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  Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

  Stammering, I watched Cam do as he was told and remove his underwear, still kneeling in front of me, as I responded to Sage’s question.

  “Y-yes.”

  Sage chuckled darkly. “I thought so. You’re so fucking wet.”

  I watched in rapt awe as Cam took his own swollen length into his fist and encircled the dark purplish crown. He stroked it hard, exhaling a harsh, raspy breath that escaped his lips. Agony and ecstasy played across his features as if he was trying to deny himself the pleasure that coursed through his body.

  “Cam,” I whispered, drawing his attention back up to me, where he hopefully saw the raw emotion and fevered excitement that bubbled within me over his actions.

  I didn’t have words to describe what they were doing to me. How watching Cam jerk off and stroke himself, while Sage fingered me, made me lose my mind.

  Sage’s movement underneath me rocked me side-to-side as he wiggled out from under me, his fingers leaving me empty. He slid next to me, thigh-to-thigh, unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans, letting himself pop free from the tight confines.

  I turned to look at him and the corner of his mouth curved into an apologetic smile.

  “Sorry, I have to…I’m dying.”

  Two things happened at once.

  As Sage freed his cock, he reached for my hand and placed my palm around the smooth steel. At the same time, Cam bent down under my skirt, his nose nuzzling at my center, inhaling my scent. He pushed my knees out wider with his broad shoulders and placed his lips at my wet entrance.

  I may have stifled my keening cry, or I might have let out the loudest shriek ever. All I know is that it was the best, most erotic feeling in the world.

  The dueling sensation of the soft, yet strained, texture of Sage’s cock in my grip and the smooth slide of Cam’s tongue at my most intimate place had my entire body shooting into the stratosphere. I’d never been so completely transported into that out-of-body type of experience.

  I felt like I was lifted above the ground, outside of my physical being, and was floating and gasping, tightening and relaxing somewhere far, far from there.

  Sage helped guide my hand as we stroked his length in unison. The sounds of the skin slapping against skin, mixed with Cam’s own rhythm and movements, were a symphony of sensuality. Adding in the wet, slick noises as Cam sucked and kissed my body heightened the intensity as we crescendoed higher.

  I lifted my hips and shamelessly ground my core against Cam’s face, boldly and with no inhibition whatsoever. I delighted in his growl of approval. And when he added a finger, slamming it inside my virginal body, a curse ripped from my mouth as my entire body tightened with awareness. My legs quivered and shook until something inside unleashed a torrent of pleasure, a shockwave of unbelievable sensation.

  I’d never orgasmed that hard before, even previously with Sage, much less done it with my pelvis jutting against a boy’s face. But goddamn, it was electrifying and out of this world. My body was wrung out, yet wildly yearning for more.

  In the climactic haze, I’d nearly forgotten about Cam and Sage. Nearly.

  Rolling my head to the side, I glanced down to where my hand moved in time with Sage’s and then stared up into his face.

  With lips parted and eyes closed, Sage held the most serene, yet dire look on his face as he chased his own orgasm. I continued my hand job, increasing the pace and pressure, listening to his labored breaths; gasps and moans and pleas for faster, harder.

  The same held true for Cam. Although I wasn’t touching him, we still felt connected. His eyes bore into me, drinking me in, as his fist flew over his own hard flesh. My inner muscles clenched in response; tumbling and somersaulting, needing to be filled.

  I boldly placed my hand between my legs to slide through the wet, springy curls, reveling in the sensation and aftershocks of my orgasm.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot, London.”

  As if on cue, they released their orgasms simultaneously. Cam leaned over me, one hand pressed firmly against the couch cushion next to my leg, and very quietly, with just a low guttural roar, his orgasm shot across my thigh and belly.

  Sage, still in my own grip, gave a wild, hoarse cry. His hand clenched mine, as I felt his cock strain and pulse, as he shuddered, and the warm rush of his seed shot over our joined hands.

  The air was thick with sweat, chocolate and champagne, and the scent of sex. It grew quiet and a blast of cold air from upstairs seemed to blow across our bodies, drying the residual of their climaxes.

