Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal [Awakenings 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (34 page)

Sophia

The new season of shows had officially kicked off. For me, that meant another round of parties where people fawned over Drew and I watched. This time, though, I had Neal by my side. Soon he’d be in the center of an adoring crowd, but for now, he was all mine.

One month, Neal had said. That date was quickly approaching. It would be here in less than forty-eight hours. I gripped his arm and pulled him closer.

“Are your things packed, or should I hire a moving service?”

He treated me to a soft, slow grin. “Mistress, given the fact that I spend pretty much every minute I’m not working at your house, why would you think I have anything left to move?”

I shrugged. His clothing was split between my closet and Drew’s. We were going to have to remodel so that the master suite had spaces for three people. “Furniture?”

“I have a bed in my aunt’s basement. Did you want me to bring my own?”

He had that teasing glint in his eye, a side of him that he’d been showing more often. I liked it. On impulse, I rose to my toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “The bed Drew is having made is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. It’ll be set up by the time we return.”

Patches of a blush began a journey up his neck. It contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. “There was nothing wrong with the old one, you know.”

“The old one didn’t have good places to tie up a submissive. The new one does.”

“Mistress…”

I’d found that Neal did, in fact, like bondage. It intensified the scene and helped him get to subspace. Through the writings in his notebook, we had explored his feelings with regard to bondage. He hadn’t wanted to turn over that much power to anybody, and so in his head, he’d convinced himself that it didn’t do anything special.

We didn’t tie him up frequently, but when we did, we always made sure to leave enough time for proper aftercare. Neal needed to be held, reassured, and loved.

I smiled up at him, feline possessiveness no doubt making it a little feral. “Yes, Neal?”

He shook his head, but his eyes shone brilliantly. “I love you.”

I wanted to do more than kiss him.

Drew appeared behind Neal. “You two look good enough to eat.”

My husband had been in New York for two days, and then he’d been scheduled to fly down to Miami for this party. Neal had held down the fort at Sensual Secrets, and he’d kept me company in bed. He and I had flown down to Florida to meet Drew at this party.

Tomorrow, we were going to drive to Samantha’s house to meet with her, Stefano, and Alexei about Elysium. We’d lowered our offering price, and the owners had countered. The updates we needed to make would cost more than twice what we’d budgeted for them, and that money had to come from somewhere.

I cupped Drew’s cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

Neal studied Drew’s lips hungrily. “I’ve missed you too, Chef.”

“I know a place,” Drew said. “The employee break room should be clear until after dinner service.”

I giggled and glanced at Neal. “I think I’ve heard that story before.”

“He’s right,” Neal chimed in. “I was only there that day because I’d forgotten to hang up my jacket. I ended up throwing it over the back of a chair.”

We followed Drew to the location he’d selected. It was deserted. Drew pushed Neal against a wall and me against Neal. He locked his lips onto Neal’s. Sandwiched in the middle, I watched them tangle tongues for a few seconds, and then I massaged Drew’s cock through his pants.

Neal’s hands roamed Drew’s body as I unzipped Drew’s slacks. Together, we lifted out his cock. Neal lifted me, and I guided Drew inside. He fucked me hard and fast, frantic after our time apart. Neal swallowed my moans with his kisses, though he didn’t get them all because he alternated between serving Drew’s demands and mine.

Stiffening in Neal’s arms, I came. Drew’s climax followed. He slipped out of me and collapsed against us, squishing me into Neal’s body.

Before long, Drew staggered back. He dropped onto a folding chair. “Neal, I want to watch you with Sophie. Make your Mistress come again.”

“Yes, Chef.”

Neal kissed me, trailing his hot mouth down my neck. He shoved aside the bodice of my dress to access my breasts, and he whirled so that he held me up against the wall. I groped him, fondling him through his slacks. When I could stand it no longer, I grabbed a handful of his silky hair and tore him away from my breast.

“Now, Neal. I want you inside me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He opened his fly as he spoke. I climbed on him. He reached between us to guide himself home. We no longer used condoms for this. He was ours, and we were his.

He filled me. I looked over his shoulder to find Drew stroking his own cock back to life. As Neal fucked me, Drew rolled on a condom. He approached quietly.

“Freeze, Neal.” I gave the order so that Drew could get where he needed to be.

Drew reached between us and gathered some of my juices to use as lubrication. “We’re all going to come at the same time,” he said.

“Yes, Chef.” The veins in Neal’s neck stood out. I wasn’t sure he could make it. Heck, I wasn’t sure I could make it.

I made no promises.

Drew slid into Neal, who closed his eyes to savor the connection. Drew—Neal’s “Chef” and my husband—set the pace for us all. I came first, my pussy walls convulsing a climax from Neal. He groaned and buried his face in my neck as his semen bathed my insides.

“Looks like I owe you a spanking,” Drew grunted. He thrust several more times, and then he came too.

“Yes, Chef.” Neal’s tone was reverent and thankful. “I’d like that very much.”

“Mmmm,” I added. “Your cock ring is in my purse.”

Drew grinned wickedly. “Let’s put it on him now.”

Once the deed was accomplished and our clothes were fixed, Drew took a closer look at Neal. “You’re wearing your collar.”

The blue snakeskin barely showed above the bow tie encircling his neck. That one was his dress collar. At home, he usually wore the black leather.

Neal nodded. “Always, Chef.”

Drew pulled Neal close, embracing him hard. He pulled me into the hug as well. “You belong to us.”

Emotion gripped me so tightly that I couldn’t speak. I stayed in the arms of my men, basking in their love.

THE END

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I wear a lot of hats for someone who doesn’t like anything near my head. I’m a wife, mother, teacher, and when I have spare time, a writer. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. Alas, that dream faded when I got a social life. Years later, I happened upon a free laptop that didn’t come with games of any kind, which I figured was a good thing because I didn’t have that much free time to throw down the Minesweeper Black Hole. Staring at the brand-new computer, I thought it would be a shame if it went to waste, so I decided to write a novel. Once I started writing, steamy, sensual stories poured from my fingertips, and now I just can’t stop using that laptop. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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