“Don’t worry. From the fact that you’ve engaged in a ménage and are willing to share Sandra with me, I think you’ve opened yourself up more than any man I know. This is a piece of cake compared.”
Panicked nodded again. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m ready. This is a stroll in the park.”
“So you are ready?”
“I’m as ready as I’m going to be.” Patrick said, running his hands through his hair.
“Really?” Sean smirked. “Then why are you still in your street clothes?”
Patrick looked down and slapped himself in the forehead. “I’ll be back.” He ran upstairs to his room.
Sean shook his head and began preparing the meal, then looked down at himself and realized he needed to get ready, too.
***
At seven o’clock, Patrick waited nervously in the living room.
“Calm down, man. You act like this is your first date.” Sean fixed Patrick’s tie.
“I just want tonight to be special. I want her to understand that this is forever.”
Sean smiled. “I’m pretty sure she already knows.”
They heard Sandra’s bedroom door close. Sean excused himself to the kitchen while Patrick waited for her to descend the staircase. When he saw her, the air knocked right out of his lungs.
Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking. The dress hugged every curve of her tall, voluptuous form. The hat made her look even classier, and the gloves were icing on the cake. She resembled a 1920s flapper.
“Sandra,” he exhaled.
“Patrick, you’re so handsome.” She walked toward him and fiddled with his tie. “It’s a bit crooked. Sean must have put it on you.” Sandra scoffed. “Otherwise, I love it.”
He blushed, something he never did. “Thanks. That dress is stunning on you. I knew it would be.” It wasn’t as if he’d never seen her all dolled up. But tonight she looked especially gorgeous. Maybe because this time, she had dressed especially for him.
“Thank you.”
Patrick handed her an orchid. “This matches your dress. I hope you like it.”
“It’s beautiful.” She put it up to her nose. “You sure know my favorite colors and flower.” She kissed him. “Thanks. If we do nothing else, this night is already special.”
Patrick fastened the flower to her gown, then gently kissed her. “Oh, we will be doing something else. Don’t worry. Let’s go, dinner is waiting.” He held out his arm and she slipped hers in the crook of it. They entered the main dining room and jolted to a halt.
“What is it?”
She pointed, mouth hanging open.
Sean, dressed in a waiter’s uniform, placed the plates on the table and fixed the napkins and flatware. He placed two flutes and a champagne bottle in the middle. Pulling out a chair, he waved Sandra to a seat.
Sandra inhaled. Dinner smelled good “This is nice. You two really went all out.”
“This is our moment together. Sean is just background,” Patrick winked. Sean brought out the first dish.
“This salad looks good,” Sandra said. “Mmm, my favorite.” Exotic greens, feta cheese, artichokes, and she recognized the aroma of Sean’s homemade vinaigrette.
“Dig in.”
She didn’t need to be told twice.
“I want tonight to be special.” Patrick reached for her free hand.
“It already is. Thank you for the gorgeous dress and accessories.”
“I hoped you’d like it. I think I know your style by now.”
Sandra smiled up at him.
“It seems I’ve known you a lifetime.”
Sandra put down her fork. “Why, Patrick.” Sandra cocked her head and stared at him longingly.
“I didn’t mean to sound all sappy on you.” Patrick poured her some champagne.
“No, no. I think it’s sweet. Sometimes I wish you would show more of this side.”
“I promise, I will, from now on.”
They finished their salads, and Sean brought their soup.
“Yummy, broccoli cheese.” Sandra dug right in.
“After dinner, I have another surprise for you.”
“I don’t think I can stand any more. This is simply delightful.”
“Do you like dancing?”
Sandra held the spoon before her mouth. “You don’t like to dance.”
Sean laughed as he went back into the kitchen.
“But I know you love to,” Patrick said, twisting his mouth in annoyance and looking back at his friend.
Sandra ate her soup while eyeing Patrick with new admiration.
Sean served the entrée, then disappeared.
“Chicken Cordon Bleu. You really went out of your way.”
“Only the best.” Patrick poured some more of the champagne, then lifted his glass. “To us.”
Sandra cocked her head. “To all of us, but tonight, just us.”
***
Soft classical music drew them into the living room after dinner.
“May I?” Patrick bowed.
“Yes.” Sandra gave him her hand.
He put his other arm around her with a gentleness Sandra didn’t think he possessed.
“This is what I’ve dreamt about for years.”
“For years?” Sandra stared at him in astonishment. “How come you never said anything until now?”
“I didn’t think you wanted a grumpy bear like me. I saw how you interacted with Sean and thought you two made a better couple. So I stood back and watched, but then I saw how you kept him at bay, too. Then I understood.”
“Understood what?”
“That you valued our friendship more than anything. I knew then that I loved you.”
“Patrick.” Sandra felt as if her chest would explode. Never had a man come to her like this and expressed himself so openly.
They danced. He nibbled at her ear. Sandra kissed him every now and then, nothing scorching, but a subtle reminder of what could be.
When the music stopped, Patrick brought her closer to him. “I love you. I need to make love to you tonight.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.” Sandra laid her head on his chest. “But what about—”
“Like you said, ‘we.’ I want it to be just us. Do you mind?”