  My body was a damp rag, wrung out and numb. I felt sated and happy. Completely relaxed and blissed out.

  Until the sound of a door opening at the top of the stairs pulled us all out of our perfect, after-sex haze, and brought us back to reality from the insolated bubble we’d just been in.

  We scrambled to get dressed, as the voice of my dad grew imminently closer and closer with each step he took down the stairwell.

  “Happy New Year, kids!” he called down.

  When he finally reached the bottom and rounded the corner, the three of us all put on our dopiest grins from the spots on the couch we’d flung ourselves to.

  “Happy New Year, daddy.”

  My voice sounded like a little girl’s, but the three of us knew better.

  I’d just stepped into the world of womanhood. My sexual innocence now a thing of the past.

  Chapter 12

  After my daddy had gone back upstairs, leaving us with a plate of cookies and some more popcorn, there was a stir of electricity still buzzing in our bones and blood, as we tried to come to terms with what happened.

  Cam was the first to leave, shutting down like he’d often do.

  “I told my parents I’d be home before one a.m. I gotta go.”

  I was sitting cross-legged on the couch and looked over at Sage who had picked up his guitar and was plucking at the strings.

  “What about you? You leaving, too?”

  Sage tipped his chin up, the soft melodic tune he played momentarily stopped, as he looked up at me through his make-up lined-lashes.

  “I’ll stay.”

  I gave him a wan smile and held out my hand to Cam, hoping he’d give me a hug before he left. I didn’t want it to get awkward between us, like it had during the school year, even though there was a potential it could get weird.

  My naivety about love and sex proved how little I truly knew about the complications that arise when sex is in the picture.

  I had no real-world experience to tell me otherwise.

  “Cam? Will you come here? I need to tell you something. Please,” I begged, unfolding my legs, my panties still wet from his mouth.

  Cam sighed, an obvious war going on in his head again about what to do with me and Sage.

  I patted the couch beside me and he sat down with an insolent plop.

  His voice was gruff and impatient. “What do you want, London? I need to get home.”

  My smile contained a silent understanding of his uneasiness and confusion over what we’d done together, and I wanted to leave him with a reminder for later reference. To ensure he wouldn’t doubt what we did and what it meant.

  With the speed of a gazelle, I straddled his lap, bending my knees at the sides of his hips and placing my hands on his shoulders to hold him in place. I instantly felt the heat that gathered between us.

  Cupping his cheeks, I leaned in so our foreheads connected.

  “Promise me you won’t overthink what we did tonight.”

  “I won’t,” he argued, rolling his eyes like a willful child.

  I snickered. “Yes, you will. You already are. I know you, Cameron. And right now, you’re worried that you shouldn’t have enjoyed this experience. That what we did together is wrong.”

  My eyes bore holes in his head, hoping I could manifest some sort of brainwashing tactic to change his mind and ease his worry. He’d always been the worrier in the group. Wanting to be perfect and always aiming to
please everyone. His parents. His coaches. His leaders and teachers. And me and Sage.

  “Oh yeah?” he snipped at my lips, pretending to bite me with a chomp. I laughed and wiggled on his lap, which only had him leaning back to avoid any further contact.

  “Just tell me one thing before you go, Cam. Did you like it?”

  I cocked my head to the side, my fingers interlaced behind his neck to massage the ropey, strained muscle there. He groaned in my touch, or maybe as a result of the question. Dropping his head back, he shut his eyes to the sensation.

  “God, London. Of course, I liked it. Kissing you. Being with you like that. Tasting you was the hottest thing ever. I’m going to dream about it for the rest of my life.”

  I noticed he was careful not to mention Sage’s involvement tonight. Which from the sad look in Sage’s maple-glazed eyes, suggested he was disappointed in that omission, as well. But it was one step at a time with Cam and there was no sense pushing it.

