Our dirty little princess is the perfect match for us in every sense of the word. She's sweet, classy and poised to the outside world and just twisted, perverted and filthy enough to keep us worshiping every single part of her.
CHAPTER 64
Brandon
I swear to God, we fucked Amelia so many times, I’m certain we broke the Guinness World Record for the most orgasms in a thirty-six-hour window. As much as neither of us wanted this weekend to end, we had to face reality—all three of us have businesses to run.
After another mind-blowing sex marathon—that ended about an hour ago—Holden had to practically hoist Amelia’s tired body over his shoulder like a firefighter and carry her downstairs to where her chauffeur and Officer Stohler were waiting.
Since the night of our first date, things have evolved so much it’s surreal. I wasn’t lying about giving her a dedicated drawer to safe keep the panties I steal from her, but let’s face it, she can’t walk around in underwear alone. To our girlfriend’s delight, Holden and I decided yesterday morning to use one of the spare bedrooms as her dressing room. A few trips back to her place is all it took for her to have enough outfits for the week. Now she can leave straight from our penthouse to her work like she did this morning. Secretly, I love the idea that she can stay with us a little longer.
“Shit, I’m famished,” I mumble. The rumbling of my stomach shakes me out of my reverie. As I get breakfast ready, I hear the front door open. “Thank God you’re back. I’m about to pass out from starvation,” I shout.
“Look who I found hanging out in the lobby,” Holden shouts back.
Little vixen.
I drop the paper bag I’m holding on the counter and grab a dishtowel to wipe my hands clean. I stroll down the hallway with a quick step and a huge smile painted across my face.
“Did our girlfriend decide to play hooky today after all?” I snicker. I know it's unlikely, because much to our chagrin she has an important meeting she just couldn’t cancel this morning, but maybe she’s back for one last kiss. “Two cocks will do that to a girl—” Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “You’re not Amelia,” I state the obvious, staring at a pair of bewildered blue eyes.
I was hoping to see our girl standing next to Holden. I certainly didn’t expect the tall debonair man sporting an impeccably well-cut suit… well, I didn’t expect him for another hour, that is.
Duke’s eyebrows hit his forehead at the same time as his jaw drops.
My panicked eyes shift to my best friend’s. “Nikolaj made it here from Heathrow airport in record time,” Holden explains with a shrug. “His driver knows all the shortcuts,” he continues as if I hadn’t just dropped a bomb.
“Great to see you again, man,” I piggyback on my best friend’s casual tone. "I guess you saw your wife off," I add. Maybe he didn’t pick up on my slip-up.
“Heathrow? My wife?" he huffs. "You're actually going to try to cover this up?" I guess I was wrong. He just blinks at me incredulously. “Are you bloody kidding me?” Duke asks. Both Holden and I exchange a furtive look. “I have ears, mates. I heard that. You can't simply sweep this one under the rug.”
We finally fess up.
“We’re not,” I say at the same time as Holden says, "You heard right.”
“Blimey,” Nikolaj says, raking his free hand through his hair. “I came here to drop off Royal’s iPhone—”
“Oh, thanks so much, buddy,” I interrupt. “I really appreciate this. I’m totally lost without the darn thing,” I offer him an innocent smile.
Yeah, with all my excitement over seeing Amelia again, I forgot my phone in the lounge. Serves me right for obsessively checking my messages hoping to hear from her while she was getting ready. One of Chris’ staff members found it and immediately contacted Nikolaj.
“Don’t think I don’t see right through you, Royal,” he warns. “As I was saying, I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone by also catching up on the highlights of your weekend,” he pauses. “I figured I'd swing by here before going back to my place since I didn't have to waste time in morning traffic. I never expected you’d drop this kind of explosive news on me. Mates, it’s eight o’clock on a Monday morning, I’m over forty. You can’t do this to me. I might require medical assistance,” he says. “My wife is far too young to be a widow.” He adds a dramatic headshake.
