Theirs (Possession #2)

14. Genevieve

14

Genevieve

L uke and Camila fell asleep while I watched them, going through my feelings. It wasn’t often I was caught off-guard, but it seemed every time I was with them, they did something unexpected or I did something out of the norm.

I took a deep breath, looking at the clock above the door. The club would close in about an hour and we needed to leave, even though I wanted to stay right where I was. My heart twinged from an unfamiliar feeling that I definitely didn’t want to dissect right now.

“Luke, Camila,” I said softly, sitting up. “I hate to wake you, but the club is going to close soon.”

I shook Luke and ran a hand down Camila’s amazing body. Fuck, they looked so good together, enticing me to strip myself and find my release with both of them. The kiss with Camila replayed in my head vividly. I wanted nothing more than to do it again, again and again.

She teased me with her sensual removal of her panties, enticing me with her luscious ass. When she finally slid down on Luke, my need took over and as I helped her fuck Luke, I was so close to fucking them. When she offered to please me, I was on board for two seconds, but I declined. Why had I done that? I never had this need before and I had never denied myself of what I wanted. Why now? I think I needed a CAT scan because I had never said no to sex, especially with a gorgeous couple.

They were slow to wake. The scene had taken it out of them, mostly Luke, who had done a fantastic job. He was made to be a submissive and Camila did a great job dominating him. She was still timid, but I saw the fire in her when she teased him over and over again.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Camila said, sitting up blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

“It was a good night, you needed to rest,” I said, still not looking Camila in the eye.

Luke grumbled something, turning his head into the pillow, making me smile.

“Come on, amor, we gotta go,” she said, patting his arm.

“Not yet,” he said, sitting up and pulling Camila and me down.

He maneuvered us, so that I was spooned by him, while Camila and I were face to face. My heart stuttered when I saw her guarded expression. She couldn’t hold my gaze either and I hated it, even though I had been the one who had put that guarded expression on her face. She was perceptive and I wouldn’t be surprised if she caught onto my mood.

I tilted her face up to look at me as she took her bottom lip in her mouth. She sucked on it while I leaned forward softly kissing her lip. She released it and I sucked on her bottom lip hard enough to reward me with a gasp. Her noises were intoxicating.

She pulled away, studying me before leaning in and kissing me. It wasn’t rough or demanding, it was slow and sensual, as it made my hips jerk forward. Kissing Camila felt like I had jumped out of a plane, the freefall sent adrenaline into my system, wind hugged my body and my heart raced so much that I thought it was going to explode out of my chest.

Before she deepened it, she sucked on my top lip, kissing me softly and laying back down a little closer to me. I knew we needed to leave, but I let myself enjoy them moment a little longer.

It wasn’t a little longer, we all fell asleep again and woke up to a knock on the door giving us the fifteen minute warning. We rushed out of there quickly and I said I would be in touch.

I had planned to stay away for a few days to get my mind in order, but when the club called me to tell me my guest had left her wallet, it seemed fate had other plans for me. The sneaky little bitch knew I shouldn’t see them again and here I was walking onto a football field in a dress, knee-high boots and a long jacket. The October air was chilly, and I wondered if I should have just worn leggings and a jacket

When I spoke to Camila, she suggested leaving it at their building at the front desk. It was the easy option not to see her, but then I said yes to her suggestion to meet her at the football stadium where Luke was doing a weekend football camp with kids.

I made my way to the small group of people in the stands, seeing Camila off to the side immediately. How could anyone not see her, she was gorgeous with a big smile on her face as she watched her husband. A part of me wondered how they were doing at home and if they were ok with what was happening. We had not discussed Camila and I getting intimate. Since we all left so quickly, I hadn’t thought about it till now.

A little bit of guilt sat in my chest when we locked eyes. Her smile grew bigger, waving me down, easing a little bit of the tension that had built up in me. I waved back as I walked up the stairs to her.

“Hi!” She grinned as she looked me up and down appreciatively.

I had not dressed up for them, or gotten waxed, or booked a facial or had my hair blown out. It was not for them, just for me. Maybe if I told myself this enough times, I would actually start to believe it.

“You look gorgeous, Genevieve,” she beamed, standing up, and gave me a hug.

Our breasts squished together, and it should not be sexy, but her softness made me want to purr and rub myself against her. What was wrong with me? It felt like my first crush on a woman, and I needed to get a grip.

“You look stunning,” I said, finally taking in what she was wearing. It was a simple outfit of leggings and a sweatshirt with tennis shoes.

