“What does this class cover?” Phoenix asked.
Why did my insides feel so wiggly? Why couldn’t I breathe?
Looking toward the building the classes were held in, I took a few calming breaths. I’d never see these guys again after three more days. Discomfort wormed through me. Not my usual discomfort, but sadness at the prospect of never seeing them again.
I could do this. “It’s a class on Doms.”
Phoenix thrust his fingertips into his pockets, his thumbs tucked into the top of his jeans causing just enough of the waist to pull down that I could see the V-cut of his muscular abs.
Everest chuckled and I realized I was fanning myself. He said, “We could all strike that pose, if you like.” Without further explanation, he tucked his fingers into his jeans pockets and used his thumbs to pull the top down, but deliberately pulling a little more than Phoenix did.
Two impeccable bodies. They had to be brothers to both be built like that. Shamelessly, my gaze moved to Atlas’ waist. He wasn’t doing it.
A second passed, and he copied them. “Like what you see, babygirl? I’d be happy to show you more later once I’m cleaned up.”
These men were definitely cut from the same cloth but since when did I draw so much attention?
“We all could,” Phoenix added.
Atlas said, “If it’s too much to have the three of us in one room with you, we can keep it to one.”
The pointed nature of his words were clearly designed to corral his brothers.
My gaze shot up to each man’s eyes in turn. Atlas had brown, penetrating eyes. Everest had green, playful eyes. Phoenix had deep blue eyes.
That made me feel a little more sane for not noticing they were brothers. But they all had rugged jawlines, they were all muscular, and their noses were the same.
“I better get to class.”
We parted ways and I tried to process if they were serious. Three brothers with the same woman? Does that really happen in places other than Eggplant Canyon and the Christmas Cherry Auction? Did they really all want me?
A sinking feeling washed over me as I neared the 101 Room. Had my friends figured out where I was? Had they put these guys up to being nice to me? Surely not.
But it made me think of home. I hadn’t seen a picture of my mom’s new husband or his sons. My friends were so certain that I’d fall for my stepbrothers, but that kind of stuff didn’t happen to me.
I made a mental note to ask my mom for a picture of them once I got home. Or I could ask her to text one to me. No. Fornow, I needed to focus on my classes and learning. As Atlas pointed out, learning by doing was the only way to truly know if you liked something, or whatever it was that he’d said.
It was the other thing they’d said that helped me round out my plan though. They were only here to help with the busy week. They weren’t here for anything else.
Today’s mission would be to try something with someone who wasn’t a part of my trio.
The class on Doms opened my eyes to the wide world of Dominants. Their subs didn’t have to be on a leash, wearing a collar. Subs didn’t have to be completely at their Dom’s mercy at all times. They didn’t have to play the 50s housewife… many arrangements were simpler.
I did as before and surveyed the classroom, noting if I even remotely wanted to interact with a man… or woman. After all, I was learning, and maybe I’d missed the mark the whole time.
As I continued considering each student, I turned slightly, and my eyes drifted up a row. A man was staring at me. Oh, my heart skipped a beat.
I darted my gaze to the instructor, noting that my deviant heartbeat wasn’t the same kind I got with my trio. That one was from shock at being stared at.
The lecture turned to Daddy Doms. I needed time to process if one of my trio would make a good Daddy Dom. Atlas was the most likely.
Did that mean I couldn’t have the other two? My mind wandered until class ended. I had to use my thirty minute break to consider what I wanted. I found a quiet space at the end of the hallway, sat on the floor, and pulled out my bookgami.
Easing some of my anxiety with the repetitive nature of folding pages, I finished another section, still slightly unsettled. I checked the time. If I started a new one, I might be late to theSubtle Kink in Public Settingsclass.
If I arrived late, too many eyes would turn to me. I opted to take my seat early and used the 5-4-3-2-1 technique to finish settling my nerves.
Five things I could see: the empty theater-style seats, the wooden flooring, the podium, the blank board the instructor would write on, and my bookgami project in my bag—that was begging me to go back to my cabin.
