I can feel Seth’s cock slide into her wet pussy and start pounding into her. My breathing is shallow and fast.
Little fireworks are starting to explode in my head and abdomen. This is fucking amazing.
If you’d have asked me, I would not have thought I’d be turned on by fucking a woman with another man, but now that I can feel Seth’s cock, I’m hot as hot can be.
Leila’s whimpering and groaning at the same time.
“Fuck me faster.” She’s panting. “Harder and faster.”
I oblige, and I can feel Seth do the same. We seem to work well as a team, moving in the same rhythm.
Leila’s fingers are digging into my lower back and pushing me harder into her.
I’m looking past her and out over the water. This is such an out-of-this-world experience; I wouldn’t be surprised to see dolphins leap out of the water with wings on their back, but they don’t.
Each thrust has my cock grow in length and width.
“Fuck, Leila,” I yell and feel my cock throbbing in anticipation.
“Faster, fuck me faster.”
I grab onto her hips and push her toward me as I push into her.
I can feel my orgasm build, and I know I’m about to come. My muscles start to spasm violently and my fingers dig into her naked flesh.
At the same time, I can feel her tense and riding her orgasmic wave. An earth-shattering ripple of emotions sweeps through her. Her muscles spasm and her body shakes.
“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck,” she screams.
Seth’s also exploding inside of her and grunting with pleasure.
My pulsing cock’s unleashing his power, and I feel myself come inside her tight asshole. My cum’s gushing back out of her as if she’s overflowing.
On and on I ride my wave and loose all sense of time. It seems like I’m going forever.
When I’m done, I collapse on top her.
Just like Seth’s still in her pulsing pussy, I stay in her fucking delicious asshole. I’ve had few assholes, but none as hot as Leila’s.
Only when the last of my shakes has subsided and the sensation of giant explosions going off inside of me has decreased do I slide out of her.
I roll onto the sand and look at the two of them.
I feel a surge of tenderness despite having to have shared her with Seth.
In Leila’s eyes, I can see the intense pleasure she’s just experienced. And deep down, to my own dismay, I realize Leila probably won’t choose between us.
My fingers trail up her arm. Seth now moves off her as well, and I feast on her fucking hot body.
She looks from one to the other and smiles. Slowly she sits up and then gets to her feet.
“So,” she says as she puts her hands on her hips. “How about a cooling-off swim?”
In my own mind, I’m already imagining the sort of stuff we could get up to in the water, but that might have to wait for another day.
I watch Leila bounce toward the deep blue and get to my feet.
Seth’s looking at me and grinning.
“Race you?” he challenges, and I shake my head and laugh.
Fucking prick can’t help himself.
We sprint side by side. I inch ahead and raise my arms in victory. Seth, however, pushes into me and makes me loose my footing. With flailing arms, I go sailing forward and face first into the water.
Splash .
I should have known the prick can’t play fair.
When my head surfaces from under the water, I see Seth’s hand extended in a conciliatory way.
I grab it and he pulls me to my feet. He’s laughing.
“Veni, vidi, vici,” he says, and I laugh.
“In your dreams,” I tease. “I think it’s fair to say we both came, saw, and conquered.”
Chapter 33
Leila
From within my bedroom in the suite, I call Chase’s cell phone. He picks up and cheerfully greets me, as always.
“Hey, babe. How’s life in paradise?”
“Chase. Life is fan-fucking-tastic!”
He laughs. “Good to hear. Good to hear.”
“So, I called to tell you—well, honestly, to warn you. See, I might be staying a little longer in paradise,” I say cautiously. I don’t want to upset him. “You’ll be paid overtime and more. So, no worries there. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with me being away for a while.”
“I can hold the fort down a little longer. Don’t you worry. You deserve this.”
It warms my heart to hear him say so. “Thank you.”
“Anyway, I hired that girl from the other shop. The one I told you I was going to dress in scones and parade around the café? Yeah, she’s working the counter while I work the backroom like a boss.”
I’m more than a little surprised to hear him say he hired someone, especially a hottie like this one. “You hired her?”
“Temporarily.”
“When?”
“The day you left,” he says matter-of-factly.
I can’t wrap my head around his words. “Seriously? The day I left?”
“Yeah, and she’s doing a great job. Oh, and now we have like the entire police force coming in for coffee and scones.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, apparently these single and not-so-single cops follow her from store to store. Wherever she works, they go.”
Well, isn’t that funny? Truth be told, I’m totally okay with this. Hey, if it helps business… “Well, then. It sounds good to me.”
“You should see her in the scone bikini I designed for her.”
“Chase!”
Chase laughs, and when he’s done, he hits me with a one-two punch. “So, have you decided which deal you wanted? Which guy you wanted?”
“Wow.”
“Well?”
“Maybe I don’t have to decide. Maybe I can have both,” I tease.
Chase squeals. “Really? Yeah, you go get yours, girl.”
“I will.”
“Leila, I better go. Lots of work to be done. You stay safe.”
