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)
“That’s so sweet.”
“I’m sure you know how beautiful you are,” Barnaby continues, “but I’ll reinforce the obvious. You’re a beautiful woman. David couldn’t have picked better, Lucy or not.”
“Thank you. I’m pretty sure he picked me because of Lucy, though.”
He sits beside me and runs a hand up my thigh.
“I found some pictures in an old box of moving stuff when we first got a place together. A couple of framed ones of me and Lucy. I told him how crazy I was about her. Past tense.”
“I love how he sought out the doppelganger of someone you had such a mega connection with. That’s security, right there.”
“I know. It goes both ways. We have it lucky, both of us.” He pauses. “Which is why I don’t want to get the party started without him. There is no party for me without David.”
The adoration in his eyes makes me smile.
He laughs and gestures to the doorway.
“He thinks we’ll be at it like rabbits in here. Me reliving my filthy fun times with Lucy. But no. I want to share every second of it with him.”
“That’s beautiful.”
He nods. “Yep. I’m a lucky sod. So, best get the bugger in here since the clock is ticking. HEY, DAVID, GET IN HERE WITH THE CHAMPERS, WILL YOU?”
David appears in the doorway, champagne and glasses in hand. He looks over at the pair of us sitting together on the bed, and raises his eyebrows.
“Talk about taking it slow.”
Barnaby grins at him. “We’re not taking it anywhere without you, Mr Harrison. Crack open the fizz and let’s get going.”
David opens the champagne, popping the cork into the air before he pours us all a glass.
“To the birthday boy,” he toasts and I join him in a cheer.
When the two of them lock eyes, and share a look of utter adoration, I get a lurch in my stomach. Not of champagne, or nerves, or needing a good fucking. This one is different. It’s deep.
It’s looking at two men in love with each other, and being a part of that love along with them. Sharing in times that really mean something, with such respect and no insecurity. Nothing but trust and need.
Heath.
Heath and Josh.
No!
I can’t go there. Not here and not now. Not as Holly.
I banish the thought with all my might as I down the glass of fizz David presents me with. This is all about him and Barnaby.
“Delicious,” I say with a smack of my lips, and then I hand the empty glass back over and get into a decent playtime position in the middle of the bed. I remember David’s proposal, how he said they’d want to be voyeurs, and from the way they are transfixed by me as they sip at their own drinks, it seems that now would be a great time for a viewing.
“Come take a look as you sip your birthday champers,” I giggle, and they position themselves at the bottom of the bed. A great spot for the show.
I hitch my legs up as they watch me, spreading myself to show them my tight lacy panties, and play with my tits for them. Tugging at my nipples.
“I’m so horny right now,” I tell them.
I reach down and rip the crotch of my fishnets, and Barnaby gulps while David smiles. I squirm on the bed, raising myself on an elbow to slide my hand down between my legs. My panties are easy to tug to the side, and it feels real fucking good to tease my clit as they watch me.
I take it slow. I keep it real. The way I build myself up is full on authentic as I stroke my clit and ease my slit open. I curl my fingers inside when my pussy is desperate, and I’m lost to everything but the sensation as I do a double play. Clit and G-spot at the same time.
“You might need a towel…” I say. “I can get quite messy.”
“No towel,” Barnaby says. “Soak the bed right through for all I care.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The pressure inside builds, and I’m moaning and straining, fingers at full action both inside and out when I reach my peak and come for them. My tits bounce at the orgasm, and I curse obscenities, panting like a bitch in heat in the aftermath.
My head is spinning, and my pussy is pulsing. It’s the perfect time for birthday boy to get on the bed and climb into position on top of me.
He rubs the head of his cock against my slit.
“Too soon?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No. Nice and deep, please. Give me everything you’ve got.”
My throbbing cunt squelches when he plunges deep. That makes him grin, and the guy is possessed as he thrusts his hips, and looks me right in the eyes as he fucks me.