Chapter 31
“The problem is—” Ford stopped mid-sentence. He didn’t want to pressure Dylan to reveal his feelings before he was ready, but moving in together would be a big step. One to be taken seriously. Especially if both he and Erin sold their homes and moved onto the ranch. Ford needed more than simply being involved in an exclusive relationship.
This would be putting down actual roots. Declaring to the world that they were in a committed polyamorous relationship and didn’t care what other people thought about it.
It would also be building a “family.”
Erin said years ago she would want children someday. Would she want to have them with Dylan and Ford? How would that even work? That would be another serious, but necessary, discussion.
The reality was, children raised in an unconventional relationship could get bullied. Whose last name would they take? Who would be the actual biological father… Would they care who? This was something they needed to figure out before jumping in with both feet. Or three pairs of feet.
He was up for it, and he knew Erin would be, too, but he first needed to hear something from Dylan the man hadn’t shared yet.
“What’s the problem?” Dylan prodded with a frown.
“The sex is great, right?” Ford asked.
“Of course,” both Dylan and Erin said simultaneously.
“It might have been a bit bumpy in the beginning but now everything between us has fallen into place, right?”
Again, Dylan and Erin both answered, “Yes.”
Ford focused on Erin. “You love me, darlin’, as much as I love you, right?”
She quickly picked up on where he was leading this conversation. “You know I do.”
“Do you love Dylan just as much?”
Dylan stared at her with his expression completely blank as he waited for her answer. She met the man’s eyes and said with complete confidence, “Of course I do.”
“You never said as much,” Dylan whispered, his eyes and expression softening.
“I was worried if I told you, you’d feel pressured to say it back, whether true or not.”
Dylan scraped a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize… Shit. Were you two waiting on me?”
“Like Erin said, we didn’t want to pressure you. But yes, we were waiting on you,” Ford confirmed. Holy shit , this felt good to get off his chest.
Dylan appeared floored. “You love me?”
Once this was out, there was no taking it back. He made sure to meet Dylan’s gaze head-on when he admitted, “I do.”
Dylan closed his eyes and whispered, “Thank fuck.”
Ford chuckled. “ That’s your response?”
“Hell yes! You two kept telling each other but neither of you said it to me. I was beginning to think I was the third wheel, which was my fear in the beginning.”
“What?” Erin exclaimed. “Really? Then why would you ask us to move in with you?”
“I was hoping you’d both eventually feel the same way.”
“Dylan…” Erin breathed.
“I guess I was wrong,” Dylan added with a grin.
“You were. We both love you,” Erin revealed. “And yes, I would love to live with both of my men. A house we can turn into our very own home would be wonderful.”
“One with more privacy,” Ford added his stipulation.
He never expected to be in this position. Exclusive. Committed. In love. He mentally shook his head. In love with two people who loved him back. And planning a future with them.
“We’ll build it farther away from the lodge,” Dylan assured him. “And my siblings.”
“I’ll miss Dani’s breakfasts, though,” Ford complained. That and Dylan’s extensive toy collection were the bright spots of staying in the farmhouse. Of course, the toy collection would go with them.
Ford would also add to it with his own extensive collection. Hell , they could design their own private dungeon.
Damn. He was suddenly liking the idea of building a home somewhere on the ranch and getting rid of his house in town better and better.
The three of them could work, live and play together on the ranch. Even raise a family if they wanted.
“No one said we can’t stop here in the mornings before work,” Dylan said. “Problem solved.”
“Oh, now that’s a plan.”
“I also have ideas of my own if we build from scratch,” Ford told them.
“I can’t wait to hear them. I might be the architect, but like I said earlier, I want all three of us involved in the design.”
“Look how easy it was to sort out our lives,” Erin half-joked, “once we all got on the same page.”
“It won’t be easy, but we’ll make it work,” Dylan admitted.
That was the truth. And a little work never hurt anybody, but Ford had no doubt, the end result would be worth it.
