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Luke released his cheeks. Nathan could hear Luke’s panting and continued to press gently on Luke’s tight hole while Luke lowered his forehead to Olivia’s shoulder. “I don’t know, Nathan. It’s…so…wrong.”

Nathan paused. “Wrong? I don’t think so. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, but…”

“I think guilt is clouding your brain. You’re so new to this. Go with what feels good. We aren’t hurting anyone. We’re all consenting adults enjoying sex.” He twisted the plug around again. “Relax your ass, Luke. Give this a try. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Luke took a few deep breaths and released the grip of his cheeks.

Nathan took the opportunity to slip the plug home. He turned it in a circle after he’d inserted it. “See. Not so bad. Now thrust into our girl. You’ll see the difference.”

Luke lifted his head and began to fuck Olivia again in earnest. The combination of their deep breaths and the sweet noises Olivia uttered simultaneous with Luke’s low moans was more than Nathan could tolerate.

He stayed where he was between Luke’s knees, grabbed Luke’s hips, directed Luke’s thighs slightly closer together, and slipped his cock in between them. Every thrust Luke made inside Olivia rubbed against Nathan’s dick. It wasn’t a lot of pressure, but it was more than enough under the circumstances.

Luke came first, grunting his release as he plunged one last time into Olivia and held steady. Nathan reached one hand around Luke’s waist and set his thumb on Olivia’s clit. “Come, baby.”

Olivia obeyed, leaving Nathan humping himself between both sets of legs for a few more seconds until he too came, his orgasm squirting against both of his lovers, the most satisfying experience he’d had in a long time, considering he’d not been inside anyone’s mouth, ass, or pussy.

He didn’t care. He flopped onto Olivia’s side when he was finished and set his hand on Luke’s ass. “I have to agree with Olivia. You’re a keeper, Luke. Stick with us, kid. You won’t be lonely anymore.” He closed his eyes, knowing he wanted this man to join them and feeling his heart swell with the thought of making Luke’s life a little better.

Luke was dead on his feet by the time he got home. Achy and sore in places he’d never been before. He fell in a heap on his tiny bed and didn’t bother shucking off his clothes before dropping into a deep sleep.

He woke late Saturday afternoon, with barely enough time to shower before he had to get to the Loft to teach. He sped his bike along Grand Ave, dodging puddles and pretending his ass didn’t hurt every time he went over a bump.

“Wow,” Kathryn said when he walked in. She’d been standing at the front, talking to one of the instructors, her short purplish hair tucked behind her ear. She waved goodbye to the instructor and approached Luke. “You look…happy?”

Luke laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Kathryn grinned. “It is one. I was wondering how long it would take you to shake out of it. I know you miss your mom, but I was starting to worry all hope had been completely leeched out of you. Did you start taking happy pills?”

Luke shook his head. Kathryn’s directness was part of what made her a good executive director at the Loft. She worked hard but was completely transparent. “No. Nothing like that. I just had a good night.”

Kathryn wiggled her eyebrows. “Well. I hope that means what I think it means.”

Luke flushed and looked down. “Maybe.”

“Anyone I know?”

Luke pulled off his coat and tucked it under his arm with his bike helmet. “Not anyone I’d discuss with my boss.”

Kathryn grinned. “Well. Then. You’re fired. Now, spill.”

Luke shook his head. “I’m not telling, and you can’t fire me in the middle of a session.” Jesus, he hoped not.

Kathryn must have seen the flash of worry because she put a gentle hand on his arm. “I was messing with you. You’re doing great, Luke. We wouldn’t fire you. If anything, I was going to ask if you could take on a few more classes next session. Our waiting list is really long and we’ve received a grant from a family foundation that will allow us to add five classes to the schedule. Interested?”

A tight valve released in Luke’s chest. “Really?”

Kathryn nodded. “Yeah. It’ll start in the fall session, but if you need the work, we can make you one of our art camp counselors this summer. And I could add maybe four more admin hours on each week.”

Luke wanted to hug her. Kathryn must have known he was broke. She probably figured it out by the fact that he biked to the Loft every time he had class, even in the dead of winter. No car, brown bag lunches, no real social life to speak of. “Thanks, Kathryn. It means a lot that you trust me that much.”

She grinned. “Yeah. Plus, I’d like to see you in different pants than just brown cords. I assume you own a pair of shorts?”

He chuckled and pointed to his pants. “My brown cords are a painting staple. I don’t care what spills on them, they’re comfortable.”

“Still. It’ll be nice to see your legs in the summer. I bet you have really nice calves from all that biking.” She sighed. “I miss calves.”

Luke snorted. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Hardly. You’re an infant. But I can still appreciate infant calves. Now get to class before your kids start climbing the walls.”

Luke’s class went by quickly. It always did. The kids asked interesting questions and were so engaged in what they were learning. He didn’t think he did anything special as an instructor, but Kathryn told him he had some of the highest mid-semester evaluations she’d ever seen. Maybe it was because he treated them like people, not kids.

When he went to retrieve his bike, he pulled his phone out of his pocket just to check. His heart hammered at the indication of two texts.

Olivia: Luke, come over and work some more magic with that wicked tongue. We miss you already.

Nathan: What she means to say is—Luke, are you busy this evening? We would love to eat you for dinner.

Luke laughed out loud at Nathan’s text. His cheeks almost hurt at the wideness of his grin. They wanted him to come back. They wanted him again. It was more than he could hope for. More than he’d ever thought he’d get from them. But the tiny voice in the back of his head niggled at him. Tomorrow was Sunday. Years of taking communion and making confession swamped him and he stood at his bike, paralyzed. He couldn’t do this. It wasn’t right. He typed in an apology, but before he could hit Send, he heard a voice behind him.

