Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“There goes the confidentiality,” Heath says. “Finally got a chink in that armour of yours, at least.” He pauses. “I had no idea about Vinnie Hampton, by the way. He wasn’t one of the someones that someone was talking about. Congrats to you, Ella. Vinnie Hampton is a hot rocket.”
“Thanks,” I say.
It feels like such a dumb word when it comes out of my mouth.
“Let’s start this over. Something has gone massively tits up here,” Josh says, and shakes himself off, brushing down the sleeves of his jacket.
“Sounds good to me,” Heath says, and I nod. Thankful.
“Me, too. Can we please just start this over.”
“And this time, let’s just all say what we really fucking mean,” Josh says. “Let’s get it out there.”
“Fine,” Heath says.
He holds out a hand to me, and helps me up. He wraps me in his arms, holding me tight, breathing deep with his mouth against my ear.
“It’s lovely to see you, Ella,” he says. “Congratulations for being such a superstar, and breathing rampant life into the celebrity community. I want a part of it, please. Normal can go fuck itself. I’ve missed you too much to settle for normal.”
I could cry with happy tears, feeling the sentiment from him resonating and merging with mine.
“Thank you. Me, too. I don’t want normal. I don’t want isolation from you. I don’t want to be scared of how things truly are.”
We turn to Josh, both of us. Heath holds out a hand, urging him closer. And Josh, Mr Rational, takes a deep breath as he joins us in a three-way hug.
“Fine, you guys. I’m done with playing safe. You win the vote. For better or worse, we’re all in this together.”
“No PowerPoint needed?” Heath asks, and Josh cracks a smile, his own walls finally crumbling along with ours.
“Nah, we can give the bullet points a miss. I think they’re kinda redundant now.”
I squeeze the two men like they’re life itself. Because they are.
They are my life itself, and I don’t want any restrictions around us anymore. I don’t want anything holding us back.
Normal is done. Finished.
And we are us.
For better or worse.
As well as for richer and poorer.
Because that’s one potential repercussion that is left to be seen…
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The energy in the room is a stark contrast when the walls come tumbling down between us. The way the two guys look at each other, soaking in each other’s beauty, is enough to take my breath. The adoration between them is palpable, and I’m right back in Cannes, admiring their devotion.
It feels like home, even in a hotel suite.
Heath brushes Josh’s cheek with his thumb, his smile nothing like the ruthless Count.
“No more puppy dog for you tonight, Josh,” he says. “Let’s put that little tantrum to bed now, shall we? Literally.”
“Dead and buried,” Josh says. “The last thing I want to be is a puppy dog right now, Heathy baby.”
Their kisses have a far deeper fervour as the energy boils. My boyfriend’s eyes are closed, savouring the sensation of our lover’s mouth as they go all in. I love being a bystander to this brilliance. I would never want to forfeit a life watching my boyfriend so besotted with another man.
He runs his fingers through Heath’s tumble of hair, scooping it back from his face as he nips his bottom lip.
“This feels so much better,” he whispers. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“We’ve all been starving for it,” Heath replies. “So, let me taste some more. I love the taste of your mouth, Josh. I love the taste of you.”
I retreat from the pair of them, silently and slowly with a smile on my face as I prepare to watch the genuine action unfold. Being a voyeur to their lust fills me with glee. My pussy is thrumming, needing to see them in full flow. That’s what I want. That’s what I need as much as they do.
They fall onto the bed together, hands roving as they get naked. It’s Josh on top this time around, and Heath grabs his toned ass, hitching his own muscular legs up as they grind together carefully, cock to cock. They need to be so careful with the barbells, but the risk makes it all the more intoxicating. The danger of the barbells grating is always a white-knuckle ride.
Josh turns to face me when they are full into the motions, smirking with delight when he sees my hand between my legs, playing gently as I watch them.
“Get over here, sweet curva,” he says. “You’re a part of this as much as we are.”
“Just enjoying the show,” I laugh, but Josh beckons me closer.
“Enjoy the show from over here, please.”
I climb up beside them on the huge bed, feeling the heat as they continue the grind. I position myself on all fours, my clit tingling as I alternate kisses between them. Josh then Heath on loop, until the kisses blur together, all of us as one as their cocks keep grinding.