We all laugh.
“Sorry, Nikolaj, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack,” I say cheaply.
“So, what’s this about Amelia being your girlfriend?" he asks. He continues without allowing us to respond. "When the hell did this happen?" His gaze bounces from mine to Holden's.
"Inside the suite at the club," I explain.
"Holy shit!" he exclaims. "Something tells me there's a lot more to this story," he concludes.
"You're right," Holden says. "Did you already have breakfast?" he asks.
"No. There was no time for that. My wife and I lingered in bed a bit too long, so we had to rush in order for her to catch her flight back to Paris. Let's just say I didn't want to let her go," he chuckles.
Holden and I laugh.
"Do you have any meetings to attend or can you stay a while?" Holden asks. "Brandon and I aren’t due in the office until early afternoon, so we’re in no rush.”
While Amelia was in the shower, Holden and I decided to take it easy and work from home. I sent out the text early this morning. To our surprise a few team members were already hard at work. It seems all the media coverage from last week is still paying off big time.
"I can stick around,” Duke says. “I was planning on working from my home until I have to leave for my three o'clock meeting. After Mrs. von Henningsen got down and dirty with your girlfriend, I had to punish her and remind her who she belongs to. I might have been slightly uncompromising in my approach—then again, I always am with her.” He purses his lips and tilts his head to the side to stress his point. "How dare she? I was so bloody turned on, I didn't know what to do with myself. Seriously, it was a very pleasurable weekend for both of us. I just can't get enough of her. What's new, right?” Holden and I laugh. “Now I'm paying the price. I need to pace myself this morning. Nothing you young lads would understand," he chuckles.
“In that case, why don't we all sit on the deck? We have breakfast taken care of since we were in the same boat. While Amelia was rushing to get ready, I ran to Camellia’s Bakery for some muffins and scones before dropping by Whole Foods for a platter of fruits," I say. "I had to literally force our girl to leave with a muffin so she had something in her stomach," I add. Nikolaj just looks at me wordlessly. "What?" I ask after a few long seconds.
"My God," he marvels. "I never thought I'd see the day when alphas like you would become this domesticated."
"Look who's talking!" Holden quips. "You may growl a lot, but you're putty in your wife's hands."
“Guilty as charged,” Duke grins. We all laugh. "I'll gladly accept your invitation for breakfast as long as you two are willing to spill your guts," he challenges.
"It's a deal," Holden and I say.
* * *
Since this is the first time Duke has dropped by our place, we give him the grand tour. After which we make our way to the deck annexed to the kitchen for breakfast.
After polishing off a hearty plate of eggs and sausages, we devoured the half dozen seasonal berry muffins. The half dozen scrumptious scones received the same appreciation. Now we’re kicking back, sipping our second cup of piping hot latte laced with two shots of espresso. We sit in meditation enjoying the warm morning rays until Duke breaks the silence.
"Bloody hell, you even bought clotted cream, blackcurrants and bitter orange jam for the occasion," Nikolaj marvels, his eyes riveted on the table.
"I figured Amelia would expect those things," I explain in my defense.
He shakes his head. "You’re truly whipped, mate."
"Takes one to know one," Holden retaliates.
"I'm not going to argue with you. Ciara h
as me by the balls and I wouldn't want it any other way. The question is, are you two ready?"
So far, we've avoided the subject of our girlfriend, but of course, I knew it was just a matter of time before Duke tables it again.
"We are," Holden and I affirm in unison.
"You sound certain enough," Duke points out.
"You’ve met her. You know how incredible she is. She's the perfect package. Heck, you knew that well before she came stumbling into our life," I argue.
"You're right, but when you make things official with a woman, it sends a definite message."
"That was our intention," I set him straight.
Duke shifts his attention to Holden.
"What Brandon said," he stresses.
Duke considers me for a beat. "Now that we’re all satiated, I believe you lads owe me a story," he reminds us.
