Authors note: this story is for adults. Heavy with the warnings here, folks. Also, this story is about 2 women and a man getting involved in a sexual relationship. If that bothers you, please feel free not to read. You have been warned.

Also this is dedicated to laurenwolfe12 and _Dark_Romantic because it was requested and encouraged by them ❤ enjoy!

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"Oh my God," I called out, slamming my laptop shut. I tossed it aside and stared up at my ceiling.

"Is everything okay?" Shayne asked as she carefully pushed my bedroom door open. I looked up to see her entering with her hand over her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" I laughed.

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah...why wouldn't I be?" I watched her slowly remove her hand from her eyes and approach me slowly.

Shayne laughed nervously as she sat on the edge and I sat against the headboard to see her better. Suddenly I started putting it all together. "Did you think I was..."

She blushed a little and nodded. "You said, 'Oh my God' so I just thought."

"And yet you walked in without knocking?" When my friend stared at me, I popped her in the head with a pillow and chuckled lightly.

"Sorry!" she called out, covering her head from more blows.

"Who would I even have in here, Shayne?" I huffed. "Have you seen me date anyone since...well, my last mistake?"

She gulped loudly and shrugged. "I thought maybe you were, ya know...getting busy by yourself."

I covered my eyes with my hands and scoffed. "No! With the door open?"

"You thought I was gone."

I uncovered my eyes when she nudged my shoulder with hers and moved to sit beside me. "You know there's nothing wrong with a little self-service, don't you?"

I visibly cringed. "I don't feel entirely comfortable with this topic, Shayne."

"Do you even own a B.O.B?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, Cami," she sighed. "You don't have one?"

I shifted uncomfortably when she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. In one way, I was relieved that we didn't have to talk about it anymore, but on the other hand, I was pretty sure she would be back.

"Oh Cami," she called to me from her bedroom in a sing-song voice. "I got a surprise for you."

I groaned as I climbed off the bed and trudged down the hall to her bedroom. Her door was wide open, which was no big surprise. Shayne was my polar, opposite in almost every way. She was a petite blonde with small features and a body tight from working out and teaching yoga classes. Her confidence in her body was a wonder to me. And she had no trouble catching a guy's attention when she wanted it.

I, on the other hand, was average height, a little on the heavier side, but I was working on that. When I broke up with my live-in boyfriend last year, I had been trying to lose all the weight I'd gained since I met him. Part of me knew he wanted to keep me fat because he thought no one would want me. When the weight began to come off, Shannon, the ex, decided to fill the pantry with my favorite snacks. He never made it easy for me.

So when I joined a gym, I met Shayne at yoga and Chance was my trainer. Did I mention that we also have male room mate? We do. He's been Shayne's friend since high school and when I decided to leave Shannon, they offered me a place to stay.

So a whole year had gone by. And with their help and a major change in my diet I've nearly reached my goal. I'll never look like Shayne though. I come from a family of fat asses so I will always be more curvy, but I'm finally okay with that. And that brings me to why I was yelling in my bedroom.

I entered Shayne's room to find her on her bed, similar to how we were sitting in my room a few minutes ago. She patted the spot in front of her and encouraged me to join her. "Are you gonna tell me what B.O.B means?" I demanded.

She laughed. She had a nice laugh and a great voice. There wasn't a whole lot I didn't like about her. In school, she would have been the girl I hated, skinny without trying, tight body that she had no problem showing off and she always looked beautiful.

"First tell me what you were so upset about earlier," she urged as she reached for my hand. I let her hold it, even though it felt strange to me. I'm not the affectionate type. With a lover, I am. But not with anyone else. But with Shayne, I had to adapt. She's the touchy, feely type that likes to hug or throws her arm around you while walking in a store.

"Wait! Do we need wine for this?"

When I hesitated, she sped off in search of some and came back with a bottle of moscato and two glasses. A little while later, we had nearly finished the bottle and I had nearly finished my story.

"I just hate that I can't post a picture of myself without dealing with all the creepy messages that come with it."

She cringed. "Pervies trying to slide in your DMs? That's the worst. I'm sorry."

I stretched out across the width of her bed, lying on my side and propped up on one elbow. "Yeah, I mean, I've worked hard and just because I post a selfie, that doesn't mean I'm looking for someone, you know?"

Shayne copied my pose, facing me before topping off my wine glass and taking a big swig of her own. "I totally get it, Cami. You look great and the attention shouldn't surprise you, but you're right. Getting hit on my strangers is just weird."

"It's not that I don't want to meet someone. Just not like that. Not some random fuckboy who starts a conversation with 'hey beautiful' or 'you look hot' because...ewww."

