Safe Harbor (34 page)

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The only problem Sully had with accepting the ring was that he’d promised Mac he could pick out his own ring for Clarisse. Now he had one ring too many. Clarisse was at the vet with Bart when Sully returned.

Mac immediately crossed his arms, his face dark. “What’s wrong?”

Sully showed him the ring box and explained. “I need to take the one back I picked out and get a refund or a credit toward the one you want to get her.”

Mac fingered the rings. “What’s wrong with this one? It’s beautiful.”

Sully took the box back. “Because I want you to pick a ring out for her.”

He pointed at the box. “I like that one.”

“Brant, I mean
you
need to go to the store and pick one out you want her to wear.”

He stepped forward. “Can we drop formal for a minute?”

Sully nodded.

Mac grabbed Sully’s hand and opened the ring box again. “Sul, I like the ring you picked out for her. It’s something I would have picked out. I’ll pick out my wedding band for her. I think she should wear Karen’s ring. It’s gorgeous.”

Sully studied him. “You’re not upset?”

Mac smiled. “No, I’m not upset, dude.”

“How about I let you pick out my wedding band for her to make

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up for it?”

“Jesus, Sul, quit worrying about it.”

“Okay, then at least go with me and give me your input. I’d feel better about it.”

Mac snorted. “You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?”

“Dammit, I want to be fair!”

Mac pulled Sully to him and kissed him, hard. “You
are
fair. Be honest. You’d whip my ass if I danced around an issue like this.”

He sighed and took a moment to compose his thoughts. “I don’t want you to hate me in a few years for being married to her and you aren’t.”

Mac rolled his eyes. “Fuck. Me.” He poked Sully in the chest.

“You, Master.” He pointed at himself. “Me, slave. Duh.”

“It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not fucking funny. Jesus, Sul, grow a set for crying out loud!”

“How can you be so okay with this?”

Mac’s expression softened as he seemingly grasped the crux of Sully’s unease. “Because,” he said, his tone gentle, “you’re my Master, and I’m your slave. If you’ll recall, that’s the way I wanted it.

It’s still the way I want it. It’s the way I’ll
always
want it.”

“I couldn’t be as generous about this as you are.”

“I know you couldn’t.” He gently poked Sully in the chest again.

“That’s why you, Master. Me, slave.”

Sully stared at him for a long moment before bursting into laughter. He let Mac pull him close and wrap his arms around him as he rested his head on Mac’s chest. “What the hell would I do without you, Brant?”

Mac closed his eyes as he held Sully and rubbed his chin across the top of his head. “Let’s not ever find out, okay?”

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The men took Clarisse out for a sunset beach picnic dinner at Howard Park on Thursday. Mac knew Sully would go first, as was his right. As they snuggled on the blanket, Clarisse between them, she stared out at the horizon.

“This is beautiful, guys.” Sully had told her it was a vanilla evening. “Thank you for doing this.”

Sully swallowed back his nerves and slipped the ring out of his pocket without her seeing it. He laced his fingers through hers and leaned in to kiss her. “Anything for you, you know that.”

“Just don’t ever get rid of me.”

“No chance.” He slipped the ring on her left hand. “I’m hoping you’ll be ours for life. If you’ll marry me.”

Her eyes widened as she stared at the ring. She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes!” she whispered. “For life.”

He smiled and kissed her, then pointed at Mac, who also wore a smile. He took her right hand in his and slipped the other ring on her finger. The emerald and diamond ring looked beautiful on her hand.

“Two hands, two husbands, two rings.” He folded his fingers around her hand. “If you’ll marry me, too.” He laughed. “Well, you know what I mean.”

Her eyes brimmed with happy tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you, too.”

He kissed her, then brushed her tears away. “For better, for worse, for boat rules?”

She laughed. “Yes, even for boat rules.” Mac had taken great pleasure enjoying her on the boat, although his catch yield had suffered as a result.

Sully changed position so he sat in front of both of them. He put an arm around each. “If you need more time, it’s okay. You can say so.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t need any more time. I don’t want any more time.”

