Her head snaps up.
"Oh, my God," she whispers.
"Is that a yes or a no?" I press. Even though my eyes are fixated on her, I can practically see Holden's nostrils flaring.
She laughs nervously. "I don't know."
"If you don't like it, he'll stop," I assure her. She gazes up from under her beautiful long lashes while worrying at her lips. "I'm sure you're going to like it," I add.
"What if I like it a lot?” She asks that with part vulnerability and part defiance. It's uncanny how she does that. I widen my eyes at the boldness of her question. I should know this as an ex-Navy SEAL that sometimes your best laid plans don't work out quite as you expected. I thought she might hesitate. That she might need a little extra nudge. But this... not even in a million years would I have seen this coming. She shifts her green eyes away from me. “What happens then?" That last part is addressed to my best friend.
Holy hell.
CHAPTER 28
Holden
I'm so surprised by Amelia’s audacious question that it takes me a second to recover.
My gaze bounces from Brandon's to hers. Brandon is visibly stunned. Amelia looks at me from under her lashes. She has to stop doing that. It’s seriously going to be my undoing. Her cheeks are so red. It’s almost as if it’s just now she realizes the weight of her words. After a few seconds of her batting her eyelashes at me, she finally offers a shy smile. I’m too fucking hard to even attempt anything more than to regulate my breathing. So far, it’s been light flirtation between the three of us, but that loaded answer sets the tone for the rest of the evening. It's definitely game on! Yes, she’s this manicured, blue-blooded and impeccably dressed woman, but that’s not it. She’s also this curious, passionate and daring little minx. I suspect few people will ever get to know the dirty side of Amelia Jade Cavendish up front and personal. There’s this inexplicable swell of possessive pride forming at the pit of my stomach at the idea that Brandon and I get to watch her unravel stitch by stitch.
I push myself off the wall I was leaning against and move towards her. I'm very aware of the fact that I'm striding across the kitchen like a hungry predator. I can't help it. She brings out the feral nature in me. Of course, going without for two and a half weeks while lusting over her doesn't help one bit.
She keeps her eyes pinned on mine, peering up at me through those interminable and graceful black eyelashes. It’s like she’s undressing me until I’m stripped naked exposing my desire for her. As I move towards her, I notice a cocky grin plastered on Brandon’s face as he takes a long step to the side. The gesture is an invitation. A few more steps and I'm standing in front of her. As I tower over Amelia, a small smile quirks on her mouth. Naughty girl. I want to kiss that smile until she’s pressing herself against my hard cock and begging me to fuck her hard. I draw in a long breath and shift my transfixed gaze away from her mouth—the same mouth Brandon devoured a few minutes ago—the one I’ll claim real soon. Brandon is already massaging what I suspect is a mighty hard on. Fuck. Amelia blushes when she notices and quickly shifts her gaze back to mine. I meet her eyes, which are big and bright under the light hanging just above our heads casting a celestial glow across her flawless face. Flecks of gold illuminate her irises and a sea of glittering diamonds dot her dark pupils as if lighting a path toward her soul. This close, I see they’re even more piercing green, than I’d initially thought. It was too dark last night to truly appreciate them. I chuckle to myself when a dirty thought crosses my mind. I wonder what color they’ll turn into after she climaxes in my arms or Brandon’s. My cock was pulsating before, but now the zipper of my pants feels like it might tear in half.
I lace my hands through her hair, bringing her closer, close enough to smell the designer fragrance dabbed behind her ears.
“Ha,” she gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
I dig my fingers deeper into her silky mane, and then slowly I lower my face until it's mere inches away from hers. Just like last night, she balances herself against my arm to get on her tiptoes. She's already so eager. A smile slowly spreads across my lips. She mirrors me. I imagine licking my chops as a big bad leopard would before devouring a graceful gazelle. She's breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down. She looks up at me looming over her, her eyes flashing a hint of provocative glee. We stare at each other for a long moment. She seems to take a lot of pleasure in the way I soak her in. Bad little princess.
"You want to kiss me, angel?" I finally ask.
"Only if you want to kiss me," she retorts.
"Princess, you have no idea of what I want to do to you—kissing, being the most chaste one on that very, very long list." My answer comes out slow and calculated.
"Oh," she lets out. The perfectly powdered face is beet red with modesty, causing my mouth to slide into a smile.
"You asked..." I grin, amused by her reaction.
"I did, didn't I?" She matches my wide smile.
"As urgently as I want my lips against yours, I do have a few questions to ask first."
A worried glance flashes across her eyes. "Sure," she says hesitantly.
“Have you ever done this?”
“You mean kiss one guy while the other watches with eyes veiled with something I’ve never seen before?” Smart repartee.
I look to the side and nod Brandon over. “That’s not what I meant. We've already established that last night. Have you ever been with two men before?”
She shakes her head. “No. Never.”
“You understand what’s going on here?”
“I think so.” Not good enough.
“Do you know why Brandon suggested I kiss you while he watches?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead she averts her gaze, so I continue. “We’re both incredibly attracted to you." That gets her attention. "Since we came to your rescue in front of the Warwick, I’ve been completely infatuated with you,” I confide. "When we were finally able to officially meet at Wednesday's ceremony, you ceased being a fantasy in my mind and you became real. That only made me want you even more. And I know Brandon is in the same predicament as I am.”
