The second cock began to ease its way inside her, probing into her secret passage. Slowly, inexorably forcing itself in and pushing her open. A wild tingling sensation burst up through her pelvis and spine. She had a rush of sudden panic, but it was quickly replaced with ripples of heat and intolerable bouts of solid stimulation roaring up inside her from where Cal pushed his cock home, hard and determined. She was full, completely full and more. She squeezed her upper body close against Jason’s chest, her hands clutching around his head, her mouth still leeching to his in between gasped breaths. The two great, pounding erections stretched her body to its capacity and beyond. She was pushed to the limits to accommodate the second intrusion. It felt thoroughly debauched but oddly right and true, as if being used and penetrated by them both like that out here in the wilds was what her body craved in that moment -- complete fullness. She was possessed and controlled by the bulk of male flesh probing at her most secret inner flesh. She was impaled on the two pulsing cocks, separated only by a sheath of skin so delicate that each frisson of movement sent shock waves through her whole body, leaving it shuddering and weak.
Jason moved first, lifting his hips, rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the hard protrusion that was so narrowly separated from his inside her. Calvin responded, rocking in time.
Georgie’s body went limp, malleable. It could only roll forward and back on each wave of sensation caused by these two rutting cocks inside her. Her hair was damp against her neck, and Jason leaned into her throat, licking the salty sweat from her skin. She began to come, her mouth opening. A low, desperate cry lost in the crush between them, her body clenched and spasmed. Cal was grunting, his body taut with effort, his hips thrusting fast between her buttocks. Jason was panting, his cock rock hard, at its most swollen as it finally reached its goal. The boiling hot welts of his semen came flying free inside her. Georgie gripped close to his head, weak with sensation.
Her anus was being pummeled. The sensations caused by them coming had sent Cal out of control. He was rutting against her furiously, the sensation of her tight, forbidden passage and the spasms of orgasm had enticed his angry cock. His balls banged hard up against her tender, stretched perineum as he reached the point of no return. His cock began to leap -- once, twice, three times, before he pulled out, still spurting furiously over her buttocks and thighs. Georgie finally collapsed in a sweaty heap between them.
“Bloody hell,” she gasped eventually, “I think I’ve lost contact with my legs.”
“That good, huh?” Jason teased, laughing.
“You won’t be laughing when you have to carry me to the car,” she retorted as she tried to extract herself from the tangle of arms and legs and glanced about for sight of her clothing.
“Carry you?” Cal replied, deadpan. “I thought you didn’t need our help.”
She managed to get free and turn round just in time to give him a playful slap.
“I could manage without it.”
“Could you really?” His expression was suddenly serious. He was questioning her in a deeply intimate way.
Probably not, Georgie realized. But she didn’t say anything. Not just yet.
* * * * *
“We should be there by eight.”
Jason looked at Cal over the edge of his coffee cup and nodded. “Good stuff. I’ll call my sister in the morning. She’s got small children, so a daytime visit would be better.”
Cal didn’t reply. He was watching Georgie, who was standing up against the counter of the service station cafe, asking for an extra sprinkle of flaked chocolate on her cappuccino.
“You’re smitten. Admit it.”
Cal turned back to face him. He didn’t seem surprised. Cal gave a wry smile and sat back into the hideous plastic banquette.
“She fascinates me; I can’t deny that.”
“She’s one hot sex kitten, that’s for sure. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” Jason smiled knowingly. This one was going to run and run, he was sure of it.
“Yeah, there’s more to it.” When Cal eventually looked up to meet Jason’s accusing stare, he gave a sheepish smile.
The Austrian had fallen in love. Who’d have guessed it would ever happen? “Why don’t you hang on to her, if that’s how you feel?”
Cal stared back across the café, his expression troubled.
“Face it, Cal. The reason you were able to get inside her for that painting of yours was because you were connecting with her on some other level.”
“You really think so?”
Cal wanted to believe it. That much was obvious. “Yes, I do.” Something inside of Jason gave way, something that was locked up hard and fast inside him. Something that knew and understood what he was witnessing between Cal and Georgie. They cared about each other, above and beyond. He recognized it, and it scared him that he hadn’t recognized it when he’d had the chance at something similar. “Cal, don’t let her get away. Tell her.”
Cal sighed heavily. “Fuck knows if that’s even possible. I can’t even think straight, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’m not ready. I mean ...” He shrugged. “I didn’t think this would happen.”
“She was always yours. I just got lucky getting in on the act.” Jason gave a cheeky grin. “Please, don’t make the same mistakes in life that I have. Don’t let it slip away.” He shook his head sadly and took another swig of his coffee.
Thankfully Cal didn’t have time to reply to his comment or quiz him about his reference, because Georgie slid back in against him on the banquette at that moment, draping her free hand over his shoulder and winking conspiratorially at Jason.
“See, I told you I could get him to give me more chocolate.”
Cal’s hand slid possessively onto her leg under the table, his other hand moving into her hair.
Jason smiled. “We didn’t doubt it for minute, did we?”
Cal shook his head. “He’s still looking over. You’ve made another fan.”
