Paint

by Becca Jameson

  Luke blinked. “I… I don’t really know.”

  It was an honest admission, and Nathan appreciated it more than Luke could know. He’d grown up with so little honesty in his life, his family “image” being so important. It was why Nathan had started pushing boundaries so much, to see if he could break his parents, make wrinkles in their seemingly perfect lives. But they refused to rise to his goading, ever, because he was the “miracle child” who survived death and could do no wrong. It was a horrifying position to be in, he realized once he’d gotten to college. He had few resources to deal with real problems. He’d gotten put on academic probation twice before he was finally kicked out of Cornell and had to complete his degree at a small state school. His parents never said a word, just pretended everything was fine, like they always did.

  “Then let’s find out, shall we?”

  “Do we need a contract or something?” Luke stammered, a deep flush rising up his neck to his cheeks.

  Olivia pulled herself off the dildo, her juices making a delicious slurping sound as she rose. “Oh yay! We’re at contract time already. Does that mean we get to keep you? Estaremos empatados ya.”

  Nathan watched Luke freeze for a second and couldn’t decide if it was because he was embarrassed about asking for a contract or because he wanted to be kept so badly. He turned toward Olivia to address her first. “I’d hardly call it a relationship yet, love. Give the man some room to breathe before you suffocate him.”

  She pouted.

  “I…I don’t mind,” Luke stammered.

  Nathan turned back to Luke and assessed him. His sandy blond hair and slight build, definitely muscles there, but hardly of the body-building variety. He might be too young for all of this, but the longing in his blue eyes was enough. Time to take the bull by the horns and see what the kid was made of.

  “Luke,” Nathan said and Luke’s shoulders relaxed again at the command. “We’d like to keep you. Long-term. We realize it’s a big ask, and you probably have questions for us, but Olivia and I trust our instincts, and we’ve never had anyone as right for us as you.”

  “I… I don’t exactly know what that means… It’s all so new.”

  Nathan stepped forward and slid his hand to the back of Luke’s neck. The boy relaxed even more. God, so responsive. “Yes, it’s new and a commitment. So we’ll build an out clause into this. One that any of the three of us can use. More than a safe word. It gives all of us the option to step away with no questions asked. All three of us have to be into this for it to work. And yes, we’ll need to communicate constantly to make sure we’re all still happy. But the out clause, that’s what keeps you safe, Luke. You say that word and we let you go completely. Not just from the scene, but from anything to do with us.”

  Luke’s eyes widened. “Do you two have that?”

  Olivia laughed. “Of course. I mean, not that I don’t appreciate drama, but long, drawn-out break-up scenes aren’t my thing. And if Nathan stopped wanting me, I’d prefer to skip the huge post-mortem on that. Same if he found someone else. What do I need that pain for? The out clauses are the best. Rip the Band-Aid off and move on.”

  Nathan had never considered using his out clause with Olivia. And he made damn sure she wouldn’t have to remember their word. But when he’d first claimed her, two days after the bank incident, he wanted to keep things simple, and that seemed like the best way. And here he was again doing it with Luke, though this time his offer came with a hundred misgivings. Luke wasn’t nearly as open or as easy to read as his Livi. Luke didn’t share his life story with anyone who cared to listen the way Olivia did. But Nathan knew the out clause would make Luke feel more secure. And he wanted that for his boy.

  “What’s the out clause word?”

  Olivia put her hands over her ears and said, “Moisture.”

  Nathan laughed, and Luke gave him a curious look. “Livi thinks the word is gross. She’d never use it. I’d never use it. Things are damp or wet. She uses lotion on her skin. The M-word is for the out clause use only.”

  Luke tipped his head back and laughed, and Nathan was struck again by how beautiful he could be when his face opened up with honest emotion, not guarded like he most often was. Luke would be a project for both of them. Sure, they could pull the realness out of him in bed, but to capture that authenticity outside of it. To get his pure and honest emotions to live on the surface of him, that would take a lot of coaxing.

  “Okay,” Luke said finally. “We have an out clause. Anything else? Do you need to know my hard limits or anything?”

  Nathan grinned. “Do you know what your hard limits are?”

