[Siren Sensations: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]
Stuart has no regrets about his new life with Brandon and Jeff. For the first time, he feels he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, with a family who loves him for who he is. Even despite the craziness with Brandon’s ex, it’s all worth it.
Jeff knows this is for life with the two men and has never felt happier. When a mission to help his sister’s friend leads to an unexpected health crisis with an uncertain outcome, he is forced to admit he’s also vulnerable in ways he never imagined, both physically and emotionally.
Brandon gets that his ex has issues, but he won’t let those stand in the way of him and his husbands parenting Emma, his teenaged daughter. Jeff and Stuart have proven they’re there for life. Now their sanity is stretched to the max in ways they never imagined by a horrific truth—they’re raising a teenaged daughter who’s starting to date.
Note: This book contains double penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Brandon sat at the breakfast bar and nursed his mug of coffee early that Monday morning.
Two pairs of eyes, one hazel and one green, stared at him in response to what he’d just announced.
“What?” It wasn’t quite dawn yet. He was still trying to wake up enough to take a shower and leave for work. Emma had just departed for her early swim practice before her summer school session started.
Jeff finally spoke. “Can I ask a question, Sir?”
“Not that I’m complaining about our collaring being next weekend, but by next weekend do you mean this coming weekend, or the weekend after that? Because I thought Emma was home this weekend?”
“The weekend after. Sorry.” Brandon couldn’t hold back his yawn. “You two know I don’t morning well.”
Stuart smiled. “Sorry, Sir.”
“And yes, she is home this weekend. Next weekend she’s going to Grace’s. Her parents are taking them to a special presentation up at Mote on Saturday night.”
Emma was Brandon’s sixteen-year-old daughter, who primarily lived with them. When school started up again at the end of summer, she’d be a junior.
He couldn’t believe it, when it just seemed like she’d been born a few months ago. That’s what it felt like, anyway.
The three men had been living together for four months now, following three months of dating. The better part of a year spent together, and Brandon knew the men were who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Which was why he’d broken the news to them that morning, letting them know when their collaring would be. He’d left the date flexible, both to keep the men on their toes and because he hadn’t been sure what Emma’s schedule was.
Brandon was still trying to help Emma repair her relationship with her mother, Tracey, his ex-wife. Tracey wasn’t making it easy, unfortunately. Due in no small part, Brandon suspected, to Tracey’s husband, Pat.
The collaring was something he’d actually wanted to do for weeks, but he hadn’t wanted to schedule a date for their ceremony only to have to change plans at the last minute because of something his ex-wife did to make Emma not want to go visit her.
But Emma never missed a scheduled event with her bestie, Grace. Ever. The girls were practically inseparable.
Brandon had already received the chainmaille necklaces he planned to give Jeff and Stuart to wear as their day collars. Something they could wear to work and around Emma without it raising any awkward questions.
Stuart hadn’t commented on his announcement. “Would you like to add something?” Brandon asked him.
Stuart smiled. “No, Sir. I’m happy we’re doing it.”
“Collaring will require a new level of behavior from you both, though. I’m working on a few rituals we can do, even when Emma’s around, that won’t ping her radar. Hopefully. I consider collaring the two of you to be every bit as serious as marriage.”
Both men’s smiles widened. “Yes, Sir.”
Brandon took another sip of his coffee, his cock trying to wake up. “I do like it when you’re in stereo.”
* * * *
Someone who didn’t know Brandon and Jeff might tell Stuart he was being an idiot. That the first relationship he’d been in with a guy—guys, plural—had resulted in him moving in with them, and now working toward making it a committed, permanent dynamic?
Except Stuart considered himself damned lucky. A series of events had culminated in him standing where he was right then, with these two men, and there wasn’t any other place he wanted to be.
Definitely not in Iowa, where he’d moved from, and where all his family still lived.
His oldest brother, Jake, had phoned him a few weeks ago, deriding him for coming out to their mother over the phone and calling him a number of different names before angrily hanging up on him.
Then again, his brother was a bully raising two bully sons, and Jake’s opinion no longer mattered to Stuart.
Especially not when Stuart lived over a thousand miles away from the guy, and the rest of his family.
He had a new family. He had Brandon, Jeff, Emma, and their growing band of friends from Venture and the Suncoast Society. A few times already they’d attended family-friendly Suncoast Society cookouts with Emma.
Being with this group of people felt more like a “family” than Stuart had ever felt growing up surrounded by people related through birth and blood.
Damn sure more pleasant to be around.
“You want breakfast, Sir?” Jeff asked.
“That’d be nice, thank you.”
Stuart set to helping him fix it when Brandon spoke again. “Another thing we need to handle is setting up a joint bank account for the three of us.”
That made both him and Jeff turn, stereo again.
Brandon’s handsome, sleepy smile curved his lips. “You keep up the stereo act, I’m going to want to fuck you both this morning, and I don’t have time for that.” He took another sip of coffee “Bank account. Joint account. The three of us. I don’t understand what’s so complicated about that?”
“Um, why?” Stuart asked.
“For us to deposit our monthly share of expenses, and the grocery expenses. Instead of you both handing stuff to me. That just creates more work for me. We can each have an ATM card for it. I’ll set up our household bills to auto-pay from that account for simplicity. Which brings me to another point—I need to get both of you added to the utilities.”
Stuart didn’t understand why his pulse started racing. “Utilities?”
