him higher, because it didn’t take long before he was even more turned on than he had been before. Knowing we didn’t have much time, I decided to speed things up, and I pushed my finger back inside him, letting my finger run over his prostate, teasing him with concentrated pleasure.

  “You can’t come yet, Pet. I want to feel that mouth wrapped around me, and I want my cum flooding into your mouth first.” Slow circles around his prostate and dirty words made him have to fight his orgasm.

  Reece’s body clenched around my finger, and I could feel his need to come pushing at him, ready to crash over him at any moment. Damn Eli and his insanity. Reece took me deep into his mouth again, letting my cock touch the back of his throat, and I finally stopped fighting the urge to come. “Right there, Reece, swallow me down, Pet.”

  His throat tightened around me for just a moment, and I exploded, cum shooting out of me in long ropes that had him swallowing around me, frantic to get it all. His stretched, red lips and the blissful needy look on his face as he waited for his own pleasure was incredible.

  He was the most beautiful sub I’d ever seen.

  When he was licking the remaining cum from my cock and looking up at me with those big brown eyes, pleading and hovering right at his orgasm, I finally let him come. Nailing his prostate with one quick thrust, I let the rest of my fingers roll around his aching balls and moved my leg enough that his cock brushed against it. “Come.”

  Reece’s eyes just about rolled back in his head, and he gave a rough shout as his orgasm crashed over him. Letting him ride my finger and frantically thrust his cock against my leg, I kept his pleasure going as long as I could.

  When he finally sagged down on me, breathless and wrung out, I eased my finger from his body and caressed him in long, soothing strokes. What we both needed was a nap, but we were down to minutes before Eli was going to be at the door, and I wasn’t sure how honest Reece was going to be with him.

  Gathering Reece up in my arms, I kissed him tenderly, loving the little moans of protest that escaped. “Inviting him over was your idea. So however you want to meet him is fine, but I plan on having clothes on, Pet.”

  Reece’s eyes widened as he realized how long we’d been in the bedroom. “Shit.”

  I laughed as he jumped out of bed, unsteady legs barely carrying him to the bathroom. Cleaning myself off the best I could as I heard the water come on, I didn’t even try to follow him into the shower. We’d run out of time for distractions. Frustrated, I put my clothes on and started working on getting the room back in order.

  Reece was out of the bathroom in minutes. Hair still dripping, he ran to find clothes while mumbling under his breath about Eli and the damned blog. I was usually a pretty efficient shopper, even when it came to panties and things, so I’d never browsed around the blog portion of Leashes and Lace. But I was going to either learn to ask more questions, or just go back and actually read some of the rambling posts that I’d avoided in the past. Because I couldn’t be the only person who had no idea what was going on and who that “damned man” was.

  Low curses and frustrated growls came from Reece’s room, making me laugh, but by the time Eli rang the doorbell, Reece was dressed and looked reasonably presentable. I thought he still had that sexy look of someone who’d been well fucked, but he wasn’t naked and we were both clean, so it was fine with me.

  As he opened the door, I stood back, hoping that the drama would be over. No such luck. Eli just threw himself at Reece, wailing and still hysterically emotional. “Preston fired Roman!”

  Shit.

  I was never going to get my lasagna.

  Chapter 18

  Reece

  Throwing myself down on the couch in a pretty good imitation of Eli, I sighed. “That was exhausting.”

  Houston plopped into his favorite oversized chair, nodding. “Agreed. You finally got him calmed down, though. I was very impressed.”

  Laughing, because he was honestly serious, I turned so I could see him better. “And you got your lasagna.”

  I thought Houston, with his firm voice and calming presence, was the only reason Eli had stopped losing his marbles. Houston, on the other hand, thought Eli was crazy and had said he’d just drawn a line in the sand to stop the insanity and drama.

  “Ages after I was promised it.” Houston frowned and glanced at the kitchen, glowering. “And he ate most of my leftovers.”

  There was at least one meal for later in the week, but I wasn’t going to say that. Forcing myself off the couch, I walked over and curled up on his lap. “I’ll make you something else good this week, so you’ll have lots of leftovers. We’ll pick out some of your favorite meals. How does that sound?”

  Houston’s arms tightened around me, and he pulled me close. “Perfect. As long as I actually get it, and that nut doesn’t go postal again.”

