“Things still fell flat?” Brandon asks.
“Even with those toys nothing worked. I only ended up with a chest full of sex toys.” Brandon and Holden's eyes grow wide at my revelation. They then glance at each other, they share a silent conversation before returning their attention to me. “The more ideas I suggested we try, the more Frederick would push me away. He kept telling me that I was stomping all over his manhood. After about a year of trying everything I could think of, I gave up. It was the hardest thing to do because Frederick is a really great guy, but I realized that if I stayed with him—”
"You’d still be a virgin," Brandon attempts to finish my sentence.
"Yes, that's part of it. It took me a year and a half to realize that I'd be missing out on one of the important components of any great relationship. It's essential to make it complete. And when I started thinking about us having kids, it became clear that it would also become an ordeal. Not to mention, that I was tired of settling for an over-used vibrator."
They exchange that look again. When they shift their eyes back to me, I nearly combust by what I read. Suddenly I feel self-conscious that I might've shared too much.
Holden shifts in his chair, clears his throat and asks, "Who punched your V-card?"
"My what?"
"Took your virginity," Brandon elaborates.
Ah. “Gianluigi Del Piero.”
"Italian?" Brandon asks.
"Absolutely. Gianluigi was an aspiring model from Naples. Last year, he was in Milan at the same time I was. I was there for a special training and he was there auditioning for a big menswear designer. We hooked up at a café. When Gianluigi noticed that I was struggling to understand a waiter—of course, at the time I knew nothing about your App—”
"You’re forgiven," Brandon winks. I smile.
"Gianluigi came to my rescue. His English is far from perfect, but it was enough for me to be able to order some food. I invited him to sit at my table and we hit it off. We talked for hours and laughed like teenagers. After a while, he suggested we go for a walk. That walk ended up in front of my hotel. We went to the bar for drinks and soon drinks turned into more. I invited him up and when things between us became really hot and heavy, I told him I was a virgin. He didn't mind. He was nineteen and I was twenty-three going on twenty-four, so he didn't have a huge amount of experience and since I had none, it was a perfect match. We had a nice weekend. He was very caring and attentive. Since he had no clue that I was Britain's Prime Minister's daughter, there was no pressure. No expectations—”
"Just so we’re clear, princess, neither Brandon or I want anything from your father. The same applies to your brothers and anyone else in your entourage. We came from nothing and we pulled ourselves up by our bootstraps to become who we are today. You're a prize on your own merits." Wow. Holden's words are so touching.
“Thank you for saying that," I blush.
"No, seriously, I mean it," Holden presses. "I want to make sure you understand that. I don't want you to ever have any doubts about that,” he pauses. “I can see how challenging it must be for you to evaluate if a guy sees you as an asset rather than a person. I want you to know that although we have a great deal of respect and admiration for your father, that's about it. We really don't care if he can open doors for us or not. This,” Holden points to each one of us. "is all about you. Are we clear?" I nod. He reaches out and cups my face in his hands. I lean into it. “I want words, angel."
"It means a lot to hear you say that."
"As long as you remember that when we're together, that's all that matters," Brandon adds.
I lift my head and hold his gaze. "I will," I promise.
“I think that's why I felt so comfortable with Gianluigi.” I pull away from Holden's hand to continue my story. "He genuinely wanted to be with me. On Monday, he had to go back home and I embarked on my weeklong training. We never stayed in touch."
"Wow, that seems so...”
"Unromantic?" I finish Brandon's sentence.
"Yes," he says.
"Was your first time romantic?" I ask.
Brandon nods for a few beats before answering. "You got me there, sweetie."
"Who was your third boyfriend?" Holden is paying close attention.
"Geoffrey Huxley."
"Did your father also connect the two of you?" Brandon inquires.
"Not directly. Geoffrey comes from a political family and I’ve bumped into him at several events. The first time he asked me out, I was already dating Frederick. The second time around, I was single again."
"How long did you go out with him?" Holden asks.
