Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Note from the Publisher

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  About Morgan Lewis

  About Raelynn MacDonald

  A Silver Publishing Book

  Third Time Lucky

  Copyright © 2012 by Morgan Lewis and Raelynn MacDonald

  E-book ISBN: 9781614958109

  First E-book Publication: October 2012

  Cover design by Reese Dante

  Editor: Theo Fenraven

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  Dedication

  Morgan

  For Mark, who is my everything, and for Yoda—teach me you did, yes.

  Morgan and Raelynn

  For Teresa, Meg, Kristy, and Karisha,

  without whom Dec, Ron, and Chris would never have made it this far.

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  Chapter 1

  Declan smiled to himself in the bathroom mirror as he listened to Ron slamming drawers closed and rummaging in the closet, no doubt looking for one lost shoe or the belt he'd kicked under the bed when they'd got home from the club last Friday night. He rimmed his dark blue eyes in silver and smudged a tiny bit of gloss onto his lips, artfully mussing his blond hair before stepping out into the hall. "I'm almost ready to go. You?" he called.

  Ron exited the bedroom a moment later, tucking his button-down shirt into his trousers. "All right, one sec—" He broke off as he raised his gaze to Declan. Slicking his tongue across his lips, Ron gave Declan a very thorough once-over, taking in his tight denims and the black latex shirt clinging to him like a second skin. His hazel eyes darkened.

  Declan looked down self-consciously. "What?"

  "You look… Fuck, Declan." Ron groaned and closed the distance between them with a few quick strides, pushing Declan against the wall. "Are you trying to torture me tonight?"

  "Like what you see, do you?" Declan purred in his ear.

  "Christ, yes," Ron growled. He shivered as he slid his hand over the shirt and Declan grinned, nipping roughly at Ron's earlobe.

  Declan smiled at Ron's expression. "I could get the matching trousers, too, if you like."

  Ron gave a low moan at the suggestion, running his hands through his close-cropped brown hair. "You're a wicked tease, you know." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fetch them for me, then."

  "Fetch?" Declan quirked an eyebrow at him. "I do not fetch."

  "Go get them, then," Ron amended, grinning as he added in a murmur, "Cheeky little slut."

  Smirking at him, Declan slipped towards the bedroom. "Finish tucking your shirt in," he called over his shoulder. "And your tail is showing." Ron's head snapped down as he checked his fly.

  "Cute. I'm going to spank you for that later," Ron called after him.

  "Promises, promises," Declan called back. After stripping out of his denims and pants, he cinched up a pair of latex trousers that were cut away and laced along the outside of both legs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Declan retrieved his outfit's crowning touch from beneath his pillow and ran his fingers over the edge of the collar with a soft smile. Wearing the collar out in public—even though no one knew its true significance—was one of his favourite things about their Friday night club dates. He buckled the leather band around his neck and stepped back into the hall, where he quickly found himself pressed up against the wall once more, one of Ron's hands settling possessively on his leg.

  "Are you sure you want to go out tonight? We could stay home and play…" Declan's voice was breathless as Ron nipped sharply at his neck, just above the collar.

  "It is tempting, now I've seen this." Ron trailed his hand down over Declan's chest to emphasise his point. "Do you want to go out like this? Those trousers don't leave much to the imagination."

  "You want me to dress like a slut."

  "Yeah," Ron admitted in a whisper. "For me, like this, yes."

  "Of course, it's not all for you, is it? Everyone else can see, as well…" Declan took Ron's hand and traced his fingertips along his upper thigh and hip, bare beneath the lacings.

  Dropping his forehead against Declan's shoulder, Ron took a ragged breath. "You are a little slut, aren't you?" he growled.

  "I'm afraid so." Declan tilted his head to press his lips against Ron's ear. "Perhaps you should punish me for it."

  "Perhaps I should," Ron agreed, hooking his fingers in the ring on Declan's collar and giving it a sharp tug. "But we both know if I punish you now, we'll never leave."

  "Well, then, I guess we'd best be going." Declan purred.

  "Before we do that…" Ron reached up and unfastened the collar from around Declan's neck with obvious reluctance. "I think we should leave this at home tonight."

  Declan looked at him in surprise. "But I always wear my collar when we go clubbing. It's part of the fun, being out and kinky without anyone else realising."

  Ron nodded. "I know, Dec, but we're going someplace new tonight, and I think it'll be better this way."

  "All right," Declan said, giving Ron a thoughtful look. "Some place new? Maybe I'll be able to convince you to get out on the floor with me?" At Ron's look of distaste, he continued, "All right, fine; no dancing. Where are we going?"

