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  Yeah, that was hot. Really hot. She loved watching the two of them together, regardless of who was in control at the time. It was just…

  Hot.

  She knew some of their friends didn’t get their kinky dynamic, how Sully could switch with Mac, but Clarisse loved it. Even some of their friends who were switches didn’t get it. They weren’t like John and Abbey, where both of them were switches without a “default mode.” And even on the boat, Sully was still their Master. They felt it in their hearts.

  It didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy letting the reins loose every once in a while for Mac to take charge of things.

  Clarisse didn’t switch. Sully and Mac had once asked her if she wanted a “boat rules” equivalent every so often, but she declined. While she loved and trusted and understood her guys, she didn’t want to dominate either one of them.

  They had a little dog for that. Bart the Dom dog.

  And their two kids.

  The only time she’d ever come close to taking charge was during Mac’s extensive and grueling rehab. Where she’d had to play drill sergeant to get him to do his exercises sometimes when he didn’t want to.

  But that was…different.

  Even in those darkest days, in Clarisse’s heart, Mac was still her Sir. Even when he lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Yes, also owned by their Master, Sully, but still an extra tier of emotional support and safety in her life once his recovery reached a level that impressed all of his doctors and rehab therapists.

  That would never change.

  Mac smiled down at Sully, who had his hands wrapped around the other man’s thighs. “I’m not going to deny I enjoy this,” Mac said. “Every once in a while.” He picked up the pace as he fucked Sully’s mouth. “It’s nice to have the memory of looking down and seeing your eyes staring up at me, my cock down your throat. Pet, since you’re just standing there, why don’t you get busy and suck his cock. He’s doing a good job and I want him to have an incentive to keep doing it.”

  Mac widened his stance enough that she could lie down on her back between his legs and reach Sully’s cock. Sully let out a loud, long moan as she swallowed his cock.

  “Good girl, pet,” Mac said, sounding a little hoarse now. “Play with his balls, too. Just don’t let him come yet. I have plans for him.”

  She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of Sully’s cock, pressing on the underside, going slowly, knowing how to keep him close to the edge without tipping him over. With her other hand she gently squeezed his balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand.

  A low hiss of pleasure escaped Mac as Sully moaned around his cock. “That’s it, pet. Make him make noises. That feels so fucking good.”

  After a few minutes, Mac pulled his cock out of Sully’s mouth. “Get up, pet,” he said. Time for some fun.” He grabbed the bottle of lube he’d brought on board with them and headed out onto the deck.

  Clarisse followed him, looking around, scanning the horizon. They were ten miles offshore, and other than what looked like a large shrimper several miles to the south of them and heading in, they had this patch of ocean all to themselves.

  Mac had her sit on the stern, legs spread wide. Grabbing Sully by the hair, he bent him over. “Make her yell her head off,” Mac playfully ordered. “I want to hear her coming.”

  Sully didn’t have to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around her legs and buried his face in her pussy, knowing exactly how to get her off quickly. She leaned back, propped on her arms, and watched as Mac stripped and started slathering his cock with lube. Then he dropped to his knees behind Sully, nudging the other man’s legs farther apart.

  “You want to play,” Mac said, “you have to pay.” He drizzled lube over his hand and started working a finger into Sully’s rim.

  Sully let out a moan that reverberated through Clarisse’s pussy, making her moan in response. She was trying not to let her eyes fall closed, not wanting to miss watching a second of the sexy action, but it was damn hard not to just let go and succumb to Sully’s talented mouth as he licked and sucked on her clit.

  After Mac had three fingers easily sliding into Sully’s ass, he lined his cock up with the man’s rim and sank home. Clarisse climaxed as Sully’s fingers dug into her thighs, his moan of pleasure echoing through her entire body.

  “That’s it,” Mac said. “Today, you’re the middle of the sandwich. Been too damn long since I’ve had my cock in your ass.” He grabbed Sully’s hair and pulled him up and off Clarisse. “Stand up. Don’t lose my cock or you’ll get tied to the railing with a butt plug up you all afternoon and no relief.”