He caught her chin and tilted her face to his. “I can be a very harsh Master at times,” he dangerously growled. “Have you

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considered that?”

Her gaze never wavered. “But you’re always fair, Master.”

His lips curled into a smile as he kissed her. “Yes, sweetheart. I am always fair.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

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Bryan bought a disposable phone and called the PI he’d hired.

“What do you have for me?”

“I found the boat. The Coast Guard has it listed as being registered to Sullivan Nicoletto. PO Box.”

“That doesn’t help me.”

“He’s a writer and a former cop. He got shot almost ten years ago, retired from the sheriff’s office. Guy must be loaded, traced several properties to him and some other guy through a trust.”

“I paid you to get me a fucking home address.”

“Calm down. I found the marina where he keeps the boat.” He read off the address. “I should have the home address later today. It’s a pain to sort shit out when there’s a trust involved.”

“I want it as soon as you have it.” Then again, maybe barging into a cop’s house wasn’t the smartest way to go. He didn’t even know if Clarisse had gone to the boat.

The boat. How many fucking lame stories had she whined about how much she missed her uncle and that fucking boat? Enough that he couldn’t wait to beat the living crap out of her for the mess she’d created. He’d tossed the letters she’d received about Tad’s stoke. The last thing he’d needed was her heading to Florida to move some old feeble geezer into his house.

He’d hoped the bastard would have died by now.

It’d taken him years to get her damn parents out of the fucking way, thought he had her firmly in hand, and then she finally grew a set of balls when he least expected it. What a pain in the ass that had

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been. He never thought she’d file a report. He thought he’d gotten her trained well enough to just take it.

Fuck.
Another three months and he would have married her and gotten life insurance on her, waited a little while, then took care of her, too. Oh no, the little mouse couldn’t shut the hell up and stick to his plan.

He cracked open another beer. Only two in the afternoon, but not like he had a job to go to. His thoughts turned darker as he took a long pull on the bottle.

Tad Moore would be one way to get a pound of flesh out of Clarisse. She fucked his life all to hell?

She hadn’t seen
anything
yet.

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The next morning, Friday, the three of them drove to the clerk’s office to get the marriage license. Clarisse wore the silver chain collar under her shirt and enjoyed the feel of Sully’s firm grip on her hand as they stood in line and awaited their turn. While they filled out the paperwork, he whispered, “You can still back out, sweetie.”

She looked at him, then Mac. “You’re stuck with me for a long, long time. You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

Mac laughed. “Oh, man, are we in for a wild ride.”

Sully grinned and kissed her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Due to state laws, they had to wait three days to get married since they didn’t take the premarital course. Monday afternoon, they stopped by Tad’s and picked him up. He grinned as Mac helped him into the passenger seat of Sully’s Jag.

“This’ll give me something good to talk about at bingo tonight,”

he teased.

Clarisse blushed in the backseat. When Mac climbed in with her, he laughed and kissed her. “Talk of the town.”

Sully caught her gaze in the rearview mirror and winked. “They’ll talk because they’re jealous.”

At the clerk’s office, they met their attorney and filed the paperwork before they were escorted into a small anteroom for the ceremony. Mac and Tad served as official witnesses while the attorney looked on. The clerk didn’t bat an eye when Clarisse slipped the wedding band on Sully’s left hand where Mac’s already lay.

He had told her Mac’s would stay on his finger first. She was more than okay with that. In fact, she liked the idea that they were

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both tied to Sully in a tangible way. Considering she knew there would be times Mac would top her, she preferred it that way.

“You may kiss the bride,” the smiling clerk told Sully.

Clarisse couldn’t pull her gaze from Sully’s grey eyes. Her husband. How had she gone from barely able to trust him to totally giving herself to him?

She didn’t care. She loved him, and he loved her.

His gentle, tender kiss wrapped her heart and soul around him.

The clerk didn’t notice how he slipped his hand up the back of Clarisse’s head, fisted her hair, and gave one quick, firm tug that nearly melted her knees right out from under her.

He lifted his head. “Forever, pet.”