Erin was splayed out on her back sideways with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress. Dylan had one hand squeezing her breast tightly and the other clutching the front of her arched throat. He couldn’t hear her groans but could feel the vibrations as Ford ate her pussy so enthusiastically, he acted like he’d never get that chance again. Despite the fact he would. Often.
Her groans, moans and whimpers were inaudible because Dylan was shoving his cock deep enough, he was practically fucking her throat. The only time they were giving her a break was during the few moments it took for the men to switch places.
They’d done it four times already, during which she came twice.
Both her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and those leather cuffs were attached to a metal bar designed to keep her legs spread wide. Not that she needed it, she would voluntarily keep her legs open for orgasms.
But that wasn’t the point.
For her cuffed wrists to reach the spreader bar, she was forced to hold her legs up in the air. And those legs were now trembling so badly, the bed was shaking. She was either getting tired from keeping them up or it was the result of her intense climaxes. Or it could be a combination of the two.
Either way, he was sure Ford was ready to move on, as neither wanted to come yet and Dylan was already teetering dangerously. He could only imagine Ford had been struggling with the same when standing in Dylan’s current spot.
Dylan already established his role as Dom tonight, so everything that happened would be up to him.
While he no longer minded bottoming for Ford, he still preferred to be “The Boss.” Surprisingly, that title had grown on him, though Erin still called him Sir during scenes, despite Dylan now technically being her boss, too.
“Imp.” It took a few tries before Dylan came up with a pet name he liked for Ford, but now that he found one, he used it often.
When Ford responded by lifting his head, Dylan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his glistening lips and Erin’s arousal clinging to his dark beard. He quickly slipped free from Erin’s mouth because seeing that amazing sight was almost his downfall. And that wouldn’t be such a stellar “boss move.”
“Switch, Boss?”
Dylan shook his head. “We’re going to change things up.”
“Should I remove the spreader?”
Dylan debated silently, trying to figure out the best position for what he planned next. He already knew what they were about to do would be his undoing. As it would be for Erin and Ford. He now knew their bodies and responses almost as well as his own.
Dylan rounded the bed and eyed up Ford’s bare ass. “No, leave it on our good girl, but arrange her face down, ass up, with her head at the top of the bed.”
The men exchanged glances for a moment before Ford quickly dropped his gaze and nodded. “Yes, Boss.”
“You’re such a good boy,” he whispered as Ford quickly arranged Erin to Dylan’s liking. “Show me her pretty pink pussy.”
Ford spread her wide, thumbing her clit while he did so. “She’s ready for your cock, Boss.”
“It’s an amazing sight, for sure. However, I’m not fucking her, you are.”
“And you will be…”
And there was why the nickname Imp fit him. He still liked to push Dylan to get a reaction.
“Not questioned,” Dylan reminded him. “Unless you want to be punished. And if I have to punish you, you won’t get to come in that pussy.”
Ford’s eyes flared at the warning.
“Get on your knees behind her. While you’re fucking her doggy style, I’ll be doing the same to you.”
That spark in his dark brown eyes turned into a full-blown bonfire.
“Make sure your knees are on that spreader bar, too.” That would surely be uncomfortable for him.
“Yes, Boss.” Ford got into place.
“Do not fuck her until I give you permission,” Dylan warned as he grabbed the bottle of lube off the electric warmer kept by the bed. He had spotted it when ordering more toys for the resort and figured they’d give it a try. They loved it, so he bought one for all of the guests’ rooms, cabins and the playrooms.
He lubed up his own cock as he headed back to the foot of the bed, carrying the bottle and a hand towel with him.
Erin certainly didn’t need any lube, but Ford sure would. “Spread yourself for me.”
Already on his knees, Ford pulled his ass cheeks apart and exposed himself.
So damn hot. How did he get so lucky that he ended up with a sexy man like Ford and an amazing woman like Erin? Especially after he thought he lost Erin forever when he left all those years ago. He’d never been so happy to be wrong.