  Being at home every night without the constant need to run back to work sounded wonderful, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about the rest of it. “Well, with Roman gone, things should quiet down.”

  “You don’t sound particularly happy about that, Pet.” Houston’s hand came up to start absently caressing my hair, his tired voice coming across very confused. “He seemed absolutely miserable when he was talking about Roman.”

  “I know.” I sighed as the waves of stress started melting away under his touch. “Bu
t something about the way they looked at each other, and the sparks that didn’t just fly but exploded, made me think they were eventually going to work their shit out.”

  They’d been like one of those movie couples who just needed the right moment to see they were perfect for each other. Not that I was going to say that to Houston. He’d find out about my love of sappy movies at some point, but there was no reason to rush into explaining my obsession.

  Houston paused long enough to think about what I’d said before he responded, “Sometimes people have chemistry but just can’t function together. Whatever Roman’s problem is, Eli might be better off without him. The company is probably better off too.”

  Houston seemed to roll the idea around in his head, and I could feel him nodding as he thought through it all. “Yes, from what you both said, he’s a talented photographer, but anyone who’s causing that many problems in an office has to be costing the business somewhere. Time, labor dollars, lost opportunities, overall morale, and just inefficiency have to be taken into consideration.”

  “You might be right. I know that sales are up and traffic to the site is off the charts, but you could cut the tension with a knife the last couple of times they had to be in a room together.” I wasn’t familiar enough with the business to know how it would affect things. But it was still sad. “I just wanted them to be happy.”

  Closing my eyes, I forced my muscles to relax and tried to push away the stress that had compiled over the course of Eli’s impromptu visit. “I also wanted them to calm down and function, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards.”

  Houston snorted. “I’m not sure Eli would like anyone who was calm and functional.”

  I frowned, trying to see it from his perspective. “I don’t know. He responds to you when you use that Dom voice and tell him to stop losing his shit.”

  I’d been incredibly impressed when Eli had gone from hysterical to reasonably functional during the course of the phone call. It had even worked fairly well when Houston had finally had enough of the babbling drama queen who had thrown himself on the couch. Eli had been in full hysteria mode and hadn’t seen any reason to turn it off.

  Houston nodded, his chin brushing against my head. “Yes, but he also likes the fireworks and seems to feed off the passion.”

  That was the part that didn’t make sense. “I just can’t imagine that. They’re exhausting to watch; living it would be too stressful.”

  Houston kissed the top of my head, and his hand started rubbing slow circles on my back. “My thoughts exactly, but everyone needs something different.”

  “Well, I just need a Dom who’s calm, and gruff, and looks hot in panties.” I smiled as he laughed, his hand moving to cup my cheek.

  “Well, I just need a submissive with big brown eyes, a sexy built body with a tender heart, and who puts up with my insanity.” He leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips, barely touching them together.

  When he pulled back, I smiled, curling into him. “I guess it’s a good thing I found you.”

  “It is a very good thing, Pet.” His sweet words made me want to smile, but then they took a different turn than I was expecting. “Too many more disastrous roommates, and I might have done something drastic.”

  I elbowed his stomach. “So romantic.”

  Laughing, Houston nodded. “So romantic, in fact, I’m not even going to punish you for that.”

  That was no fun at all. “Well, what if your sub wants to be punished?”

  Houston’s smile turned wicked, and his voice dropped. “Then I’d have to give him exactly what he wanted.”

  His words sent a shiver down my spine. “Why does that sound more like a threat than a reward?”

  He gave a low chuckle. “Because you’re not only sexy, but smart as well.”

  Grinning, I turned my head so I could kiss his neck. “I’m smart enough to know when I’ve found the perfect man.”

  We had a long way to go and lots of little things I knew would come up. But just in the short time I’d known him, I’d found a steady and loving man who would do his best to give me everything he thought I needed.

  Even with all the funny little things that made him unique, he couldn't have been more perfect.

  “And I may need to be hit on the head with things occasionally, but when I learn a lesson, it sticks.” He gave me a hug, then leaned back so he could look down into my eyes. Giving me a tender, almost silly smile, he shrugged. “And you, Pet, are stuck with me.”

  “Going to go all stalker on me and keep me, huh?”

  “Absolutely. Until you know beyond a doubt that you love me.” Taking my mouth in another tender kiss, it felt like he was pouring everything he’d confessed and hinted at into me.