She smiled. “You’d better believe it.”

The clerk stepped out. The attorney followed so he could file Clarisse and Mac’s name change paperwork. Clarisse would take both men’s names, to become Clarisse MacCaffrey-Nicoletto, although she would use Nicoletto on a daily basis. They took the opportunity to hyphenate Sully’s last name to Mac’s.

Sully put her hand in Mac’s. “Well, kiss our bride, Brant,” he said.

Mac smiled, gathered her into his arms, and planted one on her that nearly finished her already rubbery skeleton. By the time he lifted his lips from hers, she wanted to drag both of them into the nearest lockable room and let them fuck her brains out. He released her, but not until he gently stroked her chin with his thumb. “I love you,” he whispered.

She wiggled her hips against him, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her. “I love you, too.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her, sending her into a giggle fit.

Tad laughed. “I always did think of you boys as sons. Now you really are part of the family.”

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Sully and Mac took great pains to secretly tease Clarisse all through their celebratory dinner at Plaka’s with Tad. By the time they dropped him off, she was ready to jump her two men in the backseat of the car.

At home, Sully scooped Clarisse into his arms and carried her up the stairs and through the front door as Mac held it open. Once inside, Mac closed and locked the door and started stripping.

Sully set Clarisse on her feet and stood back, his arms crossed over his chest, not speaking.

She glanced from Mac, already down to his slacks, to Sully. She realized what he waited for.

A seductive smile played across her face as she unbuttoned her blouse. Sully nodded. “Good girl.” A moment later, both Mac and Clarisse knelt before him, heads bowed.

Sully stood over them. “Hold hands.”

Mac’s fingers wrapped around Clarisse’s hand. He gently squeezed.

Sully placed a hand on each of their heads. She had no doubt he had a tighter grip on Mac’s hair than he did on hers.

“I have plans for you tonight, pet. You are going to cross the line, take the final step your training has prepared you for. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Slave, are you ready to do whatever I command to add pet to our family?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied.

“I am laying down the law. In this house, I am Master, and slave is my Alpha slave. Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When I am not around, you will follow his orders as if he was me. There may be times I allow him to punish you.”

She shivered in a good way. “Yes, Master.”

He gently stroked her hair. “Tonight, I am officially claiming you

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as my slave, to wear my collar. Do you understand and agree to this?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go get her collar, slave.”

Mac released her hand and went to comply. He returned a moment later, wearing his leather collar. He handed something to Sully before retaking his place next to her and lacing his fingers through her hand.

“Look at me, both of you.”

Clarisse saw it was a new collar, custom made, similar to Mac’s but smaller, more delicate, complete with a small padlock. It could pass for a piece of Goth neckwear.

“I take this even more seriously than I do the vows we spoke earlier,” he said. “As we’ve already discussed, there will be no coming back if you leave. I won’t play that game. You must talk to me, keep communications open, discuss things with me if you are ever unhappy or find yourself needing something. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He squatted in front of her. “Hold her hair, slave.”

Mac gently swept her hair off her neck as Sully removed the silver chain collar and replaced it with the new one. Her breath caught as she felt the soft, supple leather touch her flesh and heard the lock click into place.

Sully smiled and stroked her cheek. “My sweet, beautiful pet,” he softly said. “Tonight I finally get to make you mine in all ways. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make love to you.”

He stood. “Both of you meet me in the bedroom. I want slave’s wrist cuffs on him. Help him with that, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Mac flashed her a smile as they hurried to comply.

Sully entered the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water.

Clarisse felt like every nerve ending in her body had caught fire, her senses on edge. She knew Sully would follow through on what he’d said, and all she had to do was go along for the ride.

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And be ridden.

Sully crooked his finger at Mac. “On the bed, on your back. Head at this end.” Mac quickly complied. Sully clipped Mac’s wrist cuffs to the chains at the foot of the bed. He leaned over and placed a long, deep kiss on his lover’s mouth. “You’ll be swearing at me by the end of the evening,” Sully teased.

Mac smiled. “Of that I have no doubt.”