  As one, the men got to their feet.

  “Pet,” Mac said, “turn around and present that gorgeous ass. I want him in your pussy when I’m fucking him.”

  She slid off the stern, feet planted on the deck, her breasts pressed against the sun-warmed fiberglass of the stern as Sully slid his cock inside her. Wrapping her fingers around the edge of the stern, she arched her back, gaining just a little more cock inside her pussy.

  “Good girl,” Mac said. “Sully, give her a hand. Don’t leave her hanging.”

  His hands encircled her, fingers finding her swollen, sensitive clit and playing with it. She let out a moan as another orgasm trickled through her.

  “Now I’m going to ream your ass out,” Mac said. “Leave you something to remember me by for a while. Don’t you dare fucking come before I do, or your ass will be black and blue in addition to being well fucked by the time we get back to port.”

  Clarisse felt Mac’s thrusts as Sully was shoved into her with each stroke. Timing it just right, she found and picked up Mac’s rhythm, so that she was withdrawing when Mac did and slamming her hips back against Sully when Mac thrust.

  Sully groaned. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t hold out long. It feels too damn good.”

  “You’d better hold out,” Mac said. “You won’t like it if you don’t.” Clarisse heard the sound of Mac slapping Sully’s ass as he fucked him. “Like I said, I’m going to make damn good use of the time I have in the driver’s seat.”

  Clarisse was glad she hadn’t been given any orders to hold it. Another orgasm ripped through her, made only better by the feel of Sully’s cock bottoming out inside her.

  Behind them, Mac let out a familiar grunt she knew signaled the start of his own release. She gave up trying to keep up with their rhythms, now simply holding on and enjoying it.

  “Okay,” Mac gasped. “You may come.”

  Sully grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard and fast and triggering yet another orgasm in her, the weight of his body pinning her against the stern until his cock finally exploded and filled her.

  As they all laid there, the world gradually coming back to them, the thrum of the generator, the sound of the water against the hull, Clarisse snickered.

  “What’s so funny, pet?” Mac asked from the back of the pile.

  “I’m sure when Uncle Tad named this the Dilly Dally that he never expected anything like this to happen on board.”

  “Probably not,” Sully agreed.

  “Or, maybe he did,” Mac said. “Who knows what he and your aunt did?”

  “I don’t want to know,” Clarisse said.

  After they untangled themselves, they jumped into the warm Gulf water for a quick swim and to clean up. After climbing back on board, rinsing the salt water off with fresh and drying off, Mac reached for the key to the lock on Sully’s collar and opened it.

  Sully looked confused. “What are you doing?”

  Mac shrugged, a bashful smile on his face. “I’m good.”

  Sully caught Mac’s hand before he could unbuckle the collar. “What about boat rules? This is your afternoon to be in charge. We agreed.”

  “I only had a little toppy energy to expend.” He tipped his head toward Clarisse. “I don’t know if it’s because she’s always looking to me as her Sir, even when I’m Your slave, or because of being dad to the kids
, or what. But I’m good, seriously.”

  Sully released Mac’s hand. “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure.” He removed Sully’s collar and slipped the lock back into place, closing it with a soft click. “I get to be in charge enough right now. I prefer our natural order of things.”

  Sully leaned in and kissed him, opening his arm toward Clarisse so they could include her in their hug. “I prefer our natural order of things, too,” Sully said, “but I won’t deny I like the occasional boat rules outing.”

  “You guys have no idea how hot it is watching you two together,” she said. “Especially like that.”

  Sully nuzzled his nose against hers. “No toppy time for you, huh?”

  “Nope. I’m good. Being a mom is more than enough toppy time for me. I’d rather be a minion than a mastermind.”

  Mac laughed. “Maybe we need to paint you yellow and get you a little blue romper to wear.”

  “Umm, yeeaahh, no. That’s not happening.”

  “You safewording on that, pet?” Sully asked.