  "Just leave that to me. Shall I call us a taxi?"

  "Well, since I have no idea where we're going, I suppose you should do the honours."

  "I would hate for you to get us lost," Ron replied in a teasing tone, as he pulled out his mobile.

  * * * *

  Ron looked Declan over again with a smile as they alighted from the taxi, giving him a gentle nudge to urge him inside the club. As they entered, Declan took in the space with an arched eyebrow; a bar took up one side of the space while the other was occupied by several equipment stations. A few alcoves were set into the wall around the room.

  "Where are we?"

  "A club?" Ron supplied in a sheepish tone.

  "It's… a fetish club," Declan returned, keeping his own voice carefully neutral.

  "If you'd rather we go somewhere else, it's fine." Ron shifted behind Declan and rested his chin on his shoulder. "I just thought it might be nice to try someplace like this."

  "Are you expecting me to scene with you?"

  "Only if you want to." Ron pulled Declan against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I won't say I wouldn't love for it to happen, but I didn't bring you here expecting a scene. If that's all I wanted, I'd have just kept you at the flat."

  Declan inclined his head. "You realise you're outing us to an awful lot of people."

  "If we stay, then yeah. And I don't think I'd really mind being outed. If you don't want to stay, we can go, and if anyone asks what we were doing here, I got the address wrong."

  Declan thought for a long moment. "Well, you were right about one thing," Declan said, pressing against him. "I'd have trouble finding dance partners, wearing your collar."

  Ron groaned. "You've been planning to torture me all along, haven't you?"

  "Ever since you made me change my trousers. So," he said, "do you come here often?"

  "First time," Ron answered, sliding a hand down Declan's thigh.

  "Buy me a drink?"

  "Yeah." Ron nudged Declan towards the bar, claiming an empty stool at one end with another beside it. He flagged

down the bartender and ordered two bottles of ale, pushing one over to Declan when they were set down in front of them.

  "Thanks." Declan slipped onto the stool and swivelled so his back was to the bar, surveying the room as he took a long sip of ale.

  "See anything interesting?"

  Declan shrugged noncommittally as he looked around, nodding towards a tall, red-haired guy in tight denims and a leather vest leaning against the far wall, arms folded across his chest and a cat o' nine tails hanging from his belt. "He's a bit of all right."

  "Think so? I didn't know you liked gingers." Ron looked the man over and then glanced at Declan out of the corner of his eye. "Why don't you go over there, then, if that's what you think?"

  Declan looked at Ron in surprise. "What?"

  Ron straightened and smirked at Declan over his ale. "Just a suggestion," he said with a small shrug.

  "Is that so?" Declan quirked an eyebrow at Ron. "You really want me to go flirt with someone?"

  "I'd like to watch you with someone else for a while, yeah. Anyway, you said you wanted to dance, and you know that's not going to happen with me."

  "There is that. I couldn't even get you to dance with me at your sister's wedding."

  "I don't dance," Ron said flatly.

  "You could."

  "I'm not into humiliation."

  "No one would be looking at you." Declan took a long sip of his ale and then gave Ron a smug grin. "They'd be envious of you, but they'd be watching me."

  Ron rolled his eyes. "Less talk, more action, Dec."

  "Well. If that's what you want." Declan slipped off his stool, taking his bottle with him. Taking a long sip of his drink, Ron leaned back against the bar while he watched.

  Declan moved purposefully towards the other man, giving him a nod and a suggestive smile as he continued on to the dance floor.

  Arching an eyebrow, the Dom gave Declan a leisurely once-over before he moved off the wall to follow, smirking as he reached out and pulled Declan against his chest. "You're a little tease, aren't you?"

  "Sometimes," Declan murmured, leaning back against him. "When it's called for."

  "Perhaps we should start with names, then. I'm Liam. And you would be…?"

  "Declan."

  "Declan," Liam repeated. "I like that."

  Declan moved away, turning to face Liam as he danced. "What else do you like?"

  "Your outfit, for one thing."

  "Oh?"

  "It fits you well," Liam said, making no effort to hide the lust in his gaze as he gave Declan another pointed once-over.

  "Anything else you like?"

  "If the view I got a moment ago was any indication, I'd very much like spanking that arse of yours."

  "Is that so?" Declan moved closer, turning again to give Liam another view of the body part in question. "You cut right to it, don't you?"

  "Considering where we are? I see no reason not to."

