Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
M y excitement ramps up to a whole other level once our feet hit the ground in Cannes. The airport is buzzing, and I feel like a kid at a fairground as I take Josh’s hand – practically bouncing along at his side to get our luggage. The warmth of the French sun bathes us in pure bliss when we step outside to find our driver waiting, holding up a Josh and Ella sign. I want to dash on over with a squeal, but Josh squeezes my hand a little tighter.
“Relax. We’re just regular holidaymakers, remember?”
I stare up at him through my sunglasses, admiring how hot he looks in his. He’s like a secret agent when it comes to anonymity, and an uber professional when it comes to playing it cool. He’s so concerned for Heath’s privacy that it radiates from him hotter than the sun.
That’s it. Of course it is. His main driving factor right now.
He’s protective of Heath.
“Relax?” I say. “Regular holidaymakers can be out of their minds with excitement, no? So come on, show you’re excited, just a little. It’ll look weirder if you’re not.”
He smiles at that, and I’ve got him. He’s buzzing just as hard as I am, he’s just got a thicker shell, and it’s actually a great thing to see. I love the protective side of Josh. I love how determined he is to protect the people close to him at all costs.
“Ok. You’re right,” he says. “Kudos to you for the rationale. Go on, Ella. Let rip. We’re happy holidaymakers, after all.”
“Let’s go!” I say, and with that I wheel my case at lightning speed towards the waiting car, giggling all the way.
Heath has kept it low key with the transport. The driver is friendly with a suave bonjour as he lugs our cases into the back, and his car is great, but it’s hardly a limo with blacked out windows. It’s just a cab, ready to take us to a flash villa that could belong to anyone.
Who cares who that anyone happens to be?
I catch sight of the sea on the way there, pointing it out to Josh with fervour.
“I love the sea,” I tell him. “It’s one of my favourite things, you know? Sandy beaches, and ocean waves. Drives me crazy.”
“Yes. I do know. And moonlight shining down as they crash.” Josh’s smirk rises on one side. “It’s amazing , I know. Just bear in mind, we might not make it there. Not this time. We might be too busy.”
“Spoilsport,” I laugh. “I hope I get to at least dip my toes.”
I’m grinning wide when our final destination comes into view up ahead. The huge gates swing open automatically and the cab pulls into the driveway, and woah… this place. Heath’s villa is nothing like the gothic paradise he’s constructed out of bricks and mortar back in London. There are no black edged windows, or gothic archways, and no dark gravel lining the driveway. This is one of those white, square, modern wonders of a construction – three storeys high with balconies and terraces on every floor. And huge windows. So many huge windows!
I raise my sunglasses and give a wow as the cab leaves and the gates close behind it, blocking the view of the road. The huge floor to ceiling windows of the villa’s second floor reflect the sun beautifully, and I just about get sight of an infinity pool, glowing pastel blue. It must look right out onto the sea, I can see it from here. And that’s not surprising, seeing as the villa itself is just a stone’s throw away from it… a few small steps from Heath’s place onto the sandy shore.
Who knows? Maybe I will get the sand under my feet. Even for just one token dash across the beach.
“This is gorgeous,” I say to Josh. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”
“Just like it’s owner.” Josh is looking around, scouting the place, but he isn’t admiring the infinity pool, or the closeness of the beach like I am, he’s scoping out the perimeter. A tall hedge lines the border, and the windows are reflective. Nobody will be staring in.
With that, I hear the front door open, and our host yells Welcome to Paradise!
My heart leaps when my eyes land on Heath, because his beauty puts the surroundings to shame. Even though he’s barefoot in a plain black t-shirt and shorts, with his hair scooped up into a messy bun, he knocks the breath right out of my lungs.
It’s Josh who steps forward first, holding out a hand before Heath pulls him in for a hug. You’d think they were long term buddies from the outside, with a hey, great to see you! But they hold each other too tightly for college friends – pressed chest to chest and swaying together just a little too long.
Then it’s my turn.
“Hello, my darling curva ,” Heath says, with a dashing smile, and my legs feel bandy as he pulls me close.
Curva is my pet name now, playing on Heath’s vamp character’s native tongue. Curva means slut, and I’ll be his darling curva any day of the week, which works just great considering I am going to be his darling curva every single day of this one.