Holden nods at me, indicating I should run with it.
“Fair enough,” I say before launching into storytelling mode.
Over the next the several minutes, I offer Nikolaj a somewhat chaste glimpse of our smoking hot night and our weekend. I share with him how Holden’s slip of the tongue took our relationship to the next level and pushed two longtime bachelors to commit without a shred of hesitation to the same woman.
Of course, I say nothing about the sexy as hell butt plug Amelia surprised us with. I don’t tell him that our girlfriend wanted us to fuck her ass. I omit the part where she begged us to take her bareback and how that nearly killed me on the spot. I avoid sharing how she wept when both Holden and I shot our loads inside her ass and pussy, marking her in a way no other men had before or ever will. I remain quiet about how fucking amazing it was to take her ass the next day for the first time and how I thought I had seen God when I came. He doesn’t have to know that the innocent image he has of Amelia is only part of the story. I’m jealous of sharing those intimate details of our relationship. I want to guard them close to my heart and keep them between the three of us. No one else needs to know. I sum it all up by telling Nikolaj that Holden and I fulfilled Amelia’s every fantasy and that she enjoyed the illicit experience so much, she’s already eager to return to Nightfall.
“This woman has put a spell on you,” Nikolaj chuckles when I finish.
“Yeah,” I affirm. “And I’m okay with that,” I borrow his words.
“Same for me,” Holden agrees.
"Well, this is definitely a huge step forward. I'm happy for you, mates. You're right, Royal, I do think highly of your girlfriend.”
“She’s incredible,” I gush.
“She’s a fucking dream,” Holden adds.
“It seems like she is," he nods. Nikolaj ponders for a short while before speaking again. "I just never imagined that a woman like that would not only partake in a ménage romance, but that she’d be willing to take things this far. Don't even get me started about her showing up at the club or that kiss with my wife. I guess I was wrong about Amelia Cavendish," he concludes.
“You really can't judge a book by its cover,” Holden states.
“There are so many layers to Amelia,” I say. And they’ll always remain hidden to the prying eye because she's only willing to reveal them to us. “She’s not your average rich and privileged socialite. That’s what’s so amazing about her.”
"Indeed," Duke concurs.
“There’s only one thing I regret about Saturday night," I say to Holden and Duke’s surprise.
"What's that?" Holden inquires.
"It was such a spur of the moment thing and regrettably we didn't make a big deal out of it. It's a shame. She deserves more."
"You're right, Royal." Holden concedes.
"Obviously, we didn't have much time to talk about it since she just left our place, but it's been on my mind since Saturday night," I explain further. “I think we should do something to show her how much she means to us.”
“I like the sound of that, Royal,” Holden nods.
"Well, mates, I learned the fine art of asking the woman of your dreams to become your girlfriend from Martin. The guy’s a pro. Since you're venturing into uncharted territory, I'm more than happy to be your guide in the matter," Duke offers.
“That’s funny. Thanks, buddy. Even though this is new to us, I’m sure we can come up with something that will dazzle her,” I say.
“Yeah, Brandon can be pretty creative.”
"No problem. I’m here if you need me,” Nikolaj laughs. “Are you going to tell her father, or will she?" he asks the tough question.
"These past few days have been all about the three of us. It's only now that we’re stepping back into the real world. Brandon and I haven't talked about it yet, but it goes without saying that, yes, it's definitely part of the plan."
"So, you aren’t worried that he'll have you shipped to Siberia or order a hit on you?" Duke chuckles.
"Oh, it's still a concern, but we’ll have to grow balls and tell him," I laugh. "I think it should be the three of us. I don't think the onus should fall on Amelia. It wouldn't be fair."
"Since Lord Cavendish only has a few more weeks left in office, maybe we should just wait it out," Holden suggests.
"That's not a bad idea," Nikolaj chimes in. "The man has done so much for this nation. This story might be explosive."
"You're right," I say.
