Their Perfect Sub

By Megan Slayer

Clint Jordan has been the oddball in his family. He’s the oldest, but has no desire to run the family business. He’s in love with Ronan, despite his mother’s determination to find him a wife. Plus, he wants to share a sub with Ronan. Is there someone out there who can fit their needs and bring them together?

Zari’s running from a past that won’t go away. She needs stability and two men who will cherish her… while giving her a good paddling. When she meets Ronan and Clint, she’s convinced they’re meant to own her. Will these two committed men have space in their life for her?

Ronan got more than he bargained for when he became Clint’s lover. He’s not only with Clint, but he’s under the rule of the Jordan family. Once Zari enters the equation, he’s forced to admit his true feelings for Clint and accept what he needs from Zari. But things aren’t always the way they seem. Zari comes with baggage, and Clint’s determined to make the triad work. Will Ronan accept their terms or walk away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: May 9, 2019

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Chapter One

I hate waiting. Clint Jordan sat on the edge of the sofa and debated how he wanted to present himself. He hated arguments with Ronan more than he detested waiting. A piece of his heart had ripped out when Ronan left. He wished they hadn’t shouted at each other. Ronan was his other half. Going to the office sucked without Ronan across the hallway. Moreover, he missed his sub.

Clint couldn’t sit still. He forced himself not to check the clock for the hundredth time. He didn’t regret taking part in the collaring ceremony with his brother Dashiell and Dash’s wife, Christy. The ceremony had been beautiful and sexy, and she’d only blown him while Dash fucked her.

But Clint hadn’t told Ronan about the ceremony.

Keeping quiet wasn’t smart, but not awful enough for him and Ronan to split. Christy would’ve been overwhelmed by having three cocks, and Dash wouldn’t have allowed Ronan to join in.

The door opened and Clint sat up straighter. He’d devoted the last two years to Ronan and needed him more than ever.

Ronan stepped into the living room. Hi.

Hi. He wanted to move, but damn it, he couldn’t shake the tension. Sit down. Only Ronan could have him this off-balance.

Ronan sat opposite him and said nothing.

Clint wasn’t sure where to start. Do you know why you weren’t included in the ceremony? He owed Ronan a better explanation than none.

Got right to the point, didn’t you? Ronan sighed. He now had dark circles under his brown eyes. He looked tired. His black hair needed to be brushed and he should have run an iron over his shirt. He hadn’t shaved in at least two days, and the dusting of hairs on his cheeks and chin added to his appeal. He stole Clint’s breath.

We need to sort this out, Clint said. This is the only way. No one could ever say he wasn’t blunt.

We do. Ronan leaned back in his seat. I hate fighting. The collar of his shirt hid the silver chain he always wore -- the collar Clint had given him.

Likewise. Clint exhaled and swept his gaze over Ronan again. He wanted to kiss his lover and prove everything was all right. He also wanted to know Ronan hadn’t removed the collar. I hate you’re upset and hate I caused it.

The muscle in Ronan’s jaw tightened. I know.

The reason they didn’t include you and I didn’t invite you along was Christy. Think about it. Doing three guys is a lot for anyone to take. Sure, some can, and others would love it, but after what she’s been through -- the shit at the club, the guys taking advantage and her worthless so-called family -- I didn’t have the heart to push. Until Dash rescued her, she’d been treated like garbage. If we’d all been there, she’d have thought Dash was no different. That’s not fair.

So? It’s expected at the club. Ronan folded his arms. We’ve watched tests of the subs where they’re expected to do more than that.

Clint knew this game. Ronan wanted to make him hurt, too. Hold up. I’ve never passed you around, and when I collared you, it was just us, Clint murmured. Everyone does the ceremony in their own fashion. You never had to prove anything to me.

I know.

Dash knew what he was doing, and he’d approved everything except the blowjob with Christy, Clint said. I was the witness.

You joined in. Ronan’s eyes blazed.

Because I was asked.

And you couldn’t have mentioned it to me? Oh, hey, my brother wants me to do his old lady because he wants to collar her. Do you mind? Ronan growled. I might have minded.

You said no chicks. Clint leaned on his elbows. Dash wanted you to be at the wedding. He’d planned on you being one of his attendants. It killed me to go alone.

Yet you flew right off to Vegas and left me here. Ronan shook his head. I would’ve stayed in the damn hotel room.

I not only invited you, but I expected you to come along. You decided you were too… I believe you said sick, to come. Clint lowered his tone, despite his overwhelming desire to scream. Shouting never solved anything. My brother asked for me to join in. It wasn’t a slight to you. I honored his wishes. If he’d have said he wanted me to do more than witness, I might have hesitated, and I would’ve told you.

