Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ford had no idea what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. He and Erin planned today’s session on purpose. They also left the blinds open with the hope that Dylan would see them.
The other night, after dinner and sex, they laid in bed discussing how they could convince Dylan to join them. Since the three of them all wanted each other, it only made sense to do it as a throuple and not individual couples.
However, Dylan might not see it that way.
Of course, Erin once again expressed her concern. “My worry is that if our plan doesn’t work and this ends up as a messy triangle, the easy relationship you and I have could be destroyed.”
“Don’t let it.”
She rolled her eyes at his response. “Yes, because words are always stronger than emotions.”
Ford now realized, after seeing the expression on Dylan’s face when he closed the blinds, her apprehension the other night was certainly valid. This plan could either work or go horribly wrong. In the end, they decided it was a risk both were willing to take.
He took his time releasing Erin, making sure her extremities weren’t numb, cleaning her up, then using ointment to soothe the raised, red stripes on her ass. He also watched her down his required bottle of water.
After helping her dress, he pulled her into an embrace, palmed her ass and squeezed. “Does it still burn?” he asked when she flinched.
“A little.”
He squeezed again, more gently this time. “Good. That means every time you sit for the next few hours, you’ll think of me and what I did to you.”
A soft smile filled her face. “That I will.”
“I think I’ll cane you next time instead of using the crop. I might even do your back and thighs.”
She pulled in a shuddered breath. Not from fear but excitement. “I think the crop was the right decision today, though. It left just enough of a mark on me for him to see it.”
To not only see it, but Ford was sure Dylan would have a strong opinion on it. “Will you talk to him?”
“Yes, but not today.” She glanced toward the door. “Do you think he’s still out there?”
“Not sure. It depends on his reaction to what he saw. He had no idea you were into impact play, right?”
“I didn’t tell him. Just like he didn’t tell me he was bi.”
When she chewed on her bottom lip, he pulled back and stared into her face. “What?”
“Should I feel bad about this whole plan?”
“No. He’s a big boy. Me thinks him coming up with this adult resort idea means he’s done a lot of naughty things with a lot of naughty people. He can handle what we did.” He paused as he considered what could happen if Dylan decided he didn’t want a threesome with them. “Even if the three of us don’t end up playing together, would you stop being with me if he forced you to choose?”
She shook her head. “You’ve been my rock when you didn’t need to be. In contrast, he ran off for bigger and better things, leaving me behind. At the time, that made me feel small and unworthy. I know better now, but even so, I’m not giving you up, Ford, not even for Dylan.”
That was the answer he hoped to hear. “It’s the same for me.”
“What if he has no interest in what we want?”
“Then we would have to decide if separate relationships between us would work. Or if it would destroy our individual relationships like you mentioned the other night.”
“I don’t want him to get hurt by this whole idea.”
“I don’t want him to get hurt, either. Hell, I don’t want any of us to get hurt. This is about pleasure, not pain.”
Her lips tipped up. “Well…”
Ford chuckled. “You know what I mean. Welcomed pain can be very pleasurable, as you know.”
“Just ask my ass cheeks,” she teased and pulled out of his arms. “Okay, I think our time is up for this room. We can’t continue to hog it.”
Plus, the cleaning crew would need to come in and do their thing before the next guests used it.
The extensive cleaning crew was just one “department” at the resort giving locals much-needed jobs. Employment around the area was limited and nobody liked to drive an hour to State College if they could avoid it, especially in winter, unless the position paid extremely well. Not even professors wanted that kind of commute to Penn State University’s main campus.
In the short amount of time between conception and opening, the ranch was definitely helping out the local economy. A positive in Ford’s view but, no surprise, not to everyone. Some of the more prudish residents of Fisher Falls were vocal about the resort being immoral once they found out the truth behind the all-adult “vacation” destination.
Ford unlocked the door and swung it open. “I can walk you to your car, if you—” He swallowed the rest of his offer the second he spotted his boss leaning against the wall nearby.
Waiting.
With his face unreadable and his arms crossed over his chest.
Erin went up on her toes, kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’ll talk to you later.” She stepped out into the hallway, gave her former high school sweetheart a nod and a calm, “Dylan.”
