I follow her lead and keep it casual. “We’ll be in this capsule for the next hour and a half. We might as well enjoy it," I smile.
Yeah, we splurged here again. One revolution of this giant wheel takes about thirty minutes, but we knew that wasn’t nearly enough time for everything we had in store for our princess.
"Honestly, you two, this is bloody amazing,” she beams. "You did this for me?”
Her green eyes stare into mine with such intensity that I have to mentally talk myself out of lifting her in my arms, walking straight to that glass window, unzipping my pants with one hand while yanking off her dress with the other and fucking her senseless with Holden spewing filthy dirty-talk in the background. Since discovering how fucking mind-blowing it was to take her bareback, I could be at it twenty-four-seven. We have all weekend long.
"You're worth it, sweetie."
"I couldn't agree more," Holden says.
"We would’ve plucked that big shiny moon from the sky if we could’ve and handed it to you on a silver platter," I say pointing up. “Alas, God turned us down when we asked Him for the favor. Apparently, He's very attached to it," I grin. “This was the second best choice,” I say opening my arms out dramatically.
“Good one,” Holden comments.
“The London Eye is a pretty damn mind-blowing runner up,” she rejoices.
"We thought so," I chuckle.
Yeah, sure it might be very American to think, ‘Go big or go home’, but in the case of our princess, anything less is unacceptable. That's why Holden and I selected this giant Ferris wheel located on the South Bank of the River Thames to woo Amelia.
"This all looks so lovely. How did you pull it off?"
"Nikolaj had the right connections," I explain.
"I should've known," she laughs.
"One of his friends—actually the owner of Nightfall— knows the owner and CEO, Adam Bosch. The guy really came through for us. In fact, his team went all out. Adam had his staff erect a partition where your chauffeured car parked and you were able to slip inside the capsule without being seen. Of course, you didn’t know that—”
"Because of the blindfold." I nod. "Wow. They did a fantastic job," she cheers.
She's right.
Obviously, we had to pay for the extra perks, but when money is no object and you’re dating one of the hottest women on the planet, you'll move heaven and earth to make things happen.
"As you can tell, he went with the understated décor," I say, waving my index finger in a circle. "Unbeknownst to us, Adam offers different themes."
"He does?" she asks.
"Oh yeah. When I told him this was a special romantic night, he suggested the ‘seductive bedroom’ theme. When he gave me more explanation, I quickly turned him down."
"What does it involve?" she asks.
"A bed and lots of champagne," I say.
"Oh God," she shrieks. "That could’ve been X rated." Her eyes widen like saucers.
"Exactly," I chuckle. “Given how Holden and I feel about you, things might’ve gotten pretty heated at four hundred and forty-three feet up in the air.”
“Instead, we decided to play it safe. Since this is really a giant fish bowl, I can already imagine the paparazzi’s helicopters looming around in circles desperate to catch a compromising shot of the three of us," Holden chimes in.
"Good call," she laughs.
I drop a sweet and slow kiss against her lips, careful not to ruin her makeup. Contrary to our usual raunchy exchange, this is soft. As my erection bulges between my legs, I reluctantly pull away from her. “Holden and I rented this private capsule to make up for last week,” I explain.
She frowns. "I don't understand." I flash Holden a complicit glance. She narrows her eyes. "What are you two up to?" she asks cautiously.
"Why don't we all sit down," I suggest.
"Good idea," Holden backs me up.
All three of us stroll towards the long table. I pull out a chair for Amelia. She lowers herself elegantly, careful to tuck her beautiful dress underneath her. Once she's comfortably seated, she drops her folded hands on the table. Holden and I sit on either side of her.
"To answer your question, Brandon and I felt that we could've done a much better job at asking you to be our girlfriend."
"Are you kidding me right now?" She looks almost insulted.
"Did I say something wrong?" Holden gets this serious look on his face that furrows his brow.
