Nicola: A Dirty Bad Boys Romance (Steamy Thrillers Series Book 3)

by Sophia Keller

We were all laughing. We were also all still naked, our morning romp had been very rudely disturbed.

  ‘Girls,’ I said very seriously. ‘I’m so sorry for taking that call and interrupting you both. And I do have to pack and do a whole lot of things. But first - let us get back to business…’

  And I dove back on to the bed. I got hold of Julia and kissed her fiercely. I held Candy tight, and I moved my hand between her legs where I could feel how soft, how warm, how beautifully wet she was. I felt her and I stroked her and I made her come, watching her arch her back, her beautiful tits and hard nipples pointing straight up to the ceiling. Julia was naked too, her lips and her tongue over me, over Julia, all of us entwined together.

  God, sex with these two was good.

  The doorbell rang and just as Phil had said, it was a passport for me. Delivered by a very handsome driver. Gosh, so many men!

  The doorbell rang again and this time it was a whole lot of Gucci dresses and Cartier jewellery. What! Was this on loan? Was I supposed to keep it. Shoes arrived.

  ‘Girls. This is not just a date in London. This is someone who wants to be a Sugar Daddy. I think I have a Sugar Daddy again, even if it wasn’t the plan!’

  Later that afternoon I made my way to J.F. Kennedy Airport and checked in for the flight to London. Of course my ticket was first class. By this time I wasn’t expecting anything less.

  There was no sign of my date and I presumed I would just meet him in London. I had been given information of the hotel and so when I arrived I made my way to the Knightsbridge Hotel. What I saw of London on the way was fabulous. I loved the black taxis, London Bridge, women beautifully dressed, men rushing around in suits and shiny black shoes, old buildings and Buckingham Palace.

  Would I be in Buckingham Palace soon!

  I checked in to the hotel and was given the key card for the penthouse suite. I started feeling a little bit nervous. Who was this man that he had to fly me from New York to London for a dinner? Or, a few dinners. I was going to be there for a while. Who was this man who had sent me designer gowns in advance and Cartier jewellery. I hoped he wasn’t going to be disappointed.

  I was alone in the suite. The view of London was amazing. The bathtub in the suite was even more amazing.

  It had been a long flight. I took off my clothes and stood naked by the window. I ran myself a bath, filled it with bubbles and soaked for a while. And then I dried myself off and thought I should perhaps get ready. I wasn’t sure for what, but it seemed to be an idea.

  I chose the Dior gown, the red one with a beautiful neckline. The Cartier necklace would look stunning, with the large diamond drop between my breasts.

  I put on shoes, pinned my hair up, added a little lipstick and perfume and then - I waited. I guessed my surprise date would be arriving soon.

  And then the door opened and a voice called out.

  ‘Katie…’

  It was a very familiar voice. It was Hugo’s voice.

  I had been tricked. How on earth had he done this. How did he know Phil? We definitely weren’t going to Buckingham Palace for dinner!

  ‘Hugo. You have a lot of explaining to do.’

  He looked at me. ‘Katie, I have never seen a more beautiful sight. You are one of the most beautiful women in the world. And you’re wasting your beauty on all these strange men. You may have gathered by now, I am exceptionally jealous.’

  I was so taken aback. This man who had treated me so badly was determined to have me back.

  But at what cost!

  I was speechless.

  ‘I guess there is no state dinner or company dinner is there? You just wanted to see me. But - why here, why London. You could’ve just contacted me at home in New York.’

  ‘You know every time I tried to get hold of you, you slammed the phone down. And then you blocked my number. Plus, you’re living with my daughter. My now estranged daughter. Katie. I love you. I want to be with you. We have a future together. You wanted me to give you more. I am offering you more.’

  What did he mean. I wasn’t ready for this.

  But I was starving.

  ‘Hugo. Let’s go out for dinner. You’ve paid me for that, you may as well make use of it. Plus, I really need to eat something. Let’s talk about everything over a meal, shall we?’

  ‘We shall.’

  Hugo put his hand on the small of my back and led me out the hotel room and down the elevator. He behaved like the perfect gentleman. He didn't try and kiss me. He treated me like the beautiful woman that I was. He was the perfect date. And so was I.

  We ate in the most beautiful restaurant in London with a view of the Thames. Hugo organised a private dining room. The service was impeccable. There were no games of any sorts, no sex games, no tricks, no fantasies. Just the two of us, having dinner. I was young and he was not and nobody seemed to care.

  Not him and not me.

  It was perfect. I had never fallen out of love with him.

  And it was perfectly fitting that when he got down on one knee and put a ring on my finger, I did not hesitate. I said yes, immediately.

  ‘Yes. Yes of course I’ll marry you. I love you.’

  Hugo was no longer my sugar daddy. He was the man I was going to marry.

  Now, I just had to figure out how to explain this to Julia. His daughter. My room-mate! My business in escort partner!

