Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “In Austin, Big Slice of Pizza is the place to go. My favorite one was always the pepperoni, green pepper and mushroom topping combo. I only started appreciating Italian sausage pizzas when I moved to New York. Now that’s all I crave. Do they ever know how to make pizza in the Big Apple? That said, this one is pretty close. I have to say it’s the best pizza I’ve had since I’ve been living in London,” I say. I reach out for my wine and catch Ethan watching me intently from over his glass. His gaze makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m determined to ignore it, but he has other plans in mind.

  “Speaking of which, when are you moving back to New York?”

  My hand freezes in mid-air. I didn’t see Ethan’s question coming. Everything was so easygoing, I didn’t expect such an abrupt change of topic.

  “I… Well… It’s—” I pause. I’m so stunned I can’t even come up with an answer. I rack my brain, doing my best to string a coherent sentence together, but I can’t. I’m stumped.

  “You might want to try that again, Delilah. I didn’t catch any of it, and I doubt Ethan did either.” Xander’s words are slicing.

  I drop my glass back on the table and compose myself. I open my mouth to answer, but close it again. It’s only then that I realize what just happened. Ethan just usurped my moment. “How did you know?” I finally ask. My voice comes out so breathy. That’s because my heart is beating like the drums of a marching band.

  “How did I find out that you were faced with a pretty big crisis, but you omitted to tell Xander or I—your boyfriends?” Ethan asks.

  “Is that it, sweetheart?” It’s Xander’s turn to speak

  My eyes shift from Ethan’s to Xander’s. “Yes.” The way they say that makes this burden even heavier than it already is.

  “When you told us that work was keeping you on your toes and the multiple projects you were juggling forced you to get to the gallery early and leave late, we believed you. Why wouldn’t we?” Ethan’s question only makes me feel even guiltier than I already am.

  “There was no reason for us not to,” Xander reinforces.

  “That’s the kind of relationship we want to build with you, Delilah—one of trust.” Every word coming out of Ethan’s mouth is calculated. “We’re honest with you and we expect the same in return. Imagine my surprise when I bumped into your boss this afternoon as she was making her way back to the gallery to meet with Mr. Walcott.” Shit. My jaw drops. “She’s the one who let the cat out of the bag.” It was never supposed to go down like that. Fuck. I was supposed to be the one telling them. “I had to hear from Ashley that you’d be leaving London.”

  “Were you going to tell us on the eve of your departure?” Xander isn’t mincing his words tonight.

  “I would never do that,” I whisper.

  “Why would we believe you?” Xander isn’t giving me a break.

  “I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to hear about this from someone else. I swear to God I was going to tell you tonight—”

  “You should have told us on Monday when you found out.” Ethan reiterates Maggie’s sentiments.

  They both look so hurt. This makes everything worse.

  “I was too afraid to tell you because I was frightened of what leaving London would mean for the three of us. We just officially started seeing each other. I mean, a long-distance relationship between three people?” I shake my head. “That’s crazy,” I exclaim. “It would never work.”

  “Don’t you think that discussing it with us would have put your mind at ease?” There’s not a trace of lightness on Ethan’s face.

  “I didn’t see it that way.”

  “If we’re not there for you when you need us most, we’ve failed as your boyfriends.” Xander’s words shoot straight to my heart.

  “So I’m going to repeat my question again because you seem to be skirting it.” Ethan pauses until my eyes meet his. “When are you moving back to New York?”

  I let out a long sigh and forge ahead with as much confidence as I can muster up. “I spent part of the day looking for flights back home. My cousin offered to take me in when I got back until the person who is subletting my apartment finds another place to live in. In my head, the countdown had begun and I had no time to waste. When Ashley called me into her office, I stopped breathing. The fact that Mr. Walcott was also sitting in that conference room signaled the finality of my situation—”

  “Delilah, give me a date.” Ethan puts an end to my roundabout way of answering him.

  I pause and take a deep breath in before speaking. “I’m going back to New York at the end of September, as originally planned.”

