When Storm finished, he pulled her into a tight embrace and held her while his lips planted soft kisses on her neck. Cameron left the room for a moment. After Storm released the embrace, he held her still against him as Cameron had done, and then Cameron struck her ass with one of the floggers. She yelped at first because it was one with thin strips and it really stung, but soon the pain and pleasure were all mixed up again and Olivia began to moan.

  She was so close to coming, but she knew her Doms would let her only when they were good and ready to. She lost count of the number of strikes Cameron gave her, and now her ass cheeks were seriously on fire. When he finally finished, she was panting and moaning continuously.

  Cameron hugged her tightly, and then he told her to plant her hands on the built-in seat in the corner. She did, and both men were behind her, caressing her ass crack, her pussy, and her breasts with more shower gel. A warm, wet finger was inserted into her asshole, and another one into her pussy. Olivia cried out loudly as one of them rubbed her clit as well. She was right there, poised on the edge. Would they let her come?

  “How close are you, Olivia?” asked Storm, his voice rough and commanding.

  “Right there, Sir.”

  “Do you want to come now? Should we let you?”

  “Please…please, Sir.”

  He stopped rubbing her clit for a second. “What will you do for us?”

  “Oh God…anything…I’ll do anything.”

  The pressure resumed on her clit, and she cried out again as the contractions started.

  “I hope you mean that, Olivia.”

  “I do mean it…oh…oh God…” The climax went on for long luscious moments. They kept up the pressure just long enough, and then Cameron stepped out of the shower. When he returned, he carried condoms. Olivia repositioned her hands on the seat below her. Every nerve ending tingled in anticipation. This was really going to happen. She was excited and a bit afraid at the same time.

  “Try to relax,” said Storm. She heard a condom being put on and then another. “This is just my finger again, and more lube.” She let Storm’s sexy voice lull her into a state of calm as he slipped a finger into her anus again. He moved it in and out for a few seconds, and then withdrew it. “Here we go, Olivia. You can do this, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He teased the opening with the head of his dick, and then started to slip it inside, very slowly. It burned, but Olivia forced herself to relax. Cameron’s encouraging voice whispered in her ear as he gently stroked her arm. She’d never known that sex could be so sweet or erotic. How would anything in her life ever be the same again?

  Within a minute, the burning subsided, and as Storm pushed further inside, the most incredible feeling of peace descended over Olivia. The fullness in her anus was surprisingly pleasant, and as he began to slowly thrust, she also found it arousing. Cameron’s hand slipped over her nipples, teasing them, as Storm fucked her asshole.

  “Olivia…this is fucking incredible. Please tell me you’re okay.”

  “I am, Sir. I love it. It feels so damn good.”

  Storm moaned, and his thrusting increased. Olivia began to moan as well as another climax built. When Storm pulled out, Cameron took his place, after putting more lube inside her anus with one finger.

  He was a bit rougher than Storm had been, but she was used to that now. It still felt incredible, and this time Storm was at her side, encouraging her. When Cameron pulled out, both men took off their condoms, and stepped out of the shower for a second to discard them. When they came back inside, they told Olivia to stand up, and Storm turned on the water.

  He pulled her into a tight embrace underneath the jet, and Olivia relaxed against him. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Storm kissed the top of her head. “We’ll work on that some more, but eventually we want to put one dick in your pussy and one in your ass at the same time. Would you like that?”

  She shivered as the image of that raced through her mind. “Yes, Sir. I would like that.”

  “Then we’ll get there, Olivia.” Storm gave her a quick gentle kiss on the mouth, and then Cameron pulled her into his arms, underneath the other jet.

  He picked up the shower gel and lathered her arms, her back and her neck, and then Storm was behind her, lathering her legs and her groin. She closed her eyes and sighed and moaned as both men washed her body, caressing, and sometimes lightly nipping, but always arousing her all over again. By the time they’d washed every square inch of her and had rinsed off the gel, she was panting and ready to come again.