She chuckled. “He was admiring my tattoo, caught sight of it when I was walking over.”
Cal stroked her hair back from her neck with the back of his hand. “We must give you the matching pair, finish the job with another kiss, one day soon.”
Jason eyed him meaningfully. “Maybe there was only ever meant to be one kiss.”
Cal turned and stared back at him, thoughtfully, his fingers moving against the skin of Georgie’s throat as he considered the statement. Her head fell back, her eyes closing while she shivered gently under his fingers.
“Maybe you’re right,” Cal replied, before he bent to trace her throat with his mouth, breathing her scent deeply, his eyes closing as he absorbed her.
Jason watched the two of them reacting to one another, and he was convinced. They were entirely attuned.
When they eventually arrived in Edinburgh, it was too late for Jason to call on his sister. Instead they checked into a city center hotel. They’d spent the latter part of the drive planning a tour of the Edinburgh sights, for after Jason’s business was attended to. Jason shouted out suggestions over the roar of the hummer wheels on the road, and Georgie scribbled them down on the back of a map. She wanted to see the castle and gallery. Cal wanted to see something of the countryside.
Little did they know that it wasn’t going to be that easy for them to simply be tourists. At least, not quite yet. Not with Gregory on the prowl.
Chapter Eleven
It was a glorious day. Georgie arrived at the breakfast table wearing a flowing dress in poppy-red cotton. It was closely fitted on the bodice, and the dropped waistline fell low over her hips. A long plaited leather belt rested there, accentuating the sway in her walk, before the dress fell down in a rush of floating cotton around her ankles. Cal nodded at her approvingly when she strode across the dining room toward them.
She filched a piece of toast from Jason’s plate. He was sitting slumped in his chair, a glum expression on his face as he fiddled with his mobile phone.
Jason sighed. “I spoke to Kelly, my sister, and she says Zoë knows about the photos, and the papers, and the whole Greg issue.”
“Oh, dear!” Georgie glanced down at Cal to see what his reaction was to this latest development. He shrugged at her silently.
“Yup. Oh, dear ... and to top it all, Gregory is in town.”
Jason ruffled his hair and looked out of the window.
Cal frowned. “I fail to understand why this doesn’t help resolve the problem.”
“Greg stirred up interest within the press, and they’re like a pack of vultures. He said his contact is leaking it to the news desk because he told them he’d have the photos by tonight. So Zoë will think I’m a complete moron for not handling this. Not to mention indiscreet ... and Greg is still hassling me for a result.”
Georgie picked up Cal’s cup and sipped at the coffee. “But Zoë was bound to find out sooner or later. What can Greg do now?”
“If a kiss-and-tell is leaked, the press will be here before nightfall, and they’ll hound her for a result, especially if it’s not forthcoming via the promised route. I’ve seen it happen before, and I can pretty much guarantee that’s what would happen in this case.”
“Kiss-and-tell?”
“That’s what Greg has touted it as.” His expression was glum.
Zoë Mac clearly meant a lot to him, Georgie reflected. He was very protective of her. How different to Richard he was. Richard had tried to manipulate her just to get what he wanted.
“Why don’t you give Zoë a call and apologize. I’m sure if you explain, she’ll understand ... right?”
He rested his head in his hands. “If only it were that simple.”
Georgie felt for him, but like Cal, she figured that apart from smoothing over any upset feelings with his old girlfriend, the problem had pretty much been resolved by his sister’s involvement. The press interest would eventually die down, if they did get wind of it. It was obvious he was just worried about getting in touch with Zoë -- and no wonder, with that situation to explain.
“It’s been over ten years since I last saw her.”
“Jason, tell me if I’m out of line saying this,” Georgie ventured, “but it sounds like you care a lot about Zoë. The very fact that you’re worried about facing her over this problem tells us that.”
Cal nodded. “Georgie’s got a point. If you didn’t care about it, you’d be a hell of a lot more businesslike. What’s the deal, really?”
“Oh, fuck it. You’re both right. I loved her. I left; I let it go, didn’t believe in long-distance relationships and said I’d keep in touch. After I left Scotland ... time just went by.” He lifted his head and looked at them. “I think I treated her really badly, in retrospect, and now this. It’s not a good place to start dealing with a situation like this, is it?”
Cal poured him some more coffee. “We’ll find the best way. I’ll help you figure it out. Why don’t you leave us to it? Georgie, I don’t want you getting dragged into anything with that goon, Greg.”
“Cal’s right. I’m sorry, Georgie.”
“Hmm, I’d rather be on hand to help.”
“Georgie, please.” Cal squeezed her, his expression serious.
“I guess I can go visit the gallery for a while.”
“Good.”
They agreed to meet at the hotel for lunch, and Jason promised he would try to sort things out by then so that they could enjoy their visit to Edinburgh instead of worrying about the thing that had brought them there.
* * * * *
“For someone special?” The shop assistant looked approvingly at her purchases.
“Very special.” Georgie couldn’t keep the pride from her voice. She’d bobbed into the lingerie shop because the window display had suggested images Cal might like. They would have to spend time working for his exhibition when all was said and done with Jason and his publicity problem.
