“Dad always said he’d have never been able to work from homeif he’d been able to hear us.” Master chuckled, his voice trailing off as myhands worked lower. “Oh, that’s…”
As my right hand reached his half-hard cock, I wrapped myleft around his chest and steadied him. “Just relax, Master, let me take careof you.”
There was no way he’d miss how hard I was, but I didn’t wantthis to be about me.
He must’ve understood because he gave a gentle nod and letme slowly caress him. Running my fingers up and down his soft shaft, I tracedover the head of his dick, teasing his slit, loving the way his length filledout in my hand.
He let me take my time, gently coaxing his desire higher ashe relaxed in my embrace. When he was completely erect and he started rockingagainst me, pushing his dick harder against my hand, I gripped his cock tighter.Every soft tug and stroke over his slit had him making the sexiest noises, andI loved the way his body moved against me, soaking up all the pleasure I couldgive him.
Using his breathing and the sexy, quiet sounds he was makingas my guide, I let him set the pace and just did my best to give him all the sensationsI could. When his cock throbbed in my hand and he finally came, cum shootinginto the thankfully still-hot water, he set a frantic pace until he went almostlimp against me. “That was…thank you, sweetness.”
“You’re welcome, Master.” Kissing his neck one more time, Ifinished rinsing him off and started to reach for the knob to stop the water. Ihadn’t even thought of myself as I shifted Master in my arms.
“I’ll take him. You finish cleaning up.” Ryan’s soft voicecoming from the doorway had me almost jumping. He grinned but didn’t mention itas he helped Master out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him.
“Thanks.” Quickly scrubbing the sweat and grime from movingoff me, I was done just as Ryan finished drying off Master, and soon we werestretched out around him on the bed.
Master tried to reach for us, clearly wanting to get us off,but we were both too tired and just lying beside him was absolutely perfect. Asour soft caresses had sleep overtaking him, I looked at both of my wonderfulboyfriends and around at our new house and knew nothing would ever be the same.
And I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
Chapter 3
Ryan
“My mother says she’s coming to dinner next Friday and sheexpects to meet Dare.” Looking up from my phone, I couldn’t decide if I shouldapologize or not. “Um, sorry?”
Yeah, apologizing when someone would be tortured wasprobably the best idea.
Laughing quietly as he finished taking the dishes over tothe sink, Dare shrugged. “It’s probably time I met them. It’ll be fine.”
At the very least, it had to be easier than meeting hissiblings, right?
If my mother asked something inappropriate, there was areally good chance she wouldn’t realize why it was weird or off color.
Not like Dare’s siblings.
The ones we’d met earlier who’d helped us clean the oldapartment had been more polite in an obvious kind of way, but there’d been alot of coy looks and teasing grins when they thought no one was looking.
The whole family was trying to guess the dynamics betweenthe three of us, but I had a feeling that would happen whenever we met newpeople. It wasn’t as awkward as I’d been expecting, though. They’d been easierto brush off, especially with the way Scott had kept rolling his eyes everytime they’d done it.
Scott looked like he wasn’t completely sold on the idea thatit would be okay, but he nodded anyway. “So we’re having them over for dinner?”
We both looked around the kitchen and sighed, making Darelaugh. “It’s almost all put away. A few hours here and there and the wholehouse will be finished.”
He was right, but I was still done with moving.
“Ask her to bring over a side dish or a dessert and then we’llgrill in the backyard.” Dare shifted his gaze to Ryan. “You said your dad likesthat, and I’ll bring over the grill I’ve got. I have a feeling we’ll use it alot more here than we would at my house anyway.”
I grinned. “Yeah, I think you’re probably right.”
He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You have a hot tub now, so thechances of us even stopping to pick up mail at my place as we go on a date areslim to none.”
Scott was trying not to laugh, but just a look from him saidhe knew Dare wasn’t exaggerating. He might’ve been saying he wasn’t going tomove in, but so far, he had two drawers in the dresser and part of the closetwas filled with his work clothes.
He’d moved in—he just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
“We’ve got a hot tub andprivacy.” I was mostly teasing,but Dare’s wicked leer as he walked over to the table said he hadn’t forgottenthat fact.