"Two weeks." My answer is short and sweet, just like our relationship.
"Wow!" Brandon exclaims.
"That's all it took for me to see his true colors," I reveal.
"What do you mean?" Holden asks.
"At first Geoffrey really made me believe that it was about me, but quickly it became abundantly apparent that he was completely obsessed with my father. It got to the point where I thought he was truly enamored with Daddy. On top of that, Geoffrey was a fairly selfish lover—it was all about him. I guess that's why he kept things simple—in and out and he was done,” I say that last part with a tinge of sarcasm. "Although we saw each other for two weeks, we only had sex twice because he was traveling extensively during that time. As if that wasn't enough, he also had a particular condition that affected our sex life."
"He was also an early ejaculator?" Brandon practically shouts his question.
"No, he wasn't. Geoffrey fell asleep immediately after he came."
"You mean a few minutes after he came?" Holden tries to correct me.
I shake my head. "No, I mean right after. He'd end up falling asleep on top of me. I had to fight my way from underneath him for fear that his weight would crush me—not an easy task considering he was still inside me."
"No freaking way." I'm not surprised by Brandon's reaction. Charlie was just as dumbfounded.
"Not a word of a lie. He'd come calling God five hundred times and then the next thing I know, he was snoring.”
"I can't believe that." Brandon shakes his head in disbelief.
"Frankly, neither can I," Holden says. "How long ago did you break things off with him?"
"Eight months ago."
"And there hasn't been anyone since?" Holden presses.
I lower my eyes. "No. When I ended things with Geoffrey, I started to believe that I had the absolute worst luck with men. In order to avoid setting myself up for disappointment, I intentionally ignored that part of me. I lost myself in my work and focused on building my business. Then on the night of my twenty-fifth birthday, I stumbled on two American hunks who turned my world upside down," I smile wide.
"I guess it's serendipity because neither Brandon or I were on the invitation list," Holden jokes.
"You’re right. By the time we officially met at the ceremony, we already had something that linked us together," I observe. "And here we are today." I spread my arms open to stress my point.
"So we did good by you earlier?" Holden underestimates his talents.
"Other than with Gianluigi, I’ve never really felt desired. And even with him, it was never like it is with you—”
"Do you understand how much we want you, Amelia?" Holden rasps.
"How much we’re drawn to you?" Brandon’s voice is as deep and rich as his best friend's. "I hope we’ve made that clear tonight."
"Yes," I smile. "And it's very much mutual," I confide.
I’m drawn to these two and the attraction is scorching. Being with them feels like standing at the foot of a volcano just before it erupts.
"Good. I'm happy we’re on the same page," Holden’s all-consuming gaze is a little intimidating.
"So am I," I say.
“Now that we've gotten that out of the way, there's a question that’s burning my tongue."
"What’s that?" I shift my attention to Brandon.
"Do you s
till have that chest full of toys?”
“Pardon me?”
Brandon’s question takes me aback.
“I asked you if you still have all those sex toys your best friend bought you?” There isn’t a trace of humor on his face.
Surprised, I open my mouth and then close it.
CHAPTER 32
Brandon
I feel for Amelia. I really do. Sitting here listening to her story was a real revelation. A lot of things surprised me, but nothing shocked the heck out of me more than hearing her say that she's watched porn and that she's played with sex toys. Don't even get me started on her eagerness to learn how to give a guy a blowjob. Cucumbers? Lets just say that I'll never look at that vegetable the same way ever again. I had to mentally coax myself not to get up from the table, mumble a polite excuse, rush to my room, drop my jeans and jerk off furiously to the visual looping in my head. I mean, given the pristine package this girl comes in, this is a dream come true for any guy with a pulse and a cock.
I was all for being the sympathetic lover, but when she started revealing what she had to resort to in order to keep her former relationship alive, my mind started going straight to the gutter. I'm not even going to lie. I stopped seeing her as a sexually timid woman who had had a string of impassionate lovers.
