7. Session Zero, Again
Chapter seven
Session Zero, Again
Cameron
I’m absorbing Griffin’s words.
Assault.
I look to Ronan. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s up to you.”
“But he’s your brother. Wouldn’t having him arrested be too much for you? For your family?”
Ronan leans forward, letting out a long breath as he looks at Griffin, then he looks at me. “It would not be too much for me. I can’t speak for my family. But if it’s what you want to do, that’s all that matters. You were the victim of this, not me.”
That answer actually frustrates me.
“But it would impact you.”
Ronan shrugs. “It might,” he admits. “But not as much as walking into that garage did.”
I look to Micah and Dex—both serious as hell.
Fuck.
“I… I don’t know,” I finally say. “I’ll think about it.”
Dex is the next to speak. “Part of you just wants it to go away, and it won’t go away if you have to deal with law enforcement and courts. I get it.”
“And thus is the way of so many sexual assaults in the U.S.,” Micah adds gently.
I swallow past the thickness in my throat.
He’s right. This is one of many reasons why victims of things far worse than what happened to me don’t come forward.
“You want me to report it?” I ask, looking right at him.
He shakes his head and meets my eyes. “No, well, yes, but only if that’s what you want, Cami. I agree with Ronan—it’s completely up to you. I will stand by you and support you either way.”
As I nod, the focus drifts away from me and back to Ronan.
“When do you think you’ll talk to your family again?” Griffin asks.
“I’m not sure, but I’ll give it a couple of days. I won’t ignore them if they reach out, though.”
Above the table where everything is in full view, I reach over and rest my hand on his arm. He covers my hand with his other one and squeezes it gently.
Griffin’s thumb grazes my shoulder, where his hand is resting.
I realize this feels very different from when it’s Micah and Dex both with hands on me, but not in a bad way. It’s comfortable and natural, and I have no clue how it’s different from Micah and Dex, but it is.
Somehow, more masculine?
More protector and less straight physical touch?
I don’t fucking know, but I like both.
“Okay,” Dex starts, full sass in his voice, and we all brace for impact. “Can we talk about that?”
Then he looks very pointedly at my hand on Ronan’s arm and his hand on top of mine.
I know Ronan needs to control this conversation.
And as if we are completely in sync, he squeezes my hand and then pulls his arm away from my hand, while I pull back from him as well.
Griffin’s thumb grazes against my shoulder again.
“We can,” Ronan answers Dex. “It’s a conversation I need to have with you both anyway. Maybe it will… explain some things.”
Ronan’s eyes find mine, then drift to Griffin before landing back on Micah and Dex.
Then he tells them pretty much the same thing he told me, at least the first part.
“Oh, so you really do need me restrained, because I have no chill… got it,” Dex says.
We all laugh, at least momentarily.
“Mostly it just needs to be predictable,” Ronan corrects. “If it’s not predictable, then it will just pull me completely out of a moment or scene.”
“Dungeon Daddy just dropped the word scene in this conversation,” Dex teases. “I might need a cold shower.”
“Dex.” Micah nudges him.
Then Micah turns to Ronan. “Thank you for telling us. It makes sense, and I’m sure we,” he nudges Dex again, “can work with that. We’ll make it work.”
“But when are we going to talk about expanding the playroom?” Dex asks.
The mood does lighten at the question.
But this was an opening I was waiting for. “Actually, that might lead me to something else.”
They look at me expectantly.
“Cami has ideas for the playroom?” Dex asks salaciously.
“No, well, yes.” I’m flustered, so I take a deep breath. “Maybe.”
I look around at all of them.
“So, you know Alexis? The one I’ve been talking with, the one I went and met last night?”
Nods—that’s all I get—nods.
“So, they have a playroom, and they’ve been doing this for longer than us. I’d like to you all to meet her anyway, so I thought maybe we could go see what her playroom is like.”
Micah and Ronan both raise their eyebrows.
“Maybe get some ideas,” I add. “Plus you all could meet them, and at least we’d have someone else living in this crazy world, with a dynamic even remotely like ours to talk to.”