  Both Ethan’s and Xander’s faces drop. “What?” they ask in unison.

  “Yeah. Nothing has changed.”

  “I don’t understand.” Ethan shakes his head. “That’s not what Ashley told me.”

  “At the last hour, everything changed in my favor.”

  “What happened?” Xander looks as confused as his best friend does.

  “When I talked to your boss she was pretty clear about the fact that Mr. Walcott wouldn’t allow you to remain at the gallery if his daughter was back,” Ethan says.

  “Samantha isn’t coming back.” I’m so grateful God heard my plea.

  “I thought she urgently needed to get out of New York?” Ethan fires off another question.

  “Constance was also part of the meeting because Ashley wanted her to take some swift actions after Mr. Walcott had rendered his verdict. She’s the one who told me what really went down. Obviously she told me all of this in confidence—”

  “Speak, woman. It’s not as if we’re going to tell her anything,” Ethan snaps.

  “Ashley insisted on having a conference call with Samantha, since both she and Mr. Walcott had been avoiding the inevitable. Apparently when she got on the call, Samantha was going on about how dreadful her situation was. When her father pressured her because her flimsy explanation didn’t match the desperate messages she had sent over the weekend, she brushed him off and simply said he wouldn’t understand. Ashley was suspicious so she simply asked her a question that opened the Pandora’s box,” I explain.

  “What question?” Once again, both my guys ask in unison.

  “‘What’s his name this time?’”

  “Ah, I see.” Ethan smiles.

  “So it was about a bloke after all?” Xander asks.

  I nod. “It was. All the other employees at the gallery alluded to it, but it’s only when Ashley asked the question point-blank that it became impossible for Mr. Walcott to ignore the truth. Samantha tried to skate around Ashley to avoid answering, but Ashley would have none of it. She wouldn’t budge. She kept putting the screws to Samantha until Samantha revealed the real reason why New York was no longer a suitable city. When Mr. Walcott realized that all this drama had to do with a man, he lost it. It’s not the first time Samantha has acted this childishly about a guy in her life, but it’s the first where someone else would pay the price for her unreasonable reaction to a boyfriend who wasn’t willing to bend to her ridiculous whims.”

  “Well, I’m not surprised Constance was willing to divulge so much. When Ashley isn’t around, Samantha treats her like a lowly maid,” Ethan says. “I’ve witnessed it myself and called Samantha on it, but Princess Walcott only answers to her father.”

  “Apparently, Mr. Walcott is taking things one step further. He was so enraged by his daughter’s attitude. He couldn’t believe that Samantha would put my position in jeopardy just because of a lover’s quarrel. He’s determined to force her to grow up—whether she wants it or not. After thirty-one years, he’s cutting the umbilical cord.”

  “What do you mean?” Ethan asks.

  “He’s no longer willing to support her in the manner he has up to now. He said so much during the conference call. He’s downsizing her from the penthouse she’s living in now to something more suitable to someone making her salary. He’s willing to pay for a reasonable apartment—of course since we’re
talking about New York here, it’s still going be ridiculously priced, but she won’t be living like a TV reality star. On top of that, all of Samantha’s other expenses—including food—will be her responsibility from now on.”

  “Wow.” Ethan blinks at me incredulously. Gemma had that same look on her face when she asked me if I had heard the news.

  “Yeah, Constance said that Samantha started yelling on the other end.”

  “I’m surprised her father didn’t cave in at that moment—he always has in the past,” Ethan observes.

  “I think he’s had his fill with her. Constance said Mr. Walcott simply cut off the communication.”

  “Just like that?” Ethan is shocked.

  “Apparently so.”

  “Maybe this whole ordeal made the man realize how much he contributed in creating this ungrateful brat,” Ethan concludes.

  “Constance said the same thing,” I confirm. I pause and shift my eyes from one to the other with a smile tugging at my face. I still get to keep them. Thank you, God. “It was a big ordeal for me. Not seeing you over the past few days has been so hard for me. I really missed you. A lot more than I ever thought I would,” I confess. The minute they dropped me off at my place on Sunday night, I started missing them. My need to be with them is overwhelming.

