Eight years later, AJ is starting over. New job, new city, new life—and all of it without his wife and son. Marian divorced him and took sole custody, leaving AJ to wonder if the rest of his life will end up as useless as his shattered marriage.
Little does AJ know he's got a couple of Saints looking out for him. Ryder St. Claire married Lyss three years ago, and the two of them have been searching for their third--- the man who will offer his submission and give them everything they cannot give each other. But can they overcome years of emotional abuse to convince AJ he deserves to be happy?
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STORY EXCERPT
“Beautiful?” Ryder called as he closed and locked the door behind them. “We’re here.”
“Yeehaw!” said a joyful voice from the
back of the apartment. “I’m just getting changed. Dinner’s on the stove.
Right with you, boys.”
A.J. blinked, looking at Ryder
questioningly. Ryder snorted. “She’s from Georgia,” he explained, eyes
twinkling. “Country girl all the way.”
That explained the accent. Texans were
known for that honeyed Southern drawl, but A.J. had never heard an
accent as thick as the one Lyss had. If someone tried to spell out the
words the way she said them, it probably wouldn’t even look like
English. It sounded like she said, “Eye-yam jayast gittin’ chayn-gid.
Deenir’s own th’ stow-ve. Reyet wit’ ye, bow-ees.” Kind of funny,
actually. And sexy as fuck. There was a deep throatiness to her voice,
that sensual timbre you’d expect from a nine-hundred number call girl.
He’d noticed it when he listened to Ryder talk to her on the phone
earlier, but had assumed he’d misheard because his brain was still
swimming in lust from that kiss.
Apparently not. Curious now, wondering
what kind of woman went with that kind of voice, A.J. turned toward the
hallway across the living room and waited.
And felt all the breath leave his lungs in a silent whoosh when Lyss finally appeared.
Holy God, she was incredible. More
striking than pretty, she had high cheekbones, full lips, and a slightly
up-turned nose. Long bangs framed a high, aristocratic forehead while
mile after mile of wavy, dark-brown hair spilled across her shoulders
and down her back. Her shoulders were bared by an emerald-green tank
top, while her thighs were lovingly molded by a pair of dark-blue jeans.
She wasn’t one of those tiny stick women, either. Lyss had meat on her
bones, and she had to be at least five-foot-seven. Luscious curves met
his gaze everywhere he looked, from full, high breasts to rounded hips.
She wasn’t overweight, though. Just full-figured. And hot damn, what a
gorgeous figure it was.
While A.J. just stared, Lyss gave him an
obvious once-over, then met his eyes with a dazzling smile that took his
breath away all over again. There was so much character in her face, so
much life, it was almost painful to look at her. She was entrancing.
No wonder Ryder loved her. No wonder Ryder
married her. Holy hell, it was taking everything A.J. had not to drop
to his knees in open worship. This woman embodied every single one of
his fantasies about women, from her height to her weight to the sheer
vivacity in her eyes. She must have men drooling over her everywhere she
went.
Guess I still like women, after all.
And here I thought my problem was I’d fallen in love with Ryder all
those years ago. But that wasn’t what killed my desire for Marian, was
it? She just…wasn’t my type. Holy hell, how did I not see that sooner?
His mind going in a million different
directions at once, A.J. missed seeing Lyss cross the living room. Next
thing he knew, she was standing less than a foot away, looking up into
his face with clear hazel eyes that pierced right through every wall
he’d erected around his soul, seeing all of him—instantly. He’d never
felt so bare in front of another person, and yet he didn’t feel
threatened. On the contrary, Lyss made him feel…safe.
Which made no sense. At all.
“I’m so excited I finally get to meet
you,” Lyss said softly. A.J. could do nothing but stare dumbly as she
reached up and slid her index finger along his jawline. Electricity
zapped from that one point of contact straight through his spine,
setting off little shivers he had no hope of hiding. Lyss smirked
knowingly and caressed him again. “I’ve been waiting for this, A.J. I’m
so very, very glad you’re here right now.”
