Page 39 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Good, because I love the way you fuck me with your fancy peen," I replied and he barked a laugh, falling over beside me, bringing me down with him. The rain continued on for another half an hour while we just laid there, tangled up with each other, naked, and all the things we felt for each other were raw and out in the open. Nothing could touch us here, and I think we both needed the time to connect and solidify our relationship. I was falling hard for Cam and I just hoped that when he learned the truth about what had happened to me the night before with Bryce, that he'd understand I was only trying to keep him and the others safe. Because as much as he couldn't bear to lose me, I couldn't lose them either. Especially not to Bryce.
My muscles burned deliciously as I held my one handed tree pose, breathing deeply through my nose, focusing on the center of my body, feeling my strength, and letting the air in my lungs flood life into me. I loved yoga. I'd started doing it as a teen after my affinity manifested and it had helped me immensely with my angsty teen moods and anger issues that stemmed from the constant battle Bagheera and I had been locked in for dominance.
Lowering myself down to my mat, I switched hands and moved fluidly into the wounded peacock pose. Whenever I decided I was done with Radical life, I had dreams of teaching yoga, and maybe offering cooking classes. My two loves. And that thought had my mind turning to my beautiful mate and how I'd like to fold her up like a fucking pretzel. Smiling, I pushed into an upward dog, stretching my hamstrings and arms before sliding down into downward dog, the stretch in my spine and chest making me groan.
Cam hadn't returned last night, so I hoped that meant he and Saige had worked through whatever the fuck happened between them the other night. I didn't like when my girlfriend and... well shit, what exactly were the others now? My boyfriends? A laugh slipped from my mouth as I sprayed my mat down with disinfectant and wiped it down. Regardless, I didn't like them fighting, and I didn't like having to get in Cam's face, either. But, by the moon, the man was stubborn as a bullfrog on the best of days and I didn't need him standing in the way of his own happiness.
This worked. This thing we all had going on, it was everything I could have ever hoped for and if I needed to be the glue that held everything together when one of us wanted to try to self sabotage, then you might as well call me fucking Elmer. I was going to make sure we were all stuck together forever. There was no other option for me, not after the mate bond snapped into place and Bagheera and I still loved the fact that the others were loving on our girl.
As I stood, Johnny cleared his throat and I glanced over to where he was sitting on a stool in the kitchen.
"Hey man, sorry, didn't even realize you were there. I zoned out," I explained, rolling my mat up and walking over to where he was.
"You're pretty flexible for a guy," he commented, swirling his coffee in a mug that said ‘Good chives only!’
"See something you liked, Johnny boy?" I winked and his eyes snapped up to mine narrowing slightly.
"I'll let you know when I do," he grumbled.
He'd been a moody fuck since he got here and I wasn't sure why, but now was as good a time as any to ask him some questions.
"What's up with you? You seem off. Are you not sleeping? I know the couch bed isn't exactly the greatest..." I grabbed a cup of coffee for myself and slid beside him at the island.
"No, I haven't been sleeping that great, but I don't think it's because of the bed. I'm just trying to work out this puzzle so that I can get the fuck out of here."
"Hmm, well, so far nobody has any information on a Laura Walker, but we have to be discreet about who we ask because the last thing we need is for word to spread that we're here looking for someone. That would blow our whole fucking cover."
"True, but couldn't Fischer just erase the memory of the conversation afterward?" He wondered and I paused for a minute to think about that, but then the door downstairs opened and closed, and the stairs creaked and groaned with the weight that could only be from one of us.
"Daddy's home!" I shrieked, and Johnny spit his coffee out over the counter, choking and coughing.
"Gods dammit, Kaito," Cam chastised me, but a grin was on his face and he looked good. Happy. Really fucking happy.
"'Daddy'? Did you just call him 'daddy'? I knew you guys were into some freaky shit, but this takes the cake," Johnny sputtered as he snagged a paper towel and began mopping up his coffee mess.
We both busted up laughing, Cam looked to Johnny and just said, "Long story," then went straight to the coffee machine to get himself all fixed up.
"So many questions..." Johnny trailed off, shaking his head at our antics.
"So tell me, boss, how did it go last night with our girl?" I was practically bouncing up and down on my seat, unable to keep hold of the pure happiness that was bursting out of me knowing that my... fuck, what am I going to call them? My lovers? Yeah, let's go with that. Knowing that my lovers had sorted everything out and everyone was safe and content.
"It went great. We went to Come and Spaghet It for dinner, then walked to the park. I told her everything."
I raised my eyebrows at that and he quickly added, "Not about the assignment, I mean everything about my past."
I nodded and Johnny looked between the two of us.
"So I take it she was understanding and you spent the night? You have this... freshly fucked aura about you right now, but it might just be the sex hair you're rocking." I laughed and Cam punched me teasingly in the arm.
"She's an amazing woman, she was more than understanding. Gods, I could live inside her," Cam groaned, running his hands through his wild hair.
A shatter had both of our heads whipping to Johnny where he'd abruptly stood, holding his destroyed coffee mug in his hands, blood mixing with the coffee and pooling on the floor.
"Holy shit, dude! Are you alright? Here, let me help," I offered, reaching for his hands to pull him to the sink, but he moved suddenly and stepped out of my reach, dropping the mug into the trash.
"It's alright, I'm going to take a shower." He spun on his heel and quickly made his way to the bathroom, likely trying to avoid dripping more blood all over the damn floor.
"What's up with him? He's been acting weird," Cam commented, tossing me a roll of paper towels as he wiped the counter and I cleaned up the floor.