  “I, for one, am happy this drama is behind you,” Xander says.

  “Behind us,” Ethan corrects him.

  “Exactly. I wasn’t ready to lose you yet,” Xander says. I choke up at Xander’s words.

  “Neither was I,” Ethan confesses. Warmth fills my chest. “No more secrets, love?”

  “Promise.” I lower my eyes for a beat.

  “We share everything from now on?” Ethan presses.

  “Yes. I won’t ever do anything like that again.”

  “Damn, I love how this story ends,” Xander cheers, clapping his hands together. He rubs them furiously, grinning like a fool. “I’m happy Mr. Walcott came to his senses,” He gets up from where he’s sitting and plops himself to my right.

  “So am I. I’m glad that I’ll remain right here in London.” For the first time since I left this place, I allow myself to smile wide. My heart is so light because I’m so freaking elated to be here with them again.

  “So Xander and I get to keep you for a little longer?” It’s Ethan’s turn to scoot a little closer.

  I laugh. “Yes.” Relief washes over me that we’re able to pick up where we left off. As much as I agonized over the thought of losing them, being here with them again is such a precious gift. “If you still want me, that is,” I add teasingly.

  “Is that even a question?” Xander is quick to answer.

  “I think it’s a cry for help, mate.” Ethan adds his grain of salt.

  “In what way?” Xander inquires with a cocky smile on his lips.

  “Our girlfriend wants us to help her remember how much we want her.” Ethan pulls at the elastic that was holding my hair up in a ponytail. “She desperately needs help understanding how excited we are that she’s still at arm’s length and we can devour her whenever we want.” When he pulls it out, my hair falls over my shoulders.

  His words ignite something inexplicable in me and instead of fear I’m overpowered by incendiary lust.

  “However we want.” Xander had to up the ante. “I think we can help her with that.”

  “Personally, I’m dying to hear her cry for a different reason.” Ethan is so serious that my heart starts to race. “It’s my name I want slipping from her lips as I lick her sweet little clit until her juices are dripping all over my face.” His voice is so deep and dark. The chocolatey reverberation makes my blood pound against my chest.

  I look from my left to my right and I rejoice at the thought that I’m right where I belong—sandwiched between them.

  “You two are so generous for being willing to jog my memory like that,” I mock. “After all, it’s already been seventy-two hours. It’s incredible what you forget.” I’m so being cocky.

  “Hmmm, I wonder how many times we’ll make you come to make up for those last seventy-two hours? I hope you can keep up.”

  Ethan reaches for my breasts. He slides his hands under my bra and with seeking palms he finds my peaks.

  “Argh,” I hiss.

  “I’ve fucking missed your gorgeously round and soft tits.” Ethan kneads my breasts with his eyes closed. His thumbs graze my stiff nipples sending a delicious current throughout my entire body. I whimper as my pussy pulsates with need.

  “For three days I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on these.” He continues talking without opening his eyes.

  “Shit.” My body trembles under his touch.

  “It’s okay, love,” he reassures in a soothing voice. “I just want to play with them for a minute before sticking them into my mouth and sucking on them until I run out of air,” Ethan whispers.

  “Mate, don’t be so selfish. Don’t you think you could share? She has two luscious tits. If you’re going to latch at one, at least give me the chance to suck on the other,” Xander jokes. “You do realize that all of this would be much easier if you were to get rid of her top?”

  “You’re too impatient for your own good,” Ethan scoffs.

  “Can you blame me? These past few days without being able to touch her body have been torturous. I’m sure that if the police had thrown me to the bottom of a prison cell, it would have been far less excruciating than what I’ve had to endure.” Xander can be so dramatic. I shouldn’t think like this, but secretly, I love how he’s been afflicted by our time apart even though I know he’s spreading it on real thick. “Now that she’s here, I intend to make up for it in spades.”

  “Fine, I’ll share her tits,” Ethan says as sourly as a big brother forced to share his toys with his younger sibling.

  We all laugh.

