Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  “And we can do it again after we feed you.” Brandon doesn’t miss a beat.

  “I’m definitely up for that,” Holden voices his opinion. “For our second round, I want to be the one to eat your climactic cries as Brandon feasts on your pussy.” The lust that veils his blues eyes forces me to avert my gaze.

  “In that case, maybe I should hold onto some of this ice cream and finish if off later... between your legs.” My head snaps back to them at Brandon’s promise. It’s still so hard for me to get used to his boldness.

  “Oh, God, you wouldn’t dare.” He arches an eyebrow in response. “Scratch that. You would.” I laugh nervously, but neither Brandon nor Holden crack a smile. Good Lord, these two are perverted.

  "You’re so fucking sweet, I don't understand how it's even possible that no one has ever tasted you until tonight," Holden tackles a sore subject.

  It’s true that I made them a promise. So far it's been such light and fun banter that I almost forgot I owed them an explanation.

  "I don’t get it either," Brandon adds when I don't respond.

  "Where do I start?” I sigh.

  "Can I ask how many guys you’ve been with before us?"

  I grab my wine glass and take one long gulp to give me courage before answering Holden's question. "Three."

  "Three," he repeats. He does a good job at hiding it, but I can tell he's very surprised.

  “Being the Prime Minister's daughter doesn’t bode well for a sex life. Daddy has the entire police force and British army at his command and disposal. They can track you wherever you hide. No man is safe,” I laugh. “Seriously, I think Daddy’s position scares men away. Maybe that’s why he decided to become actively invested in my dating life.”

  “What do you mean?” Holden frowns.

  "It’s a bit of a long story, really."

  "One you're willing to share?" Brandon asks.

  "Yes, I am." I nod confidently.

  “I assume you aren’t a virgin." Holden gets straight to the point.

  "No. My status changed last year." Brandon and Holden exchange a surprised glance.

  “Really?" they ask in unison.

  "Yes."

  "Did you date all those guys in the same year?" I can see how Brandon would come to that conclusion.

  "No, I didn't. I was with Frederick for a year and a half and after the relationship ended, I was still a virgin."

  "How is that even possible?" Brandon’s eyes are practically bulging out of his skull.

  "Okay, you totally lost me." Holden shakes his head.

  "And this is where the story begins," I announce. "I’ll bypass the, ‘once upon a time’, and dive right into it." I pull my lips up, but it's not a smile. It's the resignation that I'm about to delve into a part of my life that brings back unpleasant memories. "I went to an all-girl boarding school in Switzerland. Boys were this foreign concept for me during my teenage years. After secondary, I was accepted to several universities throughout Europe.”

  "What's secondary?" Brandon asks.

  "I'm not sure how the school system works in America. In Switzerland, you usually do your secondary between the ages of twelve to eighteen-nineteen," I explain.

  "I guess it's what we call high school back home," Holden offers.

  "In that case, after, high school." They smile. "I was planning on studying industrial design in Italy, but when Mum told us about her sickness, I came back to England. Mum didn't tell anyone she had breast cancer—not even my father."

  "I'm sorry to hear that," Holden says.

  "That must've been devastating," Brandon says with compassion.

  "It ripped the carpet right from under my feet. It was the same for my father and my three brothers. Mum’s family was equally despondent. It's only when she couldn't hide it any longer that Mum opened up."

  "I'm sure she had her reasons for doing that, but you all must’ve felt so blindsided."

  "You have no idea, Holden. That year only two things mattered—Mum and my studies."

  "Of course," Holden empathizes.

  "At the funeral, Daddy broke down and fell to his knees. Given his old war injury, my three brothers had to help him back up. The finality of watching someone waste away, fully aware there’s this vile thing growing uncontrollably inside them and killing them and there isn't anything you or any top surgeon in this world can do about it, is unbearably devastating for most of us—but to a former General and the leader of one of the most powerful nations in the world, it was like a crucifix. After Mum passed away, Daddy's soul was shattered and his heart broke into millions of tiny little irreparable pieces. Mum was his only true love and he was her first and only love. Daddy retreated from everybody, surfacing only when necessary to serve as the Prime Minister. When he was home at 10 Downing Street, he’d lock himself up in his private library. I could hear him cry at night. It was like that for the first four months after Mum’s passing."

