Victor's POV

Gabe seemed agitated as we drove home. Luke had fallen asleep in the backseat and I reached over to grab Gabe's hand. "What's wrong, love?"

He hummed for a moment, "Something was so fucking off about them," he mumbled, "She wasn't like that earlier. She was all bubbly and happy until they were near her."

"Yeah, I know," I answered. "When I took her on the dancefloor, I could see the bruise on her elbow already forming. She said he hadn't left a bruise in a while."

"Fucker," he grumbled.

"Yeah, I was surprised she was so open about it, but as an adult, she can't really change the past. None of us can, no matter how much we wish we could," I said, squeezing his hand. We had all been there. Most of us came from abusive homes, and it didn't take much to spot a kindred spirit in Marissa. "I told her about researching her. She withdrew into herself fairly quickly, like she thought I was going to hate or punish her."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, when I told her I'd found out her secret, she shut down. Her eyes looked glazed and she bowed her head. It took me a few moments to get her back. The more I think about it, it reminded me of when Luke spirals," I explained.

"Did she get mad, I mean that you knew?"

"No, she seemed more worried that I would be upset or think she was trying to deceive us. If I had to guess, I'd say her father is emotionally abusive. She seems to second guess herself," I said in a frustrated voice.

"So are you second-guessing your decision to work with her company?" he asked.

I shook my head, "No, actually, when it comes to work, she's brilliant. I don't think the issues with her parents really impact her day-to-day. They did mention that they live in Houston, so she probably avoids them whenever possible. I think I'll see if Kota can set up a follow-up meeting sooner though. I'd like to iron out a few details, then we can get things moving." I also just wanted another chance to talk to her. Gabe and Luke were right, she was unique.

"I get the feeling she's experimented with BDSM," Gabe said with a grin. "When she apologized, I gave her a warning about a punishment, and she instantly replied with yes sir." Hmm, that could be interesting, but if we work with her, we shouldn't cross that line, right?

As I pulled into the parking garage, I looked at him. I could see the wheels in his head spinning. "What are you planning?" I asked.

He widened his eyes and gave me a faux shocked look, "Who, me?"

I chuckled, "Yes, you. I know that look. What are you planning, wait, no, what did you do?" His grin spread ear to ear.

"I'll tell you later. Need to see if the little girl plays along first," he teased. "Can't let Luke have all the fun, now can I?" I rolled my eyes as he got out and went to the backseat to wake Luke. We both looped our arms around him and practically carried him inside.

Once Luke was undressed and in bed, Gabe grabbed his phone and headed to the door, "I'll be back shortly," he grinned. "I have to make a quick call."

"I expect details, you know," I chuckled.

"Yes dear," he said in a sing-song voice as he walked down the hall. Cheeky boy.

When he finally came to bed, his eyes were hooded and his cheeks flushed. "So how did your phone call go?"

He growled slightly, "Luke wasn't exaggerating about the orgasm. Fuck," he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "Now I really want to get all of us in a room alone and naked. Hearing her call me Daddy as she came was fucking intoxicating." I gaped as he explained about the little gift he'd sent her and their phone sex session. I felt my cock throb as he described it all and moaned. Noticing my predicament, Gabe began to softly stroke my cock. "Luke and I are going to the club Friday night, you should come with us," he urged, picking up his pace. "Luke wants to put our names in the pot for a session with the masked lady, but we're not supposed to tell Owen," he chuckled.

My hips snapped forward as his thumb brushed over my slit. "Oh, little boy, don't think I forgot your behavior earlier," he purred, pulling me closer to him.

"Please, Daddy," I begged as he stroked faster. The bed shifted behind me and I felt Luke's soft hands run down my back as he started covering me in kisses. "Luke," I moaned. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out the lube, then began stretching me as Gabe continued stroking my cock.

"Does our little boy want to be fucked, while Daddy jerks him off?" Gabe asked.

"Yes Daddy, please let Luke fuck me," I whined and pressed back against him. He groaned and pressed into me, slowly at first then he grabbed my hips and slammed into me, making me cry out. His hands held me firm as he pumped in and out while Gabe's strokes became faster. I felt myself slipping and cried out for permission.

"Cum for us, beautiful boy," Luke groaned in my ear as he began to fill me. I bucked and moaned as I covered Gabe's hand. He kissed me then slipped out to get washcloths and clean himself. When he came back in, he and Luke gently cleaned me before Luke stepped in to take a shower. When he came back to bed, they lay on either side, cuddling me as I drifted off to sleep feeling loved.