  “Come over here, Olivia.” Cameron’s grin forced another moan from her. He sat on the built-in seat and put on another condom, then told her to straddle him. She did, and once her pussy was lowered over his dick, he held onto her hips as he moved her up and down.

  Storm turned her head to the side and told her to open her mouth. He fucked her mouth roughly, as Cameron was now doing to her pussy, but she didn’t mind. She loved it. Her men never failed to excite her or give her exactly what she wanted.

  The men changed places several times, using fresh condoms in between, and a giggle forced its way up as she imagined them going into Phil’s Corner Drugstore to ask for a gross of condoms. How many had they gone through already?

  As another climax washed over her, Olivia groaned in the back of her throat and tears stung her eyes. She had no idea what she’d done to deserve these two, but she was more grateful that they’d walked into her life than she could put into words.

  When Storm came, it was inside her mouth, and she swallowed every tasty drop of his cum. Once Storm had finished, Cameron pulled out of her pussy, lifted her off him, and then stood up. He took off his condom, and Olivia took a seat without him having to ask her to.

  He came inside her mouth, and she swallowed his cum as well. When he finished, he pulled her down to the floor where Storm sat breathing hard, and cradled her on his lap. The men took turns stroking her hair, back, and legs as the water cooled. Olivia never wanted to leave this shower. She never wanted to leave this condo. She only wanted to stay here, for the rest of her life, making love to both Cameron and Storm.

  Chapter Eleven

  The next two weeks passed by in a blur for Olivia. She, Gina and Annalise were so busy with start-up plans for Giolanna’s Design Solutions that she kept putting off telling her boss, Nancy Barr, that she wasn’t coming back to work. She was still afraid to quit, but hadn’t said anything about that to Storm and Cameron.

  Storm was busier than usual because he and Harrison were trying to get classes in fire and severe weather safety set up for the upcoming school year. They wanted to teach them in grade school and middle school, and had been given the go-ahead by Olivia’s father and Leticia Freemantle, the elementary school principal.

  But that hadn’t stopped him or Cameron from keeping Olivia busy and happy in and out of bed. The three had returned to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon to move the rest of her things into the condo, and this time her parents had invited them in for lunch. They were polite to Storm and Cameron, especially after Storm told her father, Patrick, about the classes that he and Harrison wanted to form.

  Her mother, Molly, asked Cameron if there was any possibility that other fires would be set downtown, and Cameron assured her that the man responsible for them was in jail. Harrison had told his parents the arsonist was being held without bail, but Molly said a lot of her neighbors were still concerned.

  As Olivia had watched her parents talk to Cameron and Storm, she couldn’t help but smile. They were trying very hard, and she loved them for that. When they asked her how school was going, she launched into a discussion of Giolanna Design Solutions. Her father had been particularly interested, and asked a lot of pointed questions about their business plan.

  Olivia had been ready with the answers. She’d learned more in the past week from Gina and Annalise about what it took to launch a business than she ever would have imagined was needed, but she’d loved every second of it. She felt useful, and throwing herself into this gave her a sense of purpose and direction that working at City Hall had never done.

  When Nancy called her on the third Sunday in July to tell her that the new warehouse was finally ready, and that she needed to report to work in the morning, Olivia asked Nancy to hang on for a second. She muted her phone and glanced at Cameron and Storm, sitting on the floor in front of the TV, playing a video game. They turned around and stopped playing as she bit her lip, unsure what to do.

  “What is it?” asked Cameron.

  “My boss. The warehouse is done.”

  Storm frowned. “You haven’t quit yet?”

  Olivia shook her head and bit her lip harder as tears welled up.

  Storm rose and sat next to her, placing an arm around her shoulder. “Olivia, I’m not upset. Just tell her now.”

  “Are you sure? This is huge.”

  Cameron sat on the other side of her. “You’ve already laid the initial plans with Gina and Annalise. You’re knee-deep in this new business, love. You have to quit.”

