She isn’t entirely wrong.
She's such a tiny little thing that I easily pick her up and drop her between my parted legs. I lean forward and tenderly kiss her lips. "Firstly, you can't believe everything you read on the Internet," I tap her nose with my index finger. "I told you that before," I scoff. "Secondly, you're right, I don't want to wake up with a woman in my bed—or should I say Brandon’s bed." Her body stiffens.
"See, I was right," she retorts.
"No, you weren't. I want to wake up with you in my bed."
Amelia has broken so many of our steadfast rules about women, why stop now? Those rules served their purpose, but things are very different with her.
"Really?" She lets out a soft laugh.
"Really," I confirm.
"Well, maybe I'll stay."
"Maybe? You're still not convinced?" I feel her nod. "Hmmm. I think you can do better than that."
"I'll stay." She says that with a lot more confidence.
"You need to call one of your officers?" I ask.
"Yes. They must be worried by now."
"If they were, they would’ve come running here hours ago. I'm sure they know exactly what's happening and why you're not back at your penthouse. They just might not know it's with two guys," I chuckle.
"I surely hope not," she laughs. "My phone is downstairs. I’ll go grab it to make a quick phone call. Officer Stohler is on duty now."
"Do you know her number by heart?" I ask.
“I do. I have to. It's part of the whole security thing." I suspected that much.
"Why don't you call her from my phone, that way we don't have to go downstairs."
"Oh, it's okay. You don't have to come downstairs with me."
"Like hell I don't. That's extremely ungentlemanly and not my style. Not to mention, you don't even know where the light switches are," I reminded her.
“Oh yeah,” she whispers. I hear the amusement in her voice.
I embrace her closer to me. “It only makes sense that I take care of you,” I pause at the realization that I’ve never said that to a woman before. “Had I been the one comatose and sleeping beauty over there had been the one up”—I point my chin to the left where Brandon is passed out— “he would’ve crawled out of bed and accompanied you.”
We both laugh softly.
"Okay you win. I'll call from your phone, but you do realize it sets a precedent. People might talk."
"You and I both know that your officers are paid not to talk. As for what you're fishing for, I'm okay with setting a precedent when it comes to you." With the way she contorts her body between my legs, I'm sure she's blushing furiously. "And I speak on behalf of grizzly bear here," I point my thumb to my best friend knowing that she can’t really see me.
"Are you sure?" she whispers.
I sweep her hair behind her shoulders and drop my forehead against hers. "I never say anything I don't mean, Amelia."
"In that case, I'll call from your phone."
"Good."
As if to voice his approval, Brandon flips over to face us and starts snoring like a freaking walrus during mating season.
"He’s sleeping so soundly," she comments.
"You mean he’s so loud?"
She laughs.
Brandon doesn't sleep much, but for the few hours when he's completely immersed, I swear that guy sounds like a fire-breathing dragon with a head cold.
"I must've been really exhausted, because I didn't even hear him," she says.
We didn't spare her. Nor did she ask us to put on the brakes. On the contrary, she kept begging for more.
"I think we really worked you hard.” Once we had a taste of how fucking sweet her pussy was clenched around our cocks, we couldn't stop. We fucked her to the point where we were the ones begging for a timeout. “Think about it, an hour ago we were still at it," I remind her.
Yup. A little less than sixty minutes ago, we gave her another heart-stopping orgasm. Her sixth of the night.
"You do know that I won't be able to function later today," she says.
"That doesn't sound like a complaint to me," I quip. That gets me a few laughs. "Do you want to stay here or do you want to sleep in my bedroom?" I ask, changing subject. "I'm sure I snore, but nothing like Brandon," I chuckle.
"We can't leave him alone in his bed," she protests. "I don't want to hurt his feelings."
"I'll leave him a note and he'll come join us in the morning. When he's like this, it only gets worse. You're not going to get any sleep," I explain.
It takes a few seconds before she answers. "Okay, let's go to your bedroom."