His life might’ve taken a few wrong turns—Whose didn’t?—but all those turns formed a circle, leading him back where he would’ve been if he hadn’t left in the first place. Only, he had no doubt that life ended up a lot better than it would’ve if he hadn’t.
He wasn’t a fan of the saying, “ Things happen for a reason ,” but in this case it was true.
After lubing two fingers up generously, he worked them in and out of Ford, making him groan and tip his ass up even more.
Oh yes. Ford no longer minded bottoming for Dylan, either. It was proof they were willing to compromise for the right person.
Ford and Erin were his people. And he was theirs.
He was so damn happy and content, he sometimes worried that everything was too good to be true.
Stop it. Enjoy what you’ve built here. A very successful, profitable business and a very successful, loving relationship. Both of which he hoped would last forever.
And in case they didn’t, he needed to appreciate and enjoy every moment given to him.
A groaned, “Please, Boss,” pulled him out of his head and back into the bedroom.
“Steady, Imp.” He lined up the blunt head of his cock after sliding it over Ford’s slippery hole a few times. Then without any resistance, he entered his lover easily, pausing a second or two to let Ford adjust around him. Also for Dylan to rein himself in. “Good?”
“Yes, Boss.”
He sounded perfectly fine. “Then, you know what to do.”
Dylan stayed planted deep inside Ford as the other man shifted forward, lining his own cock up with Erin’s slick cunt.
“Tell him how much you want him, darlin’,” Dylan ordered her. “Beg him to fuck you. I don’t want you holding anything back. He needs to hear you. As do I.”
She complied. “Please fuck me.”
“Louder.”
“Please, please fuck me, Ford.”
“You want his cock in your pussy while I fuck him?”
“I do, Sir.” Her breath caught. “I want him to fill me up at the same time you fill him.” A shudder ripped through her.
“Are you ready?” Dylan asked next.
“I want him to fill my pussy with his cock and his cum.”
Dylan’s fingers flexed on Ford’s hip. “I think that pretty pussy needs to be spanked first.”
She sucked in a breath and released it in a rush. “Yes, please.”
It turned out that Erin loved her pussy being punished as much as her ass, so they began to incorporate it on a regular basis. It made her labia swell and become more sensitive, as well as her clit. It was also a sure way to get her sopping wet.
Doing it not only turned both Ford and Dylan on, so did watching her reaction. Sometimes she would actually orgasm solely from it.
They’d tested doing it with various impact toys, starting off gently and increasing the power of each spank until she was edging close to her limit. Tonight, they used no toys other than the spreader bar and cuffs so Ford would have to use his hand.
Dylan heard the first strike instead of seeing it because he was busy drawing a line down the back of Ford’s neck with his tongue. “Do it again.” At the nape, he sank in his teeth and listened to the next stinging bare-handed slap accompanied by her whimper.
Dylan released Ford’s flesh and glanced up in the mirror to get a better view. “Is he doing it how you want it, darlin’?”
“I want it harder, Sir.”
Well then… “You heard our good girl. One more time and make it hurt,” he murmured into Ford’s ear at the same time reaching around him, cupping his balls and squeezing. “Look how shiny her pussy is right now. Smack it hard.”
Ford had initially tensed when Dylan grabbed his sack, but after a second, he melted back against Dylan and slapped Erin’s pussy so sharply that even Dylan felt it, causing her to cry out, but not in pain.
“Enough, Imp. She got what she wanted. Now I’ll take what’s mine. Line yourself up.”
Since Dylan’s cock was still inside him, he shifted with Ford as he quickly got into position, pressing the head of his cock at Erin’s entrance.
“Give her your cock.”
Dylan didn’t need to repeat that order. With a quick thrust, Ford filled her pussy and immediately began to move. He started out slow, like they normally did until they were in sync. Once they were, Dylan stayed in place and let his Imp do the work to get them both off.