I started seeing her as the little lamb who was starving for sexual healing.
I started seeing her as the sweet kitten who had been unjustly deprived.
I started seeing her as the princess who had been waiting her entire life for Holden and I to fill that void.
She’s so fucking ready for us. It’s ridiculous. God definitely worked His magic when He arranged for all three of us to bump into each other.
Once we help Amelia understand what she's been missing, I have no doubt she’ll transform into one red hot lover. Our red hot lover.
That’s why I refuse to budge from my question. I have to know.
"Sweetie, do I have to remind you of rule number two?”
She shakes her head. "No."
"In that case, I expect an answer," I demand.
"Fuck, you're being a hardass," Holden observes. Yeah, the way his left eyebrow is arched, I know he's enjoying this game.
"Don't you dare play holier than thou with me. As if you aren’t dying to know," I say.
He lifts his hands in the air. "I never said I wasn't. I was just going to give her a short respite before drilling her. You’re just going right in for the kill," he grins.
"You’ve known me long enough to know that I'm not one to stretch things out unnecessarily," I grin back. "Princess, you’re suddenly very quiet. I asked a question and I still haven't heard your answer," I say, turning my attention back to the woman staring at me.
"Th-that's personal," she attempts.
What? Wrong answer.
In a heartbeat, I’m up on my feet, circling the table until I’m standing right over her. I part my legs, take a military stance and press my fists into my waist.
“Really?” She shivers. Her lips part, but no sound escapes. Her eyes linger on my mouth for just a beat and then flicker down to my cock. Dirty girl. "And having Holden’s tongue right up your dripping pussy while I’m devouring your mouth is less personal?” Yeah, my cock is doing all the thinking for me.
She tilts her head back, her beautiful green eyes growing wide. “Oh,” she breathes. "I mean...” a pause. “Well...” she attempts again. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and her eyes hooded with arousal.
“Well, what?” She blinks, surprised by my sharp tone, an anxious noise escaping her throat. I have no doubt she's trying to find her words. "Let me repeat the question again just in case you didn't hear it the first time around. That treasure chest. Those toys. Do you still have them?"
She bites her teeth into her lower lip. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Even in that oversized sweatshirt, I can see her chest heaving up and down. "Yes." Her answer comes out as a soft whisper.
Now we’re getting somewhere. I take a step closer. She averts her gaze. I don't follow it. I don't have to.
"Angel, don't look at me. I can’t help you when he's like that." The amusement in Holden's voice is clear.
"Do you still use those toys?" I ask.
My question snaps her attention back to me. “Um..."
"Was that a yes or a no?" I demand.
"Brandon, I was just sharing that in a specific context," she pleads. Yeah, in the context of driving me out of my fucking mind.
"I appreciate that, but you revealed things that will ring in my head for the rest of my natural life. I need to know now if you still use those sex toys, Amelia?"
To the outside world, I'm sure I look like a raving maniac right now. In my defense, my raging erection is dictating everything. Two and a half weeks without pussy will do that to even the sanest man.
"Yes."
Dirty little princess.
Just in case I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, that answer did it.
I wasn't going to go there, but when she slips her index finger between her lips and looks up at me with those helpless eyes, I know I have my answer before even asking the question. That said, I’m so fueled by lust, I need to hear the words. Yeah, I can be a bastard like that.
"Did you use one of your toys last night?" My voice is low and raspy, wavering with my restraint. She slides her gaze to my best friend, back to me, and back to him again. "Did you, Amelia?" I press.
She slides her finger out of her mouth and answers. “I did."
Jesus Christ.
I knew it in my gut, but now that the words have slipped from her lips, it’s surreal.
“You did?” The way Holden asks that, you’d think he’s in disbelief.
“Yes,” Amelia answers simply.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Holden mutters. Fuck yeah it is.