I laugh. "Call your officer, put her mind at ease—or I guess I should say, confirm what she already knows—and then we'll go back to bed."
That’s something else I never thought I'd ever say to a woman.
CHAPTER 41
Brandon
My eyes open and I’m lost for a minute. I lift my head up to look at the time and I nearly jump out of bed. "Is it really eight thirty?" I blink a few times and when the time changes to eight thirty-one, it hits me that I'm not dreaming. I do a quick calculation in my head and realize in shock that I slept for six and a half hours. That's unheard of. I flip over to see if Holden and Amelia are still lost in sleep just to find out that I'm alone in my bed.
"What the fuck? Where are they? I can't believe they didn't wake me up," I mutter.
I'm about to get out of bed to give my best friend a piece of my mind, when I see a piece of paper on the night table on the other side of the bed with my name on it. I reach out and grab it. I unfold it and read it with a grimace. Fucker. My snoring has always been the brunt of jokes with my platoon mates. I never considered how it might affect a woman. Then again that's never been a preoccupation of mine. Not until Amelia. So she really spent the night? In my bed and then in Holden’s? Wow.
I fling the sheets off of my body. The action disperses a light trail of her expensive perfume in the air. I close my eyes and inhale in deep. Damn. I love the way she smells. Come to think about it, I love the way she tastes—and I'm talking about both sets of lips. There's a whole lot about Amelia that I like. I wouldn't be entirely opposed to spending the day in bed with her and Holden. Alas, if last week was any indication, I'm sure this week will be busy as hell.
“Time to get up, buddy,” I coax myself.
I swing my legs off the bed to stand up. I look down and a smile stretches across my face at the sight of my massive erection. Holy shit. Considering how many times we ravished Amelia, you'd think that my cock would be satiated. Nope. He wants more. With a quick step, I make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, splash some cold water on my face to wake up, and relieve my bladder before returning to my bedroom. I stride to the set of drawers to pull out a pair of fresh boxer briefs. Once I’ve covered my morning wood, I head downstairs to the kitchen. To my great surprise, it's empty. After checking the deck adjacent to the kitchen and then running up the stairs to the deck on the upper floor, it becomes clear that Holden and Amelia are still sleeping. I know his note said he’d moved Amelia to his bedroom to allow her to get some sleep, but given the time of the day, I never thought he’d still be in bed. Just like mine, Holden’s system has been trained to survive without much sleep. The idea that he's still not up, is shocking. Wow. With a shrug, I stride back to my room and fire off a quick text message to Estelle and our staff letting them know we won't be in for a while. After which, I head towards Holden's bedroom.
When I crack open the door, I freeze.
Holy Jesus, I never thought I’d see this sight in my life.
Holden is cradling Amelia in his arms. She looks so tiny in comparison to my best friend’s giant frame. Her little naked body is plopped on top of his large chest and her arms are wrapped around his neck. Her hair is all over the place, fanned around them in a messy cascade. The expression on Holden’s face is priceless. The guy is fucking smiling in his sleep. There's a part of me that just wants to strip naked
and slide in bed next to them with the intention of teasing Amelia until she wakes up so that she can take care of my hard on. Before that can happen, it's only fair that I warn them of the time. I approach the bed and tap my best friend on the shoulder.
"Hey, it's time to get up," I whisper. He grunts and shakes his head in protest. For someone who never gets up past six in the morning— regardless of a wild night of partying or fucking—that's rich. "Holden, buddy. Up." He mumbles something that sounds eerily close to a cuss word. "It's late, Viking," I try again, raising my voice so that he can't pretend not to hear me.
He grunts again, but this time he doesn't ignore me. Sleepy blue eyes look up at me. "What do you mean it's late?" he asks, his voice laced with grogginess.
"As in, it's almost nine o'clock on a Monday morning," I explain.
