“What is it, baby?” I ask, my cock still pressing between her tits.
“Get in here and fuck my ass,” she says.
I get back out for a moment, and Blake pulls them off the wall, letting me slide right down back into the hot tub, submerging my body with theirs.
I pull them back, and push my cock into Leila’s ass. Blake pulls both of Leila’s legs up and we push hard into her cunt and her ass at the same time.
She cries out in pleasure at us. My cock throbs hard in her ass and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock inside her.
“Wait. Wait,” Leila says, panting. “I want to taste your cum this time. It is dessert after all, right?”
Blake and I look at each other and nod. We pull out of her and we all leave the hot tub. I lay down on the patio, and Leila squats over me.
She sits herself down on my cock, shoving the entire length of it into her ass. Blake brings himself closer and his hard cock is at eye level with her as she bounces up and down on me. At the same time, she starts playing with her clit right on top of me.
Fuck, she feels amazing. The faster she bounces, the faster she rubs her clit. She moans loud on top of me before her pussy leaks her cum onto my stomach. Fucking hot. It’s difficult not to blow my load into her ass right here, right now.
Blake starts stroking his cock in her face. She takes her mouth and wraps her lips over the head of his cock, sucking hard as he jerks himself off at her.
“I’m coming,” Blake says. Leila pushes his hand away and bobs violently against his cock, extracting every drop of cum she can from him. She puts her hands on his hips and grips tight as she accepts his load into her mouth.
When he finishes, he pulls his cock from her mouth and reaches down and strokes her hair. My cock still up her ass, fucking her, she pulls his face down to her and kisses him with his cum in her mouth.
I can almost picture the cum traveling from one mouth to the other, back and forth. After a few sloshes, their lips part and she swallows his cum. She wipes the corners of her mouth with her finger and sticks it in her mouth and sucks it clean.
“Yummy,” she says.
One word, that word. It’s what takes me over the top.
“I’m going to come, Leila,” I alert her.
She quickly climbs off of my cock and swiftly engulfs it into her mouth. She pushes my whole cock right into her throat.
She bobs her head up and down, fucking her own throat with my cock. I feel my cock pulse and twitch in her throat. I grunt and moan out loud.
She wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and let the cum squirt out onto her tongue. She let no drop of cum go to waste.
As the cum all leaves my cock, she pushes it around in her mouth with her tongue. She turns to my face and brings her lips to mine and pushes her cum in and out of my mouth.
The taste of her saliva and her ass mixed with the cum is incredibly hot. I happily pass the taste back and forth with her. After playing tongue hockey for a moment, she keep the cum in her own mouth and swallows it down.
She stands and breathes in deep. She closes her eyes for a moment and shrugs her shoulders and exhales.
“My compliments to the chefs,” she says slyly.
“The pleasure is all ours.” Blake and I say, simultaneously. It’s eerie, almost like we rehearsed it. But we absolutely did not. How corny. I’m annoyed.
Regardless of the awkwardness that gave Blake and I, Leila giggles.
“Come on, boys. Let’s go back inside. I’m freezing,” she says.
She leads, swaying those perfect hips in our faces and we promptly follow her back into the house.
Chapter 42
Leila
I sip on my steaming mug of rich strong black coffee. It’s delicious and hits the spot. After our night of fucking awesome sex, I need a strong hit of caffeine.
Blake and Seth are getting ready to go.
This experience has been incredibly surreal. I’ve been whisked away to have fantastic food and the best fucking sex ever with not only one but two amazing blokes. Two blokes who know how to treat a woman.
My fairy tale is pretty fucking awesome.
Somewhere deep within me, fear tries to take hold. Never boast about your luck, or something like that, my grandma had always taught me. I clearly remember being so excited when I won a beauty contest run by the local newspaper for the sixth grade girls.
Grandma had roused on me for boasting. She had said those who succumb to hubris, or boasting, have to watch their back because nemesis would be just around the corner ready to strike and then my luck would change, just like that. And at the last three words she had snapped her fingers.
Those words have stayed with me.
Was I succumbing to hubris? I furrow my brow. Did internal boasting mean you were succumbing to hubris? And was reveling in your luck or pleasure boasting?
I sigh and take another sip of my hot drink.
“Ready to go, cupcake?” Blake’s behind me and I turn around.
“My, my what a serious expression, my lotus flower.” Seth materializes next to him and smiles.
I force myself to relax my facial muscles and look less tense.
“Complaints?” Seth sounds worried.
I shake my head.
“No,” I try to keep my voice light. “Just thinking how great life is.” And that’s what I have been thinking.
“Well then.” Blake jingles his car keys. “If you’re ready to depart this little patch of heaven, you can all pile into my car.
At least now I know how I’m getting home.
“Granted.” He takes a little bow in front of me. “It’s not as flash as a limo, but it’s still a comfortable ride.”
That makes me laugh.
“I don’t need to ride in a limo all the time.”