Sully turned and swatted her ass, not too hard, just a little sting.

“On the bed. Next to him, on your back. Ass right here at the edge.”

Nervously, she complied. The way Mac was trussed didn’t give her a lot of room, but she managed.

Sully grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge, slung them over his shoulders. Then he looked at Mac. “Watch me while I taste my pet.”

Mac softly moaned and licked his lips. Sully lowered his head to her bare mound and gently swiped his tongue from her ready entrance all the way up, over her clit.

Clarisse loudly moaned.

Sully laughed and lifted his head. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Hold slave’s cock while I do this, but don’t let him come or you’ll get five with the cane.”

When she wrapped her fingers around Mac’s cock, he worked his hips against her hand.

Sully leaned in to him. “If you come, remember
she
gets the strokes, not you. Is it worth it to watch her take them for you?”

His hips stilled. “No, Master.”

“Very good.” He lowered his head to her sex again and repeated his earlier motion. “By the way, pet, you may come.”

She gasped, not close yet but the fact that he was allowing her to climax unhinged her body’s need in a pleasant way. She wiggled her hips and enjoyed how he’d clamped his hands around her thighs, the feel of his hot mouth on her flesh.

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Sully swirled his tongue around her clit, slowly, drawing it out, teasing her mercilessly.

Mac watched and licked his lips.

Sully pushed two thick fingers inside her, pumped them a few times. He pulled them out, then pressed his hand to Mac’s lips. Mac greedily sucked Sully’s fingers inside his mouth.

“See how she tastes?” Sully asked. “When you next get to taste her, it will be only after I’ve fucked her. Then you’ll taste me, too.”

He tightly gripped Mac’s chin. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Master!” he gasped.

“And who does pet belong to?”

“You!”

Sully leaned over and kissed him, hard, crushing Mac’s lips. “All of her belongs to me—her body, her name, everything. Just like all of you belongs to me. You don’t get to kiss her lips or suck her clit or fuck her unless I say so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Do you love my pet?”

“Very much, Master.”

Clarisse was caught in an emotional high not quite subspace, fired by her sexual need. She wiggled her hips, trying to get Sully to continue his oral explorations, but he hadn’t finished with Mac yet.

“You may love my pet as much as you want with your heart and soul. You will protect her and care for her, just as she’ll love and care for you. But you only get to have sex with her when I say it’s okay. If you disobey me, you’ll find yourself wearing a CB for years without relief. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master!”

“I will make sure your needs are taken care of as long as you obey me. I will be generous with my pet, but under my terms. Do you want to fuck my pet tonight?”

“Yes, Master! Please!”

“Then you keep behaving yourself and you’ll get to.” He looked

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at Clarisse. “Where was I?”

“Between my legs, Master,” she breathlessly gasped.

He chuckled. “Very good, pet.” He laved her clit with his tongue, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked, hard. The bite of pain, combined with the explosion of pleasure, quickly drove her over the edge with a scream. At the last second, she realized she had to release Mac’s cock or she’d risk jerking him off, and beyond that, coherent thought escaped her as she bucked her hips against Sully’s face.

Relentless, he continued working her swollen clit with his mouth until she whimpered and shivered on the bed. Only when convinced he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of her did he release her with a final kiss to her clit.

“Very good, pet. Your performance earned slave a reward.” He looked down the other man’s body. Mac’s cock stood rigid, the thick veins well-defined against the engorged surface. “How did you enjoy that, slave?”

“She sounded wonderful, Master.”

Sully rolled Clarisse over, pulled her to her feet, and repositioned her at the end of the bed so her feet were on the floor and Mac’s head lay directly between her legs.

“Lean forward. Can you reach slave’s cock with your mouth like this? Don’t take him in yet.”

“Yes, Master.”

Sully rubbed her shoulders, slowly trailed his fingers down her back, gently stroking. “Slave, watch me fuck my pet. You will lick my balls and cock, but you may not lick or kiss pet between her legs.

Incidental contact is allowed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Mac’s voice sounded low, almost slurred. Clarisse realized he’d slipped into subspace at some point. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his cock, her mouth practically watering in anticipation of wrapping her lips around the large head.