"Last week was perfect," she affirms.
"Sweetie, I might not be an expert at this, but I don't think that asking you to be our girlfriend when my cock was still inside you was the best way to approach it," I retort. We all laugh. "Seriously, we have a smoking hot girlfriend who’s a prize and she deserves to be treated as such."
"I'm touched," she says shyly. I reach out and caress her cheek again. I can't keep my hands off of her. I don't speak. I just bore my eyes into hers, drinking her up. "You’re so intense, Brandon,” she lets out in a whisper. “What's going on?" The nervous tremor in her voice is unmistakable.
“We want you to know that you belong to us.” My voice is so deep, I barely recognize it.
“I don't doubt that for a second." Her tone is unwavering.
“Good. Because we’re yours,” Holden states.
“You are?” she questions.
“One hundred percent,” I affirm.
“We know how important it is for you to capture every single moment of the summer nights. That's why we just wanted to do this with London at your feet and the stars dotting the sky above your head, sweetie.”
“Do what?” she asks puzzled.
I stand up and with three long steps, I reach the little bag that I had so carefully tucked away behind a large potted plant.
“This,” I say, returning to the table and dropping a small black gift bag with silver silk paper protruding from it in front of her.
Her eyes dart down, then up to mine again before moving to Holden’s.
“For me?” We nod. I guess she didn't notice the nickname we have for her scripted on the little card hanging from the silver ribbon. “Bulgari?” We nod again. "These Italians take jewelry very seriously," she says in awe.
"We surely hope so or else we got conned," I laugh.
"Can I open it?" she asks excitedly.
"You sure can. We've already established that they’re the wrong color to complement Holden’s eyes. They’ll look much better on you than on him," I joke.
"I can't tell you how I love your sense of humor," she says.
"Fucker." Holden throws at me.
"I love you too, bro," I flash him an evil grin.
Instead of ripping through the bag, Amelia just stares at it almost in disbelief.
“What happened? You were super excited a minute ago. Why are you hesitating?” Holden asks.
I lean down and kiss her on the cheek. “Come on, open it,” I tempt. “What’s inside is way more fun that the packaging.
“Jewelry is a big deal.” She worries at her lower lip.
“We know,” we answer in unison.
With rushed hands she pulls out the silk paper and tosses it over her shoulder. Her sparkling eyes meet mine and she's grinning like a kid.
"Hurry up, woman, Brandon and I have a question to ask you," Holden presses.
I bite off a smile.
Look who’s the caveman now?
“Oh my God. I can't believe my eyes," she says, picking up the gift we selected for her from the box.
"It turns out that finding jadeites are nearly as hard as striking gold in the old Wild West," Holden chuckles. "And given that we only had five days to pull this off, flying to Burma to locate a supplier was out of the question. So we had to resort to the next best thing," he explains.
"Emeralds?" Her eyes widen. "I’d say they’re more than just the next best thing," she laughs. “These are absolutely stunning. And they’re huge.”
"We remembered how well you wear jewelry and
it was the only logical choice. We took a risk with these," I say, dropping my eyes to the earrings she’s still cradling in her hands. "but I think it's worth it."
She frowns. “What do you mean?" She places the earrings back in the box with such care, you’d think she's afraid she might drop them.
“The second we saw them at the shop,” Holden says, “we knew they’d compete with your gorgeous green eyes. But as Brandon so eloquently pointed out, it's worth it. You're worth it.”
"Honestly, I don't know what to say. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
Holden reaches for her hands and brings them up to his lips. He kisses them tenderly before meeting her gaze. "We care about you—”
“Both of us do,” I confirm.
“It’s the same for me, but you already know that.” Her breath hitches.
Holden smiles tenderly at her. "I like the sound of that. That's why we wanted to get this right, angel."
"Well, for the record, mission accomplished."