  JULIA

  Candy and I were in full swing. Being escorts was fun and rolling in all this cash was even better. Marcus was my most consistent client and if I ever told him ‘no, I’m sorry, I’m busy today’ he would just offer me double money. We hung out in the most amazing places and lived the high life. There was no emotional attachment, that was not his style. He just wanted someone gorgeous to be with. He was high profile so our photographs were always in magazines and newspapers, Marcus and his ‘mystery girl.’

  Candy was busy and Katie was in London. Something about Katie’s London trip had me feeling a little anxious. It sounded too good to be true. Another mystery. Hers was a ‘mystery man’ paying her a small fortune to be with her on a business trip. Why would anyone do that when they could find an escort in London quite easily. Maybe not an escort as pretty and bright as she was, but still.

  No. I had my suspicions. This sounded suspiciously like the way my father would behave.

  I was pretty sure that Katie’s mystery man was Hugo.

  And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I missed my dad. If he was paying so much money to have Katie, well, maybe he loved her after all. Maybe it was time for me to go easy on him, forgive him and allow him the love that he wanted.

  I sent Julia a text.

  Hey darling friend. Candy and I are missing you. Send us news. How’s London, how’s everything going there? And what’s the guy like? Hope he is treating you like absolute royalty and taking you to amazing dinners.’

  I could see the three dots. Katie was texting back immediately.

  …

  …

  …

  But she kept deleting what she was typing because eventually the only thing that came through was…

  ‘Hey. I’m missing you two a lot too. It’s all cool over here. Really good. Lots to talk about when I’m back.’

  Hmmmm.

  Suddenly I wasn’t sure anymore. Was she with my dad or maybe this really was a guy who just wanted an escort.

  I picked up my phone and called Hugo. I hadn’t spoken to him in ages and the last time had been horrible. It was time to make amends.

  The phone rang, rang again and kept ringing. And then it went to voice mail.

  ‘I’m currently in the United Kingdom for a work meeting and will be back on Monday. Please call 555 - 22788822 for anything urgent. Thank you.’

  Okay. They were together. Candy was out for ‘lunch’ but I called her anyway. She answered the phone immediately.

  ‘Hey, what’s up. You know I’m working right?’

  I cut straight to the chase.

  ‘Can
dy, I think Katie’s with my dad. I don't think there is a guy called Philip or Phil or whatever he said his name was. I think that she’s with my father. I think he’s tricked her.

  Candy was quiet for a while but I think it was because her date was chatting was ordering her lunch and she didn’t like his choice!

  ‘No, no,’ she was saying. ‘I’ll definitely have dessert.’

  Of course she would have dessert. Somebody else was paying for it!

  ‘If she is in London with Hugo, she’s not unhappy you know. She would’ve told us if there was a problem. Maybe - maybe it’s what she wants. Let’s wait it out and see. This is hard for you both, torn loyalties and all that. But - let’s give her space…’

  I think Candy was right. And maybe we all needed space. If they were together, well, I would just have to get used to it. And I did want to make up with my dad. Again! I put the phone down and went to get ready for my lunch with Marcus. He was taking me to Club 100 for lunch. He’d asked me to wear the short black dress that he loved so much. That I looked so hot in. He’d also said he wanted to have sex afterwards.

  I suddenly felt like having sex too.

  US

  Hugo and I were suddenly no longer a Sugar Daddy and a Sugar Baby. We were an ‘us.’ He had proposed to me and I had said yes. We’d finished our dinner and then gone back to the hotel by cab.

  That night was the best night I have ever had with him.

  We walked into the hotel suite, hand in hand. We were intimate. Suddenly this was not just about sex, it was sex and love together.

  And let me tell you that when you are in love with someone and the sex has been good, suddenly the sex becomes spectacular.

  Jesus Christ, I don’t know how Hugo knew how to do the things that he did, but he was good. Maybe it was his many years of experience.

  He turned me around, holding me close, and unzipped my dress.

  It fell to the floor.

  He unclasped my bra and took it off me. Oh my god, my tits, my nipples. His hands were around me and he was playing with my breasts, pinching a little, tickling, rubbing, tweaking my nipples. I felt like I was going to die.

  And he hadn’t even removed my underwear yet.

  We were in the middle of the room. Hugo moved me across to the window. People could see us I was sure. My tits were against the glass. He was behind me, holding me, touching me, driving me wild.

  He stopped and pulled my underwear down. I stepped out of my panties and then I was totally naked except for my high heels and magnificent diamond pendant. He unclasped my hair and it tumbled over my shoulders.

  If anyone was watching they were really lucky. I must’ve looked beautiful and pretty damn sexy too.

  I turned around to face Hugo. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his shoulders. His belt was next. Unbuckled. And then I unzipped him.

  His cock, his glorious cock, his enormous cock. It jumped out. I had missed it a lot.

  I went down on my knees. My back was straight, my ass now against the window, my head leaning in, down to his cock.

