Once the doors open, I eat up the floor that leads me back to our penthouse. When I step inside, I head straight to the deck. Before I even reach it, I can already tell Brandon is no longer sitting out there. Fuck, where the hell is he?
I turn on my heel and head towards the staircase. I venture up the stairs two-by-two rushed by the need to talk to my best friend. I hit the top of the floor and notice a thin sheet of light seeping from under his door. I take a left and head towards his side of the floor. I don’t even have to get to his door that I hear him.
“Fucking shit.” His growl is so deep. “Oh, God,” he grunts. “Yeah,” he groans even deeper. "Holy Jesus fucking Christ,” he shouts. There isn't a guy in the world who wouldn't know what's going on behind Brandon's closed door. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. I know that voice. It belongs to a man nearing the deep end. A man whose cock becomes his sole preoccupation. A man who’s so close to climaxing that he’s blinded by his need for release.
Jesus.
I turn around and race towards my room. I'm desperate. I practically kick open the door to my bedroom. Once I'm inside, I turn on the light with my left elbow while my right hand is already playing with my belt. With one flick of the wrist, I slam shut my door and sprint to my bathroom. I turn on the light exactly the same way I did a few seconds ago. One long step and I'm standing in front of the white marble sink and the large mirror. I brace my left hand against the smooth and cold surface as I continue to fumble with my belt. There’s no time to waste. I'm seconds away from losing my shit. I don’t even pull my jeans all the way down. I just need to have access to my cock.
“Shit,” I groan as my erection is finally, finally let free from the confinement of these damn jeans.
I fist my cock and I start stroking furiously. I jack myself hard and fast. Amelia is the only thing I have on my mind as my hand pumps my long and meaty cock. I think back to that searing kiss she shared with Brandon and to the flicker of lust I read in her eyes when I was at her door.
“Christ.” I grunt every time my hand slides back up over my glans as my cock makes the distinctive hedonistic sound of jacking off. “Oh, yeah,” I hiss.
Vivid images of her plump lips bounce in my head and the idea of having those lips wrapped around my cock is all-consuming. I can see it now—her on her hands and knees with Brandon kneeling behind her, lapping at her glistening and dripping pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of her all the while eliciting that wet noise I love so much until our little princess is pulsing with pleasure and sending the vibrations of her moans straight to my cock. Her coming undone gives me permission to fuck her mouth with unrestrained fervor until I explode in the back of her throat and watch with satisfaction as she struggles to swallow every single drop out of me.
“Oh, fuck.” I growl stroking even faster when I notice more moisture seeping from my tip. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It’s my turn to chant. I look up at my hooded eyes and I can barely recognize myself. I’m still fully dressed, with my exposed cock as the only clue that I’m no longer in control.
"God," I hiss.
The buildup is brewing at the pit of my stomach. I feel this tightly drawn surge in my pelvis. Yes. With ragged breaths, I pick up the pace, thrusting hard into my hand now, wishing I was fucking Amelia’s mouth while Brandon takes good care of her clit. Regardless of which way we go, she's guaranteed to lose all of her bearings. Every fucking time. That hedonistic thought is enough to take me there.
“Jes—”
That's it. I'm done. I point my cock downwards and shoot my creamy load, pulsating and erupting inside the sink, imagining that each and every drop of my warm cum is marking Amelia’s perfect white skin.
“Goddammit,” I say, surprised that even though the sink is white, I still can make out how much cum I’ve released.
This woman is going to be the end of me and I don’t even know what she tastes like yet.
CHAPTER 25
Brandon
I wake up like I've woken up every single day since officially meeting Amelia at the Warwick. That's two weeks of waking up fucking my mattress imagining that it was her pussy while she sucks my best friend’s cock. Of course, last night’s jerk-off sessions did nothing to satiate my hunger for this woman. Maybe it was a mistake to tempt fate and taste her. Maybe I was better off when I was walking around ignorant—oblivious to her potent charm. With her red lips, she was like the forbidden fruit I just had to have. Now that I had, I wanted more. I'm sure Holden isn't struggling nearly as much as I am right now because he was able to resist temptation. Although, I have no idea how he managed that tour de force.
"Fuck," I hiss.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I reach out for my iPhone and notice in shock that it's already eight o'clock. I can't remember the last time I slept past six. Considering I went to bed a little past one o'clock, that's more sleep in one evening than I’ve had in two normal nights combined. I let go of my cock and roll onto my back. I pull off the sheet from my naked body and jump to my feet. After a quick trip to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and quickly brush my teeth, I slip on a pair of boxer briefs and make my way to Holden's room. I peer my head inside, but he’s not there. I quickly make my way down to the kitchen. One quick scan tells me that he isn't here. Maybe he's on the deck reading his iPad. I poke my head out to see if I can catch sight of him, but I'm out of luck. Other than the crystal containing the flowers we bought for Amelia, it's empty. I turn around ready to make my way back upstairs to the gym, when the front door flies open.
"What the hell?" I shout, taking in my best friend. "You're drenched in sweat. You're dripping all over the floor," I observe dropping my eyes to the puddle forming around his feet. "Are you training for a marathon you forgot to tell me about?"