  Life could change on a dime, but I’d never have guessed a week ago, as I’d stared up at the gruff man who’d announced he was gay and wore panties and didn’t care what I thought, that I was meeting the man that I’d want to give everything to.

  My heart.

  My submission.

  My future.

  ~~~

  Don’t worry. Houston and Reece have a bonus chapter, but it’s at the end of the series because it has something special in it. You’ll see them again at the end of the second boxed set.

  Eli

  Leashes & Lace, Book 2

  Shaw Montgomery

  Published by Shaw Montgomery, 2018

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  ELI

  First edition. May 2018.

  Copyright 2018 Shaw Montgomery

  Written by Shaw Montgomery

  Chapter 1

  Roman

  Starting over sucked. Starting over because of a man was even worse. Moving clear across country to get away from the rumors and financial ruin made it almost unbearable. Having to hide the anger and the frustration was the hardest part. And I wasn’t even sure I was doing a very good job of it.

  Otherwise, I would have had the damned job by that point.

  “I think it’s going to be interesting.” That translated to boring and monotonous in my head. I was hoping the owner of Leashes and Lace didn’t hear it, though. Catalog photos, fuck. It wouldn’t matter if they were guys in lingerie. It was still boring.

  Preston was nodding, but the way he was analyzing me put me on edge. I needed the damned job, but he wasn’t giving me enough to work with to know if I was saying the right shit or not. Any monkey could have taken the photos.

  Why it was such a process to get hired, I wasn’t sure. My résumé should have spoken for itself without the need for all the hoops. Phone conversations, in-person interviews, and a portfolio review were ridiculous. It was twinks in panties, not priceless artwork. “It’s unique, and the way you do things will be a bit of a challenge. I’m looking forward to it.”

  That sounded sincere, right?

  Preston finally started speaking again. “I know we do things a little differently, but we’ve found that giving our customers a variety of shots and experiences with the lingerie helps it sell better. They can put themselves in the situations and pieces easier.”

  I got another one of his long, studious stares before he continued. “Each of our models prefers different setups and styles, so we have several photographers on retainer who come in at various times.”

  Then he shrugged as if he realized they did things very differently, but it looked like he didn’t really care that he was making things harder than they had to be. “We post everything from more typical photos that you’re probably thinking of, to actual bathroom mirror selfies. Some of our models prefer to do most of their work on video blogs where they show off the clothing and chat with the customers. It’s not conventional, but our brand has been built around taking tradition and turning it on its head.”

  That was the one part I could agree with—and the only reason I’d applied for the position at all.

  When my ex had blasted our pe
rsonal life, and his own brand of crazy, all over the internet, getting work had become almost impossible. I’d built a business around society events, as well as the portrait and still-life work that I preferred.

  A bowl of fruit didn’t argue or tell you that it wasn’t her good side.

  It hadn’t been glamorous or flashy, but I’d made a pretty good living at it. I hadn’t been required to work with high-maintenance models or other drama queens to make ends meet, and I’d been content. I was a damned good photographer.

  But my ex had fucked that all up when, in a slightly drunken drama queen moment, he’d decided to put our entire life out there in a rambling video that had put our sex life front and center on the more outrageous news outlets. I’d gone from being booked months in advance to nothing in just over twenty-four hours.

  When I’d gotten angry, he’d lost it and cleared out our savings account before disappearing. I’d come to find out that he’d thought it would be a great way to get into acting. Take a bit of internet fame, mix with someone hot and dramatic, and he should have found instant success.

  Instead, he’d just come off as unstable and creepy, and no one legitimate besides a random mention on TMZ touched it. It seemed like no one could decide if it was a weird BDSM relationship, or if he was some kind of battered boyfriend, and they weren’t willing to put their reputations on the line to find out.

  Well, he was crazy, and we had been in a weird BDSM relationship, but he wasn’t battered. He was just a brat who liked drama and spankings. I was the idiot who hadn’t been able to see past the sexy exterior to understand that there wasn’t anything besides drama underneath it.

  No more brats.

  No more drama queens looking for attention and spankings.

  No more giving anyone else access to my money.

  “Sometimes changing up what’s expected can be a good business plan. People see things very differently, so giving them more opportunities to see the same piece is probably helpful.” What else? What else? “And when they get to know the models and their temperaments, it makes the buying experience more personal.”