I had never woken up in the arms of two men before, but as the sun poured on my face, I had to smile. I felt oddly happy. When I met Noah at the party, I had a feeling that I’d fall into some amount of trouble, but I didn’t realize just how far I’d go to please them.

“Morning, stud.” Adam was already up. He was holding the camera in his hand tightly like a strap-on. I strained my eyes to see against the piercing, bright light. He snapped a picture before I could even react.

“Hey. Get that thing out of here,” I said.

All of this was par for the course. Fucking a photographer was one thing. Wearing panties for him and his boyfriend? Well, shit. That was a whole other world of trouble. Now he had me on film. I shuddered when I remembered the Kenny Lorel photos.

A sinking feeling hit the center of my stomach. Where was this going? Did they want a relationship or were they just going to fuck with my head like the last guy? I had to ask.

“Last night’s little photo session… are you going to publish the prints of those?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry. I don’t publish anything without the muse’s consent,” Adam said. “In the end, it’ll be up to you. You choose. Okay?”

I was still unsure. Noah groaned and opened his eyes. “He’s telling the truth,” he muttered, still half asleep. “He wouldn’t fuck you over like that.”

“Muse…” I whispered. “So, that’s it? I’m your muse?”

Adam smiled. “A creator has to have a muse, right?”

My ass felt like it had welts on it. My whole body was rigid and sore. Last night was totally insane, but it was hot. “Can muse’s my age get pregnant?” I asked.

The question was somewhat of a joke, but as soon as I said it, I felt worried. We didn’t use protection, and I felt them both knot inside of me. Not that it mattered, really. I was probably too old to get pregnant, and I didn’t really feel like I was in heat. But stranger things had happened in this world, and I shouldn’t have taken such a risk with two strong alphas.

“I can buy you a test if you want,” Adam said. “Just let me know what you need. I never want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

“I was kidding,” I said, sitting up. “There’s no way I can get pregnant.” Right?

I gently got out of the covers, realizing I was completely naked. My cock pressed against my abdomen. Adam, of course, couldn’t help but take another snapshot for the photo book.

I shirked the camera lens’ gaze. “Ugh. I’m going to have to get used to this, aren’t I?”

Adam lowered his camera and swung it behind his back. Walking toward me, he wrapped his hands around my waist and lovingly kissed my neck before dragging his finger against my lips. “I’m done. Promise,” he said.

No, I decided. I wanted more of it. Screw Kenny Lorel. His legacy wouldn’t have agency over me anymore.

“You don’t have to be done,” I whispered, kissing him again. “Keep taking pictures. I want to make something real with you guys. I want to show this to the world.”

“We rented a warehouse. We can use it today if you’re serious,” Noah said.

“It’s beautiful too. Huge. Spacious,” Adam added.

I grinned and suddenly felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders. “Let’s do it.”

Noah yawned and stretched his arms wide before slapping my ass hard. “Good. I’ll call our crew and tell them to dress the place up for us. Adam seems inspired enough to work today,” Noah said.

“Inspiration comes when it comes,” Adam said, quickly snapping a picture at Noah too.

“Inspiration comes when you come.” Noah’s hard eye roll made me crack up.

“Very funny,” Adam muttered and took another picture. “Honestly, I think I’ve finally hit a stride with things. This feels…”

But he let himself trail off without finishing the thought. “What were you going to say?” I hounded him. “That this feels good? That you love spending time with a third.” Noah ran his hand up my back.

“Right,” he corrected me. “This feels right. I feel like we all came together for a reason.”

“You and your spiritual mumbo-jumbo,” Noah said.

But I knew what Adam was talking about. When they were both deep inside of me, I felt it too. The bond. The incredible feeling before the light takes over – it was something I always thought of as love. Were my emotions leading me astray? Were the three of us falling for each other?

I gulped and suddenly felt unsure of myself again. “It did feel like that, didn’t it?” I asked.

Noah looked at me, silently staring into my eyes. “Maybe,” he said.

Maybe? Really? Adam and I both gave our best sour faces. “Go on, Noah,” Adam said, nudging at him.

“Don’t,” Noah said.

Adam laughed and turned to me. “Noah has had a fat crush on you since the party,” he said.

“Ugh, you just have to ruin everything, don’t you?” Noah said, walking away. “No secrets in this house. Nope.”

I thought it was pretty cute, but I knew Adam had revealed things too soon. “I guess I’m good at pressing people’s buttons,” Adam whispered.

“Isn’t that your profession?” I asked him.

“Pressing buttons?” Adam shrugged and started for the kitchen. “It’s a specialty of mine. Beware.”

I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but maybe I should have. Dating a creative genius was risky business. Anyone who has ended up in the bed of a rock star knows that. But dating an artist and his manager? Fuck, that was uncharted territory for ninety-nine percent of the human population.

