~ ~ Cameron ~ ~

Sat waiting for Finn with a bottled beer in hand. I had the same conversation I'd been having with myself all day.

Was there anything more to our friendship—Besides fuck-buddies?

Same question. Same fucking answer.  I didn't know.

Most of me was sure this new weird attraction was nothing but simple appreciation for his sexy—no, not sexy, his attractive form. And that sounded rational. Or at least that's what I was trying to reason with myself.

Emptying my beer, I sat the bottle by my feet. "Fuckin' hell, Finn. How much longer?" I yelled in the direction of his room.

Christ, the man took an age to get dressed. Fuck knows why, because he was blessed with god like genetics that mere mortals couldn't possibly attain.

"Give me a minute," he hollered, a little too upbeat from his room.

A minute?  Yeah, more like another ten!

I hadn't seen much of him today with him working. Which was a relief as I wasn't ready to talk about last night or the messed up feelings that were swimming round my head when it came to me and him. And his words... I could have more, not less, played on a fucking loop.

But I'd learned something last night—this thing between us all wasn't causing any rifts. We had crossed no lines and our friendship was intact...so far.

Although it was tested when Finn popped back in-between clients today for some lunch and dropped the bombshell that he'd asked Bea to take the deadline off the table.

It relieved half of me, but it pissed the other half, no matter how good his intentions were. In the end, I swallowed down my irritation, and he promised not to butt in again without talking to me first.

So we were good for now and I just had to figure my shit out.  Which was easier said than done when I kept throwing in the ring additional stuff. Like asking him to join me and Bea last night.

When the idea had popped into my brain, I'd told myself I was doing it for Bea. But watching him fuck her mouth, his face inches from mine, his lips parted, and I ran my finger across them, wanting to kiss him.

Not that kissing Finn was something new, but I would go on record and say the first time he kissed me was weird as fuck. Not because I had anything against kissing a man.  No, it was weird because he'd already blown me, and I'd fucked him and kissing him had never once come to mind. And now it was just part of getting off, I didn't link it with any romantic feelings.

But now?  Hell yeah!  I was thinking about kissing him. Even when he'd pissed me off earlier. Part of me was thinking about decking him and the other half was thinking how full his lips were...seriously what the fuck was going on with me?

Standing, I rolled my shoulders, trying to relieve this tension that radiated through me. I wanted us all to have a good time tonight and relax. Because I would not leave it much longer before I told Bea the truth.

Which left me with one last thing to do—It was time I faced the manipulating, lying sack of shit who'd haunted me for too long. I was going to put that ghost to rest and nail the coffin shut.

"Shit, I'm ready." Finn bounced into the room.

I turned and froze. His presence slammed into me, upfront and centre. Fuckin' hell, he looked amazing and what the fuck?  My dick stirred.

He'd dressed similar to me, although his suit was dark grey whereas mine was black, but both of us hadn't bothered with a tie. My throat dry, I forced out the words. "About time. What have you been doin' in there?" Rolling my eyes exaggeratedly,

His cocky smirk fixed in place. "Yeah, but c'mon, I look good."

He distractedly looked over himself as I let my eyes soak in the full Finn experience. His sandy-coloured hair was impeccably unruly, the ends curled as they fell to brush his ears.

Sucking in a breath, my chest tightened and that weird as fuck feeling flickered through my body like a lick of heat. "Fuck, you make that suit look good—hot." Christ, my voice deepened, coming out husky and a little bit breathy.

Finn's head shot up. My response was unexpected to us both and Jesus, the way he looked at me, had my stomach in knots.

"You as well, look good I mean," he finally replied, blinking, adding, "and I'm not late, the Uber hasn't arrived yet." he checked his watch before his eyes took their time returning to mine.

My cheeks flushed, and who knew why I was feeling awkward again. I looked around for my wallet. "Do you know anything about this place?" Ah, I spotted my wallet. "Heard it's high end and has a nightclub and it's a members only deal?" I slipped my wallet and phone in my pocket.

Flinn flicked his chin up. "Yeah, to get access to the perks other than the nightclub—you have to be a member." Finn picked up his phone, checking his messages. "One of my client's just joined, costing him an arm' n' leg."

"Perks?"

"Yeah, ya'know, kink." He looked up. "BDSM, but I doubt the fifty shades variety." His phone chimed. "Ivy's friend manages it." His smile lifted as he waved his phone toward me. "Uber's here."

I followed him out. "Are you sure we're dressed okay, if you're telling me it's a BDSM club?" Shit, leather and whips ran through my head—not my thing.

"Trix said you can't get in unless you're suited and booted."

"You spoke with her—when?"

