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night. And then some.”

Loren snorted. “Wish I could have been a fly on that wall.”

The men were finishing up when she spotted a familiar face walk through the door.

Bob.

A crazy thought hit her. Landry had agreed that if Bob was open to it, he’d willingly help her scene with him. And no, it hadn’t bothered him that she made him climax.

“If he’d made you climax, love,” he’d said with a smirk, “then yes, I would certainly feel

different and less charitable.”

She walked over to him and didn’t miss his smile as she hugged him. “Nice to see you here,”

she said.

“Nice to see you, too.”

“Alone?”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

She pulled him off to the side and pointed at Landry and Cris, who were winding down their

scene. “I talked with Lan. I can scene with you, or if you’d like, he can, too.”

He looked a little hesitant, but she didn’t miss the bulge in his jeans. He nervously licked his lips before responding. “I don’t want your ex to help.”

She squeezed his hand. “He won’t.”

He looked good in her collar. His blue eyes turned on her. “Okay,” he softly said. “If it gets too intense…”

She offered him a smile. “I’ll call the scene if you safeword.”

“Even if he doesn’t use one?”

“We’ll play by Cardinal’s Rule—She Must be Obeyed.”

He laughed.

* * * *

Cris sat along the wall nearby, watching. Wrapped in a light blanket, he was still recovering

from their intense scene despite the peaceful smile on his face.

Tilly took over getting Bob ready while Landry leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched. After Bob was blindfolded and bound to the bench, she motioned Landry over.

Together, they started massaging him, quickly settling him into a relaxed state. Tilly stepped to the front of the bench to stand by his head and massage his back while Landry started bare-handed spanking him.

Bob moaned, but he wiggled his hips, enjoying it.

Landry smiled at her.

As the scene progressed, Tilly used implements on him while Landry took over massaging him

and keeping his sexual tension amped up. She had him begging to come by the time she reached between his legs and stroked his cock while Landry pinched his nipples. Bob exploded with a loud cry, his body arching off the bench as far as his restraints would allow him until he collapsed again.

Landry leaned over him and placed a deep, passionate kiss on Tilly’s lips. “You’re fucking sexy, love. I hope you realize you’re getting one hell of a hard fucking when you get home. That was gorgeous.” His lips moved to her ear. “Maybe one day you’ll help me top slave?”

“Give me some more time before that happens.”

They helped Bob sit up, and Tilly sat with him by the wall, giving him aftercare while Landry cleaned up their toys and the bench so other people could use it. Later, as the four of them sat in one of the social areas, Tilly next to Bob, they talked.

Bob stared at Cris. “I guess I can’t kick your ass now,” he joked.

Landry grinned. “Oh, no, you absolutely can, if you wish. I’ll even hold him down for you.”

Tilly laughed. “Stop. No ass kicking, no holding anyone down.”

Bob didn’t take his eyes off Cris, but he directed his comment to Landry. “I’m not complaining, but you’re really okay with this?”

Landry nodded. “As long as you remember she’s married to me, and respect me as her husband,

I don’t have a problem with it. I trust Tilly. The question is, can you be okay with this?”

Kim and Kylee chose that moment to come over and say hi. They eyed Bob. “Who’s your

friend, Til?” Kim said. “Are you getting greedy?” While the women had settled down together, they made no secret about the fact that they were bi. They didn’t live the lifestyle twenty-four/seven, but Kylee usually took the dominant role when they played.

Tilly rolled her eyes. “You’ve met Bob before. He was one of my clients.”

Kylee opted for brazen. “I saw you playing with him. You back in business, or is he a free

agent?”

Tilly laughed. “Bob, you realize a target just appeared on your forehead, right?”

He smiled. “I wondered what that feeling was.”

Kim, a short, petite little thing, slithered into Bob’s lap and draped her arms around his neck.

“So, Bob. I’m Kim. You single?”

By the time Tilly corralled her two men and said good-bye to everyone to head home, she’d

spotted both her friends with their tongues down Bob’s throat.

She couldn’t help but smile. Kim and Kylee were persistent and had often lamented they

couldn’t find a good man who didn’t want to be dominant with them.

Why didn’t I ever think about pairing him up with them before?

She answered her own thought.
Because I was jealous.

Cris slid behind the wheel to drive them home. He caught Tilly’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Divine intervention?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Landry draped his arm over her shoulder. “I hope Kim and Kylee don’t mind if we still play

with him. That was fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do that.”

She didn’t miss the way Cris’ shoulders tensed. “Don’t worry,” she reassured him. “I have no desire to add a fourth to our arrangement. Play only. It’s all I can do to keep the two of you assholes in 

line some days.”

Both men laughed.

Epilogue

They celebrated their one year wedding anniversary at the club, playing. Tilly decided to mark the occasion by helping Landry top Cris for the first time before she and Landry topped Bob. Kim and Kylee didn’t mind sharing their “love stud” with Tilly and Landry in the dungeon, as long as he still went home with them.

The wistful guilt had finally disappeared, too. Tilly no longer had the little nagging “what if”

thoughts where Bob was concerned.

After returning home, the three of them made love until they collapsed, exhausted. Landry lay sandwiched between them, Cris on his left. Cris had rolled onto his right side and lay with his right hand tucked against his chest, his left splayed flat on Landry’s abs.