“Erin,” he ground out in response, but that was all. His eyes landed on Ford and stayed there.
When Ford began to follow Erin out, Dylan stopped him with, “Ford, you can wait. I need to have a word with you.”
Was their plan working, or would it backfire, and he’d end up with a fist to the face?
“Sure,” he murmured and noticed Erin gave him a quick, wide-eyed glance before heading outside. He turned his attention back to his boss. “What’s up?”
Dylan’s nostrils flared as he tipped his head toward the open doorway. “In there. Where no one will overhear us.”
This definitely could go either way.
Ford turned and headed back into room six. The lingering smell of sex, as well as the ointment, filled his nostrils. It was almost enough to make him hard again.
While he expected Dylan to shut the door, what he didn’t expect to hear was the turn of the lock. He turned to face Dylan. “So, what’s up?”
“You really have to ask that?”
Ford shrugged. “You’re already aware that Erin and I hook up, so it can’t be that.”
Dylan’s jaw shifted. “I discovered something else today.”
“That having the playrooms will help make your resort a success?” Ford didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm.
Neither did Dylan. “Not if my employees use them instead of the guests.”
“I waited until the last minute to book this one.”
“I’ll take it that you had Erin on standby, then.”
“We were at her place when I pulled up the schedule online on a whim.” Of course, that wasn’t quite true. Booking the playroom was hardly an impulse, it was part of the plan. However, he did wait to make sure a guest didn’t want the room first. “What did you discover?”
“You like beating a woman’s ass.”
Why did he make that sound like a bad thing when in reality, done right, it was the opposite?
Ford shrugged. “Man. Woman. Doesn’t matter to me.”
“Are you saying that Erin isn’t special to you?”
“Erin’s very special to me. As I am to her. I didn’t beat her, as you put it, or force her onto that spanking bench. As you witnessed, she’s into it.” She was into a lot more than that, but he’d let Dylan find that out for himself. “And as you saw, she walked out of here satisfied.”
Dylan took a step closer, edging in on Ford’s personal space, but he didn’t move away and instead, stood his ground.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” Ford repeated with confusion. “Are you asking me if I like impact play?”
“I’m asking if what you do to her gets you off,” Dylan growled impatiently.
“You couldn’t tell? I fucked her hard and filled her with my cum.” Again. “Sounds like a satisfying experience to me.”
Dylan’s tight jaw flexed.
“You know, you don’t have to be jealous about what Erin and I have. You could have the same.”
The resort owner’s dark blond eyebrows pinched together. “What do you mean?”
Time to plant the seed… “You could always join us.”
Those eyebrows took a deep dive. “What do you mean, join you? Erin would never agree to that.”
Huh. “It’s been a long time since you two dated, boss, you have no idea what she would agree to.”
Was the man grinding his teeth over him calling him that? The truth was, Dylan was Ford’s boss, whether he liked the title or not. Maybe he just didn’t like it coming from Ford since he did kind of put a cocky spin to it.
“And why would you think I want you?”
“I don’t know… maybe that steel pipe in your pants?” Ford tipped his head toward the very noticeable erection straining against Dylan’s zipper. “It’s been almost a half hour since I closed those blinds, so I know it’s not from seeing Erin trussed up, a gag in her mouth and getting fucked so hard she squirted all over my cock.”
Dylan’s shoulders pulled back and he spun away. It was clear that he was angry with himself for having that reaction. He might swing both ways but maybe he was struggling with it.
Or it could be the fact that he wanted Erin to himself.
There was one way to find out. “Have you kept your sexuality a secret from your family?”
Dylan turned back and went toe-to-toe with him. His hazel eyes were sharp and filled with tenacity. “My family doesn’t need to know my preferences, just like I don’t need to know theirs.”
Ford had no idea what cologne the man wore, but he always smelled so damn good. Even after working in the barn or riding his favorite horse, Rebel. “I assume that means you’d prefer to keep what happens in this room between the two of us?”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
“You tell me. You’re the boss. Do I need to fuck you to keep my job?” Of course, Ford was baiting him on purpose, but he needed that planted seed to take root. This was only the first step to convincing the man into a threesome.
