Chapter 8 #2
She was quiet for a moment, absorbing all of this. Then, with a hint of that boldness returning, “What if I want to kiss you?”
The question hung in the air between us.
“Do you?” I asked, keeping my voice level despite the want coursing through me.
“Yes.” She turned to face me more fully. “I’ve been thinking about it since you walked downstairs in those sweatpants.”
Majesty laughed softly. “I told you that look worked for you.”
“Then kiss me,” I said to Cami, not breaking eye contact. “If that’s what you want.”
She leaned in slowly, giving me time to stop her, time to think better of it. But I didn’t want to stop her. When her lips met mine, it was tentative at first—testing, exploring. I let her set the pace, responding but not taking control.
Then Majesty’s hand came up to brush her hair aside, exposing her neck, and his lips found the sensitive skin there.
She gasped against my mouth, and I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my hand coming up to cradle her jaw. She tasted like wine and sin, and the small sound she made when Majesty sucked gently at her pulse point went straight through me.
“Is this okay?” Majesty murmured against her skin, his hand resting on her hip.
“Yes,” she breathed, pulling back from my lips just enough to speak. “God, yes.”
I traced my thumb along her jaw while Majesty worked his way across her shoulder, each touch deliberate and unhurried. She was caught between us, her breathing shallow, her pupils dilated.
“You’re so responsive,” I said quietly, watching the way she shivered when Majesty found a particularly sensitive spot. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?”
“Lex...” My name was half plea, half prayer.
I kissed her again, slower this time, tasting and learning. Her hand came up to tangle in my still-damp hair, and I felt Majesty’s hand slide around her waist, steadying her as she arched into both of us.
We took our time, trading kisses and touches, learning what made her gasp and what made her melt.
Majesty traced patterns on her skin while I explored the taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips.
She was pliant between us, trusting us to support her, to guide her through sensations that were clearly overwhelming.
“Touch me,” she whispered, though we already were.
“Where?” Majesty asked, his voice low and rough.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care,” She broke off when I nipped at her lower lip, a small punishment for not being specific.
“Use your words,” I instructed gently. “Tell us what you need.”
“I need...” She struggled to think, clearly lost in sensation. “I need to feel you both. I need to know this is real.”
“We’re real,” Majesty assured her, his hand splaying across her stomach. “This is real.”
I kissed her jaw, her temple, letting her catch her breath. “We’re not going anywhere, Cami. We’re right here.”
She turned her head to capture Majesty’s lips, and I took the opportunity to explore the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth. The sounds she made were intoxicating, each small gasp and moan evidence of how affected she was.
When she finally pulled back, she was flushed and breathless, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looked between us with something like wonder.
“That was...” She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.
“Intense?” Majesty supplied with a gentle smile.
“Perfect,” she corrected. “That was perfect.”
“It’s just the beginning,” I said. “If you want it to be.”
“I do.” There was no hesitation in her voice. “I want this. Both of you. Whatever this becomes.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together,” Majesty said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “One day at a time.”
She relaxed back against the couch, still nestled between us, and I could feel the rightness of it. The three of us in this space, testing these new boundaries, exploring what could be.
“I should probably go to bed,” she said after a moment, though she made no move to leave. “It’s late and I’ve had a lot of wine.”
“You should,” I agreed. “But we’re in no rush.”
“Can I ask one more question, Sir?”
“Always.”
“When you said you’ve shared partners before, was it like this?” She gestured between us, at the tangle of bodies and warmth. “Did it feel like this?”
I exchanged a look with Majesty, and I could see the same realization in his eyes.
“No,” I said honestly. “It never felt like this.”
“What’s different?”
“You,” Majesty said simply. “You’re what’s different.”
She smiled, soft and vulnerable. “Good. I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling like this is significant.”
“Very significant,” I confirmed. “Which is why we’re going to take our time. Make sure we do this right.”
“Even though waiting might kill us,” Majesty added with a wry grin.
She laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Fair enough.”
She stood finally, and we both rose with her. At the base of the stairs, she turned back to look at us.
“Thank you,” she said. “For being patient with me. For explaining things.” She gestured vaguely at the couch. “For that.”
“Our pleasure,” I said, and meant it in every sense.
“Literally,” Majesty added, making her laugh again.
Cami kissed each of us good night, and she lingered a bit before going upstairs. We watched her climb the stairs, and once we heard her door close, Majesty turned to me.
“Well,” he said. “That escalated.”
“It did.” I ran a hand through my hair, still feeling the ghost of her fingers there.
“Are we really doing this?”
I looked at the person I trusted most in the world. “I think we already are.”
“Good.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m already halfway in love with her.”
“Only halfway?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re showing such restraint.”
He laughed. “Give me another week. I’ll be completely gone.”
“I’ll be right there with you,” I admitted quietly.
We stood there in the firelight, both processing what had just happened and what it meant for all three of us.
“The students arrive in a couple days,” Majesty said after a moment.
“I know.”
“Things are going to get complicated.”
“They already are.” I met his eyes. “But I think complicated might be exactly what all three of us need.”
He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Then let’s see where this takes us.”
“Together,” I confirmed.
“Together.”
We headed to our respective rooms, but I knew neither of us would sleep much tonight. Not with Cami just down the hall, not with the memory of her taste on my lips, not with the knowledge that something profound had just shifted between the three of us.
Tonight, I let myself feel the hope, the anticipation, the terrifying and exhilarating possibility that we might have found something rare and worth fighting for and building together. I would save figuring out the logistics and factor in our realities for tomorrow. For now, I’d dream.