Hesitation stretched as if he wasn't sure what to say. "I called her earlier, just wanted to say hello."

Oh... I let it drop.

We landed at the club just after nine. We were in the trendy part of Soho, filled with upmarket bars, restaurants and one or two high end discrete sex clubs. Me and Finn both looked up. "Fuck me," voiced Finn, echoing my thoughts.

The building was enormous. It was weirdly unassuming and the buildings either side were designed like a block of warehouses, but Risk was set further back, and at least four stores high, and strangely no signage apart from a back-lit chrome R. I honestly wouldn't have known it was a club of any sort at first glance.

"This way," I said to Finn as Bea had instructed that we didn't join the long queue of people already waiting to head inside the nightclub entrance. "There's a separate entrance and they should have us on the guest list."

We headed further down, almost to the end until we came to a huge stainless steel door that was even further setback in an arched recess. It was also flanked by two what I could only guess were bouncers or security.

"Evenin' sirs. Names please," said the smaller of the two men.

"Harte and Wilder."

He referred to the iPad he was holding, giving a nod to the other bouncer. "Welcome, Mr Harte, Mr Wilder," greeted the bigger of the two. "Head inside and one of our hosts will meet you." He punched in a code, stepping aside and the door opened.

The door closed and sure enough, a woman who could have been a model with legs as long as the M1 approached us. She was dressed as if on a night out rather than an employee, although there was a small silver R emblem on the sheer fabric of the top she wore.

She gave both me and Finn the once over. Not leering, but simply curious. "Welcome Mr Harte, Mr Wilder. I'm Lucinda and If you could read over this document and please sign at the bottom, I will need your contact details for our files too." She passed us both an iPad.

Why would we need to sign something? "Sign?"

"A confidentiality agreement. There are guests and patrons who frequent our establishment who wish their time here to remain private," pausing, she added, "and here at Risk we respect privacy." She smiled. "What happens at Risk is between you and your god."

What the?   Weird.

Finn shrugged as we both read through.

"Thank you." She took the iPads. "Now, if you will please follow me." Lucinda turned, and we followed. "I will show you to the intersection."

"Intersection?" both me and Finn asked at the same time.

She didn't slow her steps, but turned her head slightly. "Yes, it's where most members begin their evening. Entertainment starts at eleven if you're interested in watching and most guests like to relax here with a drink or a favour."

Favour?  I looked at Finn, who shrugged again.

Lucinda continued. "Whilst you are personal guests of Mr Coles, nothing is on the restriction list."

Mr Coles?   Never heard of him.

Finn leaned into me, whispering. "Is this place for real?" He was right, it was something else. Nothing like I'd pictured a kink or BDSM club to look like. Whoever owned this place had packed some serious investment into it.

We passed quite a few other employees and patrons and I double blinked when I saw the lead singer from that cheesy boy band, Hot or Heated something, I couldn't recall the name.

"Is that?" asked Finn. He'd spotted him too.

Leading us into a lift, Lucinda punched in a code.

We rode up one floor as she escorted us out. "This is the Intersection, gentleman."

Awareness trickled down my spine. The atmosphere in this room was heavy, as if I was breathing in heat and something else. Music played, but not ear bleeding sort you heard at nightclubs, no, this was subtle, nice. There was a huge bar along one wall and what looked like more hostesses stood beside tables with guests, only moving when signalled.

Lucinda continued to talk, "It's still quite early. The fun starts after midnight and the deviant hour is usually around two." 

Deviant hour...for deviant's?  The few guests or members sat in here didn't resemble deviants, but then again what would one look like? And none of them paid Finn or I any attention.

Wow.   Slowing my steps, I tried not to stare at the woman on a bloke's lap. Bottom half naked, her legs spread wide as his entire hand worked inside her pussy. Fuck me, I'd only seen that in porn and even then, it wasn't my kind of kink. But it was obviously theirs as she moaned and writhed, arching backwards, begging him to go deeper. Jesus, any deeper he would lose his watch.

I swore I heard Finn gulp beside me as we picked up our steps.

Finn nudged me and I followed his eyes to see a man watching the naked man stood next to him mixing a cocktail drink with his dick as another man's head was buried in his lap, sucking him off.

Fuckin' hell. I now understood the meaning of favours.

"Remind me to order you a cocktail," smirked Finn. 

Cheeky bastard.

Carrying on my surveillance, I saw a raised platform with a bed placed in the middle. Yeah, this was more like I'd expected, minus the tacky chains and everyone wearing leather. Thankfully, there wasn't a pair of leather pants in sight.

Around the outer circle of the Intersection were huge glass dome shaped areas. You couldn't see inside unless you directly stood at the archway leading into each one. Lucinda must have read my mind.