  Fuck he tasted good. So damn good. My lips and mouth were over his cock. He was pushing down, deep, into my throat. In, out, in, out, he was huge, delicious and so so sexy. I couldn’t get enough of him. I kept sucking and licking, sucking, my lips, my mouth, his cock, wet, delicious, fantastic.

  ‘Stop,’ he gasped. ‘Katie, Stop.’

  I looked up at him and I could see his face was one of pure pleasure. He lifted me up and then took me by the hand, leading me towards the bed.

  He lay down first on the huge king size double bed and I climbed on top of him. His cock went inside me, tightly, wet, delicious, a perfect cock and cunt together, my god, I fucked him, my tits in the air bouncing up and down as I rode him, hard, harder, fucking him, fucking him as hard as I could.

  He held me by the hips as I fucked him and I was crying out for more, oh dear god sweet goddesses more, more. I came so many times, I cannot remember, I was soaking, my cum everywhere.

  And then he turned me over and he was on top and he was fucking me that way, my legs wrapped tightly around him, so tight, tighter, his cock inside me, hard, deep, pushing, probing, fucking and fucking.

  We were kissing and fucking and the room smelt of sex and love and it was amazing and passionate and so damn sexy. We came at the same time, sweaty and sexy and exhausted and perfect.

  He held me, stroked me, kissed me and tasted me. His fingers carried on, gently probing, feeling my cunt, feeling my clit, looking for my g-spot, making me come one more time. And then it was his tongue and his fingers and I was so wet and his face was soaking and it was just beyond spectacular.

  And afterwards, we slept, wrapped in each other’s arms, a heavy and most perfect sleep. It felt right.

  And the next morning we woke up, bathed, put on our fluffy white bathrobes and ate our room-service breakfast. We were both starving. Salmon, oysters, eggs, bacon, avocado,tomato, pastries and croissants, toast dripping in butter, freshly baked scones and muffins, orange juice, thick strong coffee and champagne too.

  Hugo read the paper.

  ‘Oh,’ I head him say.

  ‘Oh what?’ I asked.

  Oh, we’re on the front page of the paper again.’

  He passed the paper to me. There we were together, very luckily not naked against any window, rather in the restaurant. He was on his one knee, offering me the ring. And it was clear from the look on my face that I was saying yes.

  The story was that Hugo Devenport was marrying his young girlfriend despite the earlier rumours that we’d broken up. The paper wished us great happiness together. This was a great news story. It sounded respectful. The paparazzi were not going to be hounding us. It was official.

  Hugo and I were getting married. All of England knew it now too. But - did American know? Had the same photographs reached the American papers. I needed to tell Julia and Candy. And I needed to do it quickly.

  Chapter Five: Bad Timing

  I couldn’t phone Julia immediately, it was morning in London but the middle of the night in New York. I didn’t want to give her a heart attack. I would phone her from the airport I thought. We were flying out later in the day, back home. She wouldn’t have heard anything yet, or seen the papers.

  We spend the day packing and also planning the wedding. I wanted Julia and Candy to be my bridesmaids. Hugo needed to have all his business colleagues there and his family and friends. It would be fairly big but we wanted to keep it as intimate as possible. We we chose a magnificent venue in the countryside. I was already planning my dress and the flowers. And the dresses that Julia and Candy would wear. We would go for elegant but flirty and sexy! Weddings can be flirtatious and sexy. Even when you’re marrying an older man! And afterwards, we would all stay together for a ‘family holiday’ getting used to being not Cam-girls or escorts or just girlfriends, but family too.

  At the airport I tried to phone Julia but the call wouldn’t go through. I tried Candy but I just couldn't get hold of either of them. Hugo and I boarded the plane. People looked at us but I liked to think they looked at us because we made a great couple and not because of the age difference. We really did make a great couple.

  But I felt anxious. I was sure that by now the girls had heard the news and I had really wanted them to hear it from me. This way I had no idea if they were going to be mad at me. Maybe they’d already taken my clothes and thrown them out the window. Maybe they had already given up on me.

  Oh dear, I didn’t know what to do. But, I couldn’t do anything. Instead, I settled in next to Hugo, in our first class seats. When the plane had taken off and the curtains around us were drawn and we’d asked the air hostess not to disturb us, we sipped our champagne and I climbed on top of Hugo. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  We fucked, quietly, my dress hoisted up over my hips, his cock out of his jeans. We fucked for a long time. There was something beautiful about it, in a plane, high above the clouds, silent, st
ealthy, secretive.

  It was a great time to join the mile high club. And sex took away my anxiety of telling my girlfriends that I was back with Hugo. Back with Julia’s Dad. Back with a man more than double my age.

  I fucked Hugo so I would stop thinking about that.

  And I gotta say, that was one of the best flights I have ever had.

  And then the air hostess opened the curtains and brought us our breakfast and we ate, all sophisticated in first class, and when the plane landed we were ready to face the world.

  We went down the steps and into the arrival hall, cleared customs and immigration and I switched on my phone to phone the girls. It was time to face them.