  Before I know it, both of them are helping me out of my top. In one swift movement, Ethan unhooks my bra, removes it and flings it in front of him. My boobs bounce against my chest, sending tingles straight down to my pussy.

  “That’s much better,” Xander cheers. “Now we can have some fun.”

  “Oh, God,” I say. “The two of you do understand that I need to be able to walk tomorrow?”

  “That’s not my problem,” Xander jokes. “Seriously, sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much.” He grabs my chin and turns my head so I’m facing him. His lips descend on mine and we devour each other. His tongue tangles, tastes, tantalizes and teases. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull closer to him. He cradles my head with both hands, forcing our lips to fuse even more. Not to be outdone, Ethan palms my boobs, cupping and pressing against my incredibly hard nipples until I moan inside Xander’s mouth.

  “Let it be known that Xander isn’t the only one who missed you.” His words are intoxicating. “We’re going to help you remember why we’re so good together.” My back stiffens as Ethan thumbs my nipples, his lips flirting with my earlobe. Excitement courses through every muscle in my body. God, I know now I wouldn’t have survived leaving these two. Having Ethan this close while I’m making out with Xander is so intimate and so sinful.

  Ethan pulls me away from Xander. My lips part from Xander’s, but he doesn’t seem to mind. My pussy tingles when I feel the hard line of Ethan’s erection press against my spine as he pulls my back to his chest. Xander’s eyes drop immediately to my breasts as he watches with hungry eyes as Ethan toys with them. I swear he licks his lips at the sight. Ethan flicks my nipples a few times, sending an electric current all the way down to my clit. He then closes his fingers around my peaks, pinches my nipples and pulls. I let out a long growl. He’s gentle at first, but soon his touch is more demanding. He moves from one breast to the other. I lift my eyes and meet Xander’s. He’s mesmerized. I’m in awe that I could elicit such desire in one man, let alone two.

  “Your hands dominate me.” The words escape without me knowing it.

  “Of course they do,” Ethan says. “Just lik
e I have supreme control over the rest of you.” I can’t argue.

  The more I lean against him, the more forceful Ethan becomes in his play. He catches my nipples between his fingers and pinches. Every time my breath hitches, he presses even harder.

  “Ohhhh,” I hiss, teetering between pain and pleasure. He changes things on me. He manages to grab both my nipples in his large hand and pulls. “Oooooh,” I pant. I love how he does that. I mean I really, really, really love it. He lets go of my breasts and caresses them with his palm.

  “Being deprived of your tits for so many days in a row is cruel. Let’s not do that again.” He keeps brushing his hand against my now excruciatingly hard nipples in such a delicious way. I’m sure it’s meant to drive me crazy. Here’s the thing. It’s working. When he pinches my right nipple between his fingers with a punishing little twist, I can’t hold it together.

  “Jesus,” I shout. I never realized how sensitive my nipples were.

  “You like that?”

  I nod against his chest. “That’s amazing.”

  “That was incredible. I’m rock hard now,” Xander reveals.

  “There’s more,” Ethan announces. “We can’t leave you out.”

  “Of course not.” Xander grins wide. I can’t help, but do the same.

  “I want you on all fours. Xander wants to suck on your tits at the same time as I do.” What?

  “That’s a wicked plan,” Xander exclaims.

  “You asked, I obliged. Don’t ever say I don’t know how to share.” Ethan and Xander laugh. I’m too shocked by the idea of having two men latching onto my breasts at the same time to even crack a smile. Just when I think they can’t make it any raunchier, they surprise me. “Come on, love. I want you on your hands and knees. I’ve been falling asleep with my hand wrapped around my cock dreaming of your tits in my mouth. It doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing.”

  “I’m in the same predicament,” Xander chimes in.

  I kick off my shoes and unfasten the button before lowering the zipper of my jeans. I want to be as comfortable as possible. Cautiously I position myself as I’ve been told. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to this. Trust me, I am. I’m not sure I can handle it. Just like everything with them, I fear I may not recover once they push me over the edge.