She had very minimal make-up on, the cold giving her naturally rosy cheeks and she was just as sexy like this as she was with that leather contraption she had worn the other night. I almost had an aneurysm when she took off her skirt, showing me her beautiful work. Camila was extremely talented, and I wanted one just like it.

“Thanks, I almost forgot he had this camp. I was at the studio working on that wedding dress Luke mentioned.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“How is that going?” I sat down next to her looking out at the field spotting Luke immediately.

His bright smile and hair caught my attention. He was sunshine in human form which made me smile instantly, and when one of the younger kids tried to tackle him, he laughed. My chest tightened at the unfamiliar emotion.

“It’s going. We had issues with dye lots and the bride was very particular,” Camila said, pulling me away from my internal freak out.

“Sounds awful,” I said, looking back at her.

“It was, but now I get to make the dress, and that is the best part.” She beamed at me. “Oh!”

She leaned down to grab a thermos, handing it to me.

“Luke made this special for you,” she said, watching me as I opened it. “You know… to keep you warm.”

I opened the tab and was hit with spices and wine that made my mouth water. Taking a sip, it was the perfect temperature and the flavor was amazing.

“That’s delicious,” I said, before taking another sip.

“It’s his specialty.” Camila winked. “I also think he wanted to tempt you to stay and watch.”

I blushed while taking a sip, trying to hide it.

“Is this like the quarterback asking for the girl he likes to stay so he can show off?” I laughed.

“I’m assuming so, but he’s probably hoping you’ll teach him some manners after it,” Camila chuckled, looking back at Luke.

My cheeks grew hotter; it had been years since I had felt like this. My mind wanted to shut down to protect us, to make me leave before he saw me, but that didn’t happen. My ass was glued to the cold bench.

I caught Luke’s gaze and, damn, that man gave me a dazzling smile I couldn’t help but return. He was like a cute golden retriever you couldn’t walk away from. He had ensnared me as I watched him give directions to the kids.

“So, I take it you are the cheerleader he tried to impress and still asks you to sit in the stands for him?”

Camila’s expression faltered for a second and if I hadn’t already been looking at her, I would have missed it.

“I used to be in the stands all the time, but today I’m here because my nephew is down there,” she said, pointing out the smallest boy.

He was running to catch the ball and surprisingly he caught it. Luke cheered and high-fived the boy before kneeling down to talk to him. Another big guy passed Luke, and I realized there were other football players on the field. God, was I the woman who only had eyes for Luke? I was starting to get annoyed with myself.

“He’s good with kids,” I said, seeing him laugh with another boy and a girl.

“Luke is amazing with kids,” she said with a hint of melancholy. “He would have been an amazing father.”

She tensed next to me, with her lips pursed together and I knew she had said something she hadn’t meant to. I debated on asking, but I decided on offering comfort. I leaned against her, resting my hand on her thigh. She took a deep breath, leaning into me and sighed.

“You know we are in marriage counseling, but the reason we are in counseling is because we had a hard time conceiving and when we did, I miscarried,” she said softly. “It was an awful time for us.”

“I’m sure it was awful for you, and you don’t have to elaborate,” I said, grabbing her hand.

My heart ached for them and the hard time they had endured.

“I know, but I wanted to offer some insight,” she said. “I know if someone said what I just said, I would be dying to hear more cause I’m nosy like that.”

She smiled and I chuckled.

“Are you guys ok with what's happening now?” I asked, deciding it was best to know. “This isn’t setting you back?”

“Oh, god no,” she said, immediately squeezing my hand. “Luke and I are in a way better place than I think we have ever been. We’ve put too much pressure on ourselves. We have been enjoying what's been happening and we've talked about the other night extensively.”

The tension in my chest released.

“Good, I don’t want to come between you two,” I said, grabbing my thermos and taking a sip.

“I can think of plenty of ways you can come between us,” she said suggestively, which made me almost spit out my drink.

“Camila,” I scolded her.

She shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Any doubts I had about coming between them disappeared instantaneously. She gave me a glimpse into their marriage and even though they had suffered, I definitely saw how it had made them stronger. Jealousy hit me at how good they were for each other and how they had each other to navigate through life.

I had gone through life running away from any type of commitment only to find a couple I would commit to in a heartbeat, but I really wasn’t relationship material. I was the woman you called when you needed to spice things up in the bedroom and I was proud of that, except this time, it just didn’t feel the same.

I didn’t want to be Madame or Mistress, I wanted to be someone who mattered all the time. I wanted someone to look at me how Luke and Camila looked at each other. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be looked at like I was their whole world, not just someone for the night.