He lifts his index finger indicating that he needs a minute. "No." That single word came out labored. "I..." He folds in half, breathing in and out heavily. He looks so exhausted that I wouldn't be surprised if one more step and he would’ve collapsed to his knees. "Shit that was so intense," he blurts out instead of answering my question.
"Yeah, I can tell. So, what's the story here?"
“I sprinted up the stairs at breakneck speed after a vigorous hour run." His revelation shocks me. Holden takes his workout sessions very seriously, but this is pushing it even for him.
"All twelve floors in one go?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah. I didn't stop. Not even once."
"You do realize we’re no longer Navy SEALs and we’re done with basic training?"
"Fucker," he throws at me. It doesn't come out as a joke.
"What's going on, Holden?" I ask cautiously. He readies himself to give me an answer, but I lift my hand stopping him. "And before you even attempt, don't give me a bullshit answer," I warn.
He responds by pinning me with a side-stare. We stay like that for several long seconds before he speaks. "Why don't I go take a quick shower? We can talk over breakfast."
"Fair enough. I'll do the same. I'll see you back here in fifteen," I say.
* * *
“I prepared two blenders of protein shake for you and one for me. Clearly, you burned off more calories in that one workout than I most likely will all day," I say as Holden steps into the kitchen.
He laughs as he takes a seat at the island. "Whatever," he rolls his eyes at me as he grabs hold of the pitcher of blueberry-flavored shake with one hand and a tall glass with the other. With just a few gulps, Holden finishes his first serving. I'm still sipping on mine. "Thanks, Royal. I needed that. I didn't eat nearly enough before going for my run," he reveals, filling up his glass to the rim.
"I know sleep doesn't come easy for either of us, but you don't usually work out this hard at this early hour,” I point out.
“I needed to exorcise some pent-up energy. It's not as if I can spend the rest of the day jerking off like a teenager," he says. "I tried that last night and this morning. Nothing seemed to help." I'm glad to hear that I
’m not the only one in that predicament.
"That kiss?" I ask the obvious.
"Yeah."
"It was hot as fuck."
He nods. "Yes, it was."
"What happened then? It's not like you to hold back. I didn't want to say anything, but your reaction isn't at all what I expected. I thought you were going to jump in on the action. Fuck, the way she was looking at you while I still held her in my arms..."
"It was too much."
"Since when has it been too much?" I pause. "Does this have to do with her status? I thought we talked about it at length at the ceremony," I remind him.
Holden shakes his head. "Nah, I got over that. She has an easy-going personality that draws you in. I love how she has all the reasons to be a stuck-up bitch, but she isn't. She's this warm, sexy and alluring woman with an endearing and infectious laugh."
"I thought so as well, which makes your reaction even more puzzling to me."
"Royal, we had decided to keep our expectations in check for last night—”
"You have a problem with me going for it?" I interrupt. I know I’m being a little defensive, but I'm not sure where he's going with this.
"I didn't say that," he snaps. "We wanted her first time here to be a casual night—three people getting to know each other better. Remember?"
"I think the night went on smoothly," I quip.
"Yeah, but there were so many firsts last night. One, we've never been with a woman like Amelia. Two, since I was a teenager, I don't think I’ve ever taken it slow with a woman and I know it's the same for you. Three, we've never invited a woman to our place and it was impossible to predict in advance if we were going to enjoy this experience or curse it.” I open my mouth to speak, but I don't give him the chance. “Before you ask, I enjoyed it immensely. What I'm trying to get at is that there was no telling how things would unfold. And of course, how could we have predicted if the connection we felt at the ceremony was more than a passing thing."
"I guess we now have our answers." Holden lets out a long sigh. "I just thought that one of us should still remain committed to the promise we made to each other."
"That may be the case, Viking, but she didn't shy away from that kiss."
"I know. I was there," he flashes me a cocky side grin.
"She liked it," I press. "You heard how she described it."
"That was in the heat of the moment, Royal. What happens this morning when this woman—who confirmed what we already suspected—wakes up and realizes that she might have stepped out of her comfort zone—not in a small way, but in a big fucking way. What then? I'm willing to bet my fortune that last night she did something so unconventional she’ll hesitate before she whispers a word of it to her best friend. I didn't expect her to be that responsive to you or to me watching. I thought it was going to be a harder sell. I held back because I didn't want to freak her out. This has nothing to do with the fact that I didn't want her. On the contrary. I was so goddamn horny watching you claim her lips. That said, I know for a fact that I wouldn't have been able to take it slow. I knew that touching her—or better yet, kissing her—would mean I’d lose control."
"I guess I was taken by the moment, because none of that crossed my mind during the time I was devouring her lips."
"Trust me, it’s the same for me. But when she shifted those big beautiful eyes towards me and I took sight of her swollen lips, the only thing I could see was this innocent lamb we were about to corrupt. And we both know, we only do things one way—furious and hard.”
I nod at his reasoning. "I'll give you that much, I too was very surprised by her reaction," I confess.
