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  Love Slave for Two 6

  Love Slave for Two: Retribution

  In the immediate aftermath of storms literal and metaphorical, Nevvie in particular has drawn the focus of law enforcement. She’s their prime suspect, and it doesn’t matter the victim was a proven psycho—murder is murder.

  Tom and Tyler know not only is Nevvie innocent, no one in their inner circle could or would have committed the murder, no matter how justified it might have been. The problem is proving it. Add to that the fact that whoever pulled the trigger now appears to be stalking them. With everyone close to them under suspicion, the trouble is weeding through the facts to uncover the truth. Especially when Andrew goes rogue and falsely confesses in an attempt to muddy the waters and protect their family.

  Except…the reality is even more shocking, and the stalker closer, than any of them expected. As Nevvie’s life hangs in the balance, can they expose the dark and complicated truth before it’s too late?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 56,612 words

  LOVE SLAVE FOR TWO:

  RETRIBUTION

  Love Slave for Two 6

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  LOVE SLAVE FOR TWO: RETRIBUTION

  Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-797-7

  First Publication: December 2017

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  DEDICATION

  To Hubby and Sir. Always.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred twenty-five books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  This book is the second part of a duet story arc, a continuation of the events from LSFT: Resilience (book 5), and picks up where it leaves off while overlapping events from the ending a little bit. You’ll definitely need to read that book before this one.

  Yes, there will be more books in this series.

  The current books in the series (including the prequel) are available from Siren-BookStrand and are best read in the following order:

  Love Slave for Two: Beginnings (Prequel)

  Love Slave for Two (Book 1)

  Love Slave for Two: Family Matters (Book 2)

  Love Slave for Two: Reunions (Book 3)

  Love Slave for Two: Reckoning (Book 4)

  Love Slave for Two: Resilience (Book 5)

  Love Slave for Two: Retribution (Book 6)

  Referenced characters you might not recall: Rhys is Tyler’s adopted nephew and is featured, along with Manny (Amanda) and Korbin in Two Geeks and Their Girl. Ray and Oot from Love Slave for Two: Beginnings also appear in kitten’s tale and Safe Harbor. Sarah, Del, and John were featured in Dead Moon Rising and in Love Slave for Two: Reunions.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Landmarks

  Cover

  LOVE SLAVE FOR TWO:

  RETRIBUTION

  Love Slave for Two 6

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  Saturday morning, less than a week after Hurricane Gladys hit Savannah…

  Andrew had awakened a little after dawn, and rather than risk waking Colin, he decided to get up to begin his morning. He already had the coffee brewing when Colin emerged, looking delightfully rumpled, from his bedroom.

  Their bedroom.

  They’d spent the night at Colin’s house, at Andrew’s request.

  Colin walked into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Andrew, and kissed him. “Okay, so it’s not so bad sleepin’ here, as long as you’re with me. I still prefer your place. I like walkin’ around your neighborhood better, too. It’s prettier than around here.”

  “As do I, love. But I think with everything going on regarding Zoey’s situation, it’s best we remove ourselves from the center of it for a while.”

  “Huh?”

  “Your daughter. I know there’s no logical thing she can do to interfere with what we have, but best we’re here, for now. At least for a little while.”

  “Funny, I was thinkin’ it’s better there, at your house. Between Nevvie and Karen, Susan don’t stand a chance. Add in Tommy, Ty, and Bill, and they’ll run her off if she comes back, no problem.” Colin glanced around. “Maybe I should get an alarm system for here. Never felt I needed one before. Even though I changed the locks so Susan can’t get in, it’d be nice to know if she tries. I kno
w a couple of people around here have them.”

  “We can talk to Tom about that.” Andrew kissed him again. He couldn’t get enough of kissing him. He started to say something when, outside, they heard several sirens race past the house.

  “What the hell?” Colin walked over to the living room window to peek out. Just as he did, yet another sheriff’s cruiser, with lights and sirens blaring, sped past. “Somethin’ big goin’ on. They’re heading down toward Cairdon Road.”

  “Which road?”

