He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Sweetheart, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”

Chapter Nineteen

Keith tossed the sandwiches, because they’d been sitting out on the counter for five hours at that point. Instead, he got Noel cleaned up and cuddled, naked except for the cuffs and collar, in a blanket on the sofa before he put a frozen pizza into the oven.

On his phone he found a slew of text messages from Scott, asking how everything was going.

He thought about it. This wasn’t a convo he wanted to have in text.

Everything’s copacetic. We’ll talk later. Be My good boy.

Scott responded almost immediately with a smiley face.

After he got the pizza out of the oven and sliced, he brought it and a can of parmesan cheese out to the living room, and a couple of glasses of iced tea for them.

She snuggled against him. “Well, that escalated quickly,” she joked.

He couldn’t help laughing. He slung an arm around her shoulders and drew her in, cuddling her, kissing the top of her head. “Regrets already?”

“No…Sir.”

Fuck. Despite the marathon sex that day, his cock wanted to stir again.

No. Down, boy. Stay.

They really needed to talk.

Actual talking talk, not talking that quickly devolved into more hot, delicious sex.

Although, to be honest, the sex had been really hot, and not just because he’d been able to let his Dominant out of its cage and unleash on her in a way he’d almost been reluctant to do sometimes with Scott.

Ragey, angry murderfucking…very hot. Check.

“I feel like I owe you an apology,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because we really didn’t talk. We sort of did things backward. I prefer negotiations first. And I take the blame for that.”

“Yeah? Well, don’t. I’m an adult.” She looked up at him. “I’m not complaining. Seriously. I could have stopped you at any time. As long as you weren’t just bullshitting in there when you said all that stuff.”

No, he definitely hadn’t been doing that. “No bullshit. I meant every word.” He stared down into her brown eyes, her earnest gaze.

The hope now residing there, something that hadn’t been there that morning.

That morning, she’d looked miserable. Hopeless. The same look she’d worn since he’d met her.

Now…she looked beautiful and at ease.

He leaned in and gently, tenderly kissed her. “It won’t all be whips and pain, either.” He stroked her cheek. “Just sometimes.”

“I’ve wanted a baby,” she whispered, sounding close to tears. “I really have. But when I’d talk to Scott about it before, he never committed, always had a reason. Then…”

She didn’t continue.

“Then he admitted he was gay and you were afraid to have one with him,” he said.

She nodded.

He cupped her chin first, his hand sliding down, around her throat, resting there but not squeezing.

Protective.

Possessive.

“I’ve wanted kids, but was afraid I’d never have any of my own unless I adopted or hired a surrogate.”

“I have another condition,” she said.

He actually felt relieved by that, afraid this train was going too fast, a runaway. “What condition?”

“You both have to be in the delivery room with me. And you have to help with diapers and stuff.”

He couldn’t contain his laugh. “Seriously?”

She nodded, his humor draining away as he studied her expression.

“You are serious, aren’t you? You really don’t care if it’s mine or Scott’s.”

“No, Sir,” she said. “I don’t care. That breeding fantasy sounded fine by me.”

His mouth went dry. “You and I need to get to know each other a lot better.”

Now she smirked. “I let you pierce my nipples. I think we’re good.”

“I’m serious.” His hand never left her throat. “I’m not just in this for fun and games. I’m in this for life.”

“I know,” she said. “I envied Scott because I could see it in your face when you’d look at him. I could see how much you loved him. It broke my heart because I knew he loved you back, and I couldn’t get between you two. If you can feel even a fraction of that for me, and I can still have Scott as my husband, then I’m good. Just promise to never make us break up.”

He leaned in again, still holding her throat, and kissed her. Gently, tenderly. “I promise,” he whispered. “I will never make you two break up. I told you, I take good care of what’s mine. And from now on, you and Scott both belong to me.”

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”

He released her throat and tightly held her. “Holy crap,” he said, his chin rubbing against the top of her head. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”

“Too late to back out now, Sir,” she said, sounding amused. “You broke it, you bought it.”

“Broke it?”

“Well, broke it in. My ass,” she added. “You just ruined me for any straight guy by taking charge and giving me what I needed. Not just by fucking my ass. I meant all of it. Especially the way you took charge.”

A hot image filled his mind. Of Scott, naked and on his back, holding his legs up and open while Noel pegged him and gave him a hand job. All while he fucked her sweet ass and reached around her, holding the Hitachi against her clit.

His cock stirred.

Fuck.

“I don’t know, baby,” he said. “Maybe you’re the one who ruined me for any other gay guy.”

* * * *

They talked after they finished the pizza.

And talked.

And taallked…

When her phone rang, where it was sitting on the coffee table, she reached over, looked at it, and started to sit back without answering. “It’s Scott.”

He reached over, picked it up, hit answer, and held it to her ear.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said, her face heating at the stern expression on Keith’s face.

“Hey,” Scott said. “How’s everything going?”

“Okay.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Keith arched an eyebrow at her, an evil smile filling his face as he made her take the phone and dropped to his knees in front of her on the floor.

“You sound weird,” Scott said. “Are you okay?”

Keith pulled the blanket aside, where she was naked beneath it, and shoved her knees apart. His gaze never wavered from hers.

“Yeah. Just the storm has me jumpy.”

He hooked his hands around her ass and pulled her forward on the couch, her legs dangling over his shoulders.

“Is everything okay between you and Keith?”

Keith dug his fingers into her ass as he buried his face in her pussy, sucking hard on her clit and nearly making her scream before he eased up and started flicking it with his tongue.

“Everything’s…fine,” she said, hoping she sounded reasonably normal.

“Look, he texted me earlier that…well, you were drunk and hitting on him. If something happened between you two, it’s okay. I told him I’m okay with it.”

She stared down at Keith, who was looking up at her again even as his tongue flicked her clit.

“We’re good,” she said.

Keith lifted his head. “Tell him what I’m doing to you right now, girl.”

She swallowed hard.

“Was that Keith?” Scott asked.

“Yes,” she squeaked as Keith lowered his mouth to her clit again, his eyes still boring into hers.

“What’d he say? I couldn’t hear him.”

“He told me to tell you,” she whispered.

There was a long pause before Scott responded. “Tell me what?”

“What he’s doing.”

“What’s he doing?”

Her breath caught in her throat, her gaze locked with Keith’s. “He’s between my legs,” she whispered. “I’m sitting on the couch, and he’s on the floor between my legs, licking my clit.”

“Holy shit,” Scott whispered. “What happened today? I’m good with it, but what happened?”