The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(22)

He wasn’t yet ready to say it was romance. The hints were there in their friendly companionship and the great sex they’d shared, but it was too soon to tell if it was compatibility or possible romance. Therefore, his role as Dom was to plan a scene that would be quite different for the three of them. Something that would extend them all out of their comfort zones and make them relate to the challenge and to each other in new ways. And if he got it right, they would know where their relationship was going.

His cock was standing up and pressing against his nursing uniform pants. It certainly knew where it wanted to go. But a real relationship was more than sex. Oh yes, there would be sex, and likely some bondage as well, but there had to be more than that. Looking at the plants and flowers at Daisy’s had been romantic. Playing in the love swing had been romantic. Now, what could he think of that was totally different, challenging, yet still romantic?

When he got back to his apartment after his shift at the clinic Fergus stood under the shower until the water ran cold. His cock needed some attention, but it no longer felt right to jack himself off. If the ménage was to be successful, all three of them needed to be present whenever he came, and while he could happily stand there pulling on his dick and thinking of Sierra’s lush and toned body, he really didn’t want to think like that about Campbell. Cam was his friend, his colleague, his sub, end of story.

Fergus moved to the kitchen area of his apartment, put a pot of water on to boil, and grabbed a bag of pasta. Then he took out his wok, tipped some hamburger beef into it, added some frozen chopped onion, and opened a can of chopped tomatoes, and a can of corn, and tipped them in to the meat mixture as well. He had to hunt around but eventually found a can of beans which he added to the wok, stirring everything. By then the water was boiling so he poured the pasta into it and stirred it, then stirred his meat mixture. A big jar of pasta sauce was the final ingredient, a few more stirs of both pots and his meal was ready.

Fergus took out a large bowl and strained the pasta then dumped it into the bowl, pouring his cooked meat and vegetables on top. After thoroughly mixing it all together, he divided the meal in half, placing one section into a large tub for tomorrow’s supper and taking the other section to his favorite armchair to eat now.

He ate slowly, savoring all the different flavors and reminding himself to buy a spicier sauce next time. This one was good, although spicier would be better. But what he was really thinking about was how to progress his ménage. What would be the magic link to tell him if it was going to work for longer than a few dates? What did he need to do, what games did they need to play, for him to know the truth? He owed it to both his subs to get this next scene absolutely perfect.

It wasn’t until he’d washed his dishes and was sitting sipping coffee that the idea came to him. Hell yes! It would take some organizing—make that a hell of a lot of organizing—but oh yes, this was going to be absolutely perfect. It would bring their characters, their attitudes, right to the forefront of the relationship, with no chance of hiding behind everyday habits.





Chapter Four




Sierra was relieved not to have heard anything more back from George Thorne’s attorney. Likely George had pushed the man to find something to complain about. Then the attorney had been lazy and not searched hard enough, had seen the name Thorne House Clinic not registered, and had raced ahead without checking his facts.

Well, she’d set him right fast enough. Now it remained to be seen whether he found himself something else to think about or came up with a new idea to harass Oscar with.

She really hoped the attorney talked George out of his actions. Harry Harrison hadn’t turned up any information yet about George’s financial state of affairs, according to Oscar, and that was interesting. It was very easy to find out a person’s credit rating if an investigator knew what questions to ask. And Harry most definitely knew what questions to ask and to whom to ask them. Oh well, she really couldn’t waste her time on that case anymore. It was not up to her to do anything on it now. And there were myriad other cases needing her attention. Besides, if she was to make partner on schedule she needed to get out to a few important events where she could meet the movers and shakers and moneymakers of this town.

Sierra flicked through her calendar looking for invitations to gala events. There was nothing for three weeks. Quickly she highlighted the gala and colored it green for “must attend” and flicked a note to her secretary to accept it please. She was about to hit Send then she wondered if she was allowed to bring a guest. Did she want to bring a guest? Well, two guests? She usually only took a partner when one was actively needed, when to be alone would reflect poorly on herself. But this time she rather liked the idea of appearing with two such handsome men and having some time to talk to them. As long as no one guessed she was fucking them both. Surely no one would think of that in their wildest dreams. They’d assume the men were like the young lawyer who partnered her sometimes. That they were colleagues and friends, nothing more, just someone happy to be a partner for official occasions, not someone she was in a relationship with.