"They're privacy booths. Inside you can see out, but out here you cannot see in."

Lucinda led us to the last one. She stopped at the entrance and gestured with her hand for us to enter. As we walked through the archway, I spotted Bea and Ivy sat with two guys I'd never seen before.

I swallowed a breath. Christ, Bea looked hot. She rose when she saw us, setting her glass down on a small round table. Her red dress was material sin, as it showcased her abundant assets. The V-shaped neckline plunged suggestively, and the fitted bra top hugged her full breasts as did the silky strip of cloth wrapping around her small waist. And as she stepped around the table, the sheer knee-length skirt danced around her legs. Fucking perfect.

I felt drastically warmer than I did a few moments ago.

"Fuck," said Finn as I turned to see the same look of undisguised hunger, his lips twitching slightly.

"Ah, entertainment has arrived." Ivy's smile was evident in her voice.

Ivy too, was dressed to impress, and the guy sat next to her, had his hand resting on her thigh.

Finn's chuckle was low and filthy at the side of me.

"You're here," she said, in a breathy whisper. My hand slid around her waist and I kissed her. Her breasts pushed into me, and the combo of exhilaration and anticipation stung all at once. I was hard in seconds.

"Mmm," she hummed into my mouth as our lips separated. Her baby blues looked dark and inviting as her wet lips parted for her to catch a breath. "You look amazing," I said, pulling back slightly so I could admire all of her again. I wanted another kiss, but she moved past me, toward Finn, her body slotting against his, her breasts now mashed up against his chest.

Finn's hands moved. One hand slid up to cup the back of her neck as the other rested on the base of her spine as Bea pulled his mouth down to hers, her tongue licking across his lips before he captured her lips.

It was the first time I'd watched them kiss and my brain fired off conflicting messages of yes and no, as something hard pressed over my chest, an emotion I couldn't grasp—fear, maybe? But with shot of lust thrown into the mix.

It was both hot and unsettling, but the moan from Finn made my dick twitch again.

As their kiss broke, Bea's cheeks flushed and the look she gave Finn was the same look she gave me. She still wanted us both. I'd wondered if last night was a one off—an experience she'd tick off her list. But no, that look said more than words. She wanted more, not less of us both.

"Ahem..." Ivy cleared her throat. "Now all your mouths have been reacquainted." We turned toward her. "Let me do introductions. Cam, Finn—This is James Charles and his best friend and boss, Zackary Coles, who owns this pretty impressive joint."

I looked across both men, but it was the owner, Zackary Coles that had my attention. His eyes brimmed with curiosity, almost studying me that made me strand straighter, pushing my shoulders back. He rose from his seat, drink in hand. His dark grey tailored suit fitted him to perfection, and no doubt cost a pretty penny.

He held his hand out, and I shook it. "Quite the place you have here, Mr Coles."

"Call me Zack, sweetheart. Is this your first time?" he asked, gripping my hand as if sizing me up. I tipped my head once. "I'd be more than happy to show you around." His gaze travelled over me and then Finn, making me feel just a tad uncomfortable.

I pulled my hand free, but he stepped closer, leaning in so only I heard him speak. "I don't bite, unless you beg."

What the fuck?

He stepped back, and I forced my mouth to shut. Was that a proposition?  Nah, who would do that? I shook the idea away.

Zack sidestepped so the other bloke, James, could step up offering his hand. "Don't mind Zack," his smile was candid. "You're his type, a living, breathing slice of tiramisu."

His type?   Fuck No!

My eyebrows drew together. It was a sure thing that Zackery Coles was a woman's walking fantasy book man. Tall, dark, brooding eyes, described like I'd read in the hundreds of books I'd edited over the years.

But did I feel any kind of attraction to him?—hell no!

A server approached Zack, and he asked them to fetch champagne from his private collection, although he appeared to be drinking whisky or scotch. "We're celebrating tonight," he said, turning his attention back to me.

As the bubbly arrived, I drank my first glass without pause as Bea slipped her hand in mine and tugged me toward a plush sofa. The three of us sat with Bea in the middle.

The server swapped out my empty glass.

"Celebrating what?" asked Finn.

"The nightclubs been operating for two months." He answered Finn's question, but his eyes were on me. "The casino and our private members' only area have just passed their one-month anniversary." He waved his hand around. "It's gone beyond our projections, and the invitation-only open night tonight will no doubt bring in more custom of a certain kind of person."

"What kind of person?" enquired Finn.

My second glass of champagne followed the first. Zack's gaze slipped from mine as he weighed up Finn's question, tilting his head. "The open kind with money who like to pay for their wishes."

