Page 3 of Never Too Late for Love
Damn, it’s good to be home.
He’d loved the UK, but it’d been an intense, crazy trip, trying to simultaneously learn his way around the studio, the city, do his job, take care of KC and Tilly,andworking in a quick sightseeing trip to Cardiff, thanks to Lucas making a couple of phone calls, so KC could get a private, behind-the-scenes tour of the BBC studios.
All because the sadist had promised their little princess thatPèrewould take her to Cardiff.
Her voice from the pool drew his attention.
“Père, aren’t you going to come swimming with us?”
Cris, standing close behind her so he could grab her if she had problems, smirked at him. “Yeah, Père, don’t youwantto come swimming?”
Cris winked at Bob.
Cris knew damn well why Bob couldn’t come swimming. He’d helped Landry lock the cage on Bob last night.
“No, I need to get lunch started in a little while.”
He heard the sliders from the kitchen open behind him and glanced back to see a very tired-looking Tilly emerge from the house with an unmistakable smile on her face. She sat on the swing next to Bob.
The men had warned Bob that she didn’t handle drastic time changes very well the first day, and it was best to keep her in bed, sleeping or well-orgasmed, or both.
Everyone was happier as a result.
They’d had to hit the ground running in London, but their first night there, once KC was asleep, he’d pinned Tilly down in bed and used his tongue on her to give her several good, hard orgasms, before she’d ordered him to turn around for a sixty-nine for the last one so she could give him some relief, too.
“Hey,” she said.
He draped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Hey. Feeling better?” He suspected Landry had fucked her into a blissful state. Earlier, Cris had whispered to Bob that was Landry’s plan.
“Mmm-hmm. It’s good to be home.” She tipped her head onto his shoulder.
“Until next week.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m sick of LA.” Bob hadn’t been out there yet. Well, he had been to the city before, but not with Tilly, and not as her work and life partner, either.
They’d be out there a week, home three days, then off to London again for a week, and then home until after the 4th of July Day play party.
Off again just days later, back to London for nearly three weeks.
And so their schedule would play out for a while.
So, no, Bob didn’t mind Landry and Cris having moments alone with Tilly. Not when he got to hog her and she relied on him and had given him so much trust and responsibility in her life. Maybe one little thing didn’t happen between them—yet—but that was inconsequential when compared to years of loving her from afar and then her being within his grasp, just for Landry and Cris to appear and sweep her away.
Now, shewashis, every bit as much as she was theirs.
And he wastheirs, too.
All three of them.
It had been worth the wait. Looking back, despite the pain he’d gone through, it’d been well worth it.
Never too late.
The sliders opened again. “Bob.”
Landry had a way of saying it that almost made it sound likeboy. Partly due to his slight French accent.
Partly due to the fact that he was a fricking sadist and knew it would harden Bob, and cause him discomfort in the chastity cage.