"It's not as if we’re going to secretly date his daughter for the next six months without him knowing. Not to mention that these things eventually come out. That said, a few weeks could make a big difference on his legacy. The last thing we want is for the British press to latch onto our story and feed off it like a pack of wild hyenas.”
“I can already see the scandalous headlines now,” I say with dramatic hand gestures.
"Exactly," Holden agrees.
"The British press is notorious for being absolutely vicious and barbaric when they smell blood. Your unconventional relationship is laced with controversy, mates," Nikolaj adds his two cents.
"I have no doubt they'd take pleasure in flipping what we share upside down and turn it into a sordid, perverted and filthy story of depravity that would negatively taint everything the Prime Minister has accomplished during his reign," Holden notes.
"You can bet your fortune on it. The press wouldn't hesitate for a second. This is the kind of juicy tale that sells millions of papers and gets several million hits on their sites. It may be your private story, but it’s potentially big business for them." Nikolaj is right.
"We can lay low until the Prime Minister steps down from his position. Two weeks won't kill us," Holden concludes.
CHAPTER 65
Amelia
Ow. Ow. Ow.
I step out of the lift on shaky legs, contorting my face in a grimace. Every part of me hurts. My boyfriends fucked me so many times, I’m numb down there—front and back. The countless toe-curling orgasms also explain my hoarse voice. I was screaming so loudly, I’m certain they heard me in Nepal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I asked for it—with bells on. It’s just that it makes moving around a tad bit uncomfortable, even in my trusted flats. As excited as I was about them taking my ass, I had no idea how it would affect my ability to walk elegantly. Officer Roderick bit off a smile when she saw me exiting the building gripping Holden's arm and walking like a ninety-year-old. You should’ve seen the panicked look on my lawyer’s face this morning when I wobbled into his office. He thought he was going to have to drive me to the hospital. I explained that I was on this new fitness regime and I might have been a bit overzealous in my first attempt. That seemed to calm him down. Be careful what you wish for, right?
Since I had a long meeting at the lawyer's office and Charlie was just dying to hear all the details of my weekend, we agreed to meet at her penthouse before I make my way to my office. Contrary to usual, she decided to work from home today—something about having a demanding weekend and needing to recuperate.
I totter carefully to Charlie’s penthouse at a turtle’s pace
, already eager to sit down. The door flies open before I even have time to reach out for the doorbell.
“Amelia,” Charlie says, stepping out of her place to hug me. Her assertive embrace elicits a high-pitched squeal from me. “What’s wrong?” she asks taking a step back.
“I’m in a little pain. That’s all.”
“What happened?”
“It turns out that Brandon and Holden really, really, really love taking turns fucking my ass. I swear, my ass is on fire. Ditto for my fanny,” I explain.
Charlie’s eyes widen in surprise and the next thing I know, she explodes in laughter.
"My God, your lovers just can't get enough of you," she laughs.
Well, they’re my boyfriends now, but we can talk about that later.
"Lucky me," I cheer.
“Indeed," she returns my wide smile. "I can’t wait to hear that story,” she says dragging me into her penthouse. “And I welcome the distraction. Jason Belvedere's idiotic mistake has been my sole focus since Saturday evening. While you were getting your brains fucked out, I was putting out fires. It's been nonstop. Relentless. In fact, Barrett and I pulled another all-nighter and I was at his office until seven o'clock this morning."
Huh? "What?" I jerk my hand in hers forcing her to halt. "You two worked together?”
"Remember, he's Jason's lawyer. This might be the last fiasco I clean up for my bratty teenage client, but there was no way around it. This latest drama is a biggie because there's a long list of people dying to sue Jason’s ass for his very public ridicule. Barrett had to step in," she explains.
"Okay, I can understand that," I say carefully. "Does that mean you and Barrett… got intimate? Again?"
"Hmph.”
"Was that an answer?"
She lets out a long sigh. "Yes, we did. What's the point of lying about it, right?" she admits.
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