Once we are all seated and strapped into the car, Blake drives off. I look around to catch one last glimpse of the amazing log cabin. I smile at the memory of the night before and cannot get rid of the lump settling in the pit of my stomach.
By the time we are close to my apartment, I feel as if ants are crawling all over my skin. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones.
As we drive past Beans & More, I notice the closed sign on the entrance. My heart beats a little faster.
What was going on?
Blake drops me at my apartment and they both offer to come in with me.
“I’m fine. Really,” I reassure them and practically do a runner.
I give them both a kiss goodbye on the cheek and sprint to the front door. I don’t even look back.
When I walk into my living room, the scent of scones baking hits me straight away. At least Chase was alive. I stop and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Hey bud,” I call out to him and put my keys down. “What’s going on?”
Chase barely turns around to look at me. He’s balancing two trays of scones. One’s a baked tray and the other is yet to be baked.
I reach over and relieve him of one.
“Do I know you?”
He tries to keep his voice light and playful but the serious undertone does not escape me. I cast my eyes downward.
I’ve been riding a fucking ginormous pleasure wave and not been thinking.
Busted, I punch him in the arm.
“Okay. So I disappeared yesterday, but that does not explain why the café’s closed today.” Somehow I’ll get through this time. I’ll find a solution and things will be ok.
“The café’s closed because I can’t do everything Leila.” Chase is busy making another batch of dough.
“I—” I start but he cuts me off.
“People want scones, they want to be served and scones need to be baked. Reality is, unless you know how to clone me, I can’t do all those things at the same time.”
He stops doing what he’s doing and folds his arms in front of his chest.
Guilt overcomes me.
Nemesis has struck.
Chase r
eaches into his pocket and fishes out his mobile.
“And customers are complaining.”
He opens up a social media site and shows me the comments.
“Don’t bother trying the scones of Beans & More, they aren’t no more.”
“Waited for two hours only to be told no more scones. Maybe they should change their name to Scones No More.”
After I read four or five of the comments, I turn away. Tears well up in the corner of my eyes and I bite my bottom lip.
I don’t want to cry in front of Chase.
“You should have called me,” I mutter quietly and go to sit on the couch.
“And tell you what? Get your fucking ass back over here?”
Ashamed, I sit on my lounge chair and pull my knees up under me. I rest my chin on them and think.
What an utter fool I have been.
Who leaves their business alone to go and chase after their own pleasure? A fucking fool , my inner voice pipes up.
Have I bitten off more than I can chew? Of course I have. I’m chasing after my own happiness, instead of focusing on running a business. What’s more, I’m chasing after two guys. Not one, but two.
A hand touches me on the shoulder.
I look up and see a blurry Chase. Those damn tears were coming after all.
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow’s another day. We’ll do better tomorrow.”
I smile at him.
How lucky am I to have such an awesome assistant. If it weren’t for Chase, there wouldn’t be any scones at all.
I take a deep breath. I have to make some tough decisions.
But just like Chase said, tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is a day for making those tough decisions and executing them.
Chapter 43
Leila
I may not feel like smiling brightly, but I force myself to do it.
“Enjoy your scones,” I say in a cheery tone and hand the customer a paper bag with half a dozen of my delicious scones.
There’s no reply. The person has his ear phones on and I’m wondering what he’s listening to and how hard could it be to take them out even for a while and engage with the world around him.
“You ok out the front?” Chase has come out from the kitchen.
I give him the thumbs up. He stares at me for a few seconds and I’m trying to read his expression.
Mistrust. That’s what it is. He does not trust me to stay the entire day in the café.
Of course. Who can blame him? I haven’t been exactly Ms. Reliable over the last few days.
In fact, if I were my employer, I would have sacked myself several times over.
I sigh. No more. Focus. I’m one hundred percent focused on the business. Pleasure and personal life have to take a back seat.
Just then the door opens and familiar after shave assaults my senses.
No. No. No.
I repeat those words like a mantra in my head.
Whatever the plan is for today, the answer’s going to be no.
I cannot simply run off every time one of them whistles. I’m not a bitch on heat. I’m trying to be a successful business woman.
“Hey gorgeous.” Seth comes up behind the counter, ignoring the customers who’ve queued up and are waiting to be served to give me a kiss.
I pull away. I don’t have time for this.
My body’s screaming at me. What the fuck are you doing? We want to feel him.
Ignoring my own protests, I turn to the next person waiting in line.
“A dozen scones, please.”
Once I have completed the order and taken their money, I turn to the expectant Seth.
“So are you free?”
There’s a distinct twinkle in his eyes. Mischief is what he’s got planned.
I shake my head.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chase hovering at the entrance to the kitchen. I can feel his eyes bore into me.
Seth’s not ready to give up.
“When’re you going to have lunch?”
An inner struggle ensues. Lunch. Would it be wrong to agree to go to lunch with him?
Yes it would , screams my inner voice.
Why, counter my emotions.