  “But I’m not even giving two weeks notice.”

  Storm shrugged. “So what? They have a million administrative assistants over there. She’ll just reassign your work.”

  “And you two are all right with this? Honestly?”

  Cameron took her phone and turned off the mute. “Nancy? This is Cameron Sinclair.”

  Olivia tried to take the phone from him, but Storm held her wrists together.

  “Yeah, the fire chief.”

  “Give me the phone,” she whispered.

  Cameron ignored her. “I’m fine, thanks. And you?”

  “Oh for heaven’s sake, Cameron. Give me the damn phone.”

  Storm leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Do you want me to put you over my knee right now and spank you so hard that she’ll hear it?”

  “Olivia isn’t coming to work tomorrow morning. In fact, she’s not coming back at all.”

  “Well, do you?” asked Storm.

  “No, Sir.”

  “No, it’s not a joke, Nancy. She’s not coming back. She’s going to school full-time now.” He cut his gaze to Olivia, a big grin on his face. “She’s also going into business with Gina Santori and Annalise Kerr. You know Gina, right?”

  “Oh my God,” whispered Olivia. Her face flushed. This would be all over City Hall before tomorrow morning. Nancy was one of Bernie’s biggest cheerleaders. Gina’s quitting had already caused a backlash of gossip that had spread through Racy like wildfire. This latest piece of news would ignite a firestorm.

  “Yeah, that’s right. Gina, Annalise, and Olivia are starting up a design firm.”

  Olivia shook her head. “I’m dead meat.”

  “No you’re not,” said Storm quietly.

  “I sure will tell her, Nancy. You take care.” Cameron disconnected the call and grinned at Olivia. “Done. See how easy that was? Oh, and Nancy says she’ll miss you and that she wishes you luck in your new venture.”

  “Bullshit. She’s going to tell everyone, especially Bernie.”

  Cameron shrugged and rose, walking back toward the TV. “So what? They’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

  Storm gave her a soft, gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, Olivia.” He pointed toward her laptop. “Now get back to work. Don’t you have a test this week? And by the way, do not ever keep something like that from us again. Trust in a relationship like this works both ways, love. Understood?”

  Guilt washed over her and she lowered her gaze. “Yes, Sir.”

  Storm tilted her chin up so she had to look him in the eyes. His gaze was stern but no angry, and Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. “I am not upset with you, okay? But we both need to know you won’t withhold anything from us again. There are no secrets between us.”

  “I understand, Sir. I won’t do that again.”

  “Thank you.” Storm kissed her again, and then he joined Cameron on the floor, where they resumed their game. Olivia picked up her laptop. “But I still think you two are nuts. This is going to be all over town in an hour.”

  “Nuts about you,” said Cameron.

  She glanced at him, but he averted his gaze quickly.

  “Is that so?”

  Cameron cut his gaze to Storm for a second, and then he glanced at her. “Yes, it is. Get back to work.”

  Olivia watched them for a second, absolutely certain she was in so deep now that she’d never crawl back out. That realization should have scared the shit out of her, but it didn’t. It gave her a warm glow inside that spread through her body, out to her to her fingers and toes, and then back inside again, filling the empty spaces where fear and anxiety had taken up residence, and pushing them both aside. She returned to her studying, feeling more sure of herself than she had in a very long time.

  * * * *

  Monday afternoon, Cameron reported to the fire station for his weekly twenty-four hours on site. He’d woken up this morning with an unsettled feeling, and assumed it was because of the weather forecast. Severe thunderstorms were predicted, with the possibility of isolated tornadoes. Cameron wasn’t sure how much more this town could take in such a short time.

  Olivia had been jumpy the rest of last evening and into this morning. He and Storm had assumed that was because she was now officially unemployed. He wished she wouldn’t worry about it, but when he stopped thinking with his dick long enough to put himself in her place, he realized what a huge deal this was for her. She’d gone out and found her first job at sixteen, and she had such a strong work ethic that it felt completely foreign to her to be financially dependent on someone else.