  “The one we walked down yesterday evenin’. Nothin’ down there, except a few houses and private woods on the back side of the state forest. A few hunting camps in there.” He glanced at the time. “Hell, it’s only 6:00.” He turned back to Andrew. “Why are we up so damned early, anyway?” He walked over to Andrew to kiss him again. “There’s other things we could be doin’ in bed, you know.”

  “Sorry, love. Force of habit.” He draped his arms over Colin’s shoulders. “We could take our coffee back to the bedroom.”

  “I like—” And another siren went past. “Seriously, I don’t think I’ve heard one siren a year go past wasn’t the fire department for brush fires in the woods down the road. This is ridiculous.”

  They pulled on robes and stepped outside. Across the street, Colin’s neighbor held up a hand in greeting, apparently also drawn outside by the noise.

  Looking up the road, in the direction the vehicles had traveled, Andrew couldn’t see any emergency vehicles although he heard a siren in the distance.

  “What’s goin’ on?” the neighbor called over.

  Colin shrugged. “Beats me.”

  They were about to return to Colin’s house when another sheriff’s vehicle passed, running lights but no siren. A van.

  With CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION printed on the side.

  “Bet someone bit it,” the neighbor called out before returning to his house.

  Andrew hooked an arm through Colin’s and coaxed him back inside. “No offense, love, but the last thing I want to think about this morning is the police after what my family’s been through.”

  “Oh, sorry.” Colin tipped his head. “Is that why you really wanted to come over here? Because, I gotta be honest, it felt like you were makin’ excuses to get outta there.”

  Andrew sighed. “I love my grandchildren. You know I do. But…yes, I’m feeling a little selfish. Between the storm, and having Bill and Karen on top of us for several days with no privacy, and then poor Zoey…” He sighed. “Is it horrible of me to want alone-alone time with you right now? And with your place ridiculously close and available, I won’t deny wanting you to myself for a little while.”

  “Aw, sugar.” Colin kissed him, and Andrew felt it was one of the best feelings in the world. “Sorry. I didn’t think of it like that. I’m so used to being alone, it’s nice having a houseful of people again. I’m sorry.” He led Andrew back to the kitchen.

  “Don’t get me wrong, normally it doesn’t distress me. And I do, I feel bloody awful for wanting to escape the world. But it was terribly lovely being able to walk with you last night, and talk without…interruptions.” He stroked Colin’s hand. “We might have only met two weeks ago, but at my age, two weeks is perhaps equivalent to two months, or even two years of time left.”

  “Don’t apologize, Andy.” Colin smirked as he untied Andrew’s robe and let it fall open so he could slide his arms around Andrew’s naked waist. “Seems like someone said somethin’ to me not too long ago about putting me on my bed on all fours and making me scream their name.”

  “Mmm. I believe I actually said howl, pet.” He shrugged off his robe, letting it hit the floor. Not only was he naked underneath, his cock had stirred and was showing some interest. “I also believe I mentioned something about walking around nekkid whenever the mood strikes us.” Andrew untied Colin’s robe and pushed it off his shoulders. He, too, was moderately stiff already.

  Colin let the robe hit the floor and slanted his lips over Andrew’s in a kiss. “The mood strikin’ you right now, sugar?”

  Andrew smiled and touched the tip of Colin’s nose with his finger. “Go fetch a towel, lube, and a condom, and get yourself ready for me. I’d best find you arse-up on hands and knees in bed when I get there. And if you’re very good for me this morning, I’ll introduce you to the new toy I ordered for you this week.”

  Colin’s left eyebrow shot skyward. “Toy?”

  Andrew sucked on Colin’s lower lip. “Yeesss. If we aren’t too old for sex, we damn sure aren’t too old for toys. Besides, you’re ten years younger than me. I know neither of us are nymphomaniacs, but I plan to keep you thoroughly knackered and blissfully well-fucked.”

  Colin’s cock now stood at full mast, twitching a little. “Bed, hands and knees, ass lubed, towel and condom. Got it.”

  Andrew smiled as he patted him on the bum. “I shall bring our coffee. Go.”

  Colin hurried back to the bedroom.

