“What do you have for me?”

“I found the boat. The Coast Guard has it listed as being registered to Sullivan Nicoletto. PO Box.”

“That doesn’t help me.”

“He’s a writer and a former cop. He got shot almost ten years ago, retired from the sheriff’s office. Guy must be loaded, traced several properties to him and some other guy through a trust.”

“I paid you to get me a fucking home address.”

“Calm down. I found the marina where he keeps the boat.” He read off the address. “I should have the home address later today. It’s a pain to sort shit out when there’s a trust involved.”

“I want it as soon as you have it.” Then again, maybe barging into a cop’s house wasn’t the smartest way to go. He didn’t even know if Clarisse had gone to the boat.

The boat. How many fucking lame stories had she whined about how much she missed her uncle and that fucking boat? Enough that he couldn’t wait to beat the living crap out of her for the mess she’d created. He’d tossed the letters she’d received about Tad’s stoke. The last thing he’d needed was her heading to Florida to move some old feeble geezer into his house.

He’d hoped the bastard would have died by now.

It’d taken him years to get her damn parents out of the fucking way, thought he had her firmly in hand, and then she finally grew a set of balls when he least expected it. What a pain in the ass that had been. He never thought she’d file a report. He thought he’d gotten her trained well enough to just take it.

Fuck. Another three months and he would have married her and gotten life insurance on her, waited a little while, then took care of her, too. Oh no, the little mouse couldn’t shut the hell up and stick to his plan.

He cracked open another beer. Only two in the afternoon, but not like he had a job to go to. His thoughts turned darker as he took a long pull on the bottle.

Tad Moore would be one way to get a pound of flesh out of Clarisse. She fucked his life all to hell?

She hadn’t seen anything yet.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The next morning, Friday, the three of them drove to the clerk’s office to get the marriage license. Clarisse wore the silver chain collar under her shirt and enjoyed the feel of Sully’s firm grip on her hand as they stood in line and awaited their turn. While they filled out the paperwork, he whispered, “You can still back out, sweetie.”

She looked at him, then Mac. “You’re stuck with me for a long, long time. You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

Mac laughed. “Oh, man, are we in for a wild ride.”

Sully grinned and kissed her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Due to state laws, they had to wait three days to get married since they didn’t take the premarital course. Monday afternoon, they stopped by Tad’s and picked him up. He grinned as Mac helped him into the passenger seat of Sully’s Jag.

“This’ll give me something good to talk about at bingo tonight,” he teased.

Clarisse blushed in the backseat. When Mac climbed in with her, he laughed and kissed her. “Talk of the town.”

Sully caught her gaze in the rearview mirror and winked. “They’ll talk because they’re jealous.”

At the clerk’s office, they met their attorney and filed the paperwork before they were escorted into a small anteroom for the ceremony. Mac and Tad served as official witnesses while the attorney looked on. The clerk didn’t bat an eye when Clarisse slipped the wedding band on Sully’s left hand where Mac’s already lay.

He had told her Mac’s would stay on his finger first. She was more than okay with that. In fact, she liked the idea that they were both tied to Sully in a tangible way. Considering she knew there would be times Mac would top her, she preferred it that way.

“You may kiss the bride,” the smiling clerk told Sully.

Clarisse couldn’t pull her gaze from Sully’s grey eyes. Her husband. How had she gone from barely able to trust him to totally giving herself to him?

She didn’t care. She loved him, and he loved her.

His gentle, tender kiss wrapped her heart and soul around him.

The clerk didn’t notice how he slipped his hand up the back of Clarisse’s head, fisted her hair, and gave one quick, firm tug that nearly melted her knees right out from under her.

He lifted his head. “Forever, pet.”

She smiled. “You’d better believe it.”

The clerk stepped out. The attorney followed so he could file Clarisse and Mac’s name change paperwork. Clarisse would take both men’s names, to become Clarisse MacCaffrey-Nicoletto, although she would use Nicoletto on a daily basis. They took the opportunity to hyphenate Sully’s last name to Mac’s.

