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Olivia stilled, then she grinned and started bouncing on the dildo so hard she was coming within seconds.
    When she was done, she grinned at Luke. “See? Terrible submissive.”
    Luke looked at Nathan. “How do you control her?”
    Nathan watched his face carefully. This was different. Luke needed something, and for a moment, Nathan paused in fear. Could he give this boy what he needed?
    “I don’t control her. Obviously. That’s not what she wants. But what of you, Luke? What do you want?”
    Luke blinked. “I… I don’t really know.”
    It was an honest admission, and Nathan appreciated it more than Luke could know. He’d grown up with so little honesty in his life, his family “image” being so important. It was why Nathan had started pushing boundaries so much, to see if he could break his parents, make wrinkles in their seemingly perfect lives. But they refused to rise to his goading, ever, because he was the “miracle child” who survived death and could do no wrong. It was a horrifying position to be in, he realized once he’d gotten to college. He had few resources to deal with real problems. He’d gotten put on academic probation twice before he was finally kicked out of Cornell and had to complete his degree at a small state school. His parents never said a word, just pretended everything was fine, like they always did.
    “Then let’s find out, shall we?”
    “Do we need a contract or something?” Luke stammered, a deep flush rising up his neck to his cheeks.
    Olivia pulled herself off the dildo, her juices making a delicious slurping sound as she rose. “Oh yay! We’re at contract time already. Does that mean we get to keep you? Estaremos empatados ya .”
    Nathan watched Luke freeze for a second and couldn’t decide if it was because he was embarrassed about asking for a contract or because he wanted to be kept so badly. He turned toward Olivia to address her first. “I’d hardly call it a relationship yet, love. Give the man some room to breathe before you suffocate him.”
    She pouted.
    “I…I don’t mind,” Luke stammered.
    Nathan turned back to Luke and assessed him. His sandy blond hair and slight build, definitely muscles there, but hardly of the body-building variety. He might be too young for all of this, but the longing in his blue eyes was enough. Time to take the bull by the horns and see what the kid was made of.
    “Luke,” Nathan said and Luke’s shoulders relaxed again at the command. “We’d like to keep you. Long-term. We realize it’s a big ask, and you probably have questions for us, but Olivia and I trust our instincts, and we’ve never had anyone as right for us as you.”
    “I… I don’t exactly know what that means… It’s all so new.”
    Nathan stepped forward and slid his hand to the back of Luke’s neck. The boy relaxed even more. God, so responsive. “Yes, it’s new and a commitment. So we’ll build an out clause into this. One that any of the three of us can use. More than a safe word. It gives all of us the option to step away with no questions asked. All three of us have to be into this for it to work. And yes, we’ll need to communicate constantly to make sure we’re all still happy. But the out clause, that’s what keeps you safe, Luke. You say that word and we let you go completely. Not just from the scene, but from anything to do with us.”
    Luke’s eyes widened. “Do you two have that?”
    Olivia laughed. “Of course. I mean, not that I don’t appreciate drama, but long, drawn-out break-up scenes aren’t my thing. And if Nathan stopped wanting me, I’d prefer to skip the huge post-mortem on that. Same if he found someone else. What do I need that pain for? The out clauses are the best. Rip the Band-Aid off and move on.”
    Nathan had never considered using his out clause with Olivia. And he made damn sure she wouldn’t have to remember their word. But when he’d first claimed her, two days after the bank incident, he wanted to