Because you wouldn’t just go to lunch, explains my inner voice. Because you would find a room or some other space and fuck yourself silly for the rest of the afternoon that’s why.
I hope I’ve not gone bright red as a tomato.
“I can’t, Seth,” I say through gritted teeth.
I need to get back to serving customers. The queue of waiting people is growing by the minute. What was I thinking, leaving Chase to manage all by himself?
It hits me, as if someone’s just slapped me in the face, how selfish I’ve acted since meeting Blake and Seth.
I’ve simply gone and pursued my personal pleasure without thinking how my actions would impact on the poor guy.
I hope he’ll forgive me.
“I can’t be like you and Blake.” I hope my voice sounds stronger and more determined than I feel. “You guys move in a different world from me. If I’m not here to run my business, it will just stop running all together.”
Seth says nothing. He keeps smiling at me.
If I had expected him to storm off like a spoilt little boy who’d been told he can’t play with his favorite toy, I was wrong. Though at the same time, he doesn’t try to persuade me.
To my own dismay, I feel disappointed that he just accepts my decision. Perhaps our time together had not meant to him as much as it did to me.
As I turn away from him, I see Chase still watching me.
It’s with a heavy heart that I go back to serving customers.
Actually, telling Seth I’m not in their league leaves a sour taste in my mouth. It was one thing to think it, another to say it out loud.
With a tear in my eye, I pack a dozen more scones. There’s only eight left.
“I’ll just see how far away the next fresh batch is,” I explain to the customer and feel relief wash over me at the opportunity to have a minute or so to compose myself.
When I return with two trays of freshly baked scones, Seth’s gone.
Fuck.
Life sucks.
I hadn’t expected to Seth to accept the brush off the way he did.
I wonder if Blake will try to whisk me away somewhere and how he’ll deal with a no. I’d like to think he’s the more persistent type, the type who does not accept no for an answer.
As the day drags on, my lower back starts to ache and my feet hurt. I wish I had been able to take Seth up on a lunch date.
For some reason the line of customers seems to snake out the front door and go on and on forever. I’ve been serving for hours now with no end in sight.
I sigh. I still can’t believe Seth just accepted his fate.
Without meaning to, I pull out my mobile and glance at it. I’d half expected a dinner invitation, but there wasn’t any, from either of them.
A feeling of loneliness creeps over me.
Had Seth told Blake about my brush off and is that why I haven’t heard from Blake?
Try as I might, I cannot get either of them out of my thoughts.
“I asked for two dozen of your scones not one,” an annoyed older woman shouts at me.
“My mistake.” I try and sound apologetic. Cow . “I’ll get you another dozen.”
When I turn around I realize we’ve run out scones.
“Let me just duck into the kitchen to see how long before the next batch is available.”
“Don’t bother,” hisses the woman and grabs her bag. “I’m in a hurry. Next time stop, day dreaming when you’re working.”
I bite my bottom lip. This just isn’t my day.
Chapter 44
Seth
I know stress when I see it. Having been in business ever since I can remember, it’s not difficult to work out when someone’s stressed.
Leila’s stressed. No, she’s more than stressed, she’s über
stressed.
Instead of taking offense at her brush off, I take a step back and watch. Watching someone can be a better way of learning about them instead of asking. Actions, after all, speak louder than words.
People tend to tell you what you want to hear and not what’s really going on. Watching her, I can get a pretty good idea what she needs and what the business needs. Body language don’t lie.
After a few minutes, it’s time for action and I leave.
Back at my car, I pull out my phone. It just takes seconds to hit speed dial. He should be available, unless he’s in a meeting. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel.
“Hey, Blake, my man,” I greet the familiar voice, and I can hear surprise in his when he responds to my greeting.
“What’re you up to?” he asks, but I ignore the question. It’s not small talk I’m after, but a business proposal we need to discuss. Time is of the essence.
“Where’re you?”
“Office.” Blake seems to get my drift and goes on point.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
It’s a statement and Blake does not argue or fob me off. He senses the importance.
On the drive through the city to the Robertson Empire, I play with different solutions and business plans.
Leila needs help. Her product is outstanding, but like any other small business, she faces some large hurdles before she hits big time.
Fifteen minutes later, I park my sports car in one of VIP park spots and take the stairs to the entrance two at a time. Above the double brass emboldened front door is a massive sign—Jacobs Worldwide. The picture of a globe with a plane circling around it completes the image.
It’s not my taste, but it’s better than others I’ve seen.
Out of nowhere an older gentleman in a black suit with white gloves steps out in front of me to open the door. I smile and thank him. He nods.
Since I’ve never been to Blake’s office, I pause at the directory and find his name near the top of the list.
I take the elevator to the sixth floor. As soon as the door opens, a woman, who I assume is Maddie, greets me.
“Welcome, Mr. McDaniels.”
Her voice sounds a little more melodic in person than over the telephone. I wonder if she sings in a choir.
“Good morning, Maddie.” I shake her hand.
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