  Luke blushed and looked down. “Not exactly.”

  Olivia walked to him and put her arms around his waist, tucking herself in beautifully. The two of them were gorgeous together, and Nathan couldn’t wait to have at them both.

  “Don’t worry, little Jedi, we’ll figure it out together.”

  Chapter Seven

  Luke took a deep breath and pulled away from Olivia’s hug, his heart tight and uncertain as to the next steps of this relationship. He glanced around their apartment. It was much more colorful and hodge-podge than Julian and Morgan’s. Full of bright Frida Kahlo prints and walls painted red and purple and deep gold. He’d been so nervous last night with them, he hadn’t really processed how much of the apartment screamed Olivia. Like walking inside her brain. There was a bookshelf along one wall with several pictures of Nathan and Olivia. Luke squinted his eyes at a framed set of four photo-booth pictures, realizing Olivia was in an increasing state of dishevelment with each picture, Nathan’s hands pulling at her clothes. They had an open kitchen, and Luke noticed a stack of dishes in the sink and Chinese stir-fry boxes left out. His instinct made him want to go put them away. Seal them up for lunch for the rest of the week. Takeout was such an indulgence on his budget.

  The apartment was mostly hardwood flooring, but Nathan and Olivia had covered it with bright rugs. The whole place was cozy, and for a second, he imagined himself there, part of it, making dinner with them, leaving for work together. God, he wanted that. But he couldn’t let himself hope. Not so soon. Not with so many questions swirling around his brain. He’d just met them. This could all blow up in smoke.

  His hands shook as he moved to undo the zipper on his coat before Nathan stopped him.

  “Keep your coat on. Livi, go get dressed. The red dress with the short, flowy skirt, thigh-high stockings, no panties, and those black fuck-me boots.”

  Olivia nodded and pranced toward the bedroom, humming “Sexy Back” as she went.

  “Are we going somewhere?”

  Nathan studied him again. The way the sexy man kept doing that was unnerving, almost as if he could crawl inside Luke’s mind and see everything he was thinking and feeling. “You’re going to church tomorrow? For the first time in a while?”

  Luke nodded.

  “Okay, well then, we need to have some fun tonight. Outside of the house. Give you something really good to confess.”

  Heat flared on Luke’s cheeks. Of course. He should have expected Nathan to understand why he wanted to go to St. Jude’s, why he needed to go.

  Nathan tipped Luke’s chin up and kissed him softly, his tongue sliding along Luke’s lower lip. “I don’t want to be something you feel guilty about. But if confession is what you need to reconcile how you feel and what you want, then have at it. I won’t stop you, but I’ll make damn sure you feel very good while you sin.”

  Luke almost told him that was Satan’s MO, that the fallen angel used your desires against you, like he had with Jesus in the desert before he was crucified. But Luke didn’t think Nathan would appreciate the biblical lesson. So instead, he opened his mouth slightly and let Nathan dive in with his tongue. Nathan was an amazing kisser, so hungry and hot. Luke lit up and opened his mouth wider.

  “Ready,” Olivia said from the doorway. Luke pulled back and stared. Holy shit. The dress. Plunging neckline revealing her ample cleavag
e and a skirt short enough Luke could see the top of her thigh highs. And the boots. He was sure she’d leave them on to fuck if he asked her, or maybe if Nathan asked her.

  “Twirl, baby,” Nathan said, and she immediately did, the skirt flaring out to show off her bare ass and pussy.

  “Luke’s gonna take that ass tonight. I’m glad you bounced on that dildo because you’re going to need to be ready for the both of us. DP, baby. Make sure you bring the lube in your purse.”

  Olivia rolled her eyes. “Like I would leave home without it.”

  “Are we going back to the dungeon at Nyx?” Luke asked, suddenly feeling butterflies in his stomach. Would he have to do another scene? It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, not with the two of them, but he didn’t feel ready yet to be graded on his performance with them by other people in the community. It was one thing to be a newbie on demo night, but the next time he visited, he wanted to be able to show off a bit more. At the very least, he wanted to know what he was doing enough not to blow his load from just a little ass play.

  Nathan shook his head. “No, not to Nyx. We’re going to The Playground. Livi likes music, and she likes to be seen. I’m indulging her tonight.”