“Holden and I want you to know that not only are you the only one we’ve seen since we arrived in London, you’re the only one we want to keep seeing. You’re the first we’ve ever invited to our place. You’re the first to have ever slept over. You’re the first woman I already miss the second she walks out my door. Don’t even get me started about how I feel when Holden and I have to travel. Being away from you is becoming excruciating.” I pause. “You’re our first girlfriend. You’re it, sweetie.”
“Oh, God," her hands fly up to her mouth. "You’ve utterly disarmed me. Mr. Buckingham, you surely know how to turn a girl’s insides to mush,” she says, caressing the lapel my tuxedo.
I grab her hand and place it against my heart. "So, back to the reason why we're here," I state before meeting Holden’s gaze.
“Will you say yes for a second time? Will you be our girlfriend?” he asks.
She smiles and shakes her head with her eyes closed. "I think I've been yours since the first night you invited me to your penthouse. The attraction I felt for both of you was a bit unsettling at first, but not enough for me to shy away from your second invitation. Even without your stringent rules,” she laughs. “It would've been inconceivable for me to see anyone else. So, to answer your question, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend." She reaches out and circles her arm around Holden’s neck and kisses him with unrestrained passion. After a few heated seconds, she rewards me with the same treatment. “Oh God, I got my lipstick all over your face,” she laughs when we break our embrace. “Let me clean it up,” she says. She picks up a cloth napkin, dips it in water and removes the lipstick stains. She turns to Holden and does the same.
“Let’s see these on you,” I say when she’s done.
“Okay,” she cheers, clapping her hands together. Without being urged further, she removes her diamond earrings and puts on the new ones.
“Wow,” Holden and I marvel in unison.
“They look incredible on you, sweetie,” I add.
"I have to see," she says. I figured she’d say that. I thought of everything. I pull out a small mirror that was hiding between the large vases of flowers and hold it up for her. “They’re magnificent,” she whispers. “Thank you, Brandon. Thank you, Holden. A girl couldn’t ask for two better boyfriends." She smiles timidly at us before letting out a long exhale. “My heart is beating so fast…" She places a hand against her chest and closes her eyes. "At this rate, I fear it might jump out of my chest,” she admits.
Her words have such an impact on me. Partially, because it's surreal that we’d make her feel this way, and also because my own heart is beating at an infernal rate. The drumming against my chest is so unfamiliar it leaves me speechless.
My eyes meet Holden’s. What I read in his eyes is new to me. My guess is he's taking it all in, just like I am.
With that, the three of us remain silent as if we’re unifying in an unspoken communion.
It's always just been Holden and I. I'm not sure I ever expected it to change. We were content with the occasional fuck. Of course, that's before this sexy sorceress came crashing into our lives. Who would’ve thunk that two emotional drifters like us could ever become undivided with one woman?
CHAPTER 72
Amelia
“I’m never taking these off," I declare caressing the gorgeous pair of earrings my boyfriends gave me last night. "Never," I stress.
Last night was truly unforgettable. Brandon and Holden created a magical setting to seduce me into pledging my devotion to them for the second time. We ate, we drank, and we laughed. The moments of awkward silence where we just stared at each other, eyes veiled with lust, were clear indicators that all three of us were extraordinarily aroused. Contrary to when we’re behind closed doors there really wasn't anything we could do about it. After three revolutions, we bolted out of the London Eye and back to their place where I could properly show them how much the night meant to me. Let's just say I didn't get much sleep.
"Not even to wash your hair?" Holden asks.
"Nope.”
"Not even to take a shower?" Brandon volleys.
"Nope." I stick to my guns. "I'm willing to forfeit personal hygiene for the rest of my natural life if it means I might get these wet. I refuse to take that chance. They’re way too precious,” I say.
Holden flips to his side and tucks his hand under his head. He's doing a poor job hiding his amusement. "Angel, we’re going to have to talk about this," he warns.
"There's no negotiation on this," I say firmly.