I itched to know more but had the strange impression his answers came with intentions.

Shifting my attention to Bea, she looked radiant and relaxed. I pressed my lips to her temple but wanted to devour her mouth instead. Finn's hand had moved to the inside of Bea's knee, his fingertips skimming her skin and I could see raised goosebumps. He was just as attentive toward her as I was. And weirdly, it didn't freak me out as much as I thought it would.

"Tell me Cameron—may I call you Cameron?"

I resisted a frustrated sigh, not wanting to shift my attention from Bea. But I was neither rude nor intimidated by him. "Sure—it's my name," my reply was a little abrupt, but something about him rubbed me up the wrong way.

"Are you fucking them both?" His eyes moved over Bea and Finn and then back to mine. "Exclusively?" I attempted to compose my face as the server took my second empty glass, offering me a third, which I declined. I looked back at Zack, who watched me intently. He sat with crossed legs, ankle over his knee, a glass tumbler in one hand as he waited for me to answer.

It was fair to say I didn't like the bloke.

Bea placed her hand on my upper thigh and squeezed. But it was Ivy who spoke. "Do you come with a filter, Zack?" Ivy sounded amused.

His gaze never left mine, raising his glass to his lips. "No, not when I see something I want."

Fuck. I wasn't sure if I should be freaked out or flattered, but having downed two glasses of champagne and two beers before we'd left home tonight. I was going with a little of both.

"Are you asking him out when clearly he's sat there with my girl?" asked Ivy, her eyes flashed with challenge.

I felt a new appreciation for Ivy and her bluntness.

"No, I don't date, Ivy."  He sipped his drink. "I fuck." His eyes darkened. "And to be clear, I want to fuck Cameron and his friend and your girl too if the offers on the table."

Hell-to-the-fuck—No!

Zack continued. "I don't mind one on one, or all together."

Ivy had no comeback, and my brain stuttered to a halt. Fuck me. The man wasn't backward in coming forward. But if he thought he was getting near me, Bea, or Finn—

Hold up.

I didn't have any right to say who Finn fucked, nor Bea for that matter.

But it didn't stop my mouth from running off. "They're both mine and be in no doubt it's exclusive." I tensed, turning toward Bea whose eyes were wide with appreciation, biting her bottom lip, but it was Finn's eyes I could feel on me and without looking up, they burned.

Keeping my eyes on Bea, from the corner of my vision, I watched Finn's hand slide along the back of the sofa across my shoulder and rested at the back of my neck, under my hairline where I felt his thumb stroke over my skin. My body heated as confusion mixed with some crazed possessiveness churned in my guts.

"That's... disappointing," said Zack. His eyes narrowed. It was obvious the word no wasn't one he heard often.

This was fucking awkward, and I wanted to pull him to one side and tell him to go fuck himself. But it looked like he got the message as he raised his glass but said nothing more.

Thankfully, Lucinda approached us and Zack rose, setting his glass down. "No rest for the wicked." He reached inside his suit jacket. "Be my guest and explore. The private rooms aren't booked out until after midnight." He pulled out a business card and offered it to me. "And if you ever want a fourth, or just you and me, one-on-one sweetheart, then call me." He winked.

I'd rather have my dick chewed off by a zombie. But I gave him a tight-lipped smile and handed his card to Bea.

"Well, that was interesting," muttered Bea, blowing out a breath. "I don't think I've ever met anyone who's more direct than Ivy." She read his card. "Do either of you want to keep this?" She passed a look between me and Finn.

"Fuck no!" we said at the same time as I finally relaxed. Bea flicked the card onto the table.

"Don't let Zack scare you—he's never been one to mince his words," said James in his friend's defence.

"He's fucking gifted, that's for sure," said Ivy downing a full glass of champagne, then reached for James's. "Why didn't you warn us—and why did he hit on Clarke and not me?" she asked James with a hint of disbelief. "I know he looks like a Hollywood version of a hot nerd—but c'mon," she pouted.

Bea giggled next to me. "She's right about you being hot. And I can totally see why he'd try and hit you up."

"What—even without my glasses?" I teased having worn my contacts tonight.

"Ah-hu," she answered.

James laughed, sliding his arms around her shoulder, pulling Ivy toward him, kissing her temple. "Because, my precious underwear thief, I told him he wasn't allowed to look twice at you." He shifted back a fraction. "And friends don't shaft friends."

"Awe, babe, that's so sweet." Ivy tilted her head up and pulled his lips down to hers."

Finn's hand shifted as he picked up his drink. "Bit of a dick, if you ask me," he huffed. "And I'd rather have a beer than this shit."