  Luke released a breath. Okay. He hadn’t been to that club before, but he’d heard of it. They were just going to see a band, and then apparently coming home to double penetrate Olivia. He wasn’t sure why she needed to bring lube with her, but he wasn’t going to ask any questions. Nathan was running the show, and when the man slipped a cuff connected to a small leash around Luke’s wrist, a part of him low down inside settled into calm. He could do this.

  •●•

  As they entered The Playground, Luke was assaulted by loud music and thick air that smelled of sweat and…sex. He’d never been to the club before, but of course he knew about it. Anyone in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area knew of it. It was legendary. But between a sick mom and being broke, he hadn’t gotten a chance to see a show there. Plus, you had to be at least eighteen to get in to see most of the bands, so it wasn’t like he’d had many opportunities. He liked the place immediately. A person could get lost in the crowd and be anyone they wanted to be.

  And it seemed there were dozens of people doing just that. Some people were making out on the dance floor, squished between so many bodies it could hardly be called a dance floor anymore.

  At the bar, the patrons shouted their orders at the two bartenders who moved around like robots, completely undaunted by the throng of screaming customers as though they did this every night of the week and there was nothing to be flustered over. Anyone who didn’t squeeze through to the counter or yell over the volume didn’t get served. It was that simple.

  There were both straight and gay couples pressed against each other everywhere. One man sat on a stool at the bar, his hands gripping the ass cheeks of the man between his legs, grinding into him, their mouths locked together, oblivious to anyone around them.

  All manner of dress was visible everywhere Luke glanced.

  “Come on,” Olivia shouted into his ear a moment before she tugged his hand and dragged him through the maze of people as if they would part like Moses and the Red Sea, which amazingly they did.

  Luke didn’t know how she managed to fill a room with her commanding presence so easily, as though she owned the place and everyone inside was at her whim. Even stranger was how she did all that while still assuming a certain level of submission to Nathan.

  Nathan stopped in front of Olivia and turned to wrap his arms around her. He set his lips on her ear so close to Luke they could both hear what he had to say. “Dance for us, baby. Shake it. Luke hasn’t seen what you can do with that fine ass yet.”

  Olivia lifted her gaze to Luke by tipping her head back and setting it against his chest. “You’d like that?”

  He nodded, raising his eyebrows. Who wouldn’t? The woman was gorgeous.

  She took two steps out from between the men and lifted her arms in the air above her head. When she swayed to the music, Luke’s cock immediately stiffened. Fuck me.

  The woman was spectacular. She could suck cock like a pro, had a pussy that gripped him in a way that made him never want to escape, and now she demonstrated dance moves he’d only seen from strippers in the movies.

  Except Olivia was clothed. She had that damn dress on. The red was perfect against her olive skin, and just knowing she wore no panties underneath made Luke’s fingers twitch at his sides.

  Nathan set a hand on Luke’s shoulder and leaned into him. “Told you.”

  “You did. She’s amazing.”

  “That she is.”

  The music got louder as the song reached a crescendo, and Olivia kept up the pace, altering her moves to match the beat.

  Suddenly, Nathan snaked out an arm and drew her back between himself and Luke.

  Luke reached forward and gripped her side with one hand, his fingers wrapping around her back, his thumb stroking across the edge of her breast. “That was so hot, Livi.”

  “Thank you.” She did a mock curtsy.

  Nathan grabbed the leash hanging from Olivia’s wrist with one hand and the one around Luke’s wrist with the other. He backed them up toward the far corner, close to the restrooms, not releasing them until he had his back to the wall. He dropped their wrist cuffs and leashes at his feet then pulled Olivia into his embrace, flattening her against him until he could grind his cock into her stomach.

  “Sandwich her, Luke, from behind.” Nathan positioned Luke so he was right behind her, pressing into her back with his front, his dick lodged against her ass.

  Nathan kissed Olivia roughly, his mouth slamming into hers on a moan. “I need you, baby. You’ve made me so fucking horny.”

  Olivia whimpered loud enough for Luke to hear her.

  Nathan broke the kiss. “See if she’s wet, Luke. Check her pussy for me.”

