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“There’s no harm in seeing where we can go,” he continued. “If the two of you can trust me enough to balance us, I’d really love to embark into something new. And if it doesn’t work out, no harm, no foul. What do you say?” Logan winked.

I sighed around his thumb. Though I had been in the community for a long time, being on the other side of the equation was not something I’d anticipated. Wanted. But not anticipated. I sucked on his offending digit.

Logan grunted, slowly withdrawing it from in between my lips.

“Yes,” I said firmly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Logan chuckled, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I love your answer, August, but which part are you saying yes to?”

My heart hammered in my chest, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He immediately ran his hands through my hair, soothing parts of me I hadn’t given voice to. “I agree with everything.”

“Good.”

“Now, I’m really tired. Can we go to bed?”

“Sure.”

Every muscle in my body seemed to relax at the same time. After so many years of fighting against my true desires, to finally secure at least the possibility of getting them drained me completely. Logan kissed my forehead, an incredibly tender gesture that brought tears to my eyes. He led me to the bed, stripped and climbed in next to me.

“Goodnight,” I said, unable to say anything else. Out of all the things we’d done so far, somehow this felt the most intimate.

“Sweet dreams, August.”

I allowed myself to find comfort in his arms. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but for tonight, I belonged to Logan. And that meant everything.

CHAPTER 7

LOGAN

I let out a quiet breath as I rolled out of bed. August stayed asleep, grumbling something as he pulled the blankets closer. Smoothing them over his sleeping form, I patted his head and padded out to my office to sit on the sofa. I’d pushed him hard last night, and I hadn’t gone easy on Karsyn either. Neither of them had spoken more than a few words to each other. And then I promised both of them separately that we would be fantastic together. What had I been thinking?

Jabbing my fingers into my hair, I shook my head. It was not like me to decide without any basis, and yet I had. When I made my offer to Karsyn, I hadn’t even talked to August about a relationship.

Confidence seeped from my pores on any given day; it was not something that eluded me, but this time I may have bitten off more than I could chew. Two submissives. A throuple. Me becoming their Dominant.

It had been over six months since my last relationship. It had ended as well as any other. For some strange reason, at least strange to my friend group, I had a long line of extremely cordial ex-partners. They told me I must have bribed them all into amicable break-ups. I often joked that they still wanted a discount at Wicked Kisses and a pass for Creekside.

Sitting on the sofa contemplating rules, guidelines, and so on, I texted Sam, Luke, and Jesse. They were three of my closest friends who all successfully navigated three-person relationships where they were in control. Jesse even had a baby on the way with his two partners. The three of them were deliriously happy. He had also quizzed some of his friends about different ways to cope and manage, but some things had come up and Jesse and I hadn’t connected. I texted him anyway because he always responded no matter how long it had been since we hung out.

I needed practical advice fast. Luke responded first. His answer calmed my nerves. Even if I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, I knew how to handle a submissive in a scene as well as in a dynamic. If I remembered to keep my cool, leading as I always did, without turning into a massive jerk, then my worries were misplaced.

I reminded myself that I’d been involved in the community for a long time before jumping into ownership of the club. I did not have any concerns regarding a dynamic with either August or Karsyn. So, why did the thought of being with both of them bring my nerves to the surface?

I preferred a Daddy-Dom dynamic and if anyone could benefit from a Daddy, it was the two of them. I rubbed my chin as I messaged back and forth with Luke. He helped me uncover the heart of the matter. Something he struggled with as well. The underlying fear that the two of them would rebel against the rules because they didn’t believe in me. Or they would fall for each other and leave me in the dust. Fuck. The uncertainty did not feel good in my body.

“Logan?” August called from the suite.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I answered, as I shot off another message to Luke, thanking him.

We made plans to have a beer at The Kicking Donkey this week with Sam. Sam had recently become involved with Jesse’s sister-in-law, Monica as well as Trey, my brother’s best friend. Though no one could have predicted their unlikely trio, we all supported them. I felt a sense of warmth as I thought about how amazing my group of friends were to each other. Not everyone had a village, but I did.

“Sir?”

I glanced up at the doorway to the suite. August leaned against the wall, a towel slung low around his hips, wearing nothing else but a smirk.

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