Ronan looks at Griffin and then back to me before replying. “I think meeting them all first would be good before a playroom tour, but I like what you’re thinking.”
I smile at him.
We talk for a little while longer, and then Micah and Dex head off to run some errands. Ronan goes to stand, but Griffin stops him.
“Hey, can the three of us talk for a minute?”
Ronan looks down at me and then sits again. “Sure.”
“Look,” Griffin starts, but then rakes his fingers through his hair and seems to gather his thoughts.
“I know I’ve talked to you each individually, but the three of us haven’t really talked about this.
But I do think that whenever you two are ready, I’d be ready to try something… intimate with the two of you.”
The smile I give him, he reads immediately.
I know he has wanted this for a while, but Ronan always said Griffin would need to wait until Ronan and I had time together.
So I’m both surprised and not surprised that he is approaching this subject so quickly.
“Let’s give it a few days,” Ronan says with a kind of gentle authority. “Then we can talk about all of it.”
Griffin nods.
Eventually, I let them know I’m going to shower and leave them to talk to each other.
When I get out of the shower, there are texts waiting for me.
Ronan
I can still smell you in my room
and I like it
Then it was a few minutes later, but still while I was in the shower, that the group chat lit up.
Griffin
Cami - you’re going to get some texts from Ronan, and I want you to know he and I are on the same page
Not that you need permission or even assurance, but we thought you should know
Ronan
Yes, we talked
I’m anxiously anticipating whatever comes next. Still just wrapped in a towel, leaning against the bathroom counter, I wait.
Finally, the notification comes.
Ronan
No response to that last text?
You’re just going to leave me on read?
I laugh to myself.
Cami
I’m glad your room still smells like me, it’s as if I’ve claimed some territory
Ronan
I never want it to fade.
Cami
That can be arranged
Are you going to tell me what Griffin’s message is about?
Ronan
Absolutely
I think it’s good for you to spend his two nights off with him. Truly, I’m not just saying that.
But I do still have plans for you. Friday night, everyone else will be working, and I’d like to take you to the basement to execute said plans.
The most sensitive parts of my body feel like they’re vibrating at the words.
Cami
Do I get to know any more than that?
Ronan
I’d like it to be a surprise, but if you need details, I will give them to you.
Cami
How long have you been making these plans?
Ronan
Months…
Cami
It can be a surprise - I think I will find I like your surprises
Ronan
I think you will too
Cami
I thought you were going to talk about the three of us when I read Griffin’s text
Ronan
We’ll get there soon. I wanted this step to happen first.
Cami
Ronan?
Ronan
Yes, Cameron?
Cami
I’m turned on just from talking about this
Ronan
Me too, sweetheart, me too.
It’ll be worth the wait though.
Cami
I completely believe you
Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Griffin waiting for me.
He’s leaning against the edge of my bed, not quite sitting on it, like he is too anxious to actually let himself relax.
“Hi,” I offer with a bright and natural smile.
His response is not verbal. He pulls up to his full height and steps toward me, and that’s when I see the pure hunger in his eyes.
“Griff,” his name comes off my tongue in a rasp.
When he reaches me, one of his hands finds my nape, while the other pulls at the towel, leaving me bare.
“I think I need to reclaim my wife,” he almost growls against the skin on my neck before he starts kissing me in that sensitive spot.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I melt into him.
Strong hands grip my thighs as he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel how turned on he is, rubbing against my pussy as he walks and moves us to the bed.
I laugh as he drops me, but it takes him only seconds before he is naked and on top of me.
There is no foreplay, no fingers, nothing slow.
He settles between my thighs and takes me. Fucks me. Claims me.
It’s hard and fast and exactly what he needs, but perfect for me in this moment, too.
He knows my body, the angles, the pressure, and I fall over the edge seconds before he lets himself go.
Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply, hungrily.
“Again, you are absolutely encouraging this situation,” I tease—echoing my words after his first reclaiming—as I settle onto his chest.
“Good,” he says. “I think I want to encourage this situation.”