"What the fuck?” Holden exclaims. He springs up like one of the coils in his expensive Alaska king-size mattress with Amelia still in his arms. Yeah, at six-six, the California king barely does it for him so he had to ship this enormous bed from New York. "That's not even possible. I never sleep this much," he states. Holden’s morning hair is hilarious. It's sticking up at the back of his head making it look like he’s wearing a spiked golden crown. I have to exert an insane amount of restraint not to burst out laughing. "She did this to me," he says, dropping his eyes to the woman he’s still embracing. “Her pussy drugged me.”
I snicker.
The commotion is enough to wake up our princess. Well, almost.
"What's going on?" Amelia grumbles. "What's all the shouting about?" Her voice is sleepy and her eyes are still closed. "God, what time is it? Forget it. Don't tell me. I don't care," she yawns. "Brandon, come back to bed," she pleads. Not just yet.
"Time for you to get up, sleepyhead," I tease, trailing a finger down her back.
"No, it's too early. I'm too tired," she protests like a child.
Let's roll with that then. "Young lady, get your ass out of bed right now. It's nearly nine o'clock in the morning on a school day," I scold in a fatherly way.
That gets her attention.
"You've got to be bloody kidding me." Her green eyes dart up at me.
I shake my head. "I'm as shocked as both of you at the time. I can't believe all three of us slept in."
"Bollocks. I have a meeting at nine thirty at my office with my assistant. I'll never make it in time," she says.
"You’ll have to postpone it," I suggest.
"Shit, don't we have to be at the office?" Holden asks.
"I've already taken care of it. I texted Estelle and asked her to make sure the team covers for us. I told her that something came up and we wouldn’t be in until much later. I didn't even wait for her reply. My phone is already on silent mode. For good measure, I also texted the staff."
"Oh my God, my officers are going to think I'm the sluttiest slut of the century," Amelia comments.
"That’s quite the title," I chuckle.
"That's not funny,” she admonishes.
"I thought you dated that Frederick guy for a year and a half," Holden says. "I'm sure you must’ve stayed at his place overnight."
"And what about Geoff?” I remind her.
She lets out a long sigh. "I only saw Geoff during the day because evenings were dedicated to bloody networking and schmoozing at some event or another." Loser. How the hell can you not want this woman every single night of the week? As for Frederick, it took seven months before I had my first sleepover at his place. He never stayed at mine. I've known you guys no more than a weekend and here I am," she opens her arms dramatically.
"I think you're making too much out of it," Holden offers. He combs her hair with his large fingers, trying to tame her crazy mane. You aren’t going to win that battle, buddy. "You're a beautiful young woman. I don't think it'll come as a shock to them if you spend the night with a guy. Brandon is our little secret. We won't tell them you're riding two cocks."
We all laugh.
"Everything is happening so fast." I can't tell if it's an observation or a concern.
"Is that a problem?" Holden asks. “It isn't for me," he adds before giving her a chance to answer. “What about you?” he asks me.
"I don't have any problems with it either," I confirm. "Sweetie?" When she doesn't answer, I sit on the bed next to Holden and her. "You want us to take things slow?" I ask, stroking her back tenderly. Her eyes bore into mine but I'm incapable of reading her. "Do you want us to put the brakes on?" I press.
She shakes her head. "No. I don't." Thank the fuck God. "I like it, the three of us," she says shyly. “I like it a lot."
"So do we," I reassure her. Holden nods his agreement. "But you already know that," I remind her.
"It's just that it's never been like this before with other guys," she explains.
"It's the same for us," Holden responds without hesitation. "You already texted them to let them know you were staying at my place. So what if it’s midday by the time you show up at your penthouse?" Holden shoots me a cocky grin.
“That's what I'm talking about," I exclaim, rubbing my hands furiously together.
"Wh-what?" Her eyes widen like saucers. "Midday? Have you lost your bloody mind, Holden? That's three hours from now." We've got big plans for you.
"Exactly,” he says matter of factly. "You broke the mold with your officers. You might as well milk it for all it's worth. Brandon has already contacted our staff and nobody's expecting us for a few hours. I say we make it a lazy Monday morning," Holden suggests.
“Hear, hear," I say.