Ronan rubbed his forehead, then flicked his hair out of his eyes. I know.

Clint paused. Ronan had confused him. Is that why you’re angry? Tell me the whole truth.

Ronan didn’t speak right away. He smoothed his palms over his jeans legs. We’re a twosome. We’re solid. I thought your brother understood that.

He does.

I get the three guys on one chick thing. I do, Ronan said. I’d be overwhelmed.

Is that why we fought that day? You felt left out? He’d assumed so, but wanted to hear the words from Ronan. You told me to go to hell.

I did.

Babe, I never meant to hurt you. Why’d you get so upset that day? What started this? Clint asked. I’m listening.

Ronan sighed. First, I’d had a shitty day. Nelson wanted to talk politics and I hate that crap, but he wouldn’t let up. Second, my deal on the 43rd Street property fell through. Third, I heard you’d been the one to help Dash with the con artist and Christy’s former club. I felt left out and emotional. When you came home telling me you’d been part of their ceremony without me, I couldn’t handle it. It was easier to shut you out than to admit I was hurt.

You told me to go to hell, and when we were supposed to go to Vegas, you said you were sick. Babe, you wanted space and I gave it. I don’t want that space any longer. He understood Ronan’s situation better. He’d reached his breaking point. No matter what, come to me. Whatever’s bothering you isn’t so big we can’t get past it.

I should’ve. Ronan switched couches and sat beside Clint. Between the day at work, the shit being said at the office, you being with them and not me… I couldn’t face any of you at the wedding. Christ, I’m so insecure sometimes. I broke. He rested his head on Clint’s shoulder. I’m sorry.

I am, too. He held Ronan’s hand. I still want to marry you. Everyone thinks we are, and I’m tired of not being legal. Relief filled his mind. They could move forward. The hurt wasn’t too much. I’m not letting go -- not ever. You’re my world.

Your mother hates me. Ronan massaged the back of Clint’s hand. She’d like to see me exit stage left for good.

She’ll come around. His mother didn’t like anyone new to the family -- especially if she thought she’d lost control.

I don’t have tits.

Clint shrugged. You look fantastic in your pink corset and those thigh-high stockings.

True.

Clint grinned and let go of Ronan’s hand. He draped his arm around his lover. They hadn’t glammed it up in so long. Maybe it was about time they did again. We’re good? No more arguing?

For now. Ronan tipped his head to meet Clint’s gaze. We always fight, but we make up for it.

I do love make-up sex. He kissed Ronan and his world righted. Do you want to play?

Right now? Ronan’s eyes lit up. Yes, Sir. He slid to the floor at Clint’s feet. I don’t need to use my safe word. He bowed his head.

Good boy. He petted Ronan’s hair. Not only was he happy to play, he was thrilled he and Ronan were tight again. I want you naked. Now.

Yes, Sir. Ronan removed his jacket and whipped his shirt over his head. He folded the garments and placed them on the opposite couch. He stood long enough to remove his boots, jeans, boxers and socks. His cock stood out from his hairless groin.

You shaved. Clint relaxed in his seat when he saw the silver chain. He and Ronan had discussed what Ronan’s collar would be and how to make the item visible without being gaudy. The simple silver chain with the little lock screamed masculinity and submission, while still looking like average jewelry. The silver also complemented Ronan’s tanned skin. Why? He loved when Ronan shaved and appreciated the view of Ronan’s bare body.

To please you. He knelt at Clint’s feet again. He clasped his hands together at the small of his back. I hoped we’d work this out and be us again.

I’m glad you did. He petted Ronan’s hair. You deserve punishment for leaving.

I do. Ronan’s skin flushed. He closed his eyes, and a lazy smile curled on his lips.

He loved how Ronan came alive when they played. Retrieve the paddle. You deserve a spanking.

I do, Sir. Ronan crawled out of the living room. When he returned, he held the handle of the paddle in his teeth.

Christ. Watching Ronan in action was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Blood rushed to Clint’s cock, and he craved the moment he’d sink into Ronan’s ass. He patted his lap.

Without words, Ronan offered up the paddle, then stretched across Clint’s thighs.

What do you say? Clint turned the paddle over in his hands. Boy?

Thank you, Sir. Ronan flexed his asshole and rested his fingertips on the floor. I need you, Sir.

Do you? He smoothed the paddle over the curve of Ronan’s ass. How much do you need me? He embraced the power and importance of his job -- to please Ronan. To treat Ronan with dignity, while giving him the pain his body craved.

Yes, Sir, Ronan whimpered. So much. Please, Sir? I don’t deserve your attention.

Maybe not, but you deserve this. He brought the paddle down on Ronan’s