  “Yes. Because if I don’t, you two won’t be happy until you do it to me.”

  “You know us far too well, pet,” Mac said.

  “Which is why I’m happy to always be the pet.”

  Overhead, a gull cried out before it landed on the stern and stared at them.

  “Sorry,” she called out to it. “We’re not fishing today.” It wasn’t unusual for gulls to follow them out, or to investigate them, always on the search for a handout of bait or chum.

  “I bet the boys would like it if we minionized you,” Mac teased.

  “No.”

  “But you’d look so cute,” Sully said.

  “No. Don’t make me mom-voice you two.”

  The men laughed. “Yeah,” Mac said. “That’s sort of a chubby-killer when you use that tone.”

  * * * *

  Sully wasn’t going to argue with Mac. The man knew his own mind and was capable of making decisions. And that was why he also wouldn’t feel guilty about the abbreviated boat rules day, either.

  After their years together, if Sully couldn’t trust Mac to know what he needed, then there were more serious issues to be dealt with.

  Clarisse turned on the radio and plugged her iPod into it. The sounds of Jimmy Buffet rolled through the cabin and out over the water.

  “That’s more like it, babe,” Mac said, doing a silly little naked bump-and-grind against her. “Let’s party like we don’t have a babysitter awaiting our return and two cranky toddlers to soothe.”

  Sully laughed. More because of that fact than their dance. “Ooh, that’s so romantic. Talk dirty diapers to me.”

  They all laughed. It was a running joke with them in some of the precious alone time that they got, about merging parenting with their dynamic without either suffering.

  So far, they’d managed it, even though it meant an end to nakey days for Mac and Clarisse, and they weren’t free to scene whenever they wanted to.

  Because there were days when Sully had stared at Mac as he laid in the hospital bed and wished and prayed for the man to open his eyes.

  Days he couldn’t erase from his memory. Days that couldn’t have been less like the beauty of this afternoon. Days where he thought times like this were a thing of the past.

  Days when he realized that, without meaning to, he’d taken Brant for granted in many ways, that the man would always be there for him, indestructible. He was the one who had issues, between his bum leg and nightmares of the shooting that permanently and prematurely retired him from the force. He was the one he assumed would be the weaker of the two of them regardless of Brant being his slave.

  Or maybe Clarisse was stronger than both of them put together. Not just the love of their lives and the mother of their children, but she’d faced evil head on and blown its brains out.

  Literally.

  A fact no one else knew besides the three of them.

  A fact no one else would ever know for certain.

  He hadn’t been able to protect Brant. He hadn’t been able to protect Clarisse. And yet these two people looked up to him as their Owner and Master and husband. They had two sons who looked up to him as their father.

  He liked the boat rules days to remind him of that fallibility. Not that it was a state he wanted to occupy full time, but it was a nice escape on occasion.

  With a soft breeze and smooth, glassy rollers on a light current, the boat barely bobbed on the water. They spread towels on the deck and stretched out for a nap, sunning themselves, enjoying the brief respite today provided. Yes, once their boys were old enough to go to school, the three of them could snatch little moments of time here and there at home and not have to go out on the boat or rent a hotel room to do it.

  Sully preferred the boat, though. Not just for boat rules, but it was also where Clarisse had originally burst into their lives, literally, when she’d stowed away on it thinking it still belonged to her uncle.

  And despite it being the place where Brant almost lost his life, Sully still loved it. Because it was where the two of them became three.

  And he wasn’t entirely sure that at least one of their sons might have been conceived while aboard it, too.

  They had survived, healed, and moved on, their family growing, while Clarisse’s ex was worm food.

  Sully lay in the middle. He reached to either side of him and found Brant and Clarisse’s hands. “Love you, guys.”

  “Love you, too, Master,” they echoed in unison, setting off giggles in Clarisse and laughter in Mac.

  “Stereo,” Sully said. “Ahh, gotta love it.”