"Were you thinking of that kiss we shared?" She just blinks at me. "Were you pressing that vibrator against your throbbing clit while flashing back to when I was kissing you with my hand groping your tits under the watchful eye of my best friend?" She gasps. I'm just getting started. “Were you so turned on by the fact that you were a bad girl that you had to seek release at your own hand? Were you that turned on, princess?" Her lips form the most delicious O, but that's as far as it goes. “Did you imagine our cocks pumping in and out of your pussy while you were playing with your hard little clit?" I fucking bombard her.
A tiny choking noise comes from somewhere in the back of Amelia’s throat. She places her left hand against her chest and raises her right hand to me. "Brandon, enough. Please," she pleads.
"Until you answer my questions, I'm going to keep pushing you," I set her straight. She doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she keeps staring at me with trembling lips. I know it’s on the tip of her tongue. “Did you?”
“Oh, God,” she whispers. And if she doesn't cross her legs and tilt her pelvis forward. Fuck.
"Amelia," I warn. I'm holding on by a thread at this point.
"I was already so aroused when I left here, but by the time Holden walked me back to my place, I was going out of my mind—”
"That doesn't answer the question," I interrupt.
"Yes." I was satisfied with her answer, but she had to go there. She had to make it dirty. “Twice last night before falling asleep." Jesus. "Once this morning before even getting out of bed." Christ. "And again this afternoon after my Ashtanga yoga class.” Fucking shit. “I couldn't imagine coming here feeling the way I did without doing something about it. My whole body was inflamed just thinking of the two of you." She pleasured herself four times since she left here... all because of a kiss.
I shoot Holden a quick glance and I swear, I've never seen the guy look more shocked in his life. Without thinking, I bend forward and lift her up in my arms.
“Sorry, but I need this,” I announce before Holden even questions me.
“What are you doing?” Amelia squeals.
I walk decisively to the other side of the deck until I reach one of the long lounge chairs where I drop her to her feet. She looks up at me confused. I guess what she reads in my eyes must be incredibly intimidating because she backs up a few paces until she bumps against the lounge chair. It’s the one I was napping on earlier and the back is lying flat in a perfect horizontal position. "Where are you going, princess?" I ask. She doesn't respond. Without giving her any more time to think, I drop to my knees and start playing with the belt I had looped around her waist. In no time, I unbuckle it and throw it over my shoulder. I'm surprised you can hear the clinking metal sound of the buckle and the tongue hitting the cement tile considering how loudly all three of us are breathing. Since Amelia is this tiny little thing, the sports shorts I had lent her slide right off exposing that martini bikini Holden was drinking from earlier. I’ve gorged on my fair share of women who opt for the landing strip or even go bare, but this is the first time I see pussy hair this well styled. I look up at her huge bewildered eyes and smile. “My best friend had his shot. It’s my turn to feast on your pussy, sweetie.” Now she knows, I feel like she needs at least an explanation before I go ape shit crazy on her. "Remove your top," I command. She does as she's told allowing it to fall at her feet. I hear the legs of a chair scraping against the floor behind me, but I don't pay it any attention. I don't even bother looking back to see what Holden’s up to. "Kick it out of the way," I order. And she does. Amelia motions to bring her hands up to her breasts, but I stop her. "Please, no," I plead. I'm sure she feels exposed, but I need this. "Don't ever hide from us. I haven’t taken you in fully yet, but I already know I love every part of you. Let me look at all of you." It's almost as if I’m begging. Heck, I don't even recognize my own voice. “Brush your hair back so it’s not covering your breasts.” She does. As impatient as I am to taste her, I sit back against my folded knees to admire her. Everything was so rushed earlier in the kitchen. That flirty skirt of hers was in the way and it was impossible to appreciate how gorgeous she is. Now that she’s standing in front of me fully naked, I can drink her in. My eyes rake from her painted toes, up her slim legs, hover over her slender hips, glide all the way up to her taut stomach until they land on her firm tits. Her pale skin is flawless. “God, you’re so incredibly beautiful,” I whisper.
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