12. Luke

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luke

“Be safe, sweetie, and let me know if you need anything else.”

Essie rolled her eyes and smiled fondly at me. “I’m fine, Dad. Like always.”

Wouldn’t stop me from worrying though. “I know, I know. I’m naggy. I can’t help it.”

Essie laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Just be careful getting home. It’s getting late.”

I hugged my daughter, trying not to get emotional as I left her at college to head back. But it was hard. It was the same whenever I’d visited the boys when they’d been at school. I didn’t want to leave her.

“I love you, Es.”

“I love you too, Dad. Have fun with your men.”

I rolled my eyes. I’d told Essie about Cameron, and like her brothers, she hadn’t really been fazed. In fact, my daughter clearly read way too many romance novels and was trying to desperately to ship all three of us. She was oddly invested and wasn’t put off by me brushing her off constantly throughout my visit.

“Bye, Essie.” She laughed loudly.

“Bye, Dad. Let me know when you get home.”

“That’s my line,” I called out as I finally headed through the parking lot of her on-campus apartment and back to my car.

It was about a three-hour drive from Essie’s college back to my place, but as we got closer, I realized I wasn’t driving home, but to Joel’s. “Fuck. What am I doing?” I should go home. I didn’t know if Joel was even there, or what if Cameron was? It would be weird for me to just show up.

I didn’t go home though, and next thing I knew, I was in Joel’s narrow driveway. His car was here, though that didn’t mean much. He didn’t always take the car when going into the city, but I didn’t see his bike, though that might be parked in the back. There was a light on, so maybe that was a good sign.

I scrubbed my face as I stared at the house. Were Joel and I at the point where I could just show up without calling first?

“Fuck it.” Joel was the one who was always saying he wanted to take the next step with me. Surprising him was a good start.

I finally worked up the nerve to shut off the car and go to the front door. I couldn’t hear anything inside. I knocked. No answer. I knocked one more time, but there was still no response.

Okay . . . what should I do? I could just leave and cut my losses. Or I could call Joel, which would be the logical answer. But . . . Joel had given me a spare key, and it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I called him, right? If he wasn’t home or was with Cameron, I’d just leave. No big deal.

Resolved, I dug out my keys and opened the door.

The light was on in the front entrance, but no others were. “Hello, Joel?” No answer.

I stepped into the living room and automatically took off my shoes, since that was what Joel preferred.

“Joel,” I called again in a loud whisper, suddenly feeling very self conscious. This had been a bad fucking idea. What in the gods had I been thinking?

That was when I heard it. A deep, throaty moan that could only mean one thing.

“That’s it, baby boy. You make Daddy feel so good.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, frozen to the spot. I should’ve fucking called first. Cameron was here, and I was interrupting something.

I needed to leave. We’d been really good about not impeding on each other, and never once had I felt that Joel’s time was split. Things had been going very smoothly. Leave it up to me to mess it up because I couldn’t just drive home like I was supposed to.

“Ugh, Daddy, please. I need to come.”

“Not yet, Cam. You can wait a little longer. Where do you think that hand is going, baby boy? Hands on the headboard where I can see them. That’s it. Good boy.”

Joel’s tone was like a bolt of lightening right through to my toes. I had never, not once, been interested in anything that wasn’t extremely vanilla. I still didn’t want that dynamic with Joel, but that tone? Fuck, that tone.

It wasn’t just Joel though. Cameron was loud . I could hear all his breathy moans, curses under his breath, and pleading for Joel to let him get off. It was clear as day, even with the bedroom door closed.

Now, what happened next, I wasn’t proud of. I was well aware that I should just leave. Or at least stay out in the living room until they finished. I should not walk closer to the bedroom so I could hear them more clearly. I definitely shouldn’t try the door handle, just to realize it wasn’t locked. And then I absolutely shouldn’t walk into the bedroom I knew damn well was occupied without so much of a knock. But I did all those things. It was like I’d been possessed. My brain was screaming at me to turn the fuck around, but my body had a mind of its own, and once I saw what I was already imagining with my two eyes, I was a goner. I would have to be physically dragged from the room to leave now.

Cameron lay on the bed on his back, completely naked. His hands were gripping the bottom of the headboard with so much force, I was amazed he hadn’t lost circulation in his hands. He had on a silk blindfold that covered his eyes, and his legs were folded in fucking half.

Joel was bent completely over Cameron, folding him like a pretzel. He wasn’t naked, though he was shirtless, and his pants and underwear were pulled down enough to expose his cock and most of his ass, but that was it. He was even still wearing socks.

I didn’t know what it was about that, but it turned me on so much I moaned involuntarily.

So lost in each other, Joel and Cameron hadn’t noticed when I’d walked in, but they certainly noticed then. Cameron finally let go of the headboard and ripped the blindfold off while Joel stopped mid-thrust, still inside his boy, and snapped his head toward me. The fear that flashed through Cameron’s eyes made me feel like the worst person on the planet.

“Uh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I staggered back a few steps, planning on bolting.

“Don’t leave on my account!”

I swallowed as my eyes shot to Cameron. The fear was gone. All the tension had melted out him, and his eyes sparkled with heat as he met my gaze. He looked partly sex drunk, but the smile and eyebrow wiggle were perfectly lucid as he looked at me.

“I . . . uh . . .” I was at a lost on what to do, what to say. The haze I was under had broken and I was now aware of how messed up what I’d done was, but I was still more turned on then I probably ever had been in my life. Especially when Joel turned back to Cameron and somehow bent him even more to kiss him and whisper something in his ear I couldn’t hear.

Cameron nodded, and then Joel started moving again.

“You heard him, amato . We don’t mind an audience, do we, Cam?

Cam shook his head. “N-no . . . fuck, faster, please, Daddy. Stay, Luke, if you want.”

Joel’s gaze flicked back to mine. “Only if you feel comfortable, darling.”

It wasn’t lost on me that I was the one who’d violated their privacy and barged in, yet they were the ones making sure I felt comfortable. I . . . didn’t know how I felt. But I was sure of one thing: there was no way I was leaving now.

I didn’t say anything, couldn’t form a rational thought if I tried. I didn’t move from my spot right by the door either. I stayed glued to the entranceway, unable to look away even for a second.

Realizing I wasn’t going anywhere, they picked up from where I’d interrupted.