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But Luna breaks in. "Not Mr. Phillips. Owen, or —" she looks at Owen. "I call him sir."
Cam reaches over and takes her beer, lifts it to his lips for a drink, and sets it down, nodding. "Okay, Owen, are you joining us tonight, then?"
"Looks like I am," Owen says, but he gestures at the table in front of us.
"Oh, I don't mean here. Luna is coming home with us tonight."
Owen looks down at her. "Is that right?"
She seems a little hesitant, but she nods. "That's the plan. Alexsei and I went out and then we decided to go home and end the evening with Cam."
"Alexsei 's boyfriend,” Owen says.
"And the guy I really like spending time with, too," Luna says, looking across the table at Cam.
"I don't know why you'd want to invite me then," Owen says to Cam. Tersely. Very tersely.
"Because it could be fun. Luna likes all of us, we all like her. And it actually can help with jealousy and questions about relationships."
"Really? To watch two other guys with my girlfriend?" Owen asks.
I feel Luna give a little jerk of surprise at his use of the word girlfriend, as if they haven’t talked about how to define their relationship yet.
Cam nods. "I much preferred the nights when Alexsei and I fucked someone together to the nights when he was off with someone by himself. I was a lot less jealous those nights. I got to be a part of it, and actually appreciated the other person because of how they were making him feel."
"Seems like that could complicate a relationship." Owen seems angry. Or something. He's gripping his bottle of beer tightly.
But is also not getting up and stomping away.
So maybe it’s not just anger. Or jealousy. Maybe there’s some lust in there.
I know exactly how that feels.
It’s exactly how I felt the nights with Cam and someone else.
I preferred the nights we were together to the nights he was off with other people alone, too, but sure there was a bit of jealousy mixed in.
Now that I know why, it makes complete sense.
"But we're living proof that it actually made us closer. We've shared the most intimate thing—our fantasies. We know exactly what makes the other person tick. We know every single thing the other person needs. And we care enough about each other to make sure that they have that."
Luna is watching him, her cheeks a little pink, but seemingly fascinated.
I decide to try an experiment. I lean in and put my hand on the back of her neck, stroking my thumb up and down the side of her throat. She gives a little shiver of pleasure.
Then I put my mouth just below her ear, and kiss the soft skin before saying, "Do you think it would be hot to have Owen join us?"
Her eyes drift shut, and she gives a little sigh before she says, "Yes."
I continue, "Does he fuck you differently than I do?"
She swallows hard, but nods. "It's all so good. But yes, different."
"I can't decide if I want him to come over because I want to see how he fucks you, or because I want him to see how well I can make you come apart."
This shiver of desire is more like a shudder.
I run my hand from the back of her neck down her spine to her ass. "You like that? The idea of two guys competing over who can treat this pussy the best?"