The three of us gathered around the coffee pot, watching the black liquid rise to the brim. I happily stared. This was my favorite ritual of the day. “Smells like heaven,” I moaned.

“Noah makes the best coffee,” Adam said. Noah smiled and let him kiss his forehead.

I eased the tension. “I’m glad I spent the night,” I said.

Noah finally loosened up. “I’m glad too,” he said. Adam eyed us, silently sipping his coffee.

I grabbed the nearest mug and eagerly poured. The liquid was too hot to drink, and I quickly burned my tongue. The harsh sting, however, was nothing compared to how sore my body felt. In fact, I don’t think I had ever taken a thumping like that in my life.

At the breakfast table, we were like a little family or tribe. We ate our eggs, bacon, and toast in curious silence, but every so often, we looked up from our plates to snicker. The whole time, Adam took pictures. When we were finished eating, I could have gone home. The only issue was that I didn’t want to. At all.

So I didn’t leave.

I wanted to find out what made them tick. I thought I had an idea, but there was always more to find out.

Adam dragged me out of my silence. “You don’t have anything to do today, right?” he asked. “You’re cool to take some more photos?”

I feigned like I was busy because I didn’t want to seem too eager, but it was already so apparent that I had no plans. “I have to clear out some shit at the club, but that can wait a couple of days,” I said.

“I wish I could just give you the money,” Adam said.

Noah sat down next to us and spread his feet onto the marble table. “Soon. After we get the money from this exhibition, we can help,” Noah said. “First, we need another advance if we want to keep paying for the rental equipment.”

Their desire to help was more than enough. Regrettably, the club had to go. The location was terrible, and the number of guys that came to cruise had started to dwindle over the years. It was time.

“It’s just a bummer. That club was your creation. Your livelihood. It’s a part of you,” Adam said, suddenly standing up in a fit of passion.

“He gets dramatic sometimes,” Noah whispered.

I chuckled, but I did feel that way sometimes. It used to be such a tight-knit crew of people. It’s where I got my start in the fetish community, and it’s where Leo and I really discovered who we were and wanted to be. But even though that was true, a part of me knew that life wanted me to move on to bigger and better things.

“I’m hitting my forties. It’s time to move on,” I said.

“Maybe,” Adam said. He wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but he respected me and let the subject go.

“Either way, the warehouse is waiting. We can take move on over there.” Adam’s daring eyes were enough to get me riled up, so of course, I agreed.

I felt my heart flutter with excitement. This was it. We were going to embark on something real, sexy, and groundbreaking. Like art… was last night art?

“Let’s do it,” I said.

“Great. You’re going to love the space. It’s perfect for what we want to do,” Adam said.

“I can’t wait,” I said.

But first, I had to slip into the shower. I freshened up, letting my body fall into the warm steam. I closed my eyes and smiled. It felt like we were going to conquer the world.

From the beginning, I was too ashamed to tell anyone. My kink always felt like another side of myself, this shadowy figure that hid behind the curtains of my desire. I wasn’t going to beat around the bush anymore. No more hiding. I was going to show my other side.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off and stared at the pile of women’s lingerie in front of me. There were so many options to choose from, but I knew which pair I’d wear first. I held the white panties in between my fingers, letting the soft cotton drape over my knuckles. I stepped my ankles through the openings and slid them up and over my hips.

They fit perfectly.

I pushed the bathroom door open and stood in the hallway. Adam and Noah paused. “God damn,” Adam hissed. Curling his finger, he beckoned me toward them.

I walked until I felt the slow controlling arms of Adam take control. Noah came from behind, kissing the back of my neck. The three of us extended our tongues out, tasting one another until the feeling got to be a little too much.

“We should wait,” I said. “We have to take the pictures first.”

They agreed. There was a lot to take care of today. Stepping out of the apartment, we drove to the warehouse, located in a derelict area of town I hadn’t known existed. When we got there, I stepped out of the car, intently eyeing the giant monolith of a building.

“It’s massive,” I whispered in awe.

Adam stepped forward, heels crunching against the gravel. “Just wait until you see the inside,” Adam said.

I trusted Adam’s vision and the whole process. I wasn’t from the art world, and a lot of it didn’t make sense to me, but this entire adventure we had set out on was so exciting and new.

Walking inside, I had to pause. I had never seen anything like it before. “Holy shit,” I said. “Is this… for real?”

“It’s real,” Noah said. “Real expensive.”

This couldn’t be cheap. It was three times the size of the Leather and Lace. Enormous lighting fixtures were stuck up all around the cement building. Red velvet curtains hung around the walls. On the floor, roses were scattered. Every single inch of the cement was decorated. Lit in neon, the words “Omega in Lace” flickered on the back wall.