A.J. swallowed hard. “I’m happy to meet you, too, Lyss. Ryder has a lot of great things to say about you.”
She grinned at him, making A.J.’s heart do
a funny little dance. “Is that right? Well, did he also tell you I make
a mean chicken and dumplings? ‘Cause that’s what I’ve got for ya’ll
tonight. You hungry?”
Not for food. But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”
Ryder, who had been silent throughout
their meeting, suddenly came up behind A.J., pressing A.J.’s shoulder
blades against that hard chest as he lightly circled A.J.’s waist with
both hands. That deep, rumbly voice sounded right by A.J.’s ear. “I’m
going to go change. You guys get acquainted. I’ll be right back.”
A.J. couldn’t think, let alone respond.
Not when they were standing on either side of him, caging him between
them. Ryder’s heat blanketed his back, his body a wall of solid muscle
strong enough to hold A.J. up no matter how weak he got. Lyss’s inviting
curves so tantalizingly close, her hand still caressing his jaw and
neck, provided a temptation unlike anything A.J. had ever experienced
before. Between the two of them, his mind just…stopped.
His mouth, unfortunately, didn’t.
“I kissed your husband,” A.J. gasped.
Mortified, he cringed, waiting for their anger.
But Lyss surprised him with a laugh. “I know,” she said with a cheeky little grin.
Ryder snorted. “He means today.”
A.J. sucked in a breath as Lyss glanced at Ryder over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
Ryder’s shoulders moved up and down in
what must have been a shrug. “He was talking nonsense. It was the only
way I could think of to shut him up.”
ADULT EXCERPT
He must have slept. Now, though, he was wide awake—and so was his cock.
A big, hot hand slid down the center of
A.J.’s back. He groaned, closing his eyes as Ryder took hold of his ass
cheek and squeezed.
“I missed your ass, A.J.,” Ryder murmured. He squeezed again. “Lift up, so I can put this pillow under you.”
A.J. complied, balancing on knees and
elbows while Ryder slid a plump white pillow under his hips. His cock
was a steel bar, leaking already, now trapped between his body and the
pillow beneath him. But he didn’t protest. Didn’t try to adjust himself.
He spread his knees, presenting his ass for Ryder, knowing his owner
was about to make good use of his slave’s body.
Ryder didn’t waste any time. He started
working A.J.’s hole with lube, making him grit his teeth as little
slivers of pain washed through him. He hadn’t had anything in his ass in
a long time, and Ryder was huge. He was tender, but not so much that he
wanted Ryder to stop. In a weird way, it felt good, knowing he was sore
because his lover had already used him hard tonight. He wanted that
feeling, craved it, to the point where the thought alone was enough to
drive him closer to the edge of sub-space. He squeezed his eyes shut and
gave himself over to Ryder’s expert care.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Ryder growled, scissoring
two fingers inside A.J. now. A.J. shuddered, biting back a moan as Ryder
shifted to his knees and knelt between A.J.’s thighs. Ryder took a
strong grip on both of his ass cheeks, squeezing and separating them as
he pressed the head of his cock to A.J.’s quivering ring. A.J. forced
himself to relax, letting the breath out of his lungs in one long, slow
whoosh as Ryder pushed into him. The pain was intense, almost drawing a
cry from him, but he held on against it. Ryder, for his part, ignored
any sign that his slave might not be ready for another fucking. He
shoved his cock deep into A.J.’s chute, not stopping until his balls
slapped A.J.’s perineum.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryder said as he started to
thrust. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of A.J.’s
torso, pounding him deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. I
missed this ass.”
A.J. could only shudder, his face buried
in his pillow. His cuffs were still attached to the headboard. Once
again, the S hooks were open. He could free himself any time he wanted.
But it felt so good, knowing he was restrained for Ryder’s pleasure, the
thought didn’t even occur to him. He wanted Ryder to use him. He wanted
Ryder to fuck him as hard as he could, knowing A.J. wouldn’t resist. He
wanted Ryder to own him, make himself come using A.J.’s body. He was
their sex toy. Nothing more, nothing less.