“I will.”
“And warn me before you come home, okay? Buh-bye.”
“Bye.”
I will get mine.
I spot one of the new pink maxi dresses, the one with a plunging neckline. That’s the dress I’ll wear to dinner tonight. Getting into the flowing maxi dress is easy. And the only additional things it requires are a pair of panties and a necklace, both of which I’m already wearing.
I forego wearing a bra tonight. Give the boys—and well, anyone else who looks—a treat. I do so love giving men treats.
Blake and Seth are ready and waiting in the main room, answering emails on their cell phones. Their perfectly tailored dress shirts, rolled up to show their muscled forearms, and shorts look outstanding on them.
“Who’s ready to eat?”
They look up as I arrive.
“Whoa…” Seth says.
“I think we might be underdressed, eh, Seth?”
“No. Not at all. I just threw this one on. Literally,” I say with a smile.
Blake stands and walks to the nearest mirror to check himself out. “I’m good to go.”
“Me, too. Don’t even have to check like this preening peacock,” Seth teases, to which Blake laughs.
“You both look great,” I say. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Dinner is going well. Blake and Seth tell me jokes from their time in school together. I laugh and share with them stories about my days in culinary school.
We’re having a great time; it only further proves to me that this works best as a triad. I don’t ever want this feeling to end, but Blake’s phone rings. He excuses himself from the table, leaving Seth and me alone.
“Seth, now that we have this moment, I have to ask. Why did you hate Blake so much before?”
“I didn’t always. In fact, quite the opposite,” he says. “I looked up to him. He was like a brother to me.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’m not proud to admit this. It’s my own damn insecurities, I guess. It’s why I started hating him. I wanted to be him. I wanted him to respect me like I respected him. Like I still respect him. Fuck, I probably hold that guy in higher regard than anyone else on this damn planet.”
“I can’t believe it. I mean I do. But I can’t…”
“I’ve always wanted to work with Blake. He and his family have the best locations—the most ideal ones—for business. My family, we have the state-of-the-art equipment to match his best locations. Imagine what would happen if we joined forces. We’d be fucking unstoppable.”
“What would happen if I teamed up with you, selling my scones to you , Seth?”
Seth smiles. “Well, you could use my facility to continue expanding and come up with more variety for your scones. That’s the best I can offer you: freedom to create and evolve. But really, Leila, it’s not much of a concern to me at this point. You pick me…you pick Blake. It doesn’t matter whose deal you sign, because both Blake and I are ultimately more concerned with you being happy.”
Wow. What an answer.
Feeling as good as I possibly can, I smile and lean my head on his shoulder.
“Thank you, Seth.”
Chapter 34
Leila
Another day in paradise .
I look at the pile of clothing the guys bought me and marvel at the thought that I’ve barely scratched the surface in trying on so little of it all. I adjust the straps of the sundress I am wearing. It’s another opportunity to flaunt my breasts, but I wear a bikini underneath it.
Don’t need everyone staring at me today. I really just want to relax. I want to blend in. I want to be worry-free.
I step out into the commons, a large breezeway in the hotel where you can get a drink, sit and talk, or read a newspaper from Great Britain or America.
I see Blake and Seth right away. They are siting across from one another, their laptops out, cell phones up to their ears. They both look like they’re in the middle of conducting serious business.
I’m awestruck, truly awestruck. I respect the extra hustle, I always have. Maybe it’s because my business always requires it from me. I give two hundred percent, and love seeing when other people do, too.
“Working remotely, huh?” I say as I approach them.
Blake is the first to look up and see me there. He ends his call and asks, “You all set?”
“Yes, I am.”
Blake shuts his laptop and smiles. “I am too, then.”
Blake stands up and takes my hand in his. His hand is warm, almost hot to the touch. We’re heading to the door, when to my surprise, Blakes turns back to Seth.
“Hey, Seth. You going sit there or are you going to join us for breakfast?”
Seth covers his phone and answers, “I’ll catch up with you in a few, just need to finish this call and attend to other business.”
“Don’t be too long now.”
“I’ll be following you in no time.”
“Okay.”
We head to the restaurant. I’m dying for a mimosa and a good ham and cheese omelet.
I’m feeling a little guilty, though. I’m not ready to make a decision, but I’m starting to feel pressure. As we sit down, I take a moment to collect myself and ask Blake a question I’ve been meaning to.
“Blake, I was curious. If I decide to partner with you, what would you offer?”
Blake takes his napkin, unfolds it and places it on his lap. He takes a sip of water and gently clears his throat before answering.
“Well, strong brand recognition to begin. Since your signature scones will be brought forth to major exposure through my many establishments connections. But, to be honest, it doesn’t matter whose deal you sign, just as long as you feel that it’s the right path for you.”
It pleases me to hear him say so. I feel warm all over, like when I wrap myself in my favorite blanket. I feel safe with Blake and I hope he knows that.
I place my hand on his knee and smile before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
Most of all, I’m happy to see that the boys have finally set aside their differences and are focusing on a common goal… and they’re doing it all for me.