  Luke glanced around the crowded bar. So far no one was looking at the three of them, but he suspected if he lifted Olivia’s skirt and fondled her pussy, eyes would turn.

  Nathan set his chin on Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s what she wants, Luke. Don’t worry about anyone else but Olivia. She loves the attention.”

  Luke lifted one eyebrow, but let his hands roam down Olivia’s waist, flattening his palms against her skin as he reached beneath the front of her dress and inched the material up. His knuckles met with the outline of Nathan’s cock, drawing attention to his own hard-on that needed release as badly as Nathan’s appeared to.

  “Spread your legs, Livi. Let Luke in.”

  Olivia stepped out, her tall boots separating as she moved.

  Luke held the front of her dress up above her pussy with one hand and dipped the other between her legs. Luckily Nathan was prepared and caught her under the arms before she collapsed between them because the second Luke stroked a finger through her folds and then pressed it into her core, she buckled.

  “Oh, baby. That’s so fucking hot,” Nathan said. He didn’t whisper, but with the noise level in the club, anything spoke in a regular voice was hard to hear. “What do you need, Livi?”

  Olivia moaned and gripped Nathan’s biceps, her head lolling back against Luke’s chest. “I need you both to fuck me.”

  Luke froze, his finger lodged inside her. Here?

  “At the same time,” she continued. “Ahora. Ya.”

  “Now, huh?” Nathan rained a row of kissed down her exposed neck. “If my baby wants to be fucked against this wall, who am I to object?”

  Luke glanced around again. Are you for real? He thought about what his priest would say to this plan. What if there was someone in the club he knew?

  Nathan took command. His words always made Luke pay attention. He wasn’t a firm Dom like others Luke had witnessed so far, but he maintained a level of control all the same. “Open your jeans, Luke. Our woman needs us.” Nathan popped his own pants open as he spoke and released his cock to spring out against Olivia’s waist. He reached into his pocket and pul
led out two items which he lifted toward Luke. “You’re going to need these.”

  Luke flushed. He stared at Nathan’s hand for several seconds, completely unsure of himself. And then Olivia moaned, her eyes fluttering as her fingers climbed up her body and squeezed her own breasts. “Please, Luke. I’m so fucking hot. I need you.”

  Luke ran one hand through his hair and turned in a circle. Most of the patrons were watching the live band. Only a few people were looking his way, and they were probably just curious about the threesome.

  Still, no fucking way he could have sex against this wall. He felt the flush on his cheeks increase. Would Nathan be mad?

  “Luke?” Nathan’s gentle voice tugged him back around to face the Dom.

  He swallowed and ducked his head. “Red. I can’t pull my dick out right here, Sir.” A tremble made his hands shake. He could hardly breathe. Would Nathan and Olivia put an end to this relationship before it even began if Luke couldn’t perform this first task?

  Nathan reached around Olivia and grasped Luke’s chin, lifting his face until their eyes met. “Voyeurism isn’t your thing?” One side of his mouth lifted in a smile.

  Luke shook his head, as much as he could in Nathan’s grip.

  “Damn.” Olivia pouted. Her shoulders slumped. “I was looking forward to having you both.” She stuck her lower lip out. Her eyes still twinkled however.

  Luke returned his gaze to the man holding his chin. “I’m sorry, Sir. I just…can’t. I can get a taxi if you want me to go.”

  Nathan furrowed his brow. “Go? Go where? Hell, no. We don’t want you to go. And stop calling me Sir. Just Nathan. Sir makes me feel old.” He tipped his head to one side and looked around Luke. Then he released his chin and shrugged. “If public sex isn’t your thing, I get it. No biggy. Livi?”

  “Please, Nathan. Somebody fuck me already. If I can’t have both, at least give me yours, baby.” She ran her hands up and down Nathan’s pecs as she spoke.

  Nathan looked at Luke again. And Luke realized that instead of asking him to leave, or insinuating this was a big issue for them, Nathan was actually looking to him for permission to carry on. “Oh. Go ahead.” He lifted his hands, palms open. “I’ll just stand on lookout.” He turned around to face the crowd, noticing that again very few people looked his way.