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“Mistress,” I moaned as she said “Come.”

My body exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. My toes curled, my legs shook as I closed my eyes feeling like I was dying from pleasure. My arms were shaking as I let myself fall back on Luke, hearing him growl as he found his own release.

“Are you ok?” Genevieve asked out of breath.

I nodded, not sure if she was talking to me or not. Luke shifted underneath me, and I moved to roll off of him.

“I got you, Hermosa,” he said, enveloping me in his arms.

I sighed, feeling too much like jelly to move. A cloth cleaned me up, then lifted and put under the covers before I knew what was happening. Two bodies surrounded me, it was a feeling I couldn’t describe. While I knew Luke and I were always meant to be together, a part of me now thought that Genevieve was always supposed to find us too.

21

Luke

Movement against me made my eyes open quickly. The room was starting to lighten up, with the morning sun. I looked over to see Camila on my chest, rubbing her cheek against me and Genevieve spooning her. Flashbacks of yesterday’s sex filtered through my brain, and I knew it was not something I would ever forget.

We all took a nap before we ordered dinner and watched a movie. Camila and I got Genevieve to stay the night even though I saw her reluctance. Once we got into bed, she looked a little stiff, but once we talked a little before bed, she and Camila were really cozy.

The sound of their breathing was comforting, bringing me a sense of calm I hadn’t felt since before Genevieve suggested the contract. The girls were sleeping soundly, and I wanted them to wake up to hot food and coffee. I kissed Camila’s forehead wanting to do it to Genevieve as well, but I was too afraid waking her would make her think she had to leave.

I slid out of the bed and put a pillow next to Camila she could hold onto. They were adorable, so much so that I wanted to crawl back into bed, but I headed to the bathroom to do my business. A quick shower and a big glass of water, then I startedthe fireplace as snow started falling. We were supposed to get a decent storm in the next couple of days and I wondered if we could convince Genevieve to stay another day with us.

She would more than likely say no, but it didn’t hurt to try and get her to stay. Walking to the kitchen, I was ready to whip up a quiche with a side of bacon and bagels. I made myself a cinnamon latte as I started cutting everything up.

The quiche was in the oven as I fried the bacon and heated up the bagels in our toaster oven when I heard them coming down the hall. They were talking and giggling about something as they came into the kitchen. They were each wearing some pants with a robe, looking cute as hell.

“That website was a little shocking and some of the things they had for men were scary,” Camila chuckled.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Genevieve smirked. “Some men like to wear cock cages; it prevents them from getting too hard.”

I winced, wondering who the hell would want that, but it wasn’t my place to judge.

“What? Is that what those little cage things were?” Camila looked horrified.

“Yeah, that’s what they were.” Genevieve looked amused.

Camila looked at me and I’m pretty sure we had the same look of horror. She walked up to me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips that I wasn't going to do. I pulled her in closer, licking the seam of her lips asking for permission to let me deepen the kiss. She groaned as I stroked her tongue with my own.

I peeked to see what Genevieve was doing and we had her mesmerized. I sucked Camila’s bottom lip before giving her one last kiss.

“You taste delicious,” she said, before walking away.

Genevieve and I stared at each other. I wanted her to make the first move, even though I knew she wouldn’t. We moved atthe same time, reaching out for each other. Just like Camila, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as I licked her lips for entry. She let me in, and she tried to take control, but I wouldn’t let her. We fought for dominance until she finally relented and let me kiss her stupid. She fisted my shirt, groaning in my mouth before I nipped at her lip pulling away. We were a little breathless as we studied each other.

“I might be your Sub in the bedroom, but what have I told you? Out here you’re mine,” I said, kissing her nose before getting bagels out of the toaster oven.

Camila chuckled. “What kind of coffee would you like?”

“Uh, just milk and sugar?” She looked at Camila confused.

“Well, that's too boring,” Camila said. “We have vanilla, hazelnut, mocha, we even have peppermint.”

They talked as I took out the quiche, touching the top to make sure it was done and putting it on a trivet to let it cool.

“You want to have breakfast in front of the fireplace?” I looked over my shoulder to see Camila making coffee as Genevieve leaned against the bar looking at us.

“Ooooh, yes! We can enjoy the warmth and the snow,” Camila said, handing a cup to Genevieve. “I’ll set up.”

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