Undone by Her Two Masters(29)

I should have thought of it, too. Well I didn’t, but there’s still time to get organized.

Nevis patted his shoulder. “Stop beating yourself up. Originally you didn’t plan to bring me here, remember?”

He did remember. “I’m so glad we did, though. You really do make the three of us into a family, and you’ve done heaps of work to make the branch a success as well.”

York sat at the small table, his laptop already booted up and his fingers racing over the keys.

“I think we—well more likely the two of you—need to decide what you want to do and just go with it. It’s impossible to please all the people all the time. While I’d rather not be run out of town as a whore, I can just go somewhere else if I have to. But for you, the company has already put a lot of money into this business with the aim of making it successful and viable. I think you should decide what’s best for the business and what you want. And that’s what we’ll do.”

Bronx stared at her. “You’d be prepared to hide your relationship with us if you had to? I hate the idea of having to sneak around all the time to be together. Those first few days at the hotel, pretending we’d slept in all the beds, they were shocking. And we’ll have to do it all again once the builders are ready to rip the walls out here. There’ll be a week or more we won’t be able to stay here.”

York had stopped typing and was looking at Nevis as well. Her forehead was creased, but her gaze was steady. “I’m prepared to do what’s necessary for the business to be a success. Of course I’d like to live with you both openly, but this is your future, your life.”

“What have you found out?” he asked York.

“Oh, nothing much. The town seems to be pretty middle-of-the-road. That doesn’t mean someone won’t hate us of course, but I expect there’ll be enough people around who either like us, or want to make use of the company, so we’ll be okay.”

“In that case, when we go back to the hotel, we’ll ask for one room to share and see how we get on. But eventually, Nevis, we want to mate you. That’s what we’re really working toward here.” Bronx watched a faint blush stain her cheeks, but her blue eyes were sparkling and the edges of her mouth were tilted upward indicating that she was happy.

“What about your wolf forms? I’ve had an idea about that,” she said, looking up again.

Bronx couldn’t help but smile at her. She was so loving and giving, letting him decide even in matters that would affect her greatly. Yet her brain was still very busy. Her submission wasn’t a passive one, but a very active one full of a conscious decision on her part, and he valued that from her very much.

“I usually just go out of town somewhere late at night and run then if I have to. It’s annoying but it works. I don’t really need to run very often. What about you, York? How often do you need to run?”

“I was thinking I’d have to do the same thing. I like to change every couple of weeks.”

“What was your idea, Nevis?” he asked.

“Guard dogs. The fence is up and once the building work is finished I thought we could go to an animal shelter and buy two large brown dogs. A breed that’s either easy to train, or docile, but just physically big. Then various combinations of us run around inside the compound throwing balls to the dogs when people are likely to be passing by. If the dogs are all racing everywhere, it’ll be quite hard to count how many there are. I can herd them into the warehouse and if people think there’s three or four or two, it doesn’t matter. We can laugh and joke and say they make enough mess and noise for a dozen.”

“Hey, I like that idea. So sometimes it’s the real dogs in the yard and sometimes it’s us. Or perhaps one of us with a dog, or even all four of us if no one’s around. Nevis, that’s clever.” Bronx pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her lips softened and opened under his and he lifted her into his lip, unzipping her jeans with one hand and shoving his fingers into her cunt. Already she was wet. She was always so ready for them. He finger-fucked her gently as he deepened his kiss, tongue-fucking her at the same time until she broke away from him panting for air.

Bronx stood her up, keeping his fingers deep inside her wet heat, and York was there, pulling her jeans down to her ankles and opening her ass cheeks wide.

“Have you heard of subspace, Nevis?” he asked. He was almost holding his breath. He’d been planning a scene to send her there for weeks, but she had to want it. The pain would lead to exquisite pleasure, but first she had to agree.