It's Brandon's turn to flip over. "Sweetie, Holden and I fucked you at least half a dozen times last night." Yes, they did. "I can't get enough of your heady scent, but at some point in time we’re going to wrestle you into the bathroom," he chuckles.
"In that case, I’ll put a plastic bag over my head," I say with feigned seriousness.
They both laugh.
"We’re flattered you love your earrings that much," Holden says.
I take his face between my hands, tracing his facial scar with my finger before pulling him into a kiss. "How can I not?” I ask, once I break our embrace.
When we part, he looks at me with a flirty smile and says, “It’s a small token of our affection and one you wear very well, angel.”
“Thank you again,” I smile. I turn my body towards Brandon and reward him with the same tender treatment. He clings to me as if I might float away like a balloon if he were to let go. “They’re the most gorgeous emerald earrings I’ve ever seen in my life. And they come from you," I beam.
It's only nine o’clock and my gorgeous boyfriends and I are lying naked on Holden's giant bed lazily enjoying a glorious Sunday morning. The sun floods through the windows, warming the entire room. I really couldn't be more content. I'm in such a state of euphoria. My boyfriends took such good care of me—in other words it was another one of our sex marathon nights. I should feel greedy for having that many orgasms in a row, but I don't. I’ve waited my whole life for my two formidable lovers. I'm not about to apologize for enjoying them.
"What do you want to do today, sweetie?" Brandon asks, caressing my tummy and eliciting small laughs out of me.
"Stop it," I scold gently. "I’m ticklish," I remind him.
"I know," he grins.
"So, what it'll be, Princess Amelia?" Brandon asks again.
"I don't know.” I tap my chin with my index finger, thinking hard for a few seconds. “Let’s play tourists for the day!"
"That’s not a bad idea. Brandon and I haven't explored London much,” Holden says.
"Yeah, let's go have breakfast in a neighborhood we haven’t discovered yet," Brandon suggests.
"I was hoping we might get out of the city."
"Where to?" Holden asks.
"Have you ever been to Stonehenge, Windsor Castle and the historic town of Bath?" They both shake their heads. "It’s settled," I clap my hands. "Even though I have an Audi parked in the garage, I doubt we'll be able to get away with
this one. I'm afraid we’ll have to take my chauffeured car and one of my officers will tail us in a separate car."
"I'm okay with that, but how do we explain Brandon?" Holden asks.
“We'll just tell them that my boyfriend’s best friend is tagging along because I'm playing guide for the day." I smile wide. I’m pretty proud of my little scheme.
"Are you sure about that?" Holden questions.
“It wouldn’t be the first time the three of us step out together," I point out.
“Yeah, but it would be the first time we do it during the day," Brandon highlights.
"I'll wear a baseball cap to hide my hair, and I'll hide my face with sunglasses. It will just be three friends hanging out. No one will be none the wiser," I say.
"You really want this?" Holden asks. I hear the concern in his voice.
"Yes," I affirm. "I really want to be able to go out with my two boyfriends. It doesn't mean we’ll make out in public like impetuous teenagers, but I want to spend the day with the two of you. And I want to do something else other than just hang out here," I state.
Brandon and Holden stare at each other as they exchange a silent conversation that’s still impossible for me to decipher.
"All right. You’ll get your wish," Brandon agrees.
"So, you’re on board?"
"We are," Holden confirms.
My smile claims my entire face. "This is going to be another fantastic day," I cheer.
"It will be, but first, you, young lady, need a shower.”
Without warning Holden circles his hands around my waist and lifts me up. The man is so strong that he effortlessly gets out of bed while still holding onto me.
"Put me down, you Viking brute," I squeal wiggling my feet and pounding his back with my closed fists.
"Not a chance!"
Slap.
“I'm not taking a shower,” I argue like a child. “I don't want to get my precious gift wet," I reiterate what I said earlier.
"Brandon? Are you coming?" Holden shouts over my cries.
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