  When Cam’s eyes reopened, our connection grew heated, all the memories of our childhood swirling away like liquid being poured through a syphon, sucked through a drain. Those moments now replaced with the carnal knowledge of one another.

  I bit my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat and strummed my fingers down the front of his chest, smiling coyly as I say, “Do you know that I’ve fantasized about being with both of you? I want to do that again sometime. Do you?

  Something dark flashed in Cam’s eyes as he sucked in a breath, jostling me on his lap. His head snapped toward Sage, who had stopped playing to listen intently to our conversation. I followed the direction of his gaze, Sage now the center of our attention.

  Sage shrugged, leaning back against the couch in a sexy, relaxed fashion as if to say, “You’re on your own here, dude. I’m with her.”

  Cam’s voice was low and raspy, his conflicted emotions evident in his dubious response. “Yeah.”

  “Okay then. If I’m fine with it, and we all enjoyed it, then there is nothing to feel weird about. And it’s nobody else’s business how we feel about each other and what we do together. Just us. You, me and Sage. Got it?”

  I pulled him into my chest and kissed him until we were both breathing hard once again. When the kiss ended, I turned back to Sage, confirming he was on board as well. A warm, daring smile tugged at his lips, his skin flushed and the way his jeans were tented said it all.

  Pointing my finger in his direction, I crooked it, beckoning him to join us.

  “Come ‘ere, Sage. Come say goodbye to Cam.”

  He carefully placed his beloved guitar next to the chair and stalked over to join us, sitting down next to Cam.

  I knew Sage held an unrequited longing for Cam in his sullen and wary aventurine gaze. Sage wasn’t one who was quick to trust or love because of his hellish home life. But when he did, it was deep and beautiful, just like the inside of Sage’s heart.

  Sage had never openly discussed his sexuality with Cam and we’d never talked about his interests outside of that one time in our early teens. But over the last two years, he’d shown aspects of his sexual interest in Cam through longing looks and glances that others may not have noticed, but I did.

  Cam was oblivious, which may have been a good thing. He’d likely have a problem with Sage’s desire for him. Cam was raised in an ultra-conservative, Southern Baptist home, with a father who’d been in the military and a mother who went to her prayer group every week to pray for the “souls of those who lost their way.” As in, the entire LGBTQ community.

  I wasn’t sure if Cam shared their views on homosexuality, but he never said otherwise. Although to be fair, he also never put anyone down or slung arrows of righteousness at those different from him. In fact, Cam stood up for those weaker than him. Aside from the incident in kindergarten where he fought with Sage over the toy (which they eventually shared), Cam was heroic in his convictions to help others. To stand up for me and Sage when it was called for.

  Cam was my strong superhero while Sage was my tender-hearted, yet tortured soul.

  And I loved them both.

  I stretched out a hand to cup Sage’s scruffy cheek, my fingers lingering over the jawline before I flicked my thumb over his bottom lip. He surprised me by tasting the pad of my thumb with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth.

  I replaced my thumb with my mouth, kissing Sage soundly and thoroughly, as he returned it in kind.

  Then I pulled away, leaving Sage with his mouth open and eyes half-lidded, and kissed Cam just as thoroughly.

  At that moment, I knew our lives would never be the same, but there was nothing I could do to stop the momentum.

  Or the feelings that grew between us.

  Chapter 13

  “I’ve decided I’m not going to college,” Cam announced, as the three of us laid out on blankets by the river.

  It was early April, but the spring weather had warmed the earth and kissed the skies with its blazing sun and heat that only the south can give that time of year.

  Sage’s eyes narrowed, and my mouth dropped open, eyes popping like wide-saucers.

  “What?” Sage and I both exclaimed simultaneously, my voice two octaves higher than his.

  Cam flopped on his belly, the sheen from his sweat glistening all along his exposed back. He’d filled out so much this past winter, bulking up with weights and getting ready for swimming and baseball season.

  His head cradled in his locked arms, face turned toward Sage and me. I openly stared, waiting for him to explain.

  “I’m going to enlist in the Air Force.”