“I am,” he affirms.
“Really?” Amelia’s eyes widen like saucers.
“Absolutely, princess,” Brandon confirms. He grins at her like a fool and she returns his awestruck smile.
“Last night, I can't tell you how much I struggled when you were taunting me at your front door.” Amelia shifts her attention back to me. “Every fiber of my being wanted to lift you so your legs were wrapped around my waist, pin you against your front door, grind my impossibly hard cock against you and kiss you until you fucking suffocated. I didn’t—even though it was killing me not to—because I wanted to give you some time to process everything and because Brandon wasn’t with us. It seems you’re okay with it being the three of us like this.” She offers a shy nod. “So to answer your earlier sassy question, once I kiss you—and you like it a lot—we claim you," I warn. "You become the center of our universe."
"What does that mean?" she asks, just above a whisper.
"That means that you’re ours. You belong to Brandon as much as you belong to me."
“We’d share you,” Brandon adds. She blinks furiously at his words. “I'm not going to lie, sweetie. Holden and I have shared women in the past, but I don't think we've ever wanted a woman this much. To Holden's point, it's been this intense since the first day we laid eyes on you.”
“We’ve never had to wait this long to get what we want," I add. "I'm not a very patient man, Amelia, but I was willing to be patient for you. And to think, I haven't even kissed you yet."
She laughs. "Your words are going straight to my head," she confesses.
“I hope they awaken other parts of you as well," I say boldly.
"More than I'm willing to admit," she says timidly.
"Good," Brandon hisses. I can tell from his arched eyebrow that he's as satisfied as I am right now. "To go back to what I was saying. We want to
have you at the same time and trust me, princess, we can make this the most pleasurable sexual experience you've ever had. It’s going be incredibly sensual for all three of us,” he promises.
When she remains silent, I ask, "Are you okay with what he just said?"
"I can handle that," she says determinedly. As if to stress her point, she pulls her shoulders back, causing her chest to protrude. That only forces me to focus on her inviting tits. Damn, I can't wait to have those in my mouth.
“Noted," I point. Brandon and I exchange a knowing look. "So, if this is your first time, why us? Why now?” I ask.
“Can I use that knight-slash-damsel connection the three of us have? Well, I should say, the one each of you have with me?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Brandon states his disapproval. "Not convincing enough. Try again, sweetie."
“This time tell us the truth,” I suggest.
She fills her lungs with air. You’d think that that little act gives her a burst of courage. “Okay," she exhales. "You’re unbelievably handsome.” Brandon and I chuckle. “Scratch that. You’re ridiculously hot. Both of you—”
“Even with the facial scar?” I challenge.
She reaches out and traces the scar that runs from the middle of my right eyebrow all the way up to my hairline. It’s amazing how she can make such an innocent touch feel so sexual. Unrushed, she keeps caressing my scar. Damn.
Every time I see that permanent wound in the mirror, it's a reminder of how many times I've escaped death. It's courtesy of a fucking Afghan rebel who was going after Brandon with a vengeance. My best friend got shot in the leg right after he’d lost his rifle. Luckily, it was only superficial. The bullet grazed his skin, but at the time I didn't know and there was so much fucking blood. Brandon was desperately trying to get away from the asshole crawling on his elbows and stomach. I was fighting another pair of disgusting filthy monsters as he was struggling for his life. Suddenly, I heard Brandon scream bloody murder. When I realized what was happening, I finished off the two guys who were coming at me with two bullets to the head and then I ran as fast as I could to rescue my best friend. The adrenaline was pumping into my veins so fast, fueling my tired legs. It was like riding a torpedo. I got there just in the nick of time. The Afghan piece of shit got a good swing at me—it hurt like fucking hell. The blood gushing from my open forehead blinded me in one eye, but I walked away alive. So did my best friend. The Lucifer of death is now six feet under. Good fucking riddance.
"Especially with the scars." Her answer brings me back to the moment.
"It doesn't bother you?" I press. She shakes her head. "You should know that we have other war mementos all over our bodies.”
“Really?” she smiles.
“Yeah.”
Amelia moves her hands away from my face, glides them down my neck until she’s touching my shoulders. She then travels to my biceps and my upper chest. Her painted nails rake over the ridges of my torso, taking the time to feel each and every single mound of muscle. I can’t help but smile, relishing this moment. My body instantly reacts to her touch. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being eager for those hands to travel south until they’re wrapped around my hard cock.
“You’re so… incredibly strong,” she whispers. If I hadn’t been so transfixed by the sight of her tongue sliding over her pouty lips, I would’ve missed what she just said. “Your body is so bloody warm.” There she goes swearing again. “Hot even. Every part of you feels so hard under my touch. You must work out or something,” she jokes. “You make me feel so tiny, Chief Petty Officer Barclay. And vulnerable.” She pauses and shifts her gaze to Brandon. “You too, Petty Officer Buckingham.” Brandon’s expression tells me he’s so turned on he’s at a loss for words. I could volley a few smart repartees, but listening to Amelia go on in that gorgeous accent of hers is so fucking sexy. “I’m sure your whole body could envelop mine and I’d disappear underneath you.” We could definitely put that theory to the test right now. A small smile curves her lips, and she lifts her eyes to meet mine. “So are you telling me you have scars here?” Oh yeah, I had asked her a question. When I don’t answer, her hands travel a little lower against my chest. Jesus, my cock is about to explode. “Both of you?”