****

"So who all is going to the meeting this time?" I asked, sipping my tea. We had all gathered for a rare breakfast together. With our own responsibilities, we often had conflicting schedules, so we took advantage of any time we could be under one roof. "I have a few questions I'd like to discuss with Marissa if you don't mind."

Kota looked up from his paper, "Well, what are everyone's plans for the day? We could all go if everyone wants to."

"I'm in," said North with a smirk.

"Well you know Gabe and I are game," Luke said. "I can have Ryan work at the bakery today. I'll call him now," he said and excused himself quickly. Looking around the room, they all seemed to want to go. I chuckled to myself at how curious we'd all become about her after hearing about Luke's encounter. I only hope we don't scare the poor creature. I mean, Gabe pushed the limits pretty far last night. We had decided to keep that little event to ourselves. I can only imagine how Owen would react.

"I'll call the firm and let them know to expect us all this time. Goodness knows we wouldn't fit in the same room as last time, well unless we share chairs," Owen chuckled and gave Sean a playful swat on his behind.

Despite the fact that we were all legally married to each other, except Luke and North, of course, we still had smaller group or partner connections within the whole. Owen and Sean had always been the power couple when we were younger, and as years went on Luke and Gabe were the first to experiment, finally coming to me with their secret. I was so naive and curious even after being with Sang already, I wanted to experiment as well. I'd always been close with Gabe, so it just seemed a natural fit that we would connect, and that meant a connection to Luke. Now the three of us were often inseparable. About a year after we went public, North and Silas confessed that they'd been intimate even as teens in Greece, but were afraid of how the Academy and our family would feel. North had told Luke that the reason he and Silas had finally been brave enough to come out in the open was due to him setting the example. That was all it took for Kota and Nate to confess their own ongoing relationship. While Sang didn't mind our bisexuality, she did seem to dislike the small connections. I think she worried that we would love her less since we had each other in a sexual manner now. Then the media attention that followed when we decided to renew our vows, but this time marrying each other, not just Sang, well, it was just more than she was prepared for.

Looking back, I guess it shouldn't have surprised any of us that she would just up and disappear with only a note of apology and divorce papers left behind. She'd spent her whole life hiding from conflict, why would now be any different?

I shook my head, trying to shake the flood of memories that just assaulted me. Luke had come back in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my neck, placing a few kisses along my collarbone, "Hey beautiful, you okay?"

"Yeah, sweetie, I'm good," I said, giving him a smile and a quick peck on the cheek, "So I hear we're on a secret mission to the club Friday," I whispered conspiratorially in his ear as he began to grin.

"I'm so glad you're coming with us. It's been forever since the three of us did something fun together," he giggled and kissed me again. "But I warn you, I'm not sharing if I win the drawing. You can watch." I laughed at his response. He acted like an overgrown child, but I loved him with every piece of my heart.

Owen came back into the room, closing his phone, "Well gentlemen, we now have an eleven-thirty appointment with G&R." He glanced at his watch, "That gives us about two hours to figure out driving arrangements and any documents we want to gather." The room went into a flurry of activity as we separated to gather what we needed and/or get dressed.

I noticed Gabe sitting, staring down at his coffee mug. "Hey, sexy, what's on your mind?" I prodded.

"What if I fucked up by pushing her last night?" he said in a hushed tone. He lifted his eyes to mine and I saw his fear. "What if she takes one look at me and walks out? Did I just fuck this up for all of us?"

I pulled him into my arms, "You really like her, don't you?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, I mean, not like as in I want to run off with her, but she's different, and she didn't even blink an eye about our relationship. She still joked and flirted with us as if it was the most normal thing in the world to her."

"Well didn't Luke say she was in a poly relationship of her own?" When he nodded I responded, "See, it is normal for her. Just because there are nine of us doesn't make it any different from what she's experienced. Matter of fact, I bet our situation makes her feel more comfortable with us since she knows we won't judge her relationship or preferences."

He perked up at my explanation. "I never thought of it that way," he smiled. "How did I ever get so lucky," he asked as he leaned up and kissed me.

****

"Well hello there," Marissa smiled as she greeted us at the main desk. "I admit I was a tad surprised when Chloe said you were all coming today. I hope nothing is wrong," she asked as she led us to the conference room.