Sully put her hand in Mac’s. “Well, kiss our bride, Brant,” he said.

Mac smiled, gathered her into his arms, and planted one on her that nearly finished her already rubbery skeleton. By the time he lifted his lips from hers, she wanted to drag both of them into the nearest lockable room and let them fuck her brains out. He released her, but not until he gently stroked her chin with his thumb. “I love you,” he whispered.

She wiggled her hips against him, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her. “I love you, too.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her, sending her into a giggle fit.

Tad laughed. “I always did think of you boys as sons. Now you really are part of the family.”

* * *

Sully and Mac took great pains to secretly tease Clarisse all through their celebratory dinner at Plaka’s with Tad. By the time they dropped him off, she was ready to jump her two men in the backseat of the car.

At home, Sully scooped Clarisse into his arms and carried her up the stairs and through the front door as Mac held it open. Once inside, Mac closed and locked the door and started stripping.

Sully set Clarisse on her feet and stood back, his arms crossed over his chest, not speaking.

She glanced from Mac, already down to his slacks, to Sully. She realized what he waited for.

A seductive smile played across her face as she unbuttoned her blouse. Sully nodded. “Good girl.” A moment later, both Mac and Clarisse knelt before him, heads bowed.

Sully stood over them. “Hold hands.”

Mac’s fingers wrapped around Clarisse’s hand. He gently squeezed.

Sully placed a hand on each of their heads. She had no doubt he had a tighter grip on Mac’s hair than he did on hers.

“I have plans for you tonight, pet. You are going to cross the line, take the final step your training has prepared you for. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Slave, are you ready to do whatever I command to add pet to our family?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied.

“I am laying down the law. In this house, I am Master, and slave is my Alpha slave. Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When I am not around, you will follow his orders as if he was me. There may be times I allow him to punish you.”

She shivered in a good way. “Yes, Master.”

He gently stroked her hair. “Tonight, I am officially claiming you as my slave, to wear my collar. Do you understand and agree to this?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go get her collar, slave.”

Mac released her hand and went to comply. He returned a moment later, wearing his leather collar. He handed something to Sully before retaking his place next to her and lacing his fingers through her hand.

“Look at me, both of you.”

Clarisse saw it was a new collar, custom made, similar to Mac’s but smaller, more delicate, complete with a small padlock. It could pass for a piece of Goth neckwear.

“I take this even more seriously than I do the vows we spoke earlier,” he said. “As we’ve already discussed, there will be no coming back if you leave. I won’t play that game. You must talk to me, keep communications open, discuss things with me if you are ever unhappy or find yourself needing something. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He squatted in front of her. “Hold her hair, slave.”

Mac gently swept her hair off her neck as Sully removed the silver chain collar and replaced it with the new one. Her breath caught as she felt the soft, supple leather touch her flesh and heard the lock click into place.

Sully smiled and stroked her cheek. “My sweet, beautiful pet,” he softly said. “Tonight I finally get to make you mine in all ways. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make love to you.”

He stood. “Both of you meet me in the bedroom. I want slave’s wrist cuffs on him. Help him with that, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Mac flashed her a smile as they hurried to comply.

Sully entered the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water.

Clarisse felt like every nerve ending in her body had caught fire, her senses on edge. She knew Sully would follow through on what he’d said, and all she had to do was go along for the ride.

And be ridden.

Sully crooked his finger at Mac. “On the bed, on your back. Head at this end.” Mac quickly complied. Sully clipped Mac’s wrist cuffs to the chains at the foot of the bed. He leaned over and placed a long, deep kiss on his lover’s mouth. “You’ll be swearing at me by the end of the evening,” Sully teased.

Mac smiled. “Of that I have no doubt.”

Sully turned and swatted her ass, not too hard, just a little sting.

“On the bed. Next to him, on your back. Ass right here at the edge.”

Nervously, she complied. The way Mac was trussed didn’t give her a lot of room, but she managed.