And he fucking loved it.
Lyss must have woken the moment Ryder
started fucking him. She slid over toward A.J., running one hand up and
down his back while Ryder continued pounding him. The scent of her
arousal filled the air, letting A.J. know just how much she enjoyed
watching her husband fuck another man.
“Get ready, beautiful,” Ryder said
suddenly, his words obviously directed at Lyss. “The toys I ordered for
you are in the drawer, there. One of your fantasies is about to come
true.”
A.J. had no idea what they were talking
about. But then, it was hard to think, let alone reason, while Ryder’s
glorious cock was pounding his ass. His balls were drawing up, his cock
wetting the pillow under his hips. Were they going to let him come? Fuck, please let me come…
Ryder shifted back again, gripping A.J.’s
ass cheeks once again as he continued fucking him. A.J. lost control of
his vocal chords, moaning incessantly. Ryder started grunting with each
hard thrust, fingers squeezing A.J. hard enough to leave bruises. And
finally, when A.J. was ready to scream with the pleasure flooding his
system, Ryder slammed himself deep and froze. A.J. felt his cock
pulsing, felt the hot spurts of semen through the condom, and let out a
healthy moan. Fuck, he loved feeling Ryder come. Maybe someday he could
feel it without the condom. Maybe someday…
He lost track of the thought when Ryder
pulled out and rolled to one side. A.J. waited, expecting an order to
turn himself over so that Lyss could ride him.
But no such order was given. Instead, Lyss
knelt behind A.J. just as Ryder had done, taking a grip on his ass
cheeks just like her husband had. And while A.J. was still reeling,
wondering what the hell was going on, he felt the tip of something probe
his ass.
Holy. Fuck. Lyss was wearing a strap-on.
She was about to fuck him with a silicone dick. A faint buzzing noise
filled the air as she slid the dildo into him, making him realize she
had a vibrator inside the strap-on. Which meant she was fucking him for
her own pleasure, not his.
“Oh, shit…oh, fuck…Lady…Sir…Fuck, I’m going to come…” A.J. gasped.
Ryder chuckled beside him, reaching over
to slide a finger beneath A.J.’s collar, forcing it to tighten across
the front of his throat. “Our slave seems to think we care if he comes,”
he said conversationally, ignoring A.J.’s cry as Lyss started rocking
her hips back and forth.
“He can come all he wants,” Lyss said in a
silky, sensuous purr. “I want to use his ass to get myself off, not his
cock. He can come without interfering with my pleasure. If our slave
enjoys getting pegged, so much the better. I’m still going to fuck his
ass until I come.”
Too much. It was all too much. Cum boiled
out of his balls like molten lava exploding from a volcano, soaking the
pillow beneath him. Lyss kept riding him, her fake dick slamming his
sweet spot over and over again, making the orgasm intensify to
mind-blowing heights. A.J. threw back his head and screamed, completely
lost in it. And all the while Lyss just kept fucking him, intent on her
own pleasure.
A.J. hit sub-space with the force of a
freight train. The next hour passed in a blissful haze. His lovers
continued using his body, trading back and forth, revving each other up
while ignoring A.J. completely. He was their property. They were using
him like the sex slave he was. It should have been humiliating, to be
used like an object. But for him, it was the ultimate high. He wanted
them to use him. He wanted them to own him. He wanted them to need his
body to get themselves off. It was the ultimate affirmation of his
worth. They not only wanted him, they needed him. And every time he felt
one of them come, he knew he was proving his usefulness.
After the second time Lyss slammed into
him and froze, shaking with the force of her orgasm, A.J. figured they
were done with him. His cock was rock-hard again, more than ready to
burst, but that was okay. His lovers were sated. That’s what mattered.
He fully expected them to roll over and fall asleep, leaving him
wanting.
He was wrong. Oh, fuck, was he ever wrong.
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