  Brandon squeezes my hand. "It's okay, sweetie. If this is too much for you to talk about, we can leave it for another day," he says.

  "I don't want this to bring back bad memories for you," Holden offers.

  I shake my head. "No, I want to share this with you. I don't talk about this part of my life very often, which is why it gets me a little emotional. That said, it does explain how I met my first boyfriend."

  "You can keep sharing with us only if you’re sure, angel," Holden reassures.

  "I am."

  "Okay," Holden says cautiously.

  I take another deep breath before continuing. "As you can imagine, it was quite the loss for my father. He didn't eat or sleep much. It broke my heart to see him like that, but I was in no better emotional shape than he was—nor were my brothers. It went on like that for a few years— Daddy being a shell of his former herself. As my twenty-first birthday approached, I guess he healed sufficiently to slide back into father mode. Suddenly, he started entertaining a lot more, inviting many of his friends and their sons over to the house on weekends. That’s how I met Frederick Daniel Towneley. His father, Lord Simon Towneley, and mine have known each other forever. Frederick was the polar opposite of many of the guys I had dated platonically.” I see the look of surprise in their eyes. "Remember, Daddy can make you disappear really quickly," I joke. They both laugh. "In any case, Frederick had no political or business aspirations. Although his father is wildly successful—and of noble heritage—Frederick wanted to be a surgeon. He preferred to leave the helm of the paternal business to his brothers and sisters. Another plus, he wasn't completely obsessed with my father. It was refreshing. I thought Frederick was perfect. Yes, he was fairly introverted and he lived mostly in his mind, but he was nonthreatening— God.” I shake my head.

  "What is it?" Holden asks.

  "I can hear it now. I really couldn't back then. I can't believe that I chose a man based on the fact that he was nonthreatening. I mean, what kind of criteria is that?" I ask that question more to myself, not really expecting an answer from them.

  "You weren’t even attracted to him?" Holden asks.

  "It's not that Frederick was ugly. Far from it. He was a good-looking bloke. It's just I'm not even sure that his looks were part of the equation at the time," I say sincerely.

  "So you weren't in love?" Brandon concludes.

  "No, I wasn't. Frederick and I were really great friends. I was okay with that, because it meant that I didn't have to deal with that part of me. It would have remained that way for a long time, but after six months of us dating, Charlie kept prompting me to find out how it was between us. After dating a few guys in our circles, she had shunned blue-blooded men stating that most felt so entitled—because of their heritage and massive wealth—that they rarely worried about satisfying you in bed. She wanted to know if she was missing out on something."

  "Was he a good lover?" Brandon asks at the same time as Holden asks, “How was it between the two of you?"

  We all laugh.

  "You two are so eager," I
tease.

  "Can you blame us? That’s pretty much the only way we'll ever know how those guys fuck," Brandon jokes.

  This time, all three of us roar.

  Once I compose myself, I continue, "Frederick and I kissed. Sometimes it was even somewhat passionate—"

  “What the hell does that mean?" Brandon's jaw drops.

  "Why in the world would a woman like you settle for that at such a young age?" Is that bitterness I hear in Holden's voice?

  "My parents were the anomaly. They were ridiculously in love. To the outside world, they were a couple smitten with each other. They shattered many preconceived notions. People like us aren’t supposed to be that way. We’re supposed to be reserved, distant, and unflappable. Cold even. Marriages are supposed to be a union of power and wealth—another well-thought out strategy to prolong the dynasty. Sex is meant to bring heirs to this world to pass on the surname to another generation. Once that's taken care of, it's about satisfying basic human necessities. When that's not enough, sex becomes a calculated thing—aka an affair. It was never like that for my parents. After her passing, my father looked me in the eye one day and told me that after he had kissed Mum, that was it. He never looked or touched another woman after that. She was his everything.”

