The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (15 page)

“I
am impressed.” There was amusement in his voice. He shook his head and his
smile grew. “Blythe, honey, you are not a slut. Hell, if that constitutes you
as being one then I
hate
to think what you would call
me.” He started laughing, a full belly-shaking laugh. “You care for them. I can
see that clear as day.”

“None
of that matters, Austin. What good is caring for someone, or more than one in
my case, if they don’t reciprocate those feelings?” Her head and heart hurt
thinking about it all. “Besides, I have to be crazy to want these men this
strongly after only knowing them a short amount of time.”

“Blythe,
you can’t help how you feel. The greatest loves are born out of random acts.
They grow from instantaneous reactions.” He took her hand in his and brought it
to his lips. “Believe me when I say you can’t let your head override your heart
in all things. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow, sweet-cheeks.”
Leave it to Austin to talk all philosophical then follow it up with “sweet-cheeks”.

“Thanks.
I am one lucky girl to have you in my life.”

“No,
sweetheart, I am the lucky one.” He pulled her into a tight hug. A moment later
a knock sounded at the door.

“
You expecting
company?
Maybe a male
stripper?”
Austin wagged his eyebrows, and she chuckled.

When
she opened the door and saw who stood on the other side, everything faded away.
Dietrich and Stellan stood side-by-side. They wore suits, power-fucking suits
that had the air leaving her in a rush. God, the images in her head didn’t
compare to having them stand in front of her in the flesh. She had no idea how
long she stood there staring at them, but Austin clearing his throat behind her
had her blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Stellan and Dietrich’s eyes were
hard as they looked over her shoulder at Austin.

“W-what
are you doing here?” The tensing of their jaws and the fact they still weren’t
looking at her had her glancing over her shoulder at her best friend. Austin stared
at them with wide eyes, but what caught her attention was the lipstick kiss on
his cheek. Blythe turned and wiped it off. Her face heated further with
embarrassment. She could only imagine what they thought. After smoothing her
hands over her hair that Austin rumpled earlier, she turned back to the suits
who now stared at her with identical stoic expressions.

“We
aren’t interrupting anything, are we?” Stellan asked with a bit of a bite in
his words.

“You
know what, I was just heading out. I’ll call you later, Blythe.” Austin slipped
past her and two very angry looking men and left her alone.
That bastard.
Should she let them
in? Honestly what could they possibly have to say to her? She no longer worked
for Dietrich, so their appearance at her doorstep confused her. Stepping aside
as they made their way inside Blythe was very aware of their presence. Not only
did their large bodies make her apartment seem far too small for her comfort,
their auras screamed dangerous territory. After shutting the door and leaning
against it, she waited to find out what they wanted. Seeing them wasn’t good for
her mind or her heart.

“You
look well,
querida
.”
Stellan’s voice was smooth like melted chocolate and had a shiver working
through her. It had been longer since she had seen him, not much, but it felt
like ages now that he stood in her living room.

“Thank
you. You look good, too.” She took in the grey pinstripe suit he wore. The
white shirt and ice blue tie set off the whole incredibly sexy look he had
going on. Turning her attention to Dietrich she took note of his attire as
well. There was just something incredibly sexy about a man in business wear.
Dietrich’s suit was black with a crisp white shirt underneath and a blood red
tie. She licked her lips and saw Dietrich’s eyes dip down to watch the act. Her
heart slammed hard in her chest as she waited anxiously. “I’m a bit confused as
to why you’re here.” Her hands were behind her back, and she twisted her
fingers together. Sweat pooled between her breasts. Damn, she hadn’t been this
nervous since high school.

“Who
was that man?” Dietrich looked angry.
Very angry.
When
she didn’t answer right away he took a step forward. “Is he your lover, pet?”
Blythe blinked rapidly. It took her a moment to let his words sink in. Austin?
As her lover?
The thought almost had her laughing out loud
if not for the twin fierce expressions on their faces.

“No.
That is my friend, Austin.” Neither said anything, so she continued.
“My
very
gay friend.”
For a solid minute they still watched her, but the tension started to slowly
leave them. The sound of the clock ticking away in the background was the only
thing she could hear as they stayed silent.

“That’s
real good,
querida
,”
Stellan said, but his expression was still clouded.

“You
ran, pet.”

All
it took was Dietrich and Stellan to say those endearments, and she was melted
butter. She whispered, “What?”

Dietrich
repeated himself.
“You.
Ran.”

“I
didn’t run.”

He
took a step forward, his eyes dark, his voice low.

“You
did. I listened to Stellan and gave you a week to come back to us. You didn’t,
so here we are.” He was so close to her that his cologne filled her nose. The
door was hard and cold behind her as she pressed impossibly close to it. He
placed both hands on the door by her head and leaned in. Blythe closed her eyes
briefly and let the heat that came off him surround her. She was aware of
Stellan close, of his breathing changing rapidly as he watched. Was he turned
on seeing what transpired? She certainly was.

“You
didn’t want me.” She opened her eyes in time to see a confused look cross Dietrich’s
face right before he schooled his features.

“Not
want you? Where the fuck would you get an idea like that?” He hadn’t moved from
his close proximity, and she breathed in and out deeply. She didn’t want to do
this, didn’t want to be intimidated by him when she had heard exactly what he
thought of her. Pulling the strength from deep inside of her she placed her
hands on his chest and pushed him back. He moved, but she knew it was only
because he allowed it.

“
Querida
, what are you talking about?”
Stellan took a step forward but didn’t touch her. This scenario was not what
she planned, but they were here so she might as well tell them. Then everything
could be put to rest and she could move on with her life.