Every time Ford pushed forward, Dylan’s cock came dangerously close to pulling out completely. When Ford pulled back, Dylan was driven deeper into his ass. Eventually, it got to the point where Ford was slamming into Erin to give her his cock and then slamming back into Dylan to take his.
The movement reminded him of the pendulum desk toy Dayne kept on his desk with the swinging metal balls that smacked together.
Dylan set his jaw and forced himself to stay in place while letting Ford go at his own pace. But surprisingly, his movements were getting more frantic and out of control. So unlike Ford.
Being a Dom, the man was well-versed in keeping tight control, but recently he started to let that control go when taking the submissive role and used his instincts instead.
Beads of sweat appeared at Ford’s temple and Dylan licked them away. He had to be close to breaking.
He reached around, snagged both of Ford’s nipples and twisted, causing the man’s hips to stutter.
“Don’t stop,” Dylan growled against his skin. “You do, I won’t allow you to come. Then you’ll disappoint her by not giving her what she begged for. She wants your cum deep inside her and you want to give her that, don’t you?”
Ford panted out a ragged, “Yes, Boss.”
Goosebumps broke out all over Ford when Dylan whispered, “Good boy.” He dragged his lips over Ford’s damp shoulder. “So damn good.”
“I want to please you both, Boss.”
“Of course you do. But to please her, she needs to come before you do. So make sure you don’t fuck that up.”
Ford was just as much a pro at taking directions as giving them. That made him the perfect switch. Dylan doubted he was as good, but he was working toward it.
I want to please you both. Dylan wanted to do the same. Erin did, too.
He started out being selfish over Erin, jealous of Ford’s relationship with her. That had definitely changed. Even so, he still didn’t want to share her with strangers. The night they watched a guest have sex with her quickly hammered home the fact that she was theirs and no one else’s. And if she didn’t want to share Ford and Dylan with anyone else, she only had to say the word and they would respect that wish. She might be a submissive, but she still had a say.
They all did.
Respect. Trust. Communication. All necessary for their success.
Ford continued with his intense and powerful thrusts, pounding into Erin and slamming back into Dylan until finally…
Erin cried out and tensed as an orgasm ripped through her once more.
Ford’s knees had to be screaming by now as he knelt on that metal bar. Now that she came, he was fucking her no holds barred at the same time impaling himself on Dylan’s cock.
Fuck. Was Ford trying to make him come too soon? Because that was about to happen.
But the hitch in Ford’s hips, his labored breathing and his knuckles turning white as he clutched Erin’s hips meant one thing…
The man was about to come undone.
Thank fuck.
“Can I come, Boss?” Ford tagged on a desperate, “ Please .”
“The second you fill her pussy, I’m going to fill your ass,” Dylan forced between clenched jaws.
He gave Ford’s nipples one last hard tweak, then followed him with the final thrust as Ford drove deep into Erin one more time and came hard with a long, low grunt. His orgasm pulsed around Dylan’s cock, causing him to explode, his balls emptying deep inside Ford.
Every time he came inside Ford, it was more than sexual relief. He was possessing Ford, marking him as Dylan’s.
That was so damn satisfying.
He pressed a cheek against Ford’s back as they both stayed curled over Erin, but Ford was holding his own weight as well as Dylan’s. When Ford trembled from the effort to keep from crushing her with their combined weight, Dylan forced himself upright and pulled free, letting Ford do the same.
He wiped himself off with the nearby hand towel and offered it to Ford to do the same. They both worked as a team to unbuckle Erin’s leather cuffs and put the spreader bar aside.
Once they were completely cleaned up, they all fell back to the bed and tangled their limbs together to bask in the “afterglow.”
The best part? No one had to say a word.
Dylan’s eye shifted to Erin to see her eyes closed, a soft smile curving her lips and her features relaxed.
Totally content.
Once again, they made her come undone.
He then glanced at Ford, who gave him a slight chin jerk.
They shared a grin, interlocked their fingers together, then both of them pressed a kiss to her forehead.
His father’s death might have ended one chapter in Dylan’s life, but it also created a new beginning.