  * * * *

  Mac loved the feel of the sun against his naked body. A nearly perfect day, the two people he loved, a quiet boat, and a calm Gulf.

  Perfection.

  He’d dozed off when Sully squeezed his hand, waking him. “Ready to head in, Brant?”

  Mac lifted his head, feeling a little groggy. “How long’s it been?”

  “It’s nearly three.”

  “Holy crap.” He sat up. Clarisse was already up and dressed. Sully was standing, leaning over, a pair of shorts on. “How long was I asleep?”

  “Over an hour.”

  He rolled over and climbed to his feet, stretching. “Wow. I’m surprised I’m not charbroiled.”

  Clarisse held up a can of spray suntan lotion. “Got ya covered, Sir.”

  “Ah. Smart pet.”

  “I try.”

  They ate their lunch of sandwiches before Clarisse shut off the genny and cranked the engines. Mac made his way forward to the bow to make sure the anchor windlass coiled properly. Clarisse bumped the throttle just enough to put a little slack in the line as it started coiling.

  Once the anchor was stowed and Mac had made his way back to the wheelhouse, Clarisse punched in their return course and got them turned around.

  “This was a nice day,” Mac said. “We should do this more often.”

  “Hey,” Sully teased. “I asked you if you wanted to keep doing boat rules.”

  “I don’t just mean that,” Mac said. “I mean this. Together. This is nice.”

  “Yeah, and once the boys are old enough to come out with us, that’ll effectively end the era of boat rules.”

  Mac sighed. “I know.” He wrapped his arms around Sully from behind and rested his chin on Sully’s shoulder. “We’ll have to get more creative the older they get.”

  Clarisse giggled. “They’re already creative. They’re going to be a handful when they’re older, if they’re anything like their fathers.” She cast a loving gaze at them from where she sat behind the wheel. She knew this boat even better than Mac did, having first practically grown up on it with her uncle and aunt, and then supervising the later refits to it to turn it into a fish-and-dive charter boat instead of a commercial fishing vessel.

  “You mean more of a handful than they already are?” Sully asked. “Maybe I should book more out-of-town speaking engagements,”
he teased.

  She leveled a finger at him. “Don’t you dare. Master,” she quickly added. “I need all the help I can get with those two.”

  “You know I’m just teasing, pet.” He patted Mac’s hands and turned in his embrace. “But I do think I know someone who might be in need of a quick paddling before we get too close to shore.”

  Mac let out a happy sigh. “Yes, Master.” He headed for the hatch to go below decks. They couldn’t do much impact play at the house with the boys there for fear of them hearing. Two inquisitive toddlers were not conducive to loud play.

  Behind him, he heard Sully kiss Clarisse. “We’ll be back up in a few.”

  “Take your time, boys,” she said. “We’ll be at least ninety minutes before we reach the dock.”

  Mac had already stripped and leaned over the galley table between the booth seats.

  “Just what I wanted to see,” Sully said, grabbing Mac’s ass cheeks and squeezing, hard.

  Mac’s head dropped, his eyes falling closed. Around them the low throb of the diesel engines and the sound of water against the hull helped drown out his pounding pulse.

  Sully grabbed the back of Mac’s collar with his left hand and laid the cool wood of the paddle against his ass cheeks. “Sorry this will be quick and hard, slave,” Sully said. “Next week we’ll get a couple of hours while Clarisse takes the boys to visit Tad.”

  “Yes, Master,” he said.

  The first impact was stinging, hard, loud, the crack slicing through the cabin even as the pain bit through his nervous system.

  Yeesss…

  No, Clarisse wasn’t a pain slut. She didn’t need it the way he did.

  She didn’t need the mental reset.

  He craved it. He’d take everything Sully would throw at him and then some without a single complaint.

  Sully paddled him, hard, with just enough time between strokes to allow him to process each one before the next landed, but not slowly enough to give him time to think about them and throw off his rhythm. By the time Sully finished, Mac had a nice, hot, glowing red ass, and a raging hard-on to boot.