“You’ve been my best friend, my brother. I don’t know when it changed…”
“Changed?”
“When sharing subs didn’t feel right anymore. I don’t know how to put it into words. It always felt like it was either or. Then there was you.” Zack cupped her face. “You,” he accused, “changed everything, my little club bunny.”
Zack’s warm smile reached his eyes. “You make me want to be happy, Sophie. I realized that I have everything in the world I could want, but at the end of the day, it doesn't mean anythingif I don't have you to share it with. You and Aiden are my everything.”
Zack leaned in and pressed his lips solidly to Aiden’s. A silent vow and wish of what’s to come. He pulled back and met Aiden’s gaze. “I want you both. In my life, my work, my bed.”
Aiden’s eyes sparkled, and he touched Zack’s cheek. “I think we’ll need a bigger bed for the three of us.”
“Consider it done.”
EPILOGUE
Sophie
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Zack whispered in her ear.
Sophie hummed, a contented, boneless sound, and burrowed deeper into the warmth of the bed. She was cocooned, a Sophie-sandwich, with Aiden solid and steady at her back, and the faint, clean scent of Zack emanating from the pillow in front of her. The sheets were cool and crisp, the duvet a heavy, comforting weight.
“Morning.”
She let her mind drift back to the night before. The feeling of the chains holding her, the grounding weight of Zack at her back,the intense, unwavering focus of Aiden’s gaze. The humiliating, thrilling jingle of the bell. The sharp sting of the flogger that bloomed into a heat that spread through her entire body. She remembered the broken plea on her lips, the desperate, overwhelming need for release that they had so expertly stoked and denied.
“I called my safeword,” she murmured, the words small and heavy. “I’m sorry. I ruined the scene.”
Aiden’s hand stilled in her hair. Zack’s entire body went rigid. He leaned in closer, his gaze pinning hers, intense and unwavering. “Don’t you ever apologize for that. Not to me. Not to anyone.”
“Don’t you dare,” Aiden echoed, his voice a firm, gentle vibration against her back. “Sophie, look at me.” He tilted her chin until she met his eyes. “Your word is the most powerful one in any room we’re in. It is the law. It doesn’t matter how deep we are, how much power you think we have. You say that word, and the world stops. Every single time. Your well-being is the only thing that matters. The only thing. Do you understand me?”
Tears welled in her eyes again, but these were different. They weren't from panic or pain. They shimmered with profound, overwhelming relief.
How was she so lucky to find not one, but two men who no matter the games they played still held her well-being above all.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word catching in her throat.
“I know you can do better than that.”
“Yes, Daddy, Sir. I understand and acknowledge that using my safeword doesn’t ruin a scene, that it is there to keep me safe.” She looked from Aiden to Zack.
“I need you,” she whispered, the admission raw and unguarded. She wasn't just talking about last night. It was a deeper, more fundamental need. A need for their strength, their control, their unwavering presence.
“Then you have us,” Zack rumbled, the possessive growl back in his voice, but this time it was a promise, not a threat. “Always.”
Aiden’s hands moved from her hair, sliding down her back in a slow, proprietary sweep. His fingers found the hem of her shirt—the t-shirt he dressed her in last night, a worn, soft thing that smelled faintly of him. He peeled it up and over her head in one smooth motion, baring her to the soft, morning light. The cool air kissed her skin, and she shivered.
Zack shifted, maneuvering her with an easy, confident strength. He lay her back against the rumpled sheets, moving over her until he was settled between her thighs. “Turn over,” he commanded, a soft growl.
Aiden helped her, guiding her until she was facing Zack, her legs automatically wrapping around his lean waist. Zack’s hands framed her face, his thumbs stroking the tear tracks on her cheeks. He was still in his jeans from the night before, the rough denim a delicious friction against her bare, sensitive folds. The aches from the flogger and paddle were dull, persistent reminders, a ghost of a storm now passed.
Aiden settled behind her, a solid wall of warmth at her back. His hands roamed, one tracing the faded marks on her ass, the other sliding around her ribcage to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the still-sensitive peak. He was a master conductor, and they were his orchestra.
“You’re still thinking about last night,” Zack murmured, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate grind. The hard length of him, still trapped behind his zipper, pressed against her clit with a maddening, teasing pressure. “Let it go, Sophie. That’s an order.”
Aiden’s breath was warm against her shoulder. He nipped at the curve where it met her neck, a sharp, stinging bite that made her gasp and arch back into him. The involuntary movementpushed her hips down, causing Zack’s cock to slip against her, the denim riding up, the hot, bare head of him brushing against her slick entrance for a breathtaking second before it was gone again.
Zack’s grip on her hips tightened, stilling her. “Greedy little thing,” he growled, though the smirk on his face belied the harshness of the words. “Look at you, trying to steal a taste.”