Tilly studied the wedding band on Cris’ right hand before her gaze fell to the rings on her own left hand. Landry let out a soft snore she knew meant he’d fallen deeply asleep. Her heart pounding, she reached across Landry, to Cris’ right hand, and gently tugged on his ring. At first surprised, he relaxed his hand and silently watched as she slipped the ring off his finger. Then she reached over to his left hand and slid it onto that ring finger before she laced her fingers through his.

“There,” she whispered. “That’s better.”

He looked stunned, his eyes on their hands. When his gaze silently swiveled to meet hers, she winked.

A slow smile crept across his face. “I love you, baby girl. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear.”

She squeezed his hand tightly. “I love you, too. If you leave again, I’ll hunt you down and kill you in a very slow and painful way. Then I’ll hold you down while Bob, Loren, and Ross have their way with you.”

He tried to stifle his amused snort so he didn’t wake Landry. “Never again. I’m not leaving

unless he orders me gone.”

He
let out another soft snore from where he lay between them.

Cardinal’s Rule
–
Tymber Dalton
Page 285

“Good.” She laid her head on Landry’s chest and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the feel of Cris’

thumb gently stroking hers. “You still have my pendant?”

His finger froze. “Yeah?”

“I’d like to wear it. Not as your slave,” she quickly added. “I miss wearing it. I loved that necklace.” She eventually added, “I always knew you loved me when I had it on. It was like a wedding ring, in a way. I can’t be your slave again. And I can’t wear your ring because I’m his wife. But I would like that back. I love you. I never stopped loving you even when I hated your guts. I wear his ring. But I wouldn’t mind wearing your necklace again. I’m sure he won’t either. Just to be fair,” she clarified.

“I love you, too. Always and forever,” he softly promised.

She smiled. “Always and forever,” she agreed.

THE END

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When you fall for a fantasy, how do you know if it’s more than make-believe?

Travis, an unquestionably straight college student, finds himself in a financial bind. He’ll do anything legal—including going gay for pay—and spends a weekend as Craig Rocke, letting gay porn star Marston Cougar have his way with him on film. Marston tells him to remember it’s all just a fantasy for the camera, even though it sure feels like more.

Gary, also known as Marston Cougar, has a respectable day job. A straight guy, he started out making gay porn to pay his way through college. After getting his heart broken he has a no-dating rule.

Now paired with “virgin” Craig Rocke, he finds it hard to keep it make-believe when he’s losing his heart.

Gary’s young niece needs surgery, and he almost has enough money to quit for good. But now

that he feels a true connection with his fantasy co-star, will he be able to find a happily ever after with him when it’s more than make-believe?

Contains hot manlove, movie magic, flipped perceptions, and a cranky three year-old who

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Travis felt another mask descend over Marston’s face. This time he was on camera and playing to that. “So you looking to make some cash, huh, Craig?”

Travis nodded. “Yeah.”

Mars leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. His intense hazel eyes bored into

him. “You ever think about fucking a guy before?”

“No.”

“And you’ve never sucked a cock before, right? Never had a guy blow you?”

“Right.”

“I love taking a straight cock virgin. Stand up.” He did, and Marston’s eyes slowly roamed his body. “Turn around for me. Let me see your pretty ass.”

He did, blushing. He didn’t jump when Mars reached out and touched his butt through his

khakis, but only through sheer effort of will.

Marston stood and pressed his body against his back. The other man was about three inches

taller, not too much heavier. Marston’s hands came to rest on his hips and he forced himself to relax.

“You have a very nice ass,” Marston said. “I’m going to enjoy being the first guy to fuck it.”

Marston’s fingers tightened on him. He felt the man’s cock thicken against his ass through his slacks as he rocked his hips against his butt.

Marston turned him around and kissed him. Travis didn’t know what to do or expect at first and finally went with it. He closed his eyes. After a minute he realized it wasn’t bad. Actually, Marston wasn’t a bad kisser. As he relaxed into it, Marston ran a hand through his hair, fisted it, kissed him with more force and added a little tongue.

His breath caught as he tried to fight the resistance that crept in and tensed his body.

Go with it. It’s all make-believe.

Relaxing again his lips parted, giving Marston full access. The man took it, his other hand

dropping to his lower back and holding him tightly against him, his rigid cock pressing against Travis 

through their clothes. Unsure what to do with his own arms, Travis let them slide around Marston’s body and held on.

Marston lifted his head. “That’s it, baby. Just go with it. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time we’re done, I promise.”

Mars kissed him again. This time Travis threw reserve to the wind and got into it. If he couldn’t kiss the man, how would he suck his cock?

Picture Ben Franklin.

After a few minutes of kissing, Marston lifted his head and looked down at him. “Okay?”

Travis nodded.

Mars grabbed one of Travis’ hands, placed it over the front seam of his trousers, and squeezed.

He was hard. Understandable, his own cock had started throbbing, whether from the Viagra or damn good method acting or genuine desire, he didn’t care. He felt a little more confident since he wouldn’t be on film looking like a limp noodle.

“That cock is going in your sweet virgin mouth first. I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock the right way. Then I’m going to take it and drill your untapped ass until you’re begging me to make you cum. How’s that sound?”