“Plug?”Olivia squeaked out the question.
He knelt down so she could see him.“Oh, has my poorprincess never taken a plug?”
That plump bottom lip of hers pouted.“There’s never been areason.”
“There is now, and we don’t have much time.Tell me youdon’t want to be between us and we can move on to the sex.”
Her mouth formed a stubborn line.
Plug it was then.He stood and took the plug from Garrett.He liked the playroom.It was intimate in a way the club wasn’t.The plug wasperfectly lubed up and ready to go.
It was good to have a partner.
“You want to get her ready?”Keane asked.
“Are you asking if I want to rub lube on her asshole andshove my finger up there like I’ll shove my cock in someday?Yes.Yes, I wouldlike to do that.”Garrett moved between her perfectly placed legs and spreadher cheeks.
Keane moved back to kneel beside Olivia.“As for how myrelationship with Garrett happened, it was fast and slow and all the things inbetween.That’s what happens when you’ve known someone for half your life.”
“I’ve known lots of people my whole life.”
“Not in an intimate way.Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m feeling like someone is putting cold lube on myasshole.”
“Sorry,” Garrett said.“There is no warmer in here.Should Icomplain to your dad about that?”
“I will kill you,” Olivia vowed.
“Spank her.”Keane couldn’t let her run wild now.“There wasa warmer but it’s not working.It’s actually surprising because everything elseis in perfect shape.”
“I don’t think they’ve been able to play much lately,” sheadmitted and then groaned.“Tell me more, Master.I want to know.”
She wanted to know how they met.He was fairly certain shewas feeling them out on how close they really were.If they were like her dads.He should stop that line of thinking then and there, but something wouldn’t lethim.Some spark she’d ignited.
“We were kids when we met.I had been in for a year beforeGarrett hit the system.We were both considered a bit on the difficult side, sowe changed fosters a lot.We would be together for a few months and then Iwould piss off someone, and we would live apart for a while.Then we would findeach other again.Tell me how it feels.”
She gritted her teeth.“He’s got big fingers.”
Keane chuckled.“His dick’s way bigger.”
She gasped and wiggled, earning her a sharp smack fromGarrett, who moved from bottom to top with ease.
“Settle down or I’ll find some exotic lube,” Garrettpromised.
She went still.
Keane smoothed back her hair.“It was easier when we bothfound ourselves in a group home.That was pretty much the end of the line.Aplace to wait until we aged out of the system.”
Not that he had.Oh, he’d aged, but he hadn’t finished hisseventeenth year in the group home.He’d been in prison.
“Is that when you started sharing women?”she asked in abreathy tone.
He kissed her cheek.He’d never felt this tenderness well upbefore.“We did.There was a girl our age in the home, and we were with her fora while.Susan Rawls.We both liked her.She said she wasn’t choosing, and sowe both dated her.And that was how we started.”
“I think she needs the plug now,” Garrett said, his tonedeep.
He kissed her again and stood as Garrett stepped back.