She looked up at him. “No, of course not.” The passion in his eyes was dark and wild, yet his words were sweet, romantic, and calming. He would always be a bit of mystery, but that’s what she loved about him.
“Let’s turn in. I have more surprises in store for you.” Patrick held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her upstairs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sandra tingled with anticipation, like a virgin bride. Patrick opened the door to her bedroom and allowed her entrance.
She stepped into a romance novel. Where had the guys found the time to adorn her dresser and bedside table with more candles and now, trays full of mouthwatering tidbits? A huge atomizer in the corner automatically sprayed the delicious scent of vanilla, her favorite. Soft music played in the background, and all the lights were dimmed, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
“You like?” Patrick held her by the waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I like.”
Sean came out of her bathroom, wearing only his waiter’s pants. Damn! What a fine man. Sandra quickly glanced back at Patrick, a bit guilty for drooling.
“It’s okay.” Patrick said.
“Is he joining us?”
“No, he’s setting things up in the bath. Do you want him to?”
Sandra thought a moment. Maybe not tonight. Patrick had gone out of his way to make this a special night for them. “No, if that’s okay with you?”
“That’s more than okay. Sean, you heard the lady. Scram.” Patrick jerked his thumb toward the door. Sean winked at them and made a quick exit.
“Have a seat and I’ll feed you. We didn’t have dessert.” Patrick removed his jacket.
“I don’t want dessert.
I want you.”
He stopped and stared at her. “I want you to understand that I’m a bit different in the lovemaking department.”
“Oh, I agree!”
Patrick smiled. “I like things slow. I love foreplay, and I want you to appreciate it.” He sat beside her on the bed. “Tonight is ours. We don’t have to rush.” He stroked her cheek.
“Who’s in a hurry?”
“Good. We can have dessert afterward.” He removed her hat. “First, I want to unwrap this little present.” He started with the hat, then gently removed her earrings. Turning her around, he unzipped her dress down to the dimples at her lower back.
He got off the bed and down on his knees. Reaching up, he pulled the dress down her body. He took off her shoes, then removed her dress entirely. Standing up, he stared at her with loving eyes. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I like this.” He fingered her garter belt, unsnapped the hooks and rolled off her stockings. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he said admiringly.
“Thank you.”
He reached for her bra, unfastening it, and gently pulling it off. “And the most beautiful tits.”
Sandra cocked her head.
“Breasts just doesn’t sound right when referring to these. They’re luscious.”
He returned to his knees again and removed her panties. Then he smoothed his hands up and down her legs, kissing them. “So sweet and soft,” he purred. He stood to take off his clothes, starting with his tie, then his shirt.
Sandra stared in amazement, awed at the sight of such a beautiful and wonderful man, who happened to be one of her best friends.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants.
Sandra bit her lip to keep from drooling.
He dropped his pants and kicked them to the side. Then off came his underwear. Patrick stood in front of her naked, proud, and hard. Sandra was in her personal heaven.
“Lie down.” Patrick pointed to the bed.
Sandra quickly moved there. Patrick joined her. “Let’s take our time. We have all night and all morning if you want,” he said, wiggling his brows. “Come here, baby.” Patrick reached for her. He caressed her shoulders, her breasts, and slowly moved on to her tummy. She giggled.
“You are ticklish aren’t you?”
“A little.”
He caressed her again and she giggled a little harder, curling up and trying to push his hands away. “Stop it.”
He stopped, but went on to other body parts. He paid special attention to her thighs. He brushed the back of his hand against her wet curls, then proceeded to the calves. “I love every curve of your body.”
“I love every part of yours, too.”
“Then touch me,” he said hoarsely.
Sandra started at the top of his head and wove her fingers into his thick mane. He closed his eyes. She moved on to his face. So solid and strong. It was hard to believe that this man was as soft as a teddy bear inside.
Her hands roamed over smooth-as-steel muscles. He took a deep breath and she decided to move elsewhere. Her hands went to his waist before smoothing over his rear. He had the perfect male ass. She brought her hands around and lightly caressed his cock. He sucked in his breath and she stopped.
“It’s okay. Keep going. I love the feel of your touch.”
She reached his powerful thighs. Moving back up, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Make love to me. I want to feel this body on top of me. I want to feel you inside me.”
Patrick positioned Sandra just the way she liked—flat on her back and legs wide open. “Okay baby, hang on.” He slowly covered her body with his. “Am I too heavy for you?”
“No. Please, Patrick.”
“Shh. I want this to last as long as possible.”
“Don’t torture me.”
“It will be worth the wait.”
He rained kisses on her, at the same time trying not to hurt her. Although at five-eleven, Sandra could hold her own, she still wasn’t strong enough to hold up two hundred ten pounds of male muscle.
She wiggled impatiently under him. He smiled, taking it slow, although it was just as torturous for him too. Every time he came near Sandra, he had the urge to run off with her somewhere. But she deserved better than a quick fuck. She felt so good under him. He’d waited a lifetime to have this special moment with her and didn’t want to rush it.