Heath takes my case as Josh takes his, and even though this villa is a completely new environment to me, I’m feeling relaxed from the moment we step over the threshold.
Heath’s character screams loud, even though the villa is neutral cream and airy in decor. He has a few black abstract pieces of art up on the walls, sure, and a humorous black gloss voodoo doll knife block on the kitchen counter. But more than that, it’s him. He doesn’t need the decor to radiate his personality through the building, his energy does that all on its own.
“Lunchtime drinks?” he asks. “Beer and lime?”
He knows we like those.
I lean on his countertop as he gets our drinks, and we raise them in cheers for our first toast of the day.
“How was your flight?” he asks, and I blurt the truth right out.
“Josh fucked me in the toilet on the plane because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I must have looked like a weirdo starfish with my face pressed up to the window.”
Heath laughs before he wags a finger at Josh.
“One load of cum down before you even arrive? Tut tut. I hope I don’t have to chastise you for it later.”
“As if.” Josh laughs. “One load down isn’t going to hurt anyone. I’m sure Ella’s still a mess in her panties, so you can call it a warmup in your favour. Or flavour .”
The pair of them look at me and I have to giggle as I roll my eyes.
“Jeez, guys. We haven’t even unpacked yet and we’re already hot on the thought of cummy panties.”
The zing in the air is so strong, it’s crackling, and it still splits me into two fluttery halves when it comes to our extravagant client. On one hand, Heath is my celebrity crush, fast becoming a good friend of mine. I want to hug him, and fawn like a fangirl as I ask him questions about Nighttime Whispers all night long, but on the other hand, I’m already desperate for the depths of pure and utter filth we’ll be offering him. And that I know he’ll be demanding…
“Talking of unpacking, let me give you a tour of the abode,” Heath says, and I almost want to reply with a fuck no, tear my cum-stained panties off me!
“But first,” he says and holds out his hands. “I’ll need your phones and passports, please. Privacy at all costs. I’m sure you won’t ever want to oust me, but random holiday snaps could cause a whole host of problems. I’ll be putting my phone away as well.”
I don’t give it a second thought before I dig in my bag for my phone and passport, and neither does Josh. We hand them over and Heath opens a cupboard to the side of the fridge, nothing obvious, but it holds a safe inside. Good spot for one. Nobody would ever know.
He puts our belongings inside and locks up, greeting us with another broad smile – and a dirty look in his eyes.
“Since you are clients here for your break, as well as welcome guests, I’ve come up with some surprises for you. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I will.”
“Surprises?” Josh asks.
“Yes. Surprises. Dirty surprises.”
“Come on, spill the beans,” my boyfriend laughs. “Don’t be a tease. This isn’t Nighttime Whispers, ending on a cliffhanger.”
Heath shakes his head.
“All will be revealed when it’s time. But first, the tour. Let me show you your home for the week.”
Home.
Strangely, it already feels like it.
Heath is a proud man as he shows us around, room to room. The villa is deluxe and open plan in the main, but it has a separate cinema lounge where the whole damn wall is a TV screen. It would be outright perfect for some Nighttime Whispers, and some more… intimate viewings. Imagine an up-close shot of double anal on that thing. What a vision.
Heath laughs as he catches my smirk. I waggle my eyebrows and lick my lips as I point to the screen.
“Yes, yes, I know,” he says. “I’ve used this screen for plenty of filthy fun, Ella. I’m sure you’ll get the pleasure of experiencing it.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m certain you’ll get the pleasure of experiencing a whole variety of things here, so come on, let’s keep going.”
Holy shit, Heath’s terraces are absolutely phenomenal, especially the one by the infinity pool. It catches the sun like a dream, and the tall hedge below means we’ll be away from any prying eyes. He picked this spot for a reason, that much is obvious.
The three of us finish up our beers together, leaning over the railings and admiring the view of the shore.
“There’s a gate down there.” Heath points to the far corner of the gardens. “It’s security locked, but leads just across a path, down to the beach. Practically private, since we’re the last in the row.”
Josh squeezes my shoulder as I strain for a view. “Ah, so maybe you’ll get some sand between your toes after all.”
“Or sand between your legs,” Heath says. “But we shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. The paps would have a fucking field day. Maybe I’ll allow you some time out of your whoring duties to take a private stroll. It’s no bearing on me what my guests choose to get up to.”
I’d love