  “How old was he when they met?” Brandon inquires.

  “Daddy was twenty-seven when he fell in love with Mum. She was seventeen.”

  “Wow. That’s a big age difference,” Brandon winks. I match his complicit smile. Something tells me he’s making reference to the age gap between us.

  “Mum and my aunt Rebecca were part of the same circle of friends at the time. When Daddy came back from service, he acted as his baby sister’s chauffeur one Sunday afternoon and drove Aunt Rebecca to a birthday party for her best friend Virginia MacLeod. Mum was one of the girls invited to the big bash. She happened to be walking into Virginia house’s as Daddy was accompanying his sister to the door. One look and he was under her spell. When he found out Mum’s age, he backed off. Daddy said she was so innocent and he had seen so many things at war. He didn’t pursue her because he thought that she should go out with a guy her own age. He also didn't think a woman like her would want a man who had been mangled at war. He felt that Mum should find a bloke with a perfect body. Two years went by. Daddy couldn’t stop thinking of Mum. Yes, he dated other women simply because he was pressured to find a wife. He always found an excuse to put an end to those relationships. He’d bump into Mum at social events, galas and other functions. Always ogling from afar. Of course there was the yearly pilgrimage to Virginia’s birthday party. When Virginia turned nineteen, Mum purposely posted herself outside Virginia’s door, hoping Daddy would drive aunt Rebecca to the party. Of course he did. Mum said she had spent the entire morning making herself pretty, just for him. She waited for Daddy’s sister to go inside the house and then she approached my father and stood right in front of him. She said she then did something so unbecoming of a girl of her stature and rank.”

  “What’s that?” Brandon asks.

  “She told Daddy that she hoped now she was nineteen—and a woman—he’d ask her out.”

  “What did your dad say?” Holden asks. He seems as riveted as Brandon is.

  “He laughed so hard, he cried. Mum was worried that she had made a complete fool out of herself, but when Daddy was able to compose himself he confessed that he had come to drop his sister off with the firm intention of doing just that. He said, after their first date, he unquestionably knew he’d marry Mum.” I swallow the lump in my throat and wipe my eyes.

  “Are you okay, angel?” Holden looks so concerned.

  “I am. It’s just such a beautiful love story, you know?” Neither of them answers. I'm being such a sappy girl right now. “I guess my parents set the bar so high, I didn't want to try and fail. There's a reason why my brothers are still single. My uncles, aunts and people we know aren’t as blissfully happy as my parents were. Many are downright miserable in their relationships. Some can’t stand the sight of each other, but stay married because it makes financial sense. I thought that with Frederick, I could coast. Maybe I wouldn’t have a passionate love affair. Maybe I’d never have what Mum and Daddy had. Frederick and I got along so famously well. Maybe that was enough."

  “But it wasn’t," Holden says.

  I shake my head.

  "One night, when I was at Frederick's place, Charlie's words kept haunting me and I started wondering why we hadn't had sex yet. Frederick was reading the newspaper in the living room and I was reading a book. It was a Saturday night, and here we were, two people in our twenties reading like monks at eight o'clock at night. Something snapped. I dropped my book on the sofa next to me, I got up and I walked toward him. I remember the puzzled—almost panicked—look on his face. I pulled the newspaper from his hands, tossed it over my shoulder and started playing with his hair with one hand while pulling his hand up to my breast with the other. He'd never done that on his own so far."

  "No fucking way," Brandon exclaims, slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.

  "For the longest time, I thought Frederick ignored my breasts because they weren't big enough, but it turned out that I was wrong."

  "What was it?" Holden asks.

  "As I was forcing him to feel me, he turned bright red. It didn't make any sense to me. He was four years older. I assumed he had more experience. I even remember telling him that it was okay if both of us were virgins. We could learn together. I thought I was being a supportive girlfriend. I didn't realize I’d hit on something very sensitive. Just like that, the Pandora's box opened up." I snap my fingers together for effect.

  "Was he a virgin?" Holden asks.

  "He was, but not by choice," I confirm.

