Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

“All right, tough guy. That’s enough independence for your first day home.” He guided Mac over to the couch and helped him sit. In the months since the attack, Mac had dropped nearly thirty pounds, most of that in lost muscle. He’d started using light hand weights, but Sully knew it would take a while to regain his former body tone.

Bart ran into the room, dragging something. It wasn’t until he climbed the ramp next to the couch and jumped into Mac’s lap that Clarisse realized what he had.

The butt plug.

Mac and Sully started laughing. Sully snickered and grabbed the dog. “What a way to welcome him home, pup. Let’s go empty your pan.” He carried the dog out of the room.

Clarisse recognized Mac’s playful expression. “What?”

He patted his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Won’t break. Come here.”

He had her straddle his lap, facing him. He slowly worked to unbutton her shirt, pushing her hands away when she tried helping him.

“Behave, pet,” he scolded.

She grinned. “Sorry, Sir.” It had been several months since she’d even remotely felt in the mood. But as Mac’s planned homecoming loomed and her libido returned, just weeks before Thanksgiving, Sully had denied her release to amp up her anticipation.

Now she understood why.

It’d only been in the past couple of weeks that Mac felt like being intimate. Because of his weakened condition, they kept things simple, usually Clarisse going down on him while Sully held him.

He parted her shirt and pushed it down her shoulders, exposing her bra. He struggled for a moment with the front clasp, then dragged in a long, deep breath when the fabric parted.

“Love you, pet.”

“I love you too, Sir.”

He pulled her to him and traced circles around her nipples with his tongue. After several minutes, he’d driven her close to the edge.

Sully walked in carrying a laundry basket. “Ah, I see we’re really getting back to normal.”

Mac arched an eyebrow at him.

Laughing, Sully shook his head. “Carry on. Don’t let me interrupt.

I’ve got laundry to do or we’ll all have to run around here naked.”

Mac’s hands settled on Clarisse’s waist. “Shirt off,” he softly said.

“Please.”

She shrugged her shirt and bra off and draped her arms over his shoulders. “Like this?”

He smiled, shifting his hips against her. “Yeah. Like that.”

She took a cue from him and started a slow, seductive grind against his pelvis. She felt his stiff cock rubbing against her through his shorts. “Want me to lose my shorts?”

He grinned. “Duh.”

She stood, slipped them and her panties off, then retook her perch on his lap. “Does Sir want a lap dance?”

“More than that.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, slowly, savoring every second. He never asked her about the shooting. The men didn’t want her to think about it. Now with Mac home, despite still having therapy once a week that would continue for at least several months, he wanted life to go back to normal.

As normal as it could be for them under the circumstances.

The sound of footsteps racing up the stairs heralded Sully sticking his head through the front door. “Pet, get dressed. Now. Jason and Katie just pulled in.”

“Shit!” She jumped off Mac and scrambled for her clothes as Mac let out a long, sad sigh. She leaned in and kissed him. “I’m sorry, Sir.

We’ll pick up where we left off when they go, I promise.”

He grabbed her wrist. As more footsteps sounded on the stairs, he pulled her in for one last long, deep kiss. “No underwear.”

Clarisse grinned. “Okay. Let me go get dressed!” She bolted across the living room and closed their bedroom door behind her as the front door opened and Sully walked through, followed by Jason and Katie.

Mac grabbed a throw pillow and pulled it into his lap to hide the pup tent his shorts had become. Katie swooped in to give him a hug and kiss. Jason shook his hand. Sully stood behind them, smiling, and winked at Mac.

Mac smiled and winked back.

Clarisse returned a moment later. After three hours, Jason and Katie finally left.

Unfortunately, so had Mac’s stamina. When Sully returned from walking them out, he helped Mac stand. “You worn out?”

“Yeah.”

Sully kept an arm around his waist and walked him to the bedroom while Clarisse fixed them all something to eat. Sully helped him onto the bed.

“You okay?”

“Tired.”

Sully knelt in front of him and helped him remove his shoes. “It’s good to finally have you home, Brant.”

Mac arched an eyebrow at him.

“I can call you Brant if I want, slave.”

Mac snickered. “Yes, Master.”

Sully stared into his eyes. “What the fuck would I have done if I’d lost you?”

“Your own laundry.”

