How We Are: A MFM romance

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Ezra

He needs more than me. We stare at Dominique who's come back, this time nursing a soda instead.

He needs more than me. That's what this is about really. Maybe it's just the deranged musing of a possessive lunatic but that's how I feel.

It makes my stomach drop to the bottom of my feet.

I'm thoughtful. I make sure he eats, keep his clothes clean and ironed, the bed made. I give him a home, give him my love, give him my everything.

I give up my control to him.

But he needs more than me. I'm pretty. I know that I'm pretty I'm handsome, I'm attractive, he's attracted to me. Anyone would want me, men, women, and everyone in between.

And I keep myself in shape for him. I go to the gym I don't eat that extra donut because...

But he needs more than that. He needs more than me. He needs her. And it's my fault for introducing her, or her fault for catching his attention, or his fault for noticing or maybe it's my fault for caring.

He's busy working. Whatever Cain puts his mind to he does a hundred percent. He's focused in, the orders are complex today. The day flies by. I'm focused on her. She doesn't look at either of us. Why does she come so early?

She stays from 6 until close. It's 5 hours. Why wouldn't she just come at 10? And what is she wearing?! High heels and a loose dress.

Before I know it, before I'm ready, we're alone. The three of us. Cain emerges from the kitchen, turning the light off in the back as he does. He grumbles a fuck, before inspecting the dining area.

Then he looks at me. He surveys me briefly, shifting his gaze over to her.

"So...how exactly is this supposed to work?" He asks.

Dominique shrugs. "I'm not sure. I've never done this before."

I pull my lip between my teeth for a moment, looking at Cain. He meets me eye, raising a brow, silently asking once again if I want to do this.

I contemplate saying no.

But I nod and he nods back.

"We live not far from here. We can give you the address. It's been a long day, let's go back to ours, shower and figure it out," he decides. "Ezra," he nods to me.

I follow him as he begins moving. Dominique follows us out of the store. Cain locks up as we stand over by the sidewalk.

"Shouldn't you be more cautious," I ask her. "Going to two strange mens' house at 12am, alone. For a threesome?"

She smiles and the shrugs. "I probably should."
I frown deeply. "Then—"

"Let's go, Ezra."

• • •

Cain kisses me softly. His hand cups the back of my neck. Dominique sits on the bed, looking between the two of us.

Cain tightens his grip on me. Dominique leans back on her hands. She's watching. I look down. She's watching us.

Cain pulls me behind him, taking his shirt off. Dominique's brows raise at his physique. I'm oddly proud, like I'm showing him off to her.

Cain approaches her next. I thought she might be more assertive. She certainly is to me, anyway. But I don't meet many people who are assertive in the face of Cain.

He grabs her face. "You're awfully quiet," he murmurs. "You still want this?"

Dominique looks at me. I blink back at her, as Cain holds her still. He glanced back at me.

We're quiet for a moment before she nods. Cain pushes her back, his lips tracing her neck and chest. Dominique's eyes close, as his large hands fondle her breasts, pulling off her shirt.

Cain's eyes on her now. Just her. His lips wrapped around her nipples, hands caressing her thighs.

He waves for me to come closer, not looking up from his task. I oblige, lavishing her with my attention as well.

She lets out a small sigh. Her thighs try to clench, but Cain won't have it. He divings in, throwing her legs over his shoulders. I look over he face. She's so pretty.

I don't know if I hate her, for taking his attention. I don't know if I can. She's too gorgeous to be hated I think. I decide on strongly dislike, grabbing her face between my hands, and kissing her.