  Humming to himself, Andrew prepared their mugs, feeling lighter than he had since losing Peggy. And especially since finding out about Zoey’s rape.

  For this morning, he was determined to shut out the world and simply be in the moment. He had a loving, adorable man to share his bed for now, and—hopefully—his last years of life. He had a loving family and good fortune.

  He knew all too well how a single moment could change one’s world, for the better—or worse.

  For right now, this morning, he would wring every last bit of joy out of life that he could.

  And every last bit of cum out of their cocks.

  When Andrew reached the bedroom, he was pleased to see Colin awaiting him exactly as instructed. “Now isn’t that a pleasant sight?” Andrew set the mugs of coffee on the side table and leaned in, first nipping Colin’s left asscheek, then the right.

  “Oh!”

  Andrew stroked his hands over Colin’s ass. “No one’s ever touched you like I have, have they?”

  Colin shook his head.

  Andrew took his time, teasing, his fingers trailing down the seam of Colin’s ass, over his balls, along his inner thighs. And Andrew was hard, too, harder than he’d felt in a long time.

  Perhaps morning sex is the answer for us both. Before energy lagged and their elderly bodies grew tired. Even at his age, he still woke up with a woody more days than not.

  He carefully climbed onto the bed behind Colin. On the towel next to him lay the condom pouch and tube of lube.

  “Something to be said about one’s arse being open and vulnerable,” Andrew softly said, taking his time and drawing this out. “So lovely to look at.” He picked up the condom and ripped the pouch open. As he rolled it down his shaft, he smiled. “So lovely to fuck.”

  A low moan escaped Colin.

  Once Andrew had the condom in place, he slathered extra lube over it and nudged into position. “Perhaps it is best we met now, rather than in our youth. I would have been bending you over any available item of the proper height within my view and thoroughly buggering you every few minutes.”

  He swiped the head of his cock up and down the seam of Colin’s ass before pressing the head of it against his rim. “Tell me what you feel, pet.”

  “Your cock.”

  “That’s right, love.” He caressed Colin’s back, patient, loving how Colin gave himself over to him without reservation. “Do you want it?”

  “Yeah!”

  “Then press back. Take your time. Show me you want it by working it in there. It’s easiest if you push out while you do.” He stilled his fingers on Colin’s ass cheeks, spreading them so he could watch his cock disappear inside the man.

  Colin’s hands fisted the sheets, but he slowly rocked back a little, trying to find the tipping point. Andrew kept his hips still, waiting while Colin finally pressed back hard enough that the head of Andrew’s cock popped through his tight ring of muscle and made Colin gasp.

  Andrew let out a pleased hiss. “That’s it, pet.” His fingers tightened,
digging into Colin’s flesh. “Very good. Now show me what you want. That was the hardest bit. It gets easier from there to take all of me. Be very good for me and do it.”

  Colin started rocking back and forth, a little at a time, finding his angle and rhythm while Andrew had to dig deep into his self-control to not just fuck him silly. No, wasn’t the first time Andrew had claimed this sweet man’s ass, but it was the first time like this, and Colin was still rather new at it.

  Andrew wanted it to be enjoyable, memorable for nothing but good reasons.

  Something Colin would want to do again and again.

  Once Colin’s ass was pressed against Andrew’s thighs, Andrew held him still and ground against him. “That’s excellent, pet. So, so tight and sweet.”

  He reached around Colin and found his cock hard, dripping pre-cum. After giving him a couple of slow pumps, which drew more pleasured moans from Colin, Andrew sat up again. He wasn’t quite as flexible as he’d once been to maintain that position for long.

  “Reach under you and stroke your cock for me. Get yourself ready, but don’t come until I give you permission.” Andrew held on to Colin’s hips once more so he could take a long, slow stroke out and in.

  Colin’s low, rolling moan as he did nearly finished Andrew right there.

  “Was that a good moan, pet?”

  “Yeah!”

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes!”

  “Excellent.” He did it again, and again, picking up speed and force, not wanting to hurt him but also wanting him to feel the blissful sensation of being completely owned by someone who knew exactly what to do with an exquisitely lovely man impaled on his cock.