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“Come with me,” I groaned as the start of my orgasm tingled down my back.

“Fuck,” Genevieve groaned, looking at me as I touched myself.

“Now” Luke growled, slapping my ass.

I cried out as I heard Genevieve and Luke do the same. My body shook from the orgasm as I continued fucking myself until the orgasm ripped the last of my energy out. I collapsed on Genevieve, burrowing myself in her neck. She wrapped her arms around me as Luke kissed my back whispering sweet nothings to us.

My heart grew in size while we caught our breath. Tears stung my eyes as the feeling of rightness settled over me. Itmight not be ideal or conventional but I have never been more sure that Genevieve was supposed to be with us.

26

Luke

Sex at the club had been an out of body experience. It wasn’t just Camila and I anymore, Genevieve had somehow changed our dynamic and while I was nervous about it, I wanted it. I wanted her, I wanted all of us together.

Since Tuesday, we hadn’t spent a day apart. It was a shift I felt starting at the club. Camila had always been my everything, she had always been it for me. I knew it when she told me to fuck off the first time I flirted with her and the second time when I “ran” into her in the library. She told me she was seeing someone and there was no chance for me. Then I saw her at a party with tears in her eyes, the girl she was dating had cheated and I turned into the shoulder to cry on. No matter how much I wanted to pursue her, I became her friend.

We had study dates, dinners, she came to my games all while I slowly fell in love with her. It wasn’t until she needed to make a piece of male clothing for one of her design classes that things changed. The way she looked at me changed, she touched me more often and one day she kissed me.

I didn’t think she would pursue me after that, but just like that, something inside her had clicked and after that we were inseparable. What Genevieve, Camila and I had felt like that.

I liked Genevieve, her dominance, her sassy personality and her occasional confusion on what to do in this relationship because she had never done anything like this. I saw it when she pulled back just watching us or she grew quiet the morning after. The dinners, sleepovers and the morning-afters were something I was going to make sure she got used to. It had always been contracts; a guideline of how she wanted the relationship to run. No matter how much Genevieve planned her dynamic with her subs, no one could ever plan when they would fall in love or start to really care for someone and I know that bothered her sometimes.

Yes, I might be getting ahead of myself in calling this love. It was exactly how I felt about Camila, the excitement, the unknowns and the hope for a future together. It wasn’t just me who was falling for her. I knew that look in Camila’s eyes, and how she looked, unsure sometimes, it was the look she used to give me. It excited me, I just hoped Genevieve went with the flow and didn’t decide we needed a contract.

It was Saturday morning as I finished up a quick breakfast. The girls wanted to run a few errands and visit this specific sex shop. I was always up for anything as long as it was with them.

“Oh my god, Easton,” Genevieve snapped, walking down the hallway. “I’ve been calling and I thought you were ignoring me.”

I bristled that she had been calling Easton. I knew they were friends but that didn’t help my jealousy. He was extremely good looking and they had history. She’s mine.

“Are you ok? Is Noemi ok?” she quickly asked.

Camila walked behind her with a frown.

“What the fuck, Easton.” Genevieve sat down at the bar looking distraught. “Please tell me Vincent put them in their place. Fuck, if he doesn’t do it I will buy their pharmaceutical company an?—”

Camila came over to me and grabbed the mug I had for her. She leaned against the counter as she looked at her.

“Good, I hope they leave you alone,” Genevieve growled, looking up at us. “If he does buy them I’ll start buying stock.”

She continued talking to Easton as I plated breakfast wondering exactly what she did for work. I always assumed it was the classes and doing things at The Atelier but she said she would buy out a pharmaceutical company, or was that just a figure of speech?

I sat down a mug of coffee and breakfast in front of her as she continued her conversation with Easton. Camila took her breakfast and sat next to her as I sat on the other side of her. Just as I sat down, she ended the call. Her silence was odd and made me worry.

“Everything ok?” Camila asked.

“No, Easton was assaulted outside of a bar along with Noemi,” she said, setting her phone down. “They beat him so badly he has broken ribs, a concussion, and his shoulder was dislocated. Noemi tried to help him and they assaulted her too. They broke her hand.”

“Holy shit,” I said, pulling her towards me. “Did they find the man?”

“No, it was two of them,” she said. “Easton says they think it was an attack on him paid for by his parents. They disowned him when he was nineteen because they are homophobic people but apparently his father is running for office and they are suspicious they did it to garner sympathy.”

“Excuse me?” Camila looked furious.

“His parents are awful people and even more awful that they let this happen to their child,” she said, shuddering. “Why are parents such assholes?”

Camila and I locked eyes.

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