“Roxy, did you know he took me?”
She shakes her head at the same time she answers. “Not at all. I came to get him to help me find you. I knew it had to be someone who knew you, who knew where you lived. Honestly, I thought it might have been our freak ass non step brother especially after that dinner. So I came to get Ezra’s help.” She shifts her eyes to him, a bit of a glare in them. “But as he spoke, and I listened and observed, I started to realize the true story.”
“It led to us having a conversation and coming to a mutual agreement,” Ezra adds.
“An agreement?” I raise my eyebrow, trying to process this weird ass conversation.
“Yes. We both love you. Insanely. If it came to a choice between us we knew you wouldn’t pick either of us. So as much as I hate it, we came to a mutual understanding that makes everyone happy.”
Roxy shrugs. “Look, I’m not gonna lie—I had a moment walking in the living room where I thought, this is it, this is how I end up in some dude’s crawlspace, murdered and duct-taped to a water heater. But I wasn’t leaving without knowing you were safe.”
She glances at Ezra again, less of a glare this time. “So I dug deep, found my steel balls buried somewhere in my purse, and marched in like I owned the place. I demanded he tell me everything and show me you were okay.”
“And then,” she adds, almost grudgingly, “he asked if we could talk while we waited for you to wake up. And we did.”
Chapter 30
Felicity
“Yeah,”Ezrasmirks,“wetook the time while you were, umm… resting, to get to know each other. We’re not besties, but we do have a common desire, and that’s you.”
“We both want to let bygones be bygones and accept that both of us are a part of your life. That is, if you can forgive us and want a relationship that we can share. Each of us has something to bring to the relationship, and that’s our love and psychotic devotion to you.” Roxy bites her lip, almost as a nervous tic as she waits for my response.
“So, the two of you?” I move my finger between them.
Some form of no, with varying expletives comes from them in unison.
“Fuck no!” Ezra shouts, a look of disdain on his face. “There’s nothing about her I’m remotely interested in.”
“Ditto asshole. I don’t want that meatstick between your legs.”
“Stop. I got it. There’s no attraction between the two of you. It’s only for me, and you have no intention of swapping sexual favors with each other.”
“Never. We want our own time with you. As we get closer and this new grouping progresses further, we will have to frequently talk and adjust. Ezra is purely on a Felicity diet and I’ll die from contact with a dick. And well, I’m on the Felicity diet as well.” She winks and I want to smile, to laugh, but I’m still processing.
“But it doesn’t mean we won’t make…” Ezra clears his throat as if his next words are going to burn his throat, “concessions for you. Not the two of us together, but the three of us in bed together. Each of us pleasuring you. Making you feel like the goddess you are.”“But you’ve been so adamant that you couldn’t share Ezra. Why change now? Especially if you went to the lengths you did.” I ask.
Ezra leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and stares at the floor for a long beat. “This isn’t easy for me,” he finally says. “You know how I am—how I’ve been. I wanted to keep you in this little box, all for myself. I didn’t want to share you with the world, let aloneher.”
He glances at Roxy, but it’s not hostile. Just honest.
“But then I saw you with her. And it wasn’t just sex. It was… it was light. You were shining in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. And it scared the shit out of me.”
He exhales, jaw clenched. “And when I saw you together in the stream, I thought I’d lost you.For good.That made me realize something ugly about myself—about the way I love you. It’s selfish. Possessive. I still want you. Only you. But I want you happy more than I want you just mine.”
He clears his throat, eyes narrowing a little like the words might kill him. The air in the room shifts—thick with intent, warm with anticipation. Are they really saying what I think they are? Each of them is willing to share me, to ensure my happiness. To not make me choose between them.
“Are you okay, Baby?” Ezra scoots closer, his hand reaching out to cup my face.
“No. No, I’m not. My body feels like I’ve been run over by a semi,” I respond. “You’re proclaiming your love for me, and the willingness to share, but you’ve gone about this all wrong.” With my hands on my thighs, I push myself up, my balance sure this time as I look at them both. “I’ve been with Ezra longer, and our connection firm until recently. What I’ve had with Roxy is almost epic. And both of them are love stories for the ages,” I say with a sad smile. I take another deep breath as I blink back a tear forming.
“But I can’t do this—I won’t do this—and neither of you get to act like you don’t understand why.” I walk to the door and begin the descent, heading toward the front door. The first rays of sunlight stream through the blinds. I can hear them following me, and before I reach for the doorknob, I turn to Roxy. “Take me home. I’ll grab a few things and drive to Mom’s and Calvin’s house.”
Her face crumples, the pain evident, like I kicked her in the gut. There’s a tremble as she stands beside Ezra, a stutter as she breathes in. But she nods and moves to get her keys.
Ezra’s feet remain planted, but he rubs his hands down his face before locking them behind his neck. He rarely blinks, as if every second is precious, and perhaps it is for him. But there’s so many memories filling the space in my head that I only give that a fleeting thought. With a hesitant nod, my lips quiver when he asks for me to call him when I’m ready to talk.
I don’t speak as we pass the blurry landscape in Roxy’s car. And once we’re home, it only takes a few moments to pack a bag. She stands just inside the doorway to the cam room, which raises the question in my mind if I still want to do that. Obviously, I’d have to use the rooms at Behind the Lens again. But then I’d wonder if every name that pops up on the screen is them. If they’re finding a way to worm their way into my life.