Sully suddenly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back, not roughly but not gently, either. “After I slide my cock inside you, you

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will go down on slave. If you do not make him come before me, he will not get relief and will not be allowed to fuck you tonight. You will keep sucking him until I’m done regardless of how many times he comes. You will swallow every drop.”

“Yes, Master.”

His hands slowly skimmed her back, to her hips. He used his feet to spread her legs a little more, and then she felt his stiff cock press against her entrance. “Ask me to fuck you, pet.”

She closed her eyes, “Please fuck me, Master! I want your cock inside me!”

He rammed home, deep, stretching her, drawing a gasp out of her.

But he didn’t withdraw.

Pressure from Sully’s hand on the back of her head reminded her of his command. She lowered her body on top of Mac’s and sucked his cock into her mouth as deeply as she could.

Mac groaned.

Then both of Sully’s hands tightly gripped her hips, his fingers digging in as he slowly fucked her. “Okay, slave. Lick my balls.”

Clarisse felt movement beneath her. From the way Sully’s breathing changed, she knew Mac was complying. “Very good, slave,” Sully gasped. He took his time fucking her, long slow strokes combined with short jabbing ones that stole her breath in a good way.

As she greedily sucked Mac’s cock, she realized for the first time in her life she felt totally wanted, desired.

Sexy.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, even when Sully occasionally swatted her ass with his hand while he fucked her.

Mac’s cock throbbed against her tongue. Then at the same time he let out a loud, low moan, she tasted his hot seed as he climaxed.

Within a few minutes, Mac had grown hard again in her mouth.

Sully’s pace changed, increased speed, the tempo more steady.

“That’s it, slave,” he panted. “Suck my balls. You know what I like.”

Clarisse gave up trying to help. She let Sully have total control of

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her body, using her.

Owning her.

She shivered, feeling the start of her own climb again. Before she could get there, he let out a loud cry and plunged deeper than before.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against his chest and off Mac’s cock.

She felt his heart race against her flesh, both their bodies slick with sweat. Then he pressed his lips to the side of her neck and mumbled, “I love you, Clarisse. I love you so much, baby. I swear to God, we’ll make you happy.”

“I love you too, Master.” She looked into Mac’s face. “And I love you.”

“You will call him Sir,” Sully whispered in her ear.

She grinned. “I love you, Sir.”

Mac’s smile lit the room. “I love you too, pet.”

Sully, his cock still buried inside her, nudged her to the side and face down onto the bed. Then he withdrew and straddled Mac’s face again. Mac’s mouth automatically opened. Clarisse rolled onto her side and watched, turned on beyond belief at the sight of Mac eagerly taking Sully’s cock like that.

She wanted to nose in there and help.

Sully stroked Mac’s cheek. “Do you like how she tastes? I think you’ll spend a lot of time tasting pet on my cock, won’t you?”

Mac nodded, but didn’t release Sully’s cock.

“Very good. Get me hard again.” Mac worked at him with his lips and tongue. Clarisse watched, her mouth gaping. A few minutes later, Sully tapped Mac on the head. “Very good. Stop, don’t make me come.” He stood and unclipped Mac’s wrist cuffs, then pulled them off him. “Wait here.” He retrieved something from the bathroom.

Clarisse realized it was a bottle of lube.

He stood at the end of the bed and studied them. “Pet, scoot up the bed. On your back, legs spread. Let slave taste you.”

She quickly changed position, her heart racing and sex throbbing

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as Mac knelt between her legs. Sully sat on the bed beside her where he could watch. “Make her come, slave. Make sure you stick your tongue deep inside her.”

Mac dove for her and she moaned at the sensation of his hot, eager mouth between her legs. Sully tangled his fingers in Mac’s hair, getting a good grip on him. “Do you taste me inside her, slave?” he growled in Mac’s ear.

He lifted his head. “Yes, Master.”

“Remember, she is my pet, and I am allowing you to taste her.”

Mac nodded but didn’t lift his head.