  Olivia had expressed fear that it would take too long to find enough clients to keep the business afloat, but with Gina on board, Cameron suspected it wouldn’t take long at all. He and Storm liked Gina, but inwardly Cameron couldn’t imagine having her as a sub. She was far too assertive and brash. But no one could fault her loyalty, and in the long run, that’s what really mattered, and it’s why she and Olivia were such good friends.

  Olivia…Cameron pushed aside his laptop and propped his feet up on the desk. He was weeks behind in paperwork, but he couldn’t concentrate on it right now. Had it really only been two and a half weeks since he and Storm had taken Olivia to Maddox’s club that fateful Friday afternoon? It seemed much longer. She was so much a part of their lives now that Cameron couldn’t imagine coming home and not seeing here there, ready with a bright smile and a warm hug.

  She forgot her training all the time, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter to either of them. Most mornings, they had to remind her to kneel in front of them, and she only called them “Sir” half the time during scenes, but things like that paled in significance when Cameron kissed her and held her. She was submissive to them in so many subtle ways that they’d never taught her to be. It came naturally, without any conscious effort on her part.

  And it wasn’t only her submissiveness that had him spellbound. It was those big green eyes, so full of trust and love. Yes, love. Cameron couldn’t deny any longer the fact that it shone out of them, bright and unrestrained, every time she glanced their way. She may not have said the words yet, but she’d shown the emotion in a hundred different ways. He hadn’t talked about it yet with Storm, but he was willing to bet a month’s pay that Storm had noticed it as well.

  In the past, whenever a sub would start to look at him that way, he’d let her go. It didn’t matter what excuse he’d give her. It was simply time to end things. He wasn’t Prince Charming, nor did he want to be. He wanted no part of love or happily-ever-after, and he understood why. There was no need for a shrink to explain that to him.

  So why was he still in this with Olivia? What did it mean? Why was she so different? The fact that he was head-over-heels in love with her wasn’t something he often admitted, even at times like this when he was alone and there was no chance she’d see it in his eyes or hear it in his voice. The emotion was so foreign that he didn’t know what to do with it. But what really surprised him was that he liked it.

  Instead of scaring him or making him want to flee, it gave him a tingling, warm feeling inside not unlike the sensation he experienced every time he woke up without having had the dream, or when he had helped fight back a fire in time to save total demolition of the building. Those things were so fulfilling and gave meaning and purpose to his life. Olivia did that as well. The love he felt for her had crept up on him slowly, and without inducing a state of panic or trepidation.

  But now what should he do? Should he tell her? Should he talk to Storm first? Was it okay just to let things ride and see where they went? He had no frame of reference here. Cameron’s cell phone rang, snapping him back to the present.

  “Hey, do you remember that firm in Lafayette about five years ago that came under fire for kickbacks? The one that was accused of setting commercial fires and then blackmailing the owners into hiring their firm for the restoration?”

  A chill ran over Cameron’s body at Storm’s words. Thunder rumbled overhead, and he brought up the weather radar on his laptop as he cradled the phone between his left shoulder and his ear. “Yeah, yeah I sure do. Guy’s name was Cale, right?”

  “That’s right. Matthew Cale of Cale Reconstruction. He’s back in business.”

  “Say what?” Cameron took the phone into his hand again and sat straight up.

  “He’s got a new tax ID number and is running a fire restoration business out of Gary. It’s called MJC Fire Restoration.”

  “Holy shit. Can he do that?”

  “Well, he was never actually convicted of the fraud or extortion charges.”

  “How did you find out about the new business?”

  Storm chuckled. “I didn’t. Gina did. Zach called to tell me what she’d found online. She was digging into the background of contact leads that Olivia had received from the college, and when his name popped up, she called Zach. Something about the story sparked her memory, and Zach confirmed it was the same guy.”

 

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