“God that’s so hot,” Toby said. “Watching you suck his cock and…ohhh, yeah. The way he’s tonguing my balls while I fuck you.”

She loved watching her men together as much as she loved being in the middle of them. Hearing Toby’s filthy narration only made her come even harder.

Salty pre-cum rolled down her tongue as she deep-throated Logan and worshipped his cock with her mouth. Then he worked his hands between their bodies, his fingers finding and latching onto her nipples, lightly pinching them, rolling them, and making her come even harder.

Her moans finished Logan off. His cock exploded in her mouth and she had to struggle to keep up, swallowing his cum as it pumped down her throat. And it sent Toby on final approach, too.

“That’s it, baby.” His fingers dug into her hips as he fucked her harder, deeper. “Swallow every drop of his cum. I can’t wait until we can fill you completely at both ends with that—yes!”

His last stroke remained buried deep in her pussy as he fell still, all three of them catching their breath. Slowly they untangled, and Toby went to dispose of the condom while Logan got turned around and cuddled with her in bed.

After they were settled in, Chewi’s head appeared at the end of the bunk, his ears perked up, front paws on the end of the bed.

Are you stoopid humans quite finished?

Logan laughed. “He looks miffed.”

She patted the bed and the dog finally jumped up, turning around a couple of times before dropping down with a disgusted-sounding grunt.

“He is,” she said. “He’ll get over it.”

* * * *

Rebecca felt bad that the men were going to miss a day of work because of her, but she was glad that they were taking turns riding with her while the other drove their car.

It pissed Chewi off, having to give up his passenger seat, but she knew he’d get over it.

Eventually.

Eliza kept calling her throughout the day, making sure she was still with the guys and still heading south. After they arrived at the men’s home in Sarasota, Eliza pulled into the driveway a few minutes later.

Flying out of her car, she stormed over to Rebecca. “I should shake some goddamned sense into you!” She engulfed Rebecca in a crushing hug. “Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, do you hear!”

“I’m sorry. I panicked.”

“I know,” Eliza said, her voice muffled against Rebecca’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I thought I told you he was banned from the club.” She eased up on the hug to meet her gaze. “Stop running. Tilly, Tony, Seth, everyone has volunteered, if you need to, to let you stay with them if he tries anything. We are united with you against him. You are not alone any longer.”

Logan and Toby cleared their throats. “Oh, yeah,” Eliza said. “And not to mention, you have those two. So please, don’t ever run again. Let us do what friends do best and have your back. It’s time you get your life back.”

She nodded. “I will. I’m sorry.”

“Good.” She pulled Rebecca in for another hug. “Besides, I’d personally love another chance to hand that fucker his balls. You should have seen the way he avoided me like the plague that night at the club. Before Derrick and Kel threw him out, that is. It was a hoot. I would have followed him around the club making him uncomfortable if they hadn’t made such quick work of tossing him. And, yeah, everyone knows what he did to you and what he tried. No offense, I mentioned the pictures, too. Remember, outing someone is one of the lowest forms of asshattery in our community. He won’t be welcomed at any event in our area when word of that finishes getting around. And if he tries to spread those old pics around? Well, it only proves he’s an asshat. So stop worrying.”

“I hope you’re right.”

The men moved in, hugging both women. “She is,” Logan said.

“Listen to her,” Toby said.

“Yeah, listen to me.” Eliza gently poked her in the forehead. “And tonight, dinner, our place. Bring your laptop. Cali and her guys are coming over.”

“Why?”

“I want you to talk to her about ideas for your website and theirs.” She nodded to where Chewi was standing there watching them. “And bring him. Dominayshun dog there would be a hysterical model for the website in addition to Baxter and George.”

“George?”

“Abbey’s tortoise.”

“Oh.” Rebecca looked at Chewi. “What do you think?”

He sat, sneezing at them.

“I think he approves,” Rebecca said.

“Of course he does. We’re even going to try Boo as a model. A bulldog Domme. It’ll be hysterical and help both your sales and theirs. Now, no more talk about Sam, right?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Right.”

“Good.” Eliza turned to the men. “Next time, tie her up before you leave for work, huh?”

Chapter Twelve

Rebecca had several more shows to vend at over the next couple of months. The three of them spent as much time together as they could, sometimes the men driving or flying out to see her, or meeting somewhere halfway, so they could have a few days here and there.

Then she had a three-month break. There’d been a show she’d originally planned to vend at, but she’d managed to make the cancellation deadline to get a refund of her money, meaning she could, in good conscience, settle down for a little while with the men.

She rolled into their yard Tuesday morning around five, and feeling close to collapse. She didn’t even unhook the Toad, just grabbed Chewi and headed inside, used the bathroom, and snuggled in bed between her guys.

Toby rolled over and kissed her. “Morning, gorgeous.”

From the foot of the bed, Chewi sneezed at them.

“Not you, buddy,” Logan sleepily said, rolling over to sling an arm around her waist. “I’d molest you now, but I know you’re exhausted and we have to get up for work shortly.”

“I’m assuming you’re talking to me and not Chewi,” she teased.

Logan nibbled the back of her neck. “Duh.”

“Oh,” Toby said. “We were going to the coffee time at Perkins tonight. Everyone’s missed you and been asking about you. Might be able to sell some goodies.”

Part of her wanted to say no, to hog her men.

But she had missed her friends.

“Tilly and Loren will be there, too,” Logan said.

“Okay, you talked me into it.”

She fell asleep and didn’t even wake up when they got up to get ready for work. She texted them after lunchtime, once she’d woken up, got some coffee in her, and unloaded the Toad from the dolly. The plan was they would try to come pick her up as long as they didn’t get hung up at work and stuck in traffic. Otherwise, she’d meet them there.

The estate sale had cleared out the majority of the stuff at her uncle’s house. Now she was left with the tractor and trailer, the truck, and less than half of one of the storage sheds filled with odds and ends.

She was trying out different ideas for the house, on paper and on a computer program she’d bought, 3-D modeling software that allowed her to move stuff around in the house based on the dimensions she’d inputted.

It was no longer a matter of if she made this her home, but when.

The men finished at work in time to come pick Rebecca up. The three of them drove out to the Perkins where the coffee time would be held. They weren’t the first ones there, fortunately. They recognized several people already milling around in the back room area.

As they sat there talking, and more people joined them, out of the corner of her eye Rebecca spotted a familiar face walk into the room and home in on her like a beacon.

Staring at her, Sam took a seat at a table across the room where she couldn’t help but see him.

The men started to get up but she stayed them. “No. I got this.”

Smiling, she stood, walked over to the table, and sat down across from him without saying a word.