I smirked. Strangely, it made me feel better that Finn hadn't been interested in him.

Still, my reply to Zack floored me. I'd come across as a possessive jackass.

Bea stretched up, bringing her mouth right against the shell of my ear. As she spoke, her hot breath washed against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Cameron Harte—you don't know how much that turned me on, you being all possessive over me and Finn." Pulling back, her eyes met mine.

My heart skipped as the sudden urge to have her closer overcome me as Bea ran her thumb across my lower lip, making my dick jump for a third time as unexpected images of her laid out naked on the bed with Finn licking down her body.

"You look like you want to kiss me." I snapped out the daydream to see the corner of her sexy mouth quirk up. And then she shifted to straddle me, her skirt rising so I could see the top of her stockings. Her arms draped over my shoulders. "Have you ever had sex in a place like this?" she asked seductively.

What?  "No—have you?"

"Maybe..." Her words electrified my brain. "What if I told you I wanted you touch me... here, now?"

Would she fuck, right here?  Would I?   I nodded curiously, urging her on. "I would say ask...nicely."

She brushed her lips against me in a tease as I slid my hand up the outside of her thighs, around under her arse, pulling her directly over my thickening dick, and devoured her mouth.

Fuck, this woman turned me inside out.

Her soft gasp turned to a moan as she rocked her hips. "Touch me, Cam. I need...something," her voice was needy, hypnotic.

One hand slipped over her thighs, sliding up the inside to trace the outline of the soft slip of material covering her pussy. It was already soaked. Her head fell back, and she gasped, pressing down on my hand. I felt Finn shift closer. His hand slid around the back of her neck, turning her as their mouths met mere inches from me.

My arousal bumped another notch, pressing my thumb against her hidden clit.

As their kiss ended on a gasp, my eyes met Bea's. That look was lethal.

My finger slipped under the damp material, dipping my finger inside her heat. She let her head fall back as Finn's hand tugged at the V of her dress, revealing her bra as his head dipped and he bit her nipple through the material. Her hand shifted to hold him there as the other squeezed my shoulder.

"More... need more." She gasped. I pressed in two fingers, curling them up slightly, but keeping my movements slow. Finn shifted his position, but my attention was on Bea as she raised slightly, but still nudged my erection with each flex of her hips.

Another finger slipped inside, but it wasn't mine as Finn's joined the fun.

"So fucking hot." Gravel seeped into Finn's voice as Bea sucked in a breath.

"Please... I need to come. Close...so close."

"All in good time, beautiful," he said, his head lifting to flash me a knowing smile. "Should we let her, Cam?" he teased. "You decide."

Finn knew I got off on control, never easily giving it up. "I don't think she wants it badly enough."

"Trust me." Her chest heaved. "I do..."

Finn's finger slipped out, followed by a tensing of Bea's muscles and then a gasp.

I knew where his finger was. I was fingering her pussy; his had slipped inside her arse. And from the flush to her face, she enjoyed having her arse fingered.

Good to know.

"Fuck, yes," she panted.

And there was my confirmation. "You like having Finn's fingers fuck your arse whilst I finger your tight cunt, baby?"

I had to ignore the tightness in my pants, my dick ready to burst through the zipper as my pulse ripped through my veins.

"Yes," she let out a whimper that drove me to distraction. "Please... Cam..." I was struggling to hold on to brain power.

Zack's offer of the private room rolled through my head. I pulled my fingers free. "Stop Finn, our girl will have to wait."

Bea's eyes opened with a clear flash of frustration. Her flush covered her cheeks, neck and chest. "Your edging—right now?" she panted.

I'd never practiced edging, but I guess there was a first time for everything. "You'll only come when it's my cock pounding your pussy." I looked sideways at Finn. "And Finn is buried in your sexy as fuck arse."

I swiped my thumb across her clit, her eyes glazed over as a shiver ran across her skin. "You like that idea—picturing what it will look like, feel like to have us both fucking you...sharing you, huh?"

Finn groaned, and I had all her attention. "When you make an offer like that..." she licked across her bottom lip. "I suppose I can wait—a little while."

Yeah, as long as it took me to find Lucinda and she let us use one of those private rooms.

Bea let out a sigh as her thighs lowered, resting on mine. "Will you do something for me, Cam?"

I took the bait. Pulling her closer, I licked across her lip, teasing her lip with my tongue. "Ask anything and it's yours."

"I want to visit the casino first."

What?  That was the last thing I expected her to ask. My head pulled back. "Seriously?" I think I heard both mine and Finn's dicks groan in protest.

"Very," she replied. Her eyes flicked to Finn's, and he nodded.

Fuck... Casino it was.