Page 40 of Below the Surface

“Mistress Trinity is legendary?” Cameron asks.

I chuckle. “Hardly.”

Cameron props herself up to look at me. “It sounds like other people feel that way.”

Her voice isn’t teasing but rather curious. I sigh.

“I’m sorry, Piper. If you don’t want to tell me about it, you don’t have to.”

I roll on my side to face her. “Cam, there isn’t anything I won’t tell you.”

“But you haven’t told meeverything—not about that part of your life. Whydidyou stop going to Union?”

I haven’t talked about this in a long time. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever discussed this in depth with anyone. “It isn’t like I sat down, made a list of pros and cons, and decided to stop going. Things changed.Ichanged.”

“How so?”

“Teagan loved the club.”

“Your ex?”

I nod. “I let her in, Cameron—closer to me than anyone—until you. I guess that’s why I haven’t talked about this. And maybe that sounds contradictory. I trust you more than I have anyone in my life. You need to believe me.”

“I do. I felt something tonight with you—like you were drifting away for a moment, and then suddenly, you were pulling me closer than you ever have.”

Accurate. “Because tonight I realized I’m completely in love with you. I know we’ve said the words. It’s like gravity pulled me down. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

Cameron smiles. “Making love with you—the way we just did—I needed to feel that with you. Tonight pushed my limits,” she says.

“Too far?”

“No,” Cameron explains. “I don’t mean anything that happened between us. Hearing them talk about you that way.”

I’m puzzled. It must show because Cameron giggles and then sighs.

“Cam?”

“I don’t think I could share you, Piper. Maybe that makes me weak. You ask me all the time about limits—hard limits. Seeing someone touch you or watching you touch them—I’m not sure I could handle that.”

“That won’t happen, Cameron.”

“But it’s part of who you are.”

“No. It was part of the life I led. And I won’t lie to you, I enjoyed it for a long time.”

“Do you miss it?” Cameron asks.

“No.”

She lifts her brow in challenge.

“I have fantasies, too,” I admit. “I’ve explored most of them. I don’t have any regrets—not about being kinky. None.”

“What happened to change things? Was it Teagan?”