“I know what you told me, but I think you’re oblivious to how they feel, or felt, about you.”
Camilla scoffed and rolled her eyes. Ben tilted her chin, and she immediately turned her attention to him. “We know love when we see it.”
“But I told them no, from the beginning.”
Quinten chuckled. “You told me no, too. Remember? Just because I didn’t pursue you doesn’t mean I didn’t feel it.”
“Oh. Well…you should’ve seen the way the bears got showered with attention at the Dollhouse. I don’t think they were lacking.”
“Sex, maybe. But what they feel for you is special, much as it pisses me off to say it.”
Camilla wiped stray tears from her cheeks. “Feeling possessive?”
“You’re damn right,” Ben muttered, and then he took advantage of her proximity on his lap, perched on his swelling cock, and kissed her.
Arousal that had been simmering inside him burst into full-blown lust as she leaned toward him and tightened her arms around his neck. He swallowed the soft moan that escaped her lips, and he wallowed in her sensual fragrance, a mix of his bodywash and her own feminine scent, tinged with a hint of her arousal.
He couldn’t stop running his hands all over her luscious form. The curve of her spine, her softly rounded hip, and firm thigh. She groaned ecstatically, and he glanced over to find Quinten sucking on her toes one at a time, a half smile on his face as he watched the two of them kissing. The moment felt perfect. Right. But he needed her to know something first.
Freeing her lips, Ben stroked her face and got her attention as Quinten released her toes from their erotic stimulation. It was good to know she liked that.
“Sugar, there’s some things you need to know.” She nodded breathlessly. “We’re not perfect. We may—no, we will—screw up from time to time, but we want to be there for you. It breaks my heart that your father abandoned you when you needed him. I’d like to hunt him down for doing that to you. I’d never leave you like that.”
She put out a hand to his lips. “Don’t make promises.”
Quinten stroked her calf and grasped her other hand. “It’s a promise you’ll just have to accept whether you want it or not, baby. We’ll never leave you like that.”
Ben said, “One other thing. We don’t know much about Dominance and submission, but we have people we can go to, if we need to. If that’s something you need in the future—”
Camilla shook her head and frowned. “It’s all tied up with those feelings about Brandon. When I think about it, I become sad. I don’t think I need it anymore.” She didn’t look certain or resigned to that fact. Her sad expression led Ben to believe it would be worth his time to talk to Ethan and Joseph Hazelle about giving her whatever she needed, whether she realized she needed it or not.
“So does this mean you’ll lighten up about the costumes?” Camilla asked as she looked from him to Quinten. She frowned darkly when he squinted at her, and Quinten’s jaw went rigid.
“Oh, crap. You’ll be even worse, won’t you? How am I supposed to ever have my own club, and run it my own way, if you two are going to be so bossy?” Her tone lacked heat, regardless of what words she uttered, and Ben was a little surprised when he actually saw relief in her smile. “All right. Once Halloween is past, I’ll either retire them or retool them, so less of me is showing.”
Ben grinned and replied, “We promise to make up whatever you lose in tips, sugar. And you’ll be great at running your own club. I’ll bet I can even guess who you want working security for you.”
“You betcha. You know they’d be great at it.”
“Just as soon as they know you’ve been claimed.”
“Claimed?” Camilla said the word as though it tasted bad in her mouth and gasped when Quinten scooped her into his arms and laid a kiss on her that made her little toes curl up.
He broke the kiss to say, “Exactly. Claimed.”
Her resistance quickly fled as he settled her securely in his lap over his monster hard-on, which matched Ben’s, and she kissed him back unreservedly. Ben’s desire crested as he watched Camilla give in to Quinten.
He was grateful that he and Quinten had that honest conversation over a year ago, when Ben had begun to pick up on the way Quinten watched Camilla when she was unaware. It was back then that they’d discovered that they had something in common with other men in Divine. The idea of sharing Camilla was appealing to both of them.
Ben recalled words Quinten had once softly uttered a few months back while the three of them were getting slammed with customers on a Saturday night. She’d been in her element, chatting, mixing drinks, greeting customers, smiling, and bringing a light to the room that was completely unique to her.