“Um, okay. Yeah. I’ll call. Thanks.”
Racing to her bedroom, she closed the door behind her, all sleep gone from her system.
It had been all she could do not to roll over and kiss him, to make love to him.
She pressed her forehead against the door and took several long, deep breaths to calm herself.
Landry’s nurse assured her he’d had a comfortable night and might be allowed to eat breakfast, albeit a clear liquid diet, that morning. When she returned to the kitchen, this time with a bathrobe on over the clothes she’d slept in, she didn’t miss Cris’ playful smirk.
“What?” she asked.
“It won’t bite you.”
She felt her face redden. “You know, I’m not forcing you to walk around with twenty pounds of weight hanging from your balls, and I told him he’s not allowed to castrate you. Cut me some slack.”
“I’m sorry, Til.” He still looked amused as he poured her coffee first and fixed it before handing it to her. “It’s just you ran like a scalded cat. The look on your face was hysterical.”
Unfortunately, she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind as she took a shower. She’d slept damn good, like a fucking rock.
It was the rare night she hadn’t slept well when with Cris.
Filing those conflicting feelings away under the heading of Ignore at All Costs, she got ready to go visit Landry.
Unfortunately, the memory of what Cris called her in the waiting room kept creeping back to mind.
Baby girl.
The unexpected flood of memories and emotions that simple endearment had brought back startled her. Despite that, she still slept on the couch the next two nights, with Cris, quickly falling asleep while watching movies, until Landry returned from the hospital.
Upon returning home Landry immediately went to bed to sleep and she lay there and stared at him, studying his features. She’d missed him, even with Cris’ presence to soothe her. Maybe one day she could bring herself to talk to Landry about it, to broach the subject and let him in that much more, to confess that longing to him.
To be his baby girl.
She went to sleep with the soothing, steady sound of his breath lulling her into sweet dreams.
Landry’s healing and treatments progressed until he had another break from chemo six weeks later. Tilly was working on her computer one evening when Landry walked into the office and kissed the back of her neck.
“Busy?”
“Not too much. Why?”
He draped his arms over her shoulders. “I have a favor to ask.”
His tone of voice more than anything put her on alert. “What?”
“Would you mind if I spent some time with Cris tonight?”
Her body tensed. “Why would I mind?” He hadn’t spent time with Cris like that since the last time, the night she watched them together without them knowing about it.
“It is all right if you wish to say no.”
“It’s okay,” she insisted.
He stroked her hair. “Are you sure? I don’t wish to cause you any distress.”
“It’s fine.” She shut down her computer. If Cris was going to get laid, frankly, she wanted to be on the other end of the house with the door shut and the TV turned up loud enough to drown out the sound. Sharing him wasn’t as easy to agree to as it once had been.
Despite how she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do it, she still crept down the hall later after Landry made love to her and left her bed to go to Cris. As he had the last time, he held off his own climax, yet gave her two mind shattering ones that normally would have put her to sleep like a light.
Cris’ bedroom door stood open more than halfway, but she kept back far enough to watch them in the mirror. Landry held Cris, kissing him, two lovers embracing and not a Master using his slave.
Her clit throbbed as she watched Landry straddle Cris and impale himself on his cock. It took every ounce of will inside her not to join them.
Cris stroked Landry’s thighs, twisted his nipples, then reached down and grabbed his cock.
“That’s it,” he hoarsely said. “Use my cock. Let me make you come.”
She felt an uncomfortable flashback as she remembered many times he’d said the same thing to her, in the same tone, as she rode him in their bed.
Cris closed his eyes and threw back his head, and that’s when Landry looked into the mirror and met her gaze.
Without words, she knew. He’d known about her presence the whole time, and probably the other time, too. He smiled at her but didn’t stop his slow rise and fall on Cris’ cock
Still looking in the mirror, he crooked his finger at her.
She bolted for their bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her, leaning against it and gasping for breath as tears spilled down her face. Dammit, she didn’t want to lose control like this.
She couldn’t be with Cris, not even like that.
Not after what she’d survived.
Never again could she make herself vulnerable to that man, even if she had Landry as her rock to keep her steady. Sleeping—clothed—on a couch was one thing. Watch him get the shit beat out of him? Sure.
Not this. Maybe one day, but not now.
She crawled under the covers and tried to go to sleep, but her heart raced in her chest. After what felt like forever, but she knew was maybe a half-hour later, he returned and slipped into bed with her.
Not a drop of sleep in her system.
He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you all right, love?”
“Yeah.”
He made her roll over to face him. “Do you wish for me not to do that again?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s okay.”
He brushed the hair away from her face. It was now long enough he could run his hands through it while they made love. “If you ever wish it,” he rumbled, “you are always welcomed to join us.” He nibbled on the base of her throat and she softly moaned as her body betrayed her.
He entered her, slowly stroking. “I saved that for you, love. Just for you.”
Her body melted as she writhed against him. Before he could ask for it, she climaxed as her throbbing clit rubbed against him perfectly.
Another quick thrust and he joined her. With his lips buried against her shoulder, he whispered, “You are my love. I will always save the best for you.”
She immediately dropped to sleep in his arms, with his softening cock buried inside her.
One more round of treatment, then another break. With his break in chemo, Landry returned to a playful, if somewhat subdued mood. He awoke the next Saturday morning and rolled on top of her, kissing her.
“Good morning, tiger,” she teased.
“Let’s go to the club tonight.”
She frowned. “Are you feeling up to it?”
“You are worse than Cris.”
“Well, the nurse part of me can’t forget the whole vomiting blood incident. I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.”
“The doctor said I can do what I feel like doing. I feel like going to the club tonight. I’ll take a nap this afternoon.”
She didn’t miss the playful gleam in his eye. “Aaannnd?”
He grinned. “I want to take you out to breakfast, and then shopping.”
“Shopping?”
He kissed her, long and hard enough she felt her own desire stirring. “Shopping.”
Cris didn’t react when Landry told him not to bother making them breakfast, that the two of them were going out. He nodded. “Yes, Master. Any instructions?”
“Use the day for any work-related issues needing your attention. Make sure you don’t wear yourself out before we go to the club tonight.”
She supposed Landry didn’t miss the almost invisible curl to Cris’ lips at that revelation. “Yes, Master.”