"Not at all Ms. Ryland," Owen said, "We just thought this would give each of us a chance to talk with you and your associates more in-depth. Although, we do have questions about a few matters."

"Very well," she replied and held the door for us. "I'd offer refreshments, but I'm afraid they will pale in comparison to Luke's. I do, however, have coffee or tea if anyone would like some?" Luke started to giggle, and I kicked him under the table. Marissa shot me a grateful smile.

"I think we're fine, sugar," Luke said, rubbing his shin. We took our seats as Mr. and Mrs. Phelps entered the room.

"Mr. Blackbourne, I'm so pleased you decided to return," the man said, shaking Owen's hand. "What questions can we answer for you?"

"I actually had a few questions for Ms. Ryland," Kota spoke up as Phelps turned towards him.

"Oh, well, I guess she can answer," he sputtered. I noticed his jaw clench when he spoke and his wife placed a hand on his wrist. I thought they were partners - why was he so bothered by us addressing Marissa?

I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry to overstep, but I took the liberty of researching the firm and stumbled on Ms. Ryland's true role in the firm. We thought it might be best to include her in the negotiations, Mr. Phelps." I need to run a check on these two, I thought to myself as I watched their body language. He seemed to be too possessive for my liking.

"Jackson, Chloe, if this makes you uncomfortable, I will gladly bow out," Marissa said quietly. We all shifted in our seats. If she bows out, then we will as well, I thought. The sentiment seemed to reflect on all my husbands' faces.

The woman Chloe looked like she might run as Jackson spoke, his jaw still clenched, "Of course not, Marissa. It is your company after all. Would your clients prefer we leave?"

"Not at all, Mr. Phelps. We believe you all had a hand in the offer, so it only seems right to include all parties in the next steps," Nate added. This seemed to placate Phelps and he relaxed a bit in his seat. We spent the next four hours going over multiple documents and proposals, finally deciding on what worked best for our companies. Much to Phelps' dislike, we required Marissa to be the primary on all accounts. If she chose to delegate that was her prerogative, but it was obvious we felt more comfortable with her knowledge and expertise, despite her younger age. She really was quite brilliant and the more she talked, the more I started to understand why Gabe was drawn to her.

I noticed they exchanged a few blushing glances throughout the meetings. She recovered quickly and tried to keep the topics moving. When the meeting finally concluded, it was almost four in the afternoon. "Hey spitfire," Gabe said, closing the distance between them, "Would you want to join us for an early dinner?"

She froze for a moment, then looked around the room as if she thought one of us would object. "Um, yes, that would be nice. I can meet you if you like?"

"You can ride with us, sugar," Luke said quickly. "Victor's a safe driver, I promise." My cheeks flushed as I nodded.

She grinned slightly, "Well then would you give me just a few moments to freshen up?" She looked at her feet, "I have a change of clothes in my office and a far more comfortable pair of shoes."

Gabe's eyes glimmered, "Ohh, shoes. Lead the way spitfire." He was practically drooling. She had a slightly panicked look when North piped up.

"He has an obsession with clothes," he chuckled. "Just be glad you're not going shopping with him."

She laughed, "Hmmm, I think I might be able to give him a run for his money. I may have a small obsession with shoes. Okay, that's a lie. I have a full-blown addiction. They're my guilty pleasure."

"Oh shit, did she just issue a challenge?" Sean whined. "Saints preserve us! No one let them near a store together," he proclaimed in mock horror as we all laughed. She grabbed Gabe's hand and led him to her office as they laughed down the hallway.

"So, where are we taking the lady for dinner," Silas chuckled, "since Gabe kind of threw us all under the bus?"

"Wherever we take her better have fucking dessert," Luke said. "I really want to hear her moan again." Several coughs filled the room at his comment. "What? I promise it will be worth it." I for one am hoping to hear her. Between Luke and then Gabe's late-night talk, I'm curious.

Gabe held the conference room door open for her as she walked in. I could tell he'd braided her hair. She now had on a simple white dress with light rose patterns around the hem. Her legs looked amazing in the ballet-style shoes she wore complete with ribbons up the legs. By the grin on his face and the blush on her cheeks, I was sure he had put them on her and taken his sweet time wrapping her legs in the delicate ribbons. He still held her hand. "What do you think of Gilardi's? I hear they have amazing desserts," he said with a smirk.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, "That sounds divine."

Oh, this should be interesting.

Who doesn't love orgasms for dessert?

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