As she left the shop, she wondered what would happen when Jason met up with his old flame, Zoë. He had said he’d loved her. She was curious about how that made Cal feel. Cal. Would she ever understand him, ever know how he really felt about either of them? He’d unleashed her sexuality, that was for sure, and she’d enjoyed their time with Jason. But what her heart craved was Cal, just Cal.
She meandered through the neatly terraced gardens that ran through the heart of the city. Forgetting her gallery plan for a while, she took shelter under a shady tree. Her thoughts continued to drift.
What if it were just the two of us? Her heart beat louder, showing her that Cal would always be enough for her, if it were only him in her arms. All this experimentation had been wild and empowering, but it had also served to hammer that fact home. She rolled over onto her belly on the freshly cut grass, breathing deep the scent and closing her eyes to the world. She was falling for him, well and truly. And whilst he’d grown more possessive about her, she didn’t have a damn clue what that really meant!
By the time she roused herself and got to the gallery, she felt restless and decided to cut short her trip. It was thronging with people, eager tourists tromping dutifully past the collections. She wanted to get back. The clamor of people made her uncomfortable. She walked fast along Princes Street toward the hotel, but for some reason she felt as if someone was watching her. When she glanced around, expecting to see Cal looking for her, she saw only the moving crowd of tourists. She chastised herself for being so silly. It was oppressive, that was all. She needed a shower. But when she had the hotel close within her sights, she was brought to a sudden halt when she felt a tap on the shoulder.
Richard! She turned around to look into the face of the man who had stopped her. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t Richard, but the man was nevertheless familiar to her.
“You’ll have to forgive me, my dear, but I can’t remember your name.” It was Gregory, Jason’s cousin.
“Georgie,” she murmured in response. Beyond him, two large, burly men stood by an open car door.
“Ah, yes, well, Georgie ...” He put his hand under her elbow and guided her in the opposite direction. “... come with me. We’re going to meet Jason.”
Panic hit. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but the sound was muted in her throat when Gregory covered her face with his hand and hustled her into the back seat of the car, swearing loudly when she jabbed him with her elbow. A passing vehicle blared its horn as it overtook the illegally parked vehicle on the busy main street of the city. One of the men got into the front of the car. The other got in beside her in the back seat. She was crushed between the two of them. She clutched at her shoulder bag, but as the door shut she saw her lovely lingerie bag and contents strewn in the gutter. She struggled against the confinement, biting at the hand over her mouth and kicking her heels at the legs either side of her.
“She’s a feisty little vixen, this one.” It was the burly man, and he was rubbing his shin where she had got her heel into him. He had a heavy East End accent. Greg must have brought him up from London.
“I’ve got something that’ll make her a bit easier to handle,” muttered Gregory.
Georgie struggled, looking at him in horror as he brought a small see-through plastic bag out of his pocket. She could make out a piece of white cloth inside, the size of a handkerchief. He lifted it out with careful fingertips. As he put the material over her mouth, she fought the urge to breathe in, but she didn’t stand a chance. Seconds later, Georgie ceased to struggle and fell into a deep, unnatural slumber.
* * * * *
For the fifth time that morning, Jason stared at the phone in his hand and cursed the disconnected tone emitting from it. Kelly kept hanging up on him. He was sure that she was only doing it to make him suffer, but he was getting really frustrated by her actions. All he’d said was that he wanted to call by to visit and go through his stuff, and she’d gone berserk.
“
No luck?”
“I think she knows more than she’s letting on. She must have figured it out. She might have found the evidence. She says hell will freeze over before I get the boxes.” He gave Cal a sheepish smile. “I’m going to go round there. I’ll camp on the doorstep till she agrees to let me in.” He stood up and reached for his jacket.
A knock at the door hitched him up.
“Georgie?”
“She’s got the spare cardkey.” Cal stalked to the peephole. He groaned. “It’s Greg.”
“How the hell did he find us?”
“Perhaps we should’ve booked in under false names.”
“When we booked in, I thought he was in London!”
Cal shrugged. “Let’s just get rid of him, shall we?”
Jason nodded and braced himself.
Cal opened the door. “What the hell do you want?”
Greg looked past him at Jason. “Jason, ready to do business now?”
“Fuck off.”
“I think you’ll change your mind when you hear about the deal I have to offer.”
“No deal. Kelly has the photos. It’s over.”
“I know that already.” Greg tutted. “Your sister’s more on the case than you are. I should have gone to her in the first place! However, she’s now given the photos to Zoë.”
“She has?” Relief trickled through him. It was short-lived. Greg wasn’t done yet.
“In that case, why haven’t you crawled back under your rock? What the hell are you after?” Cal asked.
“May I come in?” Greg glanced along the corridor. “You’ll want to know, believe me.”
Cal put his hand on the back of Greg’s head and walked him through the doorway as if he were a toddler in need of guidance, then stalked away from the pair of them, shaking his head.
Greg swiped at his hair, glaring at Cal’s back with undisguised hatred. When he returned his attention to Jason, however, he gave a smug smile that made Jason’s guts churn. Why the hell did he look so cocksure? Something was very wrong here.
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