"It's too bad there aren't more guys out there like Chance," she murmured as she looked at me from behind her wine glass.

"Chance?" I nearly choked. "Yeah, I guess he's okay."

The truth was...I had a bit of a crush on our roommate. He was so different than how I had imagined he would be when I first met him. I could've died when they paired me up with him at the gym when I said I wanted a trainer. He looked like your basic Greek god and I assumed anyone that beautiful had to have the biggest ego and the worst attitude.

I was wrong. Chance helped me so much. Not only did he help get me in shape, but his constant encouragement helped me get back some of the confidence I had lost in my relationship with Shannon. And one night when the three of us had gone clubbing and I'd run into Shannon, Chance had come to my rescue.

As my ex berated me for dancing with Shayne and wearing a skirt that was too short, and in general, being a dick to me, Chance slid up behind me. Shannon's eyes went wide when Chance wrapped his muscled, tattooed arms around me and kissed my temple. My ex sneered as Chance held me tightly, snarling the word 'slut' at me as he started to walk away.

It was all I could do to pull Chance away and stop him from beating that weasel's ass. The little crush I had felt for him multiplied times ten when he pushed his hand through my hair, held the back of my neck, and asked me if I was okay. All I could do was nod. He was so close, his eyes twinkled with concern, and the sheer masculinity radiating off of him as he held himself back from that fight was overpowering.

I fought the urge to kiss him that night as he helped my drunk ass to bed. We were roommates. I couldn't mess up the dynamic of the house by making a pass at him, could I? Surely he would've laughed in my face and I would have to deal with that particular rejection every time we passed each other in the hallway.

No thanks.

"You like him, don't you?"

Shayne's question brought me out of my thoughts. I sat up and gulped down the rest of my wine. Her gaze was too intense and her questions too personal. I always had a hard time lying to her. "He's...really beautiful...and sweet, but..."

"You like him."

I chuckled nervously as I topped off my wine glass. "No. He's totally out of my league. I mean look at you and look at me. Why would he ever go for me?"

I spoke into my glass as Shayne sat up and shifted beside me. "You don't have to compare yourself to me or anyone else, Cami. You are amazing just as you are."

"I'll never look like you..."

"Who says you have to?" she laughed as she nudged my shoulder with hers.

I turned to face her and I sighed. "You're just more his type. More athletic and petite."

She brushed my hair over my shoulder and scoffed. "Who says that I'm his type?"

"You're everybody's type, Shayne."

"Even yours?" she whispered after waiting a beat.

"Mine?"

My heart stopped when Shayne leaned toward me, her hand shakily cupping my chin as she brushed her lips over mine. She pulled away slowly, her dark lashes fluttering open before she gazed up at me to gauge my reaction. I stared at her for a moment, not sure what to do next.

She gulped loudly as a blush crept across her cheeks. "I don't know why I did that. Please don't be mad at me..."

I cut off her speech by pressing my lips to hers, a little more pressure behind it. I felt her fingers in my hair as I slid my arm around her waist. We kissed and caressed each other cautiously, softly, neither of us brave enough to go any further.

"What the fuck is this?"

I jerked away from Shayne and my gaze snapped up to find Chance glaring down at us. His security guard uniform shirt was unbuttoned completely, displaying his toned chest and rock hard abs. He must have been on the way to the shower when he discovered us.

His eyes snapped from me to her, his jaw tight but his lip curling into a sneer. "I cannot fucking believe you," he snapped before exited the room.

"Oh God," I sighed. "He hates me."

I felt Shayne's hand on my forearm briefly before she pressed a kiss to my temple and fled her room as well. I sat there with my head in my hands and tried to make sense of what had just happened. I was enjoying myself with Shayne. Sure it was a little strange, but exploring that kiss with her was exciting.

I could hear Shayne and Chance in the hall. Their voices were hushed but he was obviously still upset. Why should he even care? Was he that much of a homophobe? Anger made the skin on the back of my neck prickle. Suddenly, I was tired of hiding and feeling ashamed. He invaded our privacy and he had no right to be pissed.

I jumped up and stomped out into the hall. I caught the tail end of their argument.

"I just don't know how you could do that to me, Shayne. Fuck. You know how I feel, don't you? We've talked about this plenty of times," he growled at her, completely towering over her.

"Leave her alone," I ordered from the other end of the hall.

Chance jerked his head up and caught my gaze. His face twisted painfully and from what he had said, I realized he was jealous. I approached them slowly, moving to stand next to an upset Shayne. "I'm sorry if you didn't like what you saw back there, but honestly...it's none of your business," I challenged.

His face hardened and he took a step closer to me. "Is that so?" he grumbled in that low, sexy voice of his.

