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“You too, pup. Go to your room. There are clothes waiting for you.”

Saint didn’t hesitate. Like a good dog, he shuffled on his hands and knees in the same direction Ridge had gone. I made a mental note to get something for his knees because I didn’t want him scraping his skin. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and typed a message to Omri, asking him to find me kneepads for pet play. He hadn’t questioned me about the knot toy, so I knew he wouldn’t ask about this, either.

Ridge met me at the bottom of the stairs, appearing anything but impressed that he was being forced to come with us. He wore a pair of jeans, a red wool sweater, and a matching scarf was draped around his neck. The weather was still cold, and he’d always hated the chill. As much as he tried to pretend I didn’t know anything about him, I knew more than he thought.

It took Saint about five minutes to arrive at the head of the stairs, then several more to come down the steps because he had to make the attempt backward due to walking on all fours. Ridge and I both stopped to appreciate the line of his ass in those leather pants I’d dropped off. I hadn’t been completely cruel, though, and he wore a sweater similar to Ridge’s, except it was blue.

When he reached the bottom step, I took pity on him. “You can walk on your feet while we’re visiting the Harlots.”

He heaved a sigh of relief and stood, brushing at the knees of his leather pants. When he straightened, my gaze went to the bulge at the front. The material clung to him like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. There was no chance he would be able to wear underwear underneath the leather.

“Hm.” I stepped forward and cupped his cock, giving it a squeeze.

He moaned, jutting his hips to push more firmly into my palm.

“You are beautiful, pup.” I captured his mouth in a hard kiss, and he whimpered under the nip of my teeth. The lip-lock was quick and dirty, and I stepped back just as fast as I’d moved in.

Ridge crossed his arms and stared at us, jealousy sparkling in his eyes again. He’d always been envious of Saint, and that was where the competition between them had stemmed from. The bad blood had begun with my parents, who’d pitted them against each other, and it was interesting to watch the grudge transfer because of my attention.

I smirked and held out my hand. “Come here, boy.”

He didn’t. He tilted his chin up in defiance, and warm lust flooded my gut. Ridge was begging to be spanked, but it couldn’t happen now. We had too much to do.

Later, I promised him with my gaze. Instead, I shifted toward him and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him to me. He struggled, but I didn’t let him win, and when I had him cradled against my chest, I clutched his chin tightly. I kissed him even as he pushed against me and bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him yelp. Laughing, I laid another gentle kiss on his mouth before I backed away.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” I didn’t let them argue and forced them out of the house and toward the garage where I kept one of my most prized possessions—my storm gray McLaren 765LT. It was a low-riding, sleek two-seater sports car, worth over three hundred thousand dollars, and it had been a present to myself for my forty-seventh birthday.

Ridge paused when he saw which vehicle we were taking. “Dad, we’re not all going to fit in the McLaren.”

I hit the fob, and the car’s lights flashed, signaling that it was unlocking and popping open the door latches, before I turned to smirk at him. “Saint is your pet, boy. He’ll sit on your lap.”

“On my lap?” His eyes widened and he glanced at Saint, who stared at him in return with a similar look.

I held in a laugh and waved my hand toward the passenger side of the car. “No arguing. Get in. Now.” I didn’t wait for a response before I opened my door, which raised upward instead of out, and slid in behind the wheel. I dropped the keys in the console between the two seats and hit the Start Engine button. The light in the button pulsed and turned red as the McLaren rumbled loudly to life. The thrill of the sound and vibration wormed its way down to my balls, and I closed my eyes, leaning back in the seat to appreciate the sensation. There was nothing quite like the feeling that came with a high-powered sports car.

Finally, the passenger door opened upward. Ridge fell into the tight seat, appearing anything but pleased by the situation. He threw me a glare but didn’t say a word as Saint followed him in, careful as he sat on Ridge’s lap. They were awkward, Saint shifting uncomfortably on Ridge’s thighs as though they hadn’t already had their cocks in each other. Saint lowered the door until it closed, and they sat there, uncomfortable, with Saint’s cheeks tinting a pretty red.

I rolled my eyes. “Seat belt.”

“You don’t have one on,” Ridge grumbled, glare turning heated.

I laughed and slapped the steering wheel gently. “I’m in my forties and this is my car. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Put your seat belt on.”

“If the cops pull us over—” Saint began.

“They won’t.” I flicked my finger at the seat belt near Ridge’s right hip. “They know who I am. Put it on. Now.”

Saint reacted immediately, grabbing the belt and then strapping it across his chest. Ridge snatched the catch from him and shoved it into the buckle, and when I was satisfied, I hit the button on the remote, raising the garage door. I backed out and took off, closing the door as I left.

We cruised the streets of Vert Island, a suburb full of tall, elaborate homes and cars almost as nice as my McLaren. A few people I recognized gave me a short wave as I drove past, and I returned the gesture, not giving a shit that they could see Saint on Ridge’s lap. It had taken monumental amounts of sucking up to get my reputation back after Saint’s parents fucked it up, but I’d kissed ass whenever I could and offered free services at our finance business—which had already cost me hours of work—even though Johnny wasn’t part of my company. He’d ventured off to start his own business with his wife, lecturing me about living off our family name, as if he hadn’t still been doing the same. His practices had nearly killed our reputation. If I knew where he was, I might ask some friends to deal with him. Our brotherly relationship had long since died.

Saint shifted awkwardly on Ridge, and Ridge grabbed his hips, keeping him still. Ridge’s body was tense, his mouth twitching as though he was trying hard not to react to having such a pretty man like Saint sitting on his lap.

Smugness had my lips curling into a grin. “Feel something beneath you, pup?”

Saint’s cheeks burned bright red and he glanced away from me, answering my question without saying a word. Ridge’s cock must be pressing up into Saint like a beacon of horniness. Ah, to be young again. I enjoyed the sight of them. They were beautiful together, but the two were oil and water in their differences.

“Where are we going?” Ridge’s blunt tone made me laugh. He was trying to distract himself from all the wriggling happening on top of him.