“I
heard you two talking the day before we left.” At their puzzled looks she
continued. “I heard what you said about me.” Dietrich’s brows dipped low. He
looked at Stellan, who held a similar look. When he brought his gaze back to
hers realization dawned on his face. “You don’t have to worry about me making a
scandal within the company.” Her hands shook, so she clasped them together.
“And you don’t have to worry about my feelings for the two of you. I won’t come
between you.” The sound of her heart beating was deafening, and she wondered if
they could hear it.

“You
heard us when we were on the villa, pet?” Why did he continue to use the
endearment?

“Yes.
I know you have no feelings for me, and I’m okay with that.”
You damn liar.
Dietrich looked at
Stellan again, then in the blink of an eye grabbed the side of her face, tilted
her head back so she was forced to look at him, and slanted his mouth down on
hers. For a moment all she could do was stare at him with wide eyes, but when
he started working his mouth on hers, then slipped his tongue along her bottom
lip she let herself accept his touch. He used his body to press hers further
against the door. The kiss was deep and possessive, and before she lost her
mind in it she broke the kiss and gasped for air.

“What
are you doing?” Lips tingling and pulse racing, she stared up at him.

“I’m
taking what’s mine, pet.” He kissed her again, dipping his tongue as far into
her mouth as he could and staking his claim. Tightening his hold on her body he
turned her around until she felt Stellan’s hard chest press against her back.

Stellan
breathed hard against her neck and thrust his hips forward so she could feel
his erection. “You
heard,
querida
. We weren’t talking about
you, but Angelina Santina of Santina Hotels.” His lips coated along the side of
her neck. All the while Dietrich continued to kiss her passionately, not giving
her a chance to break away and take a deep breath.

She
had heard wrong? Thinking back to that day she realized she hadn’t actually
heard them say her name. Had she jumped to conclusions? Dietrich pulled away
and ran his tongue along first her upper lip then her lower one. “I feel like a
fool for what I thought I heard, then my reaction to it.” Their looks were
tender and understanding. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions when I should
have just spoken to you two about everything.”

“Blythe,
it’s okay. We’re here now, and the truth is out. We can all move on.” Leave it
to Stellan to be gentle and understanding and make everything seem like it
would be okay.

“You
think too much, pet. It takes away from the moment.” Dietrich smiled down at
her, and her heart skipped a beat. He didn’t say anything else on the subject,
but that was okay with her. All she wanted was to enjoy this moment. Stellan
continued to kiss and nip at her flesh, and she had to force herself to keep
her mind clear and her knees from buckling. “On the contrary to what you
thought, Stellan and I wanted to talk to you about our relationship.”

“Relationship?”

He
brushed his thumb along her cheek and searched her face with his eyes. “Yeah,
pet,
our
relationship. You are everything
we want, what we have been looking for. We want you with us.”

“I—What?”
She took a step
to the side and gripped the edge of the couch. Looking between both of them
told her absolutely nothing, because dammit they held their emotions in check.

“
Querida
, when something this right
happens between individuals you don’t question it.” He pulled her into a tight
embrace and kissed the top of her head. “If you’ll have us as your
Doms
, we want you as our sub.”

Blythe
let his words sink in. They wanted her.

“This
is happening so fast.”

Stellan
moved close to her again and cupped her cheeks with his big palms. “Some of the
best things in life happen quickly.”

“Yeah?
Name one.” She
smiled up at him then turned and looked at Dietrich. He had taken the few steps
forward so he stood beside Stellan.

“You,
pet. You are one of the best things in life that happens too quickly.” And
there went her heart. She was totally lost for these men, and apparently they
were lost on her, baggage and all.

Epilogue

One year later

“You’ve
been a very bad girl, pet.” Dietrich watched the steady rise and fall of
Blythe’s chest. Her head was downcast, and her hair covered her face. Damn but
he loved it when she left her hair down. It made it easier to pull on it.

“Sub,
what do you think Pet’s punishment should be?’ He leaned back in his chair and
cut his eyes to Stellan who sat on the leather couch. Stellan had flown in from
Portugal last night, and the three of them had been spending some much needed
time together. It seemed as though Blythe forgot her place with them. Or maybe
she enjoyed the pain? Either way, her bratty attitude and smart mouth earned
her a red ass and sore pussy. Of course she never complained, and asked for
more.

“I
think I’d like to see her lush little body pressed against the window.” They
were twenty-five stories up, so the chance of anyone seeing much was pretty
slim. Unless they had their binoculars pointed at his office windows Blythe was
pretty safe from prying eyes. She might not realize that though.

“That
sounds like a nice punishment.
Pet, look at me.”
She
lifted her head, and her light green eyes always did something to his chest.
“Strip the rest of the clothing for your Master and Sir.” After a year together
they had found a comfortable groove in their relationship. The trust had been
built among them, which had been the foundation that needed created before they
could fully dive into their triad. Anyone could have sex, but it took a deep
commitment with trust and
love
to create a
relationship, especially one that involved the pleasure they enjoyed.

When
she was naked in front of them he took a moment to look at her body. She was all
delicious curves and roundness that he loved to grab onto when he fucked her.
Her breasts were more than a handful, spilling out of his palms in
mouthwatering fullness. Her issues with her body were not one-hundred percent
resolved, but he and Stellan made sure to tell her everyday how beautiful she was.
There was nothing they would change. Well, perhaps how she felt about her body
image. They were still working on that.