“You’re not going to fuck me, Ford.” He leaned in even closer until they were almost nose-to-nose. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Ford’s heart did a tumble. What Dylan proposed wasn’t on Ford’s agenda today, so he needed to respectfully decline that invitation. With regrets, of course. “I’m not a bottom.”
One side of Dylan’s mouth pulled up. “Today you will be.”
“Only if I wanted you to fuck me. Who says I do?”
Dylan tipped his head toward Ford’s erection. “That steel pipe in your pants.”
“Busted,” he muttered. His ass would be, too, if he allowed Dylan to fuck him. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end, and he also wasn’t prepared. “That just indicates I want to fuck you .” Dylan fucking him was not part of the plan he and Erin discussed.
“I’m not interested in anything you have to offer, Ford.”
“Except my ass and my girl.”
Dylan’s chest expanded when he pulled in a deep breath through flared nostrils. “ Your girl?”
“Well, between the two of us, I’m the only one fucking her, so doesn’t that make her mine?” He was not only pushing Dylan, Ford was also pushing his luck.
He really didn’t need a fist to the face.
“But you’ll share her with me?”
Ford shrugged. “I’m not greedy.”
“What if I don’t want to share her with you?”
“Then, I’d say you are greedy.”
“I’m pretty fucking greedy,” Dylan acknowledged. “When I see what I want, I go for it. Unfortunately, you’re standing in my way.”
“That problem could be easily solved.”
“By you no longer being a cock block?”
“Like I said, you’re invited to join us. You’re as hard for me as you are for her. You might not want to admit it, but the proof is…” Ford’s eyes flicked downward. “Obvious.”
“You’re saying, if I want Erin, you’re a package deal? Does she know you’re negotiating her sex life for her?”
“By your comment, I’ll take it you’re only interested in having sex with her and nothing more. Sounds like you’re the one who doesn’t see her as special.”
“Bullshit. I didn’t say that.”
“You’ve been out of her life for a very long time, boss. Do you think you know the real Erin anymore? She’s no longer a teenager and neither are you.”
“I’m well aware of that fact.”
“I’m sure you are after what you witnessed in this room.”
Dylan ignored that. “I guess I have to go through you to get to her.”
“Clean your ears out, I said you can join us. I realize that a threesome can be a little overwhelming?—”
“Shut up.”
Ford did not shut up, in fact, he continued. “At first, but I’m willing to walk you through it. Don’t feel intimidated. It’s simply two dicks, three mouths and assholes, six hands and one very juicy pussy.”
“I told you to shut up.”
Ford knew he was playing with fire and could be seriously burned, but if what he was doing worked out, it could be good for all three of them. One side of his mouth pulled up in a cocky grin and he said something he hadn’t said since elementary school, “Make me.”
When Dylan’s intense hazel eyes focused on Ford’s lips, he licked them.
Without warning, Dylan grasped both sides of Ford’s face, jerked him closer and crashed their mouths together. When his tongue demanded entrance, Ford didn’t deny it. He’d be a fool to do so because he wanted this man.
However, what he wanted and what he would get were two different things. The anger and frustration had to be due to Dylan repressing his bisexuality.
It wasn’t a sexy kiss. It was combative. Even so, his boss made Ford’s blood rush, his cock hard, his balls ache for relief and he refused to be submissive simply because Dylan wanted him to be.
No damn way.
Their tongues fought for control. Wrestled for power. Neither wanted to give in and both wanted to be the victor.
The second Dylan pushed Ford’s tongue out of his mouth, Ford clamped down on Dylan’s bottom lip with his teeth. He was careful at first but since this seemed to be a battle, he bit down. Hard.
Dylan fisted Ford’s hair and yanked it to free himself. Once Ford released him, the resort owner pulled away, panting. He wiped the back of his hand over his bleeding bottom lip and growled, “Is that how you want to play it?”
“Do you want to fuck or make love?” Ford asked him.
“Fuck.”
“Then, yes, that’s how I want to play it.”
“I like a challenge.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Ford warned.
“What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t have one.” He never needed one since he wasn’t usually on the receiving end, whether during sex or a scene.
“Since nobody should enter these rooms without one, now you do. It’s peanut butter.”
“That’s two words.”
“So is ‘get naked.’”