Page 14 of Moon Blind Hearts
“Deal,” Cash says eagerly. “I enjoy your audio tracks, especially the ones where you’re moaning.”
Oak smacks Cash on the shoulder. “Be professional, fucker.”
“I am,” Cash grunts, rubbing at his shoulder. “We’re literally signing contracts about having sex with each other. It’s part of the deal.”
“It’s fine,” I say, laughing. “I’ve seen your channel. I understand the dynamic.”
And I do. Cash is the feral, unpredictable one of the bunch. His videos focus on improvised tricks, truth or dares, and straight up feral natured orgasms. It’s almost refreshing to realize he’s that kind of guy in real life, too.
My eyes flick to Oak, and I’m reminded of his role of the three. The leader, the pleasure dom, the one who takes complete control and doesn’t let go until he says it’s time. His eyes meet mine, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and the big, bearded asshole smirks at me. Somehow, I feel like I’m in trouble already and he’s ready to punish me.
I clear my throat. “Anyways, the nitty gritty side of things are just as important. My identity remains a mystery. You tell no one about this interaction outside of our channels. If someone comes asking about me, you never met me, never saw me, and you don’t know who I am. We don’t discuss our partnership outside of this property. After our collaboration is complete, the opportunity for further partnerships is open, but only so long as the contract has not been breached.”
Cash whistles. “You take your secret identity seriously. I feel like we’ve slacked on ours.”
“I have to,” I say. At Oak’s probing gaze, I add, “For Genie.”
Which isn’t a lie, per se. I do have to keep us anonymous for Genie’s sake, because if my family finds out that I have a daughter, they’ll hunt us all the more for it. And if they find us . . .
“That makes sense,” Sawyer murmurs, nodding. “Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” I clear my throat. “You can call me Jules, but I’ve left off my name on the contract. I’d prefer you didn’t know the full name, but it’s not a legal binding document without it. So, I can add that now, but feel free to ignore it, and Googling it goes against the contract.”
Oak’s brows shoot up. “What?”
“Precautions,” I offer, but I know how it sounds. “I’m trusting the three of you. I haven’t done any collaborations since Genie was born because of security reasons, so I’m going out on a limb here.”
Oak studies me closely. “You got a crazy ex or something?”
“Or something,” I reply, looking back down at the paperwork to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s best you didn’t ask because I won’t tell you.”
Cash blows out a puff of air. “Well . . . alright then. I suppose we can agree to that. It’s nice to meet you, Jules.”
I smile gently at him. “Likewise. Oh, and finally, there is a clause at the end about the contract being breached. If I see an ounce of disrespect, I walk. If you try anything I haven’t consented to, I walk. Basic stuff.”
Cash frowns the same time as Oak does.
“You had to put that in the contract?” Oak growls, crossing his massive forearms.
“That should be a given,” Cash grunts. “I hate to ask why it had to be added.”
“You’d be surprised how often stuff like that happens,” I offer, wincing.
Ivy grunts. “I’ve literally given someone a black eye because of it. So, we mean business.”
Oak shakes his head. “Unfortunately, I’m not surprised at all. We’ve had our own run-ins already. This business is risky in many ways, and people get real comfortable at some point.”
I smile. “I assume you mean you’ve had people proclaiming their love for the three of you already?”
A muscle in Oak’s cheek ticks. “Yeah, a few times.”
I shrug. “I try and take it as a compliment now. You rocked their world. They’ll never forget you. Just hopefully, they don’t turn into stalkers. That’s a very real danger.”
“You’ve had a lot of stalkers?” Sawyer asks. His eyes are focused on me as he asks, his brow raised in curiosity.
“A few,” I shrug. “Part of the business.” I lean back on the couch. “So, how exactly does a dairy farm start a cam business? Out of curiosity’s sake?”
Cash shrugs and laughs. “Sometimes we gotta make ends meet. Artisan cheese and milk is great, but sometimes, it doesn’t pay all the bills. I came up with the cam business idea as a joke, and then it became not so much a joke as much as a viable business option. So here we are.” He tilts his head. “How about you?”