“Yeah. If something happens to me, you both need to be able to access all of that. I’m going to talk to Ed about what we need to set up in terms of a trust for all of us for powers of attorney, things like that. He’s an expert in all of that.”
Jeff patted Stuart on the back. “Why do you look terrified, buddy? This is a good thing.”
“I know. That’s why I’m terrified.” Stuart stared up into Jeff’s hazel eyes. Both men were taller than Stuart’s five nine. Jeff was six feet, and Brandon six two. “This is…real. This is happening. It’s the good kind of terror. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Brandon set his coffee mug on the counter, stood, and rounded the end of it to engulf both men in a hug. “It’s okay, buddy. We’re not going anywhere. We love you. I know Emma loves you guys. I’m kind of scared, too.”
“Me, too,” Jeff said.
“I don’t think we’d be human if we weren’t at least a little scared,” Brandon added. “This is a big step for all of us, but I feel it’s the right one. If you need us to slow down—”
Stuart vigorously shook his head. “No, Sir. I don’t want to slow down. I want to be with you both.”
“Okay, then.” He smiled. “Somebody better get breakfast started then, before they earn a bad kind of spanking.”
Stuart grinned. “Yes, Sir!”
Brandon grabbed Jeff’s head and pulled him onto his cock. “Get busy, boy.” He reached out, pulled Stuart in for a kiss, then pushed him down onto his knees. “You help him. Don’t make me come, just get me nice and ready.”
There weren’t many things better than his two boys going at his cock and balls in tandem. One on each side, or one sucking his cock and one working on his balls. Either way, he wasn’t picky.
With a hand on each of their heads, buried in their hair, he took charge, fucking his cock between them.
“That is sooo fucking hot,” he said. “And I think Jeff’s earned an extra reward tonight for changing Emma’s tire. I’ll be the middle of the sandwich. Jeff can fuck me while I fuck Stuart. We haven’t done that permutation in a while.”
Both men moaned around Brandon’s cock, which only made him stiffer. He was forty-two, where Jeff was thirty-eight, and Stuart was twenty-six. Meaning their little beta subby sometimes ran the two of them ragged.
In their situation, three was definitely a magic number, especially when it came to keeping Stuart contentedly fucked into a happy, gooey mess.
Moving them from the shower to the bedroom after they’d all dried off, Brandon grabbed an acrylic paddle from the toybag stashed under his bed and had both men bend over the edge of the bed once they’d both donned their leather cuffs and collars.
“Fast and furious so we can get to the fucking,” he joked, quickly delivering a series of hard strokes to both men’s asses, turning them a lovely shade of pink and leaving both their cocks hard and dripping.
It hadn’t taken Brandon long to condition both men to get horny from pain. That’d been the easy part.
Keeping up with the two of them sometimes proved tougher.
Once he knew he had two well-spanked and horny boys ready for fucking, he got Stuart up on the bed, on his back, wrist cuffs hooked to the headboard and legs spread wide as Brandon got him lubed. He took his time working his condom-sheathed cock into Stuart’s ass, falling still once he was balls-deep inside him so Jeff could do the same behind him.
“Mmm, yeah.” Brandon kissed Stuart, enjoying the feel of Jeff’s fingers in his ass, his cock twitching inside Stuart with every movement Jeff made. “Sooo fucking good.” He smiled down at Stuart. “So when are you going to get curious about DP, hmm?”
They’d helped Jeff check that off his sexual bucket list not that long ago. Wasn’t something they did every time they made love, but the few times they had done it, Jeff’s eyes had nearly rolled back in his head from how good he said it felt.
Between them, Brandon felt Stuart’s cock twitch. “I’ve been thinking about it, Sir.”
“You have, hmm?” Brandon’s eyes fell closed again as Jeff worked up to three fingers in his ass. “Yeah, boy. That’s the spot.”
“I think I’d maybe like to try it. At least once. At some point.”
“Oooh, someone’s going to be getting some new butt plugs,” Jeff teased from behind Brandon.
“Someone better be getting their cock up my ass if they want to get off tonight before Emma gets home.”
Jeff was soon doing just that, making Brandon moan as Jeff slowly fucked him a little at a time. He didn’t bottom to them like this as often as they did to him or each other, so whenever one of them fucked him, they had to ease him into it, at first.
Then he liked for them to plow him hard.
Even better when his own cock was buried in one of their asses or mouths at the same time. There was nothing quite like that exquisite pleasure, sliding back and forth between them, filling and being filled.
He leaned in again and sucked on Stuart’s lower lip. “Don’t you come yet, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” His sweet green eyes had glazed over. Their gorgeous, eager little beta subby boy.
In their time together, he and Jeff had countless hours of fun introducing Stuart to all sorts of pleasures he’d only been able to dream about before he moved to Florida. When the two of them topped Stuart at the same time, it drove the younger man hard and deep into subspace, where he was happy to stay for as long as possible.
Whether it was taking a beating from them, or being filled at both ends by their cocks—or all of the above—Stuart was always eager and willing to please and play.
Sometimes, Brandon enjoyed taking his time fucking Stuart like this, slowly building him up, hitting just the right angle to make him come without even having to touch his cock for him. The first time that had happened, it’d surprised the hell out of Stuart in the good way.
Tonight, however, they wouldn’t have time. Not with the clock ticking and Emma due back soon. “Jeff, don’t you come yet, either.”