"Yeah," I charged right back at him, moving closer and standing toe to toe with him. He towered over me as he was at least a good six inches taller than me. But I refused to be intimidated. "You wanna hit me?"

His brow furrowed dramatically and his eyes went wide. "Why in the fuck would I hit you?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to appear tougher than I was. I always liked Chance, probably a lot more than I should. It killed me to think he hated me for taking Shayne away from him. I wish I had known.

I could have stayed away from both of them.

Chance raised an eyebrow and huffed in annoyance when I didn't answer him. I finally retorted, "If I had known you were interested, then nothing would have happened between us."

His gaze softened and he lifted his hand to the side of my face. "I fucked up, Cami. I never told you how I felt..."

I shoved his hand away and sighed. "No, you didn't. Instead you expected me to read your mind and I had no idea you wanted Shayne like that. I know how to respect boundaries, Chance."

Chance took a step back and chuckled. "Shayne?"

I shrugged and nodded. "That's who I was kissing. Did you forget?"

Chance glanced at Shayne, who just hung her head. Then he returned his attention back to me. "I don't have a thing for Shayne. That's not what this is about."

I clenched my jaw and sighed deeply. "Really, Chance? So you are this upset because you saw us kissing? What are you... homophobic?"

Chance ran his tongue over his teeth and made a clicking sound. His eyes blazed with anger as he stepped closer to me, forcing me to back myself against the wall. "You don't know anything, Cami."

"Then enlighten me, asshole. Why are you out here going off on Shayne when you're obviously pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at you...I'm pissed at myself," he growled, as he pressed his body against mine.

I pushed him back with my flattened palms but he didn't move an inch. His hard body was a solid wall and there was no way for me to peel myself away. Especially when his gaze was as hard as his body was. Even in that moment of anger between us, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.

"Why are you pissed at yourself?" I demanded, my eyes darting back and forth for the answer as if I would find it in his eyes.

He raised both hands and pressed them to the wall behind me. He leaned his body impossibly closer to mine, nearly pushing his forehead to mine before muttering, "I'm pissed because I missed my chance."

I blinked up at him, confused by the heat between us. He was struggling to keep his breathing even. At first I had taken that as a sign that he wanted to kill me, now I wasn't so sure. "What chance?"

He licked his lips as his gaze drifted down to my mouth for a moment before he shook his head hard and walked away from me. He ripped his shirt off his body and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door as he went. "Fuck!" I heard him shout from behind the door.

Shayne sighed and reached for me, but I twisted away and retreated into my room. I sagged against the back of my door as my mind replayed everything. I fucked up. I pushed away the two people I cared the most about.

I moved to sit on the edge of my bed, my mind wandering back to all the good times I've had since I've lived here. My model beautiful friends treated me better than any boyfriend ever had. I loved the nights when Chance had a night off from his security guard job and would get sucked into watching a serial killer documentary with me until we both fell asleep on the couch.

Shayne and I always had the best time going out, dressing up and having drinks on the occasional weekend. She never ditched me, even when the cute guys persistently wanted to take her home. She also wouldn't let me go home with anyone she didn't trust. I loved our friendship, but what happened today would surely fuck everything up.

How could it not?

When I heard Chance leave the bathroom after his shower, I steeled myself to go talk to him. I had to fix this somehow. This wasn't a traditional friendship where we could give each other the space we needed to work things out because we lived together. And I would be damned if we lived out our days in weird, uncomfortable silence.

I made my way across the hall, nervously rubbing my hands on my pajama shorts before I raised my hand to knock. I noticed his door was cracked and in a moment of bravery, I eased it open, hoping I would catch him off guard before he could throw me out.

"Chance..." I whispered when I saw him sitting in his favorite armchair, facing the open window. "Can we talk?"

His head had been resting on the back of his chair, his body and face blocked from my view. His shoulders tensed as I stepped inside and closed the door.

"Get out," he ordered, still not making eye contact with me.

"Don't do this, please. I wanna try to fix this so we can be friends again."

"Just leave me the fuck alone," he whimpered, his breath coming in short gasps.

Against my better judgment, I moved closer, impatiently needing to settle everything between us now instead of later. "Chance," I huffed as I crossed the room and stood in front of him.

Chance glared up at me as my gaze drifted to his lap. He was naked, his body still wet from the shower. His hand was buried under his towel, his face flushed and red. I choked when I realized what he had been doing.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath as my eyes darted away. The outline of his hand wrapped firmly around his hard length could easily be detected under the thin, white towel. "I'm an idiot," I declared as he stared up at me.