Chapter 35
Leila
It’s hard to get back to reality—really hard. One minute I’ve been floating on cloud sixty-nine, the next my feet hit the ground with a thud.
I mean, who can just fly to the Bahamas, spend an amazing few days there, and come back to reality with the flick of a finger?
I take a deep breath. Nothing’s been discussed while we’ve been away about what the future will hold.
I gnaw on my bottom lip as the plane spits out its wheels and my body’s jolted slightly forward as rubber collides with tarmac. Was this the end of my fairy tale?
“You going back to the office?” Blake’s turning to Seth, who nods.
“I’ve got some meetings. You?”
It’s Blake’s turn to nod.
“But I can take Leila home first.”
Now they’re talking about me as if I’m not here.
“It’s okay,” I interrupt them quickly. “I can just take the limo back home, can’t I? I mean, the two of you can just get back to work. It’s not as if I don’t have any work to go to.”
I try and keep my tone light. I do have work to do, and suddenly guilt creeps through me. I haven’t even called Chase to see how things are going.
“But,” Blake starts, and I shake my head.
“No, really. I’ve got to get home to see how things are going. I do have a business to run.”
Seth shrugs. “If you’re sure.”
I nod. Of course I’m sure. They’ve got work to do, and so do I.
In the limo I play with my mobile. Should I call Chase now? But I dismiss the idea.
No point interrupting him during work. I’d be home in a little while, and I can square things away with him then.
Absentmindedly, I play with the button of the tinted window. My eyes roam the interior of this amazing luxury vehicle. Insects seem to inhabit the pit of my stomach and make their presence known.
Had I acted irresponsibly in leaving Beans & More on a whim to spend some time away with two fucking gorgeous spunks?
I know the answer, but I don’t want to accept it. A girl’s allowed some fun, isn’t she?
The window is now down, and the breeze tugs at my hair. I look outside at the passing cars, the people walking on the footpath, and the trade of the cafes we pass.
Everyone is working, except me.
Once the limo driver pulls up outside my apartment, I practically sprint out of the car and up the stairs. I barely say thank you and goodbye, and I’m inside the door.
I burst through it and am greeted by silence.
Oh no, this was bad, very bad.
Chase usually has the music up so loud the neighbors complain from time to time. Has Chase abandoned me?
I chuck my keys on the hall table and hurry into the living room. My eyes scan the room for a note. Surely he’d leave me a note.
There’s an odd shape on the couch, but I take no notice at first. Randomly I flick through the pile of mail Chase has left for me on the table, probably all bills.
There seems to be at least a dozen unopened envelopes. How can there be so much mail in a relative short span of time?
And still I cannot see a note.
Where’s the fucking note? My heart’s now beating faster, and I scan the room one more time, paying attention to every last detail.
Focus, Leila , I command and then I realize what’s happened.
I tip-toe over to the couch and breathe a deep sigh of relief. At the same time I feel terribly ashamed.
Chase is sound asleep, holding a timer in his hand.
Poor Chase has been working flat out.
Heartless bitch , my inner voice pipes up and I suppress tears. I’ve been as thoughtless as thoughtless c
an be. I was no princess; I was more like the wicked step mother or evil witch.
I bend over and ever so gently pry the timer from his hand. It’s not too hard, since his fingers are only holding onto it loosely.
Then I march into the kitchen. I put on my apron and get to work. It’s time I start pulling my weight around here.
When the timer goes off, I pull a batch of scones from the oven and gently place them on the cooling rack.
With one batch done, I put another in the oven.
Next I grab two slices of thick sourdough bread. In the fridge I rummage around for some cheese and tomato. It does not take me long to put my creation in the griller.
I hum to myself. I vow to spend more time working and less time frolicking around naked with Seth and Blake.
I’ve had my fun, but it’s time to focus on the business.
With my mind made up, I head back into the living room. I’m carrying a molten cheese sandwich. The yellow goo is dripping down the side of the thick bread, and I lick my lips.
An image of cream-colored cum spraying into my face and me lapping it invades my thoughts. I focus on the cheese sandwich.
This is comfort food. If I know one thing about Chase, it’s that he does not look after himself when he works. He gets totally wrapped up in what he’s doing and forgets to eat.
If I have to put money on it, I’d say he hasn’t eaten since breakfast.
Before I reach him, he sits bolt upright.
Our eyes meet. He yawns.
“The princess is back,” he teases, but I don’t smile.
I’m sure there’s accusation mixed in his voice.
“Sorry,” I mumble, and I don’t know what else to say.
Chase shrugs.
“Have fun?”
Fucking amazing fun, but I don’t want to brag.
I shrug my shoulders.
“I fucking hope so,” says Chase, and now I do smile and nod.
“So,” I start and sit next to him. “Looks like you’ve been busy?”
“Fucking flat out,” he replies and yawns again.
“I’ve finished the baking,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
“About time you started to pull your weight around here.”
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