He compared her to a gourmet meal, to be savored and enjoyed, not a Happy Meal to be gobbled and forgotten in five minutes. Patrick loved this woman and wanted to show her a side of himself he’d kept hidden.
“Come on, baby. I’m more than ready now.” Sandra wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Wait!” He wiggled from between her legs and got off the bed.
“No, Patrick, come back.”
“I’m not leaving you, baby, I had to get this.” He held up a foil pack.
“Oh.”
He opened the condom and slid it on, then returned to his position. “See, that didn’t take long.”
“Long enough,” Sandra protested.
“You’re greedy.” Patrick chuckled. He opened her legs again with his thighs and gently placed the tip of his penis against her opening.
Sandra hissed. “Patrick, I’m going to come right now.”
“I’m barely in you, doll.”
“You’re so huge. You might as well be.”
He snickered trying not to sound arrogant. “You feel good, too,” he whispered in her ear as he slid in some more. Sandra sucked in her breath and gripped his shoulders a little tighter.
“That’s it. You are sopping wet, which makes it so easy for me.”
He inched in deeper until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. With one smooth stroke, he sank into her depths. They both let out a gasp.
“Oh yes Patrick! Yes!”
Sandra scraped her nails on his shoulder and he could swear he felt blood. But he didn’t stop. He gradually began to move inside her, and with each movement he managed to get a whimper or two out of Sandra.
“I love being like this with you,” Patrick said, rising up and plunging back into her. “If the world ended right now, I couldn’t be happier.”
Sandra experienced so many different emotions, not to mention the great physical pleasure she enjoyed with Patrick. If she didn’t think it could get any better after Sean, she was way wrong. He sank into her again and again, never pausing, never taking his gaze from hers. She was his, this night and for eternity.
Sandra didn’t think she could wrap her legs any tighter around Patrick or get a better grip on his massive muscles. But as she tried to regroup physically and mentally, her orgasm hit her like a battering ram, who happened to be Patrick. She thought he would split her in half.
“Patrick!” This time Sandra nearly took not only the bedding but also the mattress to the floor.
They breathed hard but steady. Patrick rolled over and took Sandra’s hand, kissing it. “My second best activity is coming with you.”
“Oh? What’s your first?” Sandra said lifting her brow.
“Working out, of course. But it seems I get both activities done with you.”
They both laughed.
Patrick urged her to her feet and they straightened out the bed. When they lay back down, Patrick held her close to his chest, while Sandra nestled her head underneath his chin.
She watched him as he drifted off to sleep with a slight smile on his face. She snuggled even closer and pulled an extra blanket over them. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe, secure and loved.
Thinking they were sound asleep, Sean walked in on them. Patrick raised his head and put his fingers to his lips.
“It’s been three hours. I got the bathroom ready for you guys and everything,” Sean said, not hiding his disappointment.
“I know. We’ll go eventually. She’s worn out. Probably all that fattening food she’s been eating lately.” Patrick chuckled.
“Oops. Let me freshen the bath at least.”
Patrick checked at his watch. “Yeah, go ahead. By the time you let out the old water and re-run it, she should be up. If not, I’ll wake her.”
“Got a call from the electrical contractors,” Sean said. “They can start immediately.”
“Good. Hey, realistically, what time frame are we looking at, even if everything goes without a hitch?” Patrick asked, as he slowly rose up in bed.
“No hitches? Ha! Maybe a year to a year and a half. With hitches, an eternity.”
Patrick groaned. “Please don’t say that.”
Sean left to start a fresh bath.
“Come on, Sandy.” Patrick nudge her. “Time to take a bath, get all nice and pretty smelling.”
Sean came over to them and shook her shoulder gently. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “Is it morning?”
The guys laughed. “No, honey, not quite,” Sean said.
Patrick looked at him. Sean could see the wheels turning. “Why don’t you take care of her? I need a bath and we both can’t fit in that tub anyway.”
“No problem.”
Sandra reached for Sean’s hand without blinking. He wanted to jump up and down like a kid who’d just caught his first home run ball. But he stayed cool and walked her to the bathroom.
“Okay, Sandy, get in.”
She did. “The water feels great.”
“Good, then my job is half done,” Sean laughed.
He grabbed a washcloth and some bath gel and worked from her feet up. It pleased him to hear her sounds of contentment. He told her the same thing he told Patrick about the electrician. Sandra, too, had the same question about the time it would take to finish the cabins. When he told her, she shook her head.
“I hate waiting. And you know contractors. And even though O’Connor seems honest, you just never know. They’re worse than mechanics. They’ll find something that we have to buy, or need right away.”
“Yeah, I know. Trust me, I’ve been rolling it over in my head ever since we started. But I’m keeping track of everything. What should be done next and how long it should take. If they try to pull the old, ‘Hey you could use this, but it might push your project back,’ well, woe to them.”
Sandra laughed, seemingly satisfied with his solution to the problem.
As Sean dried her off, he impulsively hugged her tightly. “You’ve accepted both of us? You’ve really accepted having both of us in your life and us having you?”
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