"You guys still want me?" she asks. As if that's hard to fathom?
I slide off the bed, get back on my feet, latch my fingers to the side of my boxer briefs and pull them down to my ankles before stepping out of them. I straighten up and fist my balls and my cock with one hand. "Does this answer your question?" Amelia’s eyes zoom in on my cock and they widen in disbelief.
"Put that thing away, you might hurt someone. And stop squeezing it like that, you’ll pass out from all the blood rushing down to your cock."
"The lady asked a question, I'm merely answering her. Words are cheap. I think this paints a much better picture. Don't you?" I smile wide.
Holden shakes his head at me. "Let me formulate it a little differently than my best friend here," he says. "We waited a long time for you. Six times in one evening isn’t up to our standards."
"Dear God," she whispers.
And just like that, Holden puts everything into perspective.
What a way to kick off the week.
CHAPTER 42
Brandon
What an amazing morning.
I wouldn’t be averse to starting every day like that. Holden and I took turns fucking the hell out of Amelia’s pussy and mouth until we had nothing left. After which, we jumped in the shower to get ready for the day. I don’t know if it was how her wet silky smooth skin felt under my hands as I soaped her all over while her tongue was dancing with Holden’s, but before you know it, we were at it again. We didn’t go down to the kitchen until eleven thirty. By then, we were famished. We all agreed that our appetite demanded far more than measly cereal or paltry toasts so we ended up heating two quiches our personal chef had tucked away in our freezer. For good measure we also pulled out a couple of frozen baguettes to eat with the leftover items from the charcuterie board Amelia prepared on Saturday night. To my surprise we wolfed down every last bite.
We kicked back for another half hour enjoying some strong coffee on the deck near the kitchen, before Amelia declared it was high time for her to show her face at the office. After another round of passionate and raunchy kisses we were finally ready to go. Holden suggested he’d accompany her back to her place before heading out, but our little princess refused vehemently. She was so freaked out at the idea of being too obvious about her wild night. As if walking back to your place still wearing that cock-hardening dress isn’t a red flag. The cat is out of the bag, sweetheart. Her reaction wa
s quite hilarious. In the end, Amelia went back to her penthouse alone to change and Holden and I hopped in the back of a cab. By the time we waltzed into the office it was one o’clock in the afternoon.
“Good afternoon," Holden and I chime in unison as we walk through the door.
“Where have you been?” Estelle jumps to her feet and races to meet us.
"You look lovely as always, Estelle," Holden comments. He’s right.
She’s wearing a white skirt with a grayish and pink floral print, a white blouse with puffy sleeves and a pair of nude-color heels.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you," she says absentmindedly. That's when I noticed that her hair wasn't as polished as it usually is and contrary to the norm, she's allowed her lipstick to fade. The Estelle we know, never walks around the office without her trademark red pout.
"Is that any way to greet your bosses when you haven't seen us since Friday?" I ask with feigned indignation.
"Good afternoon to you, Mr. Buckingham." She pauses to turn her attention to Holden. "And you, Mr. Barclay. Now that we've gotten the formalities and politeness out of the way, allow me to go back to what I was saying." She lets out a long exhale. "I've been frantically trying to reach you and frankly it would've been a much better morning and afternoon had you responded to my urgent messages. We’ve all been going nuts." Ah. Something’s up.
“I texted you this morning to let you know not to expect us until later and to make sure the staff covered for us,” I remind her, taking a step forward, Holden following right behind me.
"I got the message, Mr. Buckingham, but I’ve been texting you and your business partner like a crazy person. I must've left at least twenty messages. Haven't you received any of them?" Twenty? What's so pressing?
Holden and I exchange a furtive glance.
On the drive to the office, we sat back and enjoyed the ride. Clearly, we weren't about to discuss the highlight of our sex-filled marathon night within earshot of our chauffeur, but the way my best friend and I were grinning at each other, words were unnecessary. As a result, we didn't even bother to pull out our phones. I guess that was a mistake.
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