I let my attention wander back to his lap as he adjusted himself, tugging a little on his balls as his impressive erection bobbed under the towel. "I guess we all need to work on boundaries," he joked, a small smile starting to form on his adorable mouth.

I laughed a little as I hung my head. "Yeah, I guess so. But," I looked up to see his smile was still there and his hard-on wasn't going down. "I thought you were disgusted by what you caught us doing."

Chance threw his head back and laughed like I had just told the best joke ever. When he brought his gaze back to my blushing face, he shook his head and smiled even wider. "Who could be disgusted at the sight of two gorgeous women kissing?"

I collapsed down onto the window seat behind me before I tried to unravel the mystery that was Chance Connor. "But you went off on me..."

He chuckled and I couldn't help but notice that his hand was wrapped around himself again. He wasn't moving it, just holding it. And still hard as a rock. "I didn't go off on you, Cami. I told you. I was mad that I missed my chance."

"For what?"

Chance scoffed and leaned forward, finally letting himself go before gripping both of my arms in his huge hands. He pulled me toward him gently, causing me to kneel in front of him. I felt my whole body flame as he gazed down at me in this submissive position before him.

"I wanted the chance to kiss you like that. And I never hold back when I want something. I mean never," he stressed as his hands kept a firm grip on me. "But with you? Fuck...I don't know what I'm doing."

My head was swimming. My mind just couldn't comprehend that the gorgeous man who had been sleeping across the hall from me for the past 12 months, was admitting that he wanted me. Me. It was too good to be true. And now I've found him naked and needy, pleasuring himself to what I can only assume is a vision of me and Shayne?

Was this a package deal? Would he only want me if she were involved?

My silence seemed to set Chance on edge. He furrowed his brow in defeat and leaned back into the chair once more. I gasped when the towel slid from his lap and landed on the floor. His eyes went wide and I'm sure mine were wider when I caught sight of what he'd been hiding from me.

Holy shit he was beautiful.

Absently I lurched forward when he tried to retrieve the towel. I pushed his hands aside and hovered over him as my fingers trailed up his thighs. His breathing sped up as he couldn't take his eyes off of me. My lips were mere inches from being wrapped around him. My hands inched closer as I debated my next move.

"Please?" he panted as his chest heaved.

I got a surge of confidence when I found myself in a power of position. There was no doubting how much he wanted me. The way his cock twitched in front of me when I gazed at it, was all the confirmation I needed.

I let my thumbs drag up the inside of his thighs as my hands squeezed his thick upper leg muscles. Chance struggled to keep his eyes open as I wrapped both hands around him, twisting gently in a corkscrew motion. His fingers creeped up my forearms and came to land on the sides of my neck.

I sighed appreciatively when I noticed the way Chance's erection leaned toward me, all but begging me to take a lick. I wasn't the most skilled in this area. I was so scared I would disappoint him with my lack of expertise. But all those fears were squelched when my tongue darted out to collect the moisture dripping from the tip and Chance groaned in response.

I kept my eyes on him, my hands continuously moving, all in an effort to learn what he liked. His arousal was like the rest of his body, hard and even harder to take your eyes off of. As my mouth slid over the head, Chance gasped and let his fingers tangle into my hair. "Feels so good," he growled playfully.

I let my mouth slide over him, again and again until he began lifting his hips to meet my strokes. I felt his hands grip my neck, pulling me away and guiding my mouth to his. "I can't take it anymore," he mumbled against my lips, his smile undeniable. "I gotta kiss you now."

I nodded and leaned closer, trailing my fingers over all the ink covering his stomach and arms. I smoothed my fingers up the designs until I was gripping the back of his head. "Then kiss me," I taunted as my lips hovered over his.

A growl came from the back of his throat as his hands moved down my back and over my ass. I gasped when he leaned forward and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as he carried me across the room. "Last chance to back out," he hummed against my neck, his voice laced with need.

"No way," I panted when he dropped me on the center of his bed. My stomach was twisted in knots and the deep recesses of my mind screamed for me not to ruin our relationship, but fuck that noise. I needed him. I had wanted this for too long.

He stood over me, gazing down at me like a steak he'd been waiting all day to eat. I was flat on my back, knees bent, mind going wild at all the possibilities. I sucked in a harsh breath when he grabbed both ankles and held them together, high in the air. "This is what I've been wanting," he breathed as he licked up the back of each calf. "You in my bed, waiting for me to have my way with you."

I shivered as he separated my legs and knelt between them. "I want you," I whimpered. "Please."

"Oh my God."

Both of our heads snapped to the doorway, where Shayne stood with her mouth gaping open. "Oh fuck," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

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This is Chance. I can't wait to bring you part 2.