“Luke.”

He turned. Julian stood before him, his presence swallowing up all the space around him. Black skin, bald, eyes that pierced Luke and seemed to see everything in just a glance.

“Sir,” he squeaked.

Julian shook his head. “Not your Sir. Just Julian is fine. Kathryn told me she’d hired you.”

Luke flinched, waited for the blow that would be his dismissal. Julian had told him the night he’d fucked Morgan that he needed to make himself scarce. That he wasn’t to see either of them again.

“I’m glad,” Julian said now. Luke blinked in shock. “I’ve seen your work. Your paintings are beautiful. You should pass your skill along to those kids.”

Luke nodded. “Thanks.”

Julian stepped forward, and Luke backed up against his bike. Julian grinned and winged an eyebrow up. “Are you afraid of me?”

Luke shook his head. “Not exactly.”

“I assume you’ve heard that Morgan and I are exclusive now, yes?”

Luke licked dry lips. “Yeah. I know. I’m happy for you.”

Julian studied him for a long moment. Luke tried to stay calm, to breathe through his nose and keep his chin up, but it was too much with the Dom in front of him. He couldn’t imagine anyone being able to hold Julian’s gaze for long. “Ah. You’ve been claimed?”

Luke swallowed past the lump in his throat. “No. Um, not exactly.”

Julian let out a dark chuckle. “You want to be, though… You don’t have to answer. I can see it in the way you hold your body. Someone has intrigued you. Two people, yes?”

Luke couldn’t do anything but nod.

“Excellent. That will make my little girl very happy. She worries about you too much. I’ll be happy to take that worry from her now. Anyone I know?”

“I don’t know, Sir. I haven’t… I mean, I’m not…”

Julian held up a hand, and Luke snapped his mouth closed. “Do they want you?”

Luke nodded.

“And do you want them?”

Luke ventured to peek up, and Julian’s gaze bore into him like a fiery poker. “Yes. But…”

“But nothing. You’re making it too complicated. Let everything else go. You’re young, let your instinct drive you. Don’t worry about anything else. Your instinct will take you further than you can ever imagine. If you want to be in this lifestyle, you’re going to need to get really good at ignoring a lot of things and trusting your instinct. Can you do that?”

Luke swallowed again. “Yes, Sir.”

“Julian, Luke. Just Julian. You’re not mine, and I’m not yours. Now stop standing here fretting, and go find who you belong to.”

Then Julian swooped into the front entrance of the Loft, leaving Luke staring at his phone which had pinged with two more texts while he’d been talking to Julian.

Olivia: No. What I actually meant to say was—come over here immediately and fuck me until I scream.

Nathan: Please.

Luke laughed again. Olivia was sort of spectacular. Like no woman he’d ever met. She clearly didn’t know the meaning of guile, and as for being a submissive…well, she was nothing like Morgan. Or any of the subs he’d seen online. She was the least docile woman he’d ever met. Before the guilty voice in the back of Luke’s head could announce its presence again, he quickly fired back a text.

Luke: Need to change from class. I’ll be over around seven.

Olivia: Yay! Bring overnight clothes.

Nathan: FYI, clothing is optional.

Luke shut his eyes and imagined falling asleep naked between the two of them. Their gorgeous bodies sandwiching him on their oversized king. Blood rushed to his cock. But the voice was back again, reminding him about sin and coveting and too much he should feel bad about.

Luke: Okay. But I have to leave early for church tomorrow. Service is at 9 a.m.

There. He felt better. He’d go to confession, lay out everything before God, and deal with it then. For now, he’d trust his instinct. The instinct that was screaming for Nathan and Olivia and all they could give him.

Nathan: Of course you do. We’ll make sure you get enough rest.

•●•

Nathan ushered Luke into their apartment and tamped down the urge to pull out his cock and make Luke worship it for a few minutes. Luke’s face was fresh and eager. He held a bike helmet in his hand, and again Nathan was reminded how young he was. Younger than Olivia when Nathan found her.

“You rode your bike?”

Luke blushed. “I don’t have a car, and cabs get expensive.”

Nathan nodded. “I’ll pay for your cabs when you come here and return home. I’ll start an Uber account for you that will be only for us.”

Luke shook his head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Luke…” Nathan said, and Luke quieted, his eyes going dark like he’d been waiting for Nathan to insert some command in his voice. “We’ll start an Uber account. This isn’t up for discussion. You’re here at our request, and we’d both be quite put out if you were struck by a car on your way to fuck us.”

Luke inhaled sharply, and Nathan smiled. Jesus. This kid. Everything about him sang to be taken, mastered. It was a fucking gift, and Nathan would not screw it up. They’d had too many experiences with thirds who didn’t understand them, who thought Olivia was too brash, that Nathan wasn’t enough of a Dom. But Luke fit. At least Nathan hoped he fit.

Nathan took the helmet from Luke and pushed him toward the sofa, not offering to take his coat. Olivia was perched on her knees on the floor, shifting up and down on a dildo Nathan had situated to the ground.

“Is she being punished?” Luke asked, eyes wide and curious.

Olivia laughed. “Well, sort of. I was getting impatient and Nathan wanted to wait, so we compromised. I’ve come twice already.”

Luke snorted. “I’m no expert, but I think you might be a terrible submissive.”