This NSFW adult excerpt is from A Crafty Ever After (Suncoast Society 76, MMF, BDSM) writing as Tymber Dalton:
Description
Following Cali’s health scare, Sean and Max have played the double-Dom card and put their feet down. She will marry one of them so she’ll finally have good health insurance. They don’t care which one.
Except when Cali can’t choose between them, she leaves the decision in their hands. And because life is never boring with Sean and Max, they can’t do anything the easy way. Where’s the fun in that? Now the two crafty bastards have yet another trick up their troublemaking sleeves to keep their beloved wife on her toes.
So how long, exactly, can the men conceal the groom’s true identity from their bride?
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Adult Excerpt:
When they emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, Max had bent to retrieve his boxers from the floor, but then froze as he met her gaze.
“You all right, sweetie?”
She nodded.
Sean stood there, still naked, but his hands on his hips. “Why the pouty lip?”
Had it been pouty? She sucked it in and shook her head. “Not pouty.”
“That was a pouty look.” Sean exchanged a knowing glance with Max and walked around the bed to sit on the edge next to her while Max climbed in on the right side.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked.
She wasn’t expecting to burst into tears and felt utterly stupid for doing so. “My stupid fucking hand. That was hotter than hell, and now I’m horny as hell, and my hand fucking hurts like hell.”
Max glanced at Sean. “Well, sweetheart, we can take care of the horny part for you, if you want. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you out. I thought you weren’t in the mood.”
“I wasn’t in the mood, until I watched you two being delicious together.”
Sean grinned. “We’re delicious, huh?”
She reached up to touch the new mark on his shoulder. “Yeah. Totally yum.”
Max nuzzled noses with her. “Then you tell us what you want, baby, and we’ll take care of you. I don’t want to hurt you in the bad way. You want us to go down on you—”
“Dibs!” Sean called out with a smile.
Max playfully rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t fooling her. “Or do you want us to get the Hitachi or nail driver out and use one of them?”
She wasn’t sure she was up for the nail driver today. The older model vibrator, which was actually designed for someone to use on their own back and shoulders, sounded like a piece of industrial equipment, hence its nickname.
And it damn sure could drive her over the edge.
“Sean,” she said.
Max sat against the headboard and cradled her against his body while Sean lifted the T-shirt’s hem and buried his face between her legs. Both of them sported morning stubble, Sean a little more so because he hadn’t shaved yesterday, and it felt deliciously scratchy against her thighs.
Max’s warm breath washed over her ear. “Bet he’s burying that sweet tongue of his inside you, isn’t he?”
That’s exactly what he was doing, and she whimpered in reply.
He tipped her head back onto his left shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, holding her left wrist and trapping that arm against her body, but with her wounded righty resting on top of his, safely out of the way.
“Flick her clit, Sean.”
He did, a light, steady motion that made her gasp and whine and try to grind her hips against him, but held immobile against Max’s body, she couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Our poor baby,” Max evilly cooed loudly enough for Sean to hear. “If we knew you were this horny, we would have taken care of you first. I guess that just means we’ll have to take care of you longer and make it last to make up for you having to wait, hmm?”
Uh oh.
I’m fucked.
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