  "There is that," Declan conceded with a chuckle.

  Liam hummed, stroking his thumb over Declan's thigh through the lacings on his trousers. Declan reached back to clasp one of Liam's hands as they moved to the music. After several moments, he shot a glance across the room, catching sight of Ron watching them intently, his drink now forgotten on the bar. Liam ground his hips against Declan's arse, winding his arm around the blond's waist to pull Declan closer. When Ron met his eyes across the room, Declan smirked as he briefly pressed back against Liam.

  Encouraged by the small movement, Liam let his hands wander, and Declan leaned his head back onto Liam's shoulder to whisper into his ear, "Still like what you see?"

  "Oh, yes," Liam breathed, sliding a hand down along the front of Declan's thighs.

  Declan caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Ron slipped off his stool. "Hold that thought," Declan said as he extricated himself from Liam's arms, moving to intercept Ron as he crossed the room towards them with a darkened expression. When Declan got near, Ron caught him around the waist and pulled him against his chest.

  "Having fun?"

  "What's your problem? I thought you wanted me to flirt with him?" Declan snapped as he pushed himself out of Ron's grasp just as Ron reached a hand into his hair. Ron arched an eyebrow at him.

  "You think I'm upset with you?"

  Declan looked at him in confusion.

  "My only problem right now, Declan," Ron continued, leaning towards him as he dropped his voice to a low growl, "is that I can't get you back to the flat to fuck you fast enough."

  Declan shivered, but forced himself to step away with a saucy grin. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit, then. I'm busy. Besides which, we just got here." He turned to leave, but Ron caught him by the wrist, tugging him backwards.

  "Let me rephrase that for you, pet," he whispered in Declan's ear. "Unless you want to get fucked in one of these alcoves, we're leaving now."

  Declan sagged against Ron with a groan. "Will you at least let me say goodbye to him?"

  Ron relaxed his grip and nodded. "Of course."

  Declan shook Ron's hands off and returned to Liam. "Sorry about that," he said awkwardly.

  "It's fine." Liam looked from him to Ron and back. "Should I assume this means we won't be picking up where we left off?"

  Declan gave an exaggerated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm afraid so. We're going to leave before he starts another scene." He smiled seductively. "It was a pleasure."

  Liam frowned, but nodded. "Yeah. Maybe another time, then…?"

  "Perhaps," Declan agreed, brushing his lips against Liam's cheek.

  Liam blinked in surprise and then smiled at Declan. "Off with you, before your friend over there kicks up another fuss."

  Declan brought his lips to Liam's other cheek. "Au revoir, Liam." Declan rejoined Ron, who shook his head, trying and failing to hide a smile. "What's so amusing?"

  "Just that you'd think I'd know by now when I provoke you, you always surprise me." Ron grinned and reached for Declan's hand as they stepped out of the club. "You aren't upset with me, are you?"

  "I haven't decided."

  Ron's grin didn't falter as he pulled Declan into his arms. "I'll just have to give you a good reason not to be, then," he whispered, before pulling away and hailing a taxi.

  * * * *

  Ron practically dragged Declan up the stairs and into the flat, causing the blond to stumble over the threshold.

  Declan pushed him away as soon as he regained his footing. "Bloody hell, Ron," he growled.

  "After watching your display back there, I think I'm allowed to be a little eager."

  "Display? You practically ordered me to do it."

  "And have you heard me complain about anything you did?"

  "You were glaring daggers at me the whole time."

  "I was trying not to jump you in front of the entire club. So I'll ask you again." Ron took a step closer to Declan. "Have I voiced any complaints about what happened?"

  "No," Declan admitted quietly.

  Ron tugged Declan into his arms, running his hand over his back. "Then why do you keep assuming I'm upset with you?"

  "I don't know," Declan murmured against his neck, and Ron hummed, continuing the soothing motion of his hand. "You're really not angry with me?"

  "Of course not." Ron kissed Declan's cheek. "You wanted to tease me, and I encouraged you. Why would I be upset?"

  Declan shrugged, remaining silent.

  After grabbing the collar from the coffee table, Ron fastened it around Declan's neck and traced his fingers gently over the leather. "Would this have anything to do with what you know of my past relationships?"

  "Perhaps a little. A Dom whose submissive cheated on him—"

  Ron tucked his hand beneath Declan's chin to tip his face up. "That was nothing like this, Dec. I trust you. I freely admit I can be possessive, but when I've not just given you permission, but encouraged you to flirt with someone else, it's very different than you going behind my back would be."

 

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