  "What?" Brandon grimaces.

  "Frederick was twenty-five years old, studying to be a world-class surgeon in one of the most renowned schools in the country. Yet, here he was dealing with a medical condition that had no cure." Brandon and Holden knit their eyebrows together in confusion. "Frederick was an early ejaculator. Very early. So much so that he'd never been able to last long enough to have sex with a woman. The mere act of sliding his cock just an inch inside a woman's vagina was enough for him to come—even if he was wearing a condom. After many failed attempts with past girlfriends, he gave up. Because of my inexperience, I was waiting for him to make the first move, that's why he never felt pressured in our relationship. And that's why, for the first six months, sex was never an issue. Once I found out why he had been so distant sexually, I went on Google with a vengeance to try and find as much as I could to help him. I felt we could get past it together. I was so naïve."

  "It didn't work." Holden says that as a statement and not a question.

  "No. Suddenly sex became the third person in the relationship. It was a really squeaky wheel. Even kissing made Frederick feel uncomfortable. He avoided touching me at any cost. I tried everything I could to help. I even asked Charlie to teach me how to give him blowjobs because I had read on a website that it helped guys with that sort of problem last longer—”

  "How in the world did your best friend teach you how to suck off a guy?" Brandon looks so freaked out.

  "Charlie has a lot more experience than I do. And cucumbers make a wonderful surrogate cock," I smile. "Did I mention that porn videos are quite amazing learning tools?" I state matter-of-factly.

  “You've got to be shitting me?" Brandon asks at the same time as Holden says, "No fucking way."

  "Why do you look so shocked?" Yes, I'm being facetious.

  "Well first off, it's not the norm for women to admit to that and you're the last person on earth I ever thought would watch porn," Holden says.

  "Do you think I'm too prissy for that?" I challenge.

  "Frankly, angel, yes. That would've been my assumption," he says.

  "Personally, I'm surprised that your father's security team didn't block those websites," Brandon says.

  "Oh, God no. I coul
d never surf those websites from my official phone or from my home—they monitor that Internet connection like hawks. That would send a red flag. That's when a good friend like Charlie comes in handy," I flash them a triumphant grin.

  They both laugh.

  "I’ve said it before, but I'll say it again. You’re full of surprises," Holden smiles.

  "That’s for sure. You're not at all how I imagined you'd be," Brandon confesses.

  "I'll be honest, Charlie had to coax me. I went in kicking and screaming. I thought it was below me to visit those dirty sites. Here I was, an intelligent and educated woman, I had no aspirations to become a whore or a stripper. Charlie reminded me that she was as educated as I was and she also explained that watching a video would answer all of my questions far better than she ever could. Since she had been an avid porn watcher for many years, there was a part of me that was curious to find out what the allure was all about. So I guess in some way I was killing two birds with one stone," I grin.

  "Is that how you learned how to pleasure yourself?" Holden asks. Brandon and Holden share a furtive glance before returning their attention to me. Their facial expression is one of curious awe.

  "Yes. Charlie had a long list of videos for me to watch. After she explained the basics and gave me some pointers, she handed me a spare laptop, a vibrator and a bottle of lube. She whooshed me off to her guest bedroom with strict instructions not to show my face until I had my first out of body experience. When I asked her how in the world I would know if I got it right or not, she simply looked at me with an arched eyebrow and said, Oh, honey, you’ll know. Twenty minutes later, I was a changed woman."

  Brandon lets out a strangled noise. I frown my confusion, but he simply stares at me. Okay.

  "I gather the blowjobs didn't work?" Holden asks.

  "No. God knows I gave it my all. It didn't matter how hard I tried, the minute Frederick readied himself to enter me, he’d spill all over himself. It was so discouraging. Eventually, Charlie suggested sex toys. Given who I am, it's not as if I could walk into a sex shop and ask for the week’s special. Going to a website and ordering naughty toys to be delivered to my home was ludicrous. Charlie became my purveyor. Bless that woman for taking her role so seriously. Without her taking pity on me, I doubt I would know what an orgasm is.”