Page 10 of It'll Be Fun
He grabbed her hips and ground against her. “How’s that for seduction, babe? Fucker’s been teasing me all morning, so blame him.”
“Ah. I’m guessing you mean Max, not Baxter?”
“You guess right.”
“Let me bait the four-legged pussy to the far end of the house,” she said, untangling herself from Sean before she ended up bent over the closest piece of furniture. She walked into her office and grabbed the canister of catnip she kept there to distract Baxter when he tried to climb on her desk while she was working.
“Come here, Baxter.” She shook it, getting the cat’s immediate interest. She headed for the other end of the house, where they had a guest suite, and she snagged a couple of his scratching toys from the living room in the process.
In the guest room, she liberally doused his scratchers with the catnip, and left him eagerly rolling around in a blissful daze in the middle of the floor.
She could only imagine what his purring maows meant.
“Preeetty cooollloorrrrrs…”
By the time she joined Sean in the master bedroom, she heard Max return, the front door closing behind him, followed by the sound of the utility room door opening. “Ted’s going to come—”
“Down here,” she called out as she started stripping.
He appeared in the bedroom doorway. “Ahh. I see his cunning plan now.”
“You were saying?” She lobbed her shirt at him, making him laugh.
“Ted’s going to volunteer. So before you’re filled with cock at both ends, baby, maybe call Eliza back and see if she still wants to come.”
“I want to come!” Sean called out from the master bathroom.
“Whendon’tyou?” Cali shot back.
“True story.”
Shirtless, she slithered past Max and his grabby hands and retrieved her phone from the office to call Eliza.
She still planned to come in, at least for a couple of hours, which would put them back to where they started on volunteers—at the bare minimum to run the place, based on how many FetLife RSVPs were listed on the club’s event for that night. Which was never a reliable indicator. They could have three times as many show up, or a fraction of the numbers.
A naked Sean emerged from the bathroom and tackled Cali onto the bed. “You’re wearing too many clothes, babe.”
Max finished stripping. “I want either pool sex, or a shower before sex, because I’ve been sweating.” He reached over and smacked Sean’s ass. “You, too. You’re stinky.”
“So romantic,” Cali teased. She kissed Sean, nipping his lip.
Where it was rubbing against the front of her shorts, his cock grew hard.
Max reached down, fisted Sean’s hair, and pulled him up and off her. “Let her get naked,” Max scolded him. “The sooner you let her get naked, the sooner we can all get laid.”
“I was getting there, don’t rush me, Sir.”
“No, you were about to hump her through her damn shorts.” Max slapped his ass again, hard. “Shower.Now.”
They all headed into the shower to rinse off, and Cali wondered if they’d even make it back to bed from the way her men were playing with her. She had to admit this new world order of Max in charge overall was working well for all three of them. Sure, Sean was her legal husband, but in her heart she was married to both men, and they were married to each other.
I’m a lucky, lucky woman.
Somehow, she made it out of the shower unfucked, just for them to discover Baxter sitting in the middle of their bed, his tail curled around his feet.
“Maow.”
Sean groaned. “Motherfucker. We need a better grade of cat weed. That shit’s weak as fuck.”