I walked over the sign and lowered my body. “It’s just so beautiful,” I said.

“We made it for you,” Noah said.

Adam kissed him sweetly before walking to the center of the room. “This is yours. All yours.”

I let that sink in for a second. When I felt comfortable, I took off the clothes over the lingerie. I walked to the center of the warehouse and dropped back down to my knees, extending my ass into the air.

I heard the sharp clicking noise of Adam’s camera. I felt the power within it flow throughout my body.

“Look into the camera,” he said. Click.

Adam came up from behind me, hiking my ass higher. “I said, look into the camera. I want to feel you without touching you.”

I stared at the camera lens until I felt like I was looking right through it. Adam snapped a few more shots. “Good, but I want to see you directly in front of the sign.”

Hours passed. Lowering the camera, Adam checked the screen. The time had gone by so fast that I barely had time to process it.

“These are fucking great. They’ll be the frontrunners of the show,” Adam said. “I think all that’s left is finding a gallery who’s interested. Noah, what do you think?”

Coughing awkwardly, Noah stepped forward. When I looked into his eyes, I knew something was wrong. “I hate to rain on everyone’s parade, but I already sent the initial emails last week,” Noah said.

“And?” Adam looked worried, but his stern face bore a sense of confidence. He had gone through this stuff before, I thought. Back when he first started, he had all sorts of hurdles to jump through. He’d figure it out.

“The Hope Gallery isn’t answering their phone,” he said, staring at Adam. I waited for the “I told you so,” but it never came. There was an undeniable tension between them now. Grabbing my clothes, I started to feel uncomfortable.

“What do you mean they’re not answering? Joey Hope texted me a few weeks ago,” Adam said.

“And you never thought to respond. Did you stop to consider how the Hope team might feel about your silence?” Noah asked.

Adam paced the room. “I thought they would wait. They always wait.” Placing his cameras on a bed of roses, he stared off into the distance. “My influence is wearing off. This is new.”

Noah sat down against the loose, wood boards in the corner of the warehouse. Clutching his hands against his face, he let out a muffled groan.

“This was supposed to be your big finale. I love you, but you promised me that you’d take care of this. You can’t expect everyone to wait on hand and knee for you.” Noah shared a glance with me. I felt like I should leave.

“I’ll go to New York. I’ll talk to them,” Adam said. Pointing to the camera, he added, “These pictures are really good, Noah. They can’t turn them down.”

Noah agreed. The pictures were perfect, but the content wasn’t the issue. The allegiances between Adam and certain galleries had worn thin. He left their world and, in turn, lost his pull.

“If you are going to New York, I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you botch another exhibition.” Noah was hurt. He felt like he had been used. I knew how that felt.

Noah stormed out of the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. I felt like it was my time to step away, so I walked in the door.

But when I turned around, I saw Adam lost in worry. He looked into my eyes and started to lose hope. “What can I say? I’m a colossal idiot.”

It wasn’t his intention to screw things up, but the impact was there nonetheless. “Noah worked hard to get your career going again, Adam,” I said. “Try to think about how he might feel.”

Adam dropped against the roses. “I’m trying. I can’t juggle this anymore. My whole career has been an uphill battle, you know? I don’t think I have the energy. I keep trying, but it gets more difficult with every new release.”

Placing my hand into his, I pulled him up onto his feet. “Come on. Stand up,” I said. “I know you didn’t mean to mess this up, but you need to find a way to fix this. Moping around isn’t going to solve anything.”

“What can I do? Go to New York? I left that place for a reason. They hate me over there,” he said.

He had to do something about this. “It might do you some good. If anything, it’ll give you two the time to recuperate and patch things up. After today, I think you both need it,” I said.

“It went so well, though. Didn’t it?” Adam asked.

“It did. I feel good around you both.” It was a struggle to admit that, especially since I didn’t know where this was all heading. “That’s why I need you to fix this. I want to keep seeing you two.”

Adam stepped forward and pulled me into his chest. I closed his eyes and breathed in his scent. A strange warmth filled my entire body. What were we getting ourselves into?

“We like you, Hank. A lot,” he said.

I laughed and looked down bashfully. “Go to New York. Figure everything out. I’ll be here waiting.”

I didn’t think saying those words would have affected me as much as they did, but they hit. They hit hard. I didn’t want to let them go.

It’ll just be a few days, I told myself. They’d come back refreshed, and everything would work out fine. Sometimes, it was hard to latch onto those feelings, even when I knew it was true. I was falling for them.

On the way home, I thought about every close moment we had. The streetlights rolled by my car, and the lights dashed across my face. Kissing them goodbye was the hardest thing to do, but I knew that once they got back, everything would work out.

I had two passionate days with them. For two days, I was a part of their family. But I wanted more.