  It didn’t surprise me to learn he was going to follow in his father’s footsteps, but it was a shock that he’d leave behind a college education, one that he had expressed wanting.

  Cam was smart and well-educated and had a scholarship waiting for him. Plus, we had decided we’d be going to the same college. In March, I’d received my acceptance letters to both Emory and Vanderbilt and had chosen Vanderbilt for a plethora of reasons, but mainly because Cam would be there, too.

  While Sage wasn’t going to attend school, his plans were to move to Nashville to begin his music career. My heart had soared that day when we’d realized we’d remain together even after high school and there was even a possibility of moving in together. The idea had my heart soaring.

  But Cam’s announcement broke our pledge to one another. And subsequently shattered my heart.

  I bolted up from my spot beside him, jumping to my feet, ready to march off toward my house.

  “You can’t go. You promised me, Cam Lucas. You promised you’d always be there for me.”

  I began to run, crying as I did. When I stopped just short of my house, I heard footsteps come up behind me. It wasn’t Cam who followed me, but Sage. My body was still warm from the sun, and my breathing labored, but I shivered until he threw his arms around me in a supportive embrace.

  No matter what turmoil he had going on in his own world, Sage was always the one to calm me down. Soothe my aching heart. He’d sing to me when I was feeling down or depressed. Even though I had everything in life – loving parents, a good home, a good life - and he was born with the short end of the stick to be raised by a hateful man, who didn’t know how to love a son, Sage still knew how to love.

  “Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. Let it go. There’s nothing we can do to change his mind. He’s gonna do what his father wants. It’s important to him to make his father proud.”

  I was crying and in an angry state of mind. My tears streamed over my cheeks, dropping like rose petals onto Sage’s T-shirt covered chest.

  Gripping onto the soft cotton with my fists, I sobbed quietly, letting out all the anger and hurt that brewed inside, all the while being reassured by my best friend.

  “He’s made up his mind, London. If he doesn’t do this, he’ll feel guilty and then he’ll be unhappy.”

  I sniffled and snorted disgruntledly. “What about my happiness? Our happiness? How can he do this to us? Leave
us like this at the last minute, breaking all his promises and our plans?”

  Sage stroked my sun-drenched hair with one hand, the other gently caressing my back.

  “I don’t know, babe, but I’m sure it wasn’t easy for him, you know that. He always weighs all his options before making a decision and I’m sure it ate at him. He has his reasons and we need to support and respect them.”

  Snorting, I laughed ruefully. “When did you get so wise, Sage Hendricks?”

  Pulling back to stare up at him, he shrugged a shoulder and winked playfully.

  “How does that stupid phrase go? If you love someone, let them go…if they don’t come back, then you’re a fucking idiot?”

  I hooted with laughter, slapping at his chest. “That’s not how it goes, dummy.”

  Sage smiled playfully, turning us around so we could walk back toward Cam, who remained behind to pack up our gear. He lifted his head, a blanket looped over his arm, a sad, woeful smile pulling at his lips. He opened his arms and beckoned us both in for a hug.

  I don’t know how long we stood there in that embrace, but the way Cam and Sage’s arms locked around me had me forgetting about all the pain. I knew that with them by my side, I could handle anything in the world.

  Anything, that is, except Cam leaving us to go into the military.

  “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” I asked, the dare present in my gaze, hoping it would be enough to dissuade him.

  Cam chuckled, shaking his head solemnly. “I know you don’t understand this, but I have to go. I’m not giving up college entirely. I’ll enlist, do my duty to my family and the country, and then I’ll go to college later. It’s not the end of the world, London. I’m sorry if it hurts you and that I won’t be there with you in college, but please don’t make this harder for me than it already is.”

  Burying my head in his neck, I sucked back my tears, hiccupping my response. “I’ll try not to, but I already feel the loss. Like a piece of my heart is dying and I can’t even take a breath without it hurting.”

  Sage was quiet for a bit, kind of doing this humming thing that he always did when he was lost in his own head. When he spoke, though, you knew it came from a place of love and conviction.