Sully laughed. “I’m doing that already.” He closed his eyes and rested his head in Mac’s lap. “You’re not allowed to ever scare me like that again…slave.”

Mac snickered again. “Yes, Master.”

Sully felt Mac’s fingers stroke his head, twine in his hair, rest there. He fought the urge to cry with relief that their nightmare had truly ended. Bryan dead, Clarisse safe, and Mac home for good. Life could finally go on. This man was his strength, his rock. It didn’t matter Mac called him Master. Mac had saved his life, kept him sane and whole.

Kept him from putting a bullet into his own brain on more than one occasion when he didn’t think he could stand the pain.

“I love you, Sul,” Mac whispered.

Sully smiled and lifted his head to look at Mac. His soul felt lighter than it had in months. “Love you too, Brant.”

Clarisse brought dinner into the bedroom. They watched TV while they ate. After dinner, she took everything to the kitchen to clean up.

Mac snuggled against Sully.

“Collar?” Mac asked.

Sully had let Mac wear his ID bracelet once he’d regained most of his independence, afraid he might catch it on something and hurt himself somehow before then.

Sully propped himself on one elbow and looked at him. “Let’s go easy for a while, okay?”

Mac frowned and rolled onto his back away from Sully.

Sully sat up. “Stop it. Dammit, we just got you home.”

“Won’t break.” He wouldn’t look at Sully.

“Jesus Christ, you are one fucking stubborn man, do you know that?”

Mac glared at him and stuck out his tongue.

Sully laughed. “Fuck me, you are too much.”

Mac flipped him a bird. Sully pinned his arm to the bed. “You want to lose that finger?”

He flipped him off with his other hand. Sully pinned that hand to the bed too, then straddled him. “You’re looking for a good caning, aren’t you, slave?”

“Duh.”

They locked eyes for a moment. Sully leaned in and kissed him, hard, until he felt Mac’s cock stiffen in his shorts. Only then did he release Mac’s hands as he changed position. He slid Mac’s shorts down his hips.

“What’re you doing?”

“Shut up, slave.” Sully knelt between Mac’s legs and grabbed his lover’s cock. All these years and he’d never done this for a whole bunch of reasons that he really didn’t understand anymore. It didn’t matter.

A lot of things didn’t matter. Only two things in his life mattered, and one of them was lying in front of him. The other would be back from the kitchen in a few minutes.

He lowered his head to Mac’s cock and licked the head.

“Master—”

“I said shut up. That’s an order.”

Mac lay back and obeyed. Sully explored the head with his tongue, closed his eyes, and slowly engulfed Mac’s cock with his lips.

“Ohh, man. I want to help!”

Both men laughed as they looked at Clarisse. She stood in the doorway and wore a pouty face.

“Get over here, pet,” Sully ordered. “You can lick his balls while I suck him.”

She quickly climbed into position. Mac threw his head back and writhed on the bed as they tag teamed him. After a long time of Mac not coming despite all his efforts, Sully realized his stupid mistake.

He lifted his head. “You can come any time you want, slave.”

Sully lowered his head to Mac’s cock again. A few moments later, Mac’s loud cries signaled his release.

Clarisse raised her head and giggled. “I was going to say something, but I figured you knew what you were doing.”

He slapped her ass. “Thanks a lot, pet.”

“Any time, Master.”

They cuddled next to Mac as he lay there with a content smile on his face. “Boat rules?”

Sully laughed. “No, not quite. Something special for your first night home, that’s all.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’d say anytime, but you have to earn the next blow job from me.”

Mac opened his eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.

Sully smiled. “First time you really get back in the saddle, so to speak, running the boat and boat rules are in effect, feel free to take advantage.”

Mac still stared, questioning.

“Hey, I have to give you some incentive to keep working hard in therapy.”

Mac lowered his head, closed his eyes, and snickered. “Yes, Master.”

It was a chilly March morning, but the clear skies and calm winds promised good seas. Mac sat behind the wheel and looked over the bow. “Go ahead and cast off.”

Sully worked the bow line while Clarisse manned the stern. Mac eased the Dilly Dally out of her slip and carefully turned her in the basin. During Mac’s rehab, after his homecoming but before he was steady and strong enough to return to his captain’s duties, they’d taken the boat out many times with Clarisse in command.