I clear my throat and rein in my hard on. “We’re not pretty boys,” I answer. That came out coated with lust. “Our bodies have been battered, bruised and mangled." It's only right that I warn her in advance. Some women can’t handle it.
She lifts her chin defiantly. "My father is a war veteran. I'm sure you've noticed the way he walks. The many wars and battles have changed him and he has his own collection of scars. That said, he's one of the bravest men I know. I’m not that versed in the American military world, but I suspect that you wouldn't have received that many medals had you not demonstrated unflinching bravado. So what you call war mementos, Chief Petty Officer Barclay, I call badges of honor. Trust me, I don't have a problem with that at all." If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
"That's good to hear, angel," I pause. "I think I interrupted you earlier when you were answering my question."
"Yes, you did." Amelia gives me an up and down look that makes my skin feel like it’s covered in flames. Fuck. “You two emanate such raw power. I'm bloody drawn to you like a magnet." Is it wrong to say that I love hearing her swear? "Since we met at the ceremony, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Part of me thinks that I’m completely crazy for being this attracted to you. I can't tell you how many times I’ve wondered if I had temporarily lost my mind. I mean, how can a person feel this way about two men at the same time? What Brandon said earlier about you two wanting me with the same intensity... well, that's exactly where I find myself. I’ve admonished myself all day today, asking myself how is it possible that I find myself in this position. But all those colliding thoughts vanish when I step into your penthouse and it's the three of us." Damn, those were the sweetest words.
“So you want us?" Brandon confirms.
"I do." There isn't a shred of hesitation in her voice.
"And you trust us?” I'm not done questioning her.
“You’re war heroes and my father has honored you. For the love of God, you’ve been vetted. I’m sure someone on my father’s security team knows your blood type. If I can’t trust you, I can’t trust anybody.”
“That was funny,” Brandon laughs.
“I do my best, sir,” she quips.
Okay, so now she’s playing us. I tighten my grip on her hair. “I asked you a question, angel. I expect an answer.”
“I trust you, Holden."
"And Brandon?"
"I trust him as well."
“So you don't think any of this sounds a little perverted?" Brandon asks a good question.
"It sounds incredibly dirty... debauched even... maybe that's why I'm so curious." There isn't a man in the world who wouldn't want to hear that kind of admittance from the lips of a woman he wants so fucking much.
"We’re going to push you past your limits but it's for your own pleasure. You take what we give you and your job is to come hard," I say. I have to bite my tongue not to laugh at how quickly her face turns red at my words.
"I don't know what kind of men—or boys—you've been with in the past, but what you, Holden and I will share will be vastly different," Brandon piggybacks on my statement.
"Okay," she nods carefully.
"We have three simple rules," I state.
She snaps her head to me. "Oh, I don't understand."
"When you're with us, I want all three of us to be on the same page,” I say. “Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does."
"Before I delve into our rules, I want to state the obvious. We've already established that we’re all single but I want it to be clear that other than Brandon, I don't want to share you with another man. Of course, you can expect the same from us. Are you okay with that?"
"It's not in my nature to cheat, so this works for me.
"
I nod approvingly. "Ready for the rules now?"
"Lay it on me."
We all laugh.
"Rule number one, if anything hurts, you tell us and everything stops. No questions asked." I wait for a beat to make sure she's still with me. "Two, you don't lie to us. Ever. And we’ll extend the same courtesy to you. Three, your body and your pleasure belong to us now. We control every part of you and we tell you when to come. Are we on the same page?" I ask.
"We are." She opens her mouth to say something else, but reconsiders.
"What is it, angel?" I press.
"I have a question."
"Don’t ever feel like there's anything you can’t ask us," Brandon interjects.
"How old are you?" I guess we haven't talked about that yet. "During my extensive Google searches," she pauses and flashes us a cocky grin, Brandon and I mirror her wide smile, "there are certain things that were impossible to find out about you, such as details surrounding your childhood and your age."
"How old do you think we are?" Brandon asks.
"I'm not sure. If I had to guess, I'd say that given your military accomplishments and the fact that your company is already five years old, you’re probably in your late twenties?"
"We’re a little older than that," Brandon says.
She starts chewing her lip with her eyes bouncing from mine to my best friend’s. “Thirty?” she attempts.
“A little higher,” Brandon emphasizes his words with a hand gesture.
She's visibly shocked. "How much older are you?" she asks.
"I'm thirty-four," Brandon confirms.
“And I’m thirty-five," I answer.
"Oh my God. You’re much older than I am. In fact you’re the same age as my brother Patrick—he’s just about to turn thirty-five. I've never been with anyone over twenty-six." She looks slightly freaked out.
"Is it a problem that we’re that much older?" I ask.
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