Page 11 of Release

We worked our way through that. That was before he knew what Ellen was to me. Then, he felt guilty as fuck over it and settled the hell down. Ever since our scare the day of the flood, where we didn’t know if Declan was even alive or not, George has actively tried to convince me to join them as a triad. I think maybe he’s scared he might lose me, too.

At least George understands now, I think, that Declan’s not going anywhere. If he doesn’t understand it yet, I think he’s starting to.

I hope.

Ireallydonotwant to revisit that possessive bullshit phase of George’s. Especially since I’m pretty sure at this point that if he forced Declan to choose, I’d be the loser.

Then George gives me a sleepy smile and swirls his tongue around my index finger. Not going to lie—it gets the desire reaction. My clit’s throbbing.

Something tells me the only way I’ll be able to escape this bed this morning is if orgasms happen first.

Of course, that’s not theworstway to start a morning.

With my free hand, I grab Declan’s hand and slide it down my stomach, inside my panties. Then I hook that arm around behind my head, cupping Declan’s head and fisting his hair. “You know what to do,boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbles against the nape of my neck as his fingers skillfully begin to stroke me.

Did I mention my boy is well-trained?

George looks a little more awake now, passion darkening those gorgeous blue eyes. I don’t break eye contact with him and enjoy knowing this kind of sadism has an effect on him, too. His warm breath brushes across my hand, where he’s still teasing my finger.

The man might be a sadist, but with me, a woman and his friend of over twenty years, I damn well know he’s not going to do more than he is now without me explicitly telling him he can. He’s too scared of pushing me away.

And, in the depths of his soul, he is a good man. Maybe batshit crazy and struggling to find his new level, but he’s not…evil.

He’s not like me.

As Declan does his thing, I grow slippery and it makes what my boy’s doing to me feel even better. I suffer not the slightest bit of guilt over squirming and wiggling my ass against Declan’s erection, because I know the softy sadist will take care of him shortly.

“How’s it feel?” George hoarsely asks.

I’m definitely a bitch—I’ll own it. I grab Declan’s hand and pull it from between my legs and push his fingers into George’s mouth.

Both men moan, and yeah, it’s kinda hot watching George sucking my juices off Declan’s fingers.

“Fuuuuck,” Declan moans behind me. His cock is eagerly twitching against my ass, but all due credit to the boy, he’s still not humping me.

I giggle and grab Declan’s hand again, returning it to my pussy.

George goes back to sucking on my finger. I know he thinks he’s going to try to persuade me to invite him to do more than he is, but not this morning.

It’s not that I’m trying to be difficult just for the sake of being a sadist, either. I spent too many damn years with zero control.

Now that, as an adult, I have the control denied to me for so long, I don’tknowhow to release it to someone else. If George honestly wants to prove himself to me, he’ll keep taking this at my speed and let my ragged, tattered soul slowly come to grips with it.

Declan earns anAfor effort, though, for not humping what has to be a nearly painful erection against my panty-clad ass.

George throws the sheet off him, which also bares me and Declan. Still holding my hand and sucking on my finger, he reaches down with his other hand, shoves down the waistband of his sleep shorts, and starts to slowly stroke his erection.

All while staring me in the eyes.

Fuuuuck. The man has a gorgeous cock. He’shung. Declan’s nothing to sneeze at, but he’s not as large as George. As Declan’s fingers dip inside me before stroking my clit again, George gathers pre-cum from the head of his cock and reaches around me, shoving his thumb into Declan’s mouth and making the boy moan.

That’s when I spot George’s evil smirk.

Fair enough, because I’m probably wearing one right now, too.

Well-played, George. Well-played.