"That’s exactly my point. Even when they’re incredibly rich and extremely well educated, the women we tend to go for are usually very forward with their sexuality. The clues are blatantly obvious—forfeiting to wear a bra even when they have giant tits, the excessive flashes of cleavage, the way some will shamelessly rub their thighs together as an invitation or them simply telling us in no uncertain terms how much they’re dying to have our cocks shoved up their needy pussies before the end of the evening—”
“That's not the case with Amelia," I conclude.
"No, it’s not. She's head and shoulders above the rest. Everything about that woman is elegance personified."
"I think we're just scratching the surface here. I believe that last night she only revealed a sliver of what's dormant inside her."
"You're right, Royal. It turns out that behind the perfect façade, our little princess is a hot little mama," Holden laughs. "I just didn't think that allowing it to spurt out in one night was a good idea."
"So how do you want to play tonight?" I ask.
I understand where Holden is coming from, but my growing need to ravish this woman is taking over. I'm not sure I can control myself around her.
"Tonight, we get to skip the introductions,” he says, “We’re done with that part of the program. Let's see how she reacts. If she's uncomfortable being around us after last night, we won't push. We’ll have a nice dinner and I’ll take her back to her place before the clock strikes midnight. If not—if the energy between the three of us is nearly as red hot as it was last night—there's no way I'm putting the brakes on."
I nod, satisfied with his answer. "I can live with that."
CHAPTER 26
Amelia
Charlie and I usually hang out together on Saturdays. We either go for a yoga class, brunch, shopping, or we opt for ultimate pampering at one of our favorite spas. When we’ve had a particularly trying week, we usually crash at her place or mine. Not today. To my great chagrin, my best friend is still missing in action. I don’t envy her right now because her job is to be knee deep in a pile of shit and literally dig her celebrity client out of it. Yikes. Terry texted me early this morning to let me know that Charlie hasn’t slept since she left London and it might be a few more days before I hear from her. Fingers crossed that she'll be back in London next week.
As much as I can't wait to see Charlie again, I'm glad in a way I don't have access to her number in Greece. I get to make this decision on my own fully aware that I’m stepping into a world I would've never conceived of just a few days ago.
Charlie has never had any problems going after the men she longs for. I, on the other hand, have been very timid, preferring men who were more intellectual. That’s code for reserved and very safe. There’s nothing remotely safe about either of the two devastatingly handsome men I spent last night with. Everything about them screams edgy, unpredictable and very intriguing.
I was so unraveled by Brandon’s inexorably passionate kiss under Holden’s watchful eye that I did something I hadn't done in a really long time and God did I ever enjoy it. As I put the finishing touches to my makeup, I can’t help but smile. Let’s just say that the rosiness of my cheeks isn't just courtesy of my bright pink blusher.
After I’m done with my make-up, I get dressed and I slip into my sandals. I stand in front of my mirror to assess the final look. “Not bad,” I smile at myself.
I grab Brandon’s jacket, a sweater, my small black handbag and make my way to the living room. As I reach the door, I hear a distinctive deep baritone voice on the other side. He’s here. I cheer in my head. I drop everything I’m holding on a chair in the corner and step on my tiptoes until I can lean my ear against the door and listen in. I even place the tips of my fingers against the door as if to help me take in more of the conversation.
“Good afternoon. I’m Holden Barclay, I’m here to pick-up Miss Cavendish.”
“Of course, Chief Petty Officer Barclay, she already announced your pending arrival. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Officer Stohler. I usually work the night shift.”
"The pleasure is mine, Officer Stohler," Holden says.
"I know Officer Roderick has already extended her gratitude to you and Petty Officer Buckingham for what you did on Wednesday night, but allow me to do the same. We had traveled with Miss Cavendish to
Korea and that was our night off. You can imagine the shock when we found out what had happened."
"As I've told Officer Roderick, I don't feel I did enough. Neither does Petty Officer Buckingham. Ralph Delaware is a sorry excuse of a human being." The anger in Holden's voice is unmistakable.
"Trust me when I say this, he’ll be properly dealt with. The Prime Minister will see to it," Officer Stohler says.
"That’s the only thing that kept me from tracking the idiot down like I’m in search of a dog with rabies to deal with him myself." Holden's revelation tugs at my heart.
"I understand exactly where you're coming from," Officer Stohler commiserates. "Let me get Miss Cavendish for you."
"Thank you," Holden says.
I take a few steps backs and wait with bated breath until my officer knocks on my door. "Miss Cavendish, Chief Petty Officer Barclay is here for you."
I swing the door open and stop breathing for a second. Wow. Holden looked insanely sexy yesterday, but today he's absolutely irresistible. I brush my eyes across his large chest, taking in how his painted-on red top reveals the tautness of his muscular body. I’m not blind to how well his gray trousers sculpt his powerful thighs or how his all blue suede shoes make a powerful fashion statement. Damn, the man can dress. "You look amazing." The words fly out of my mouth without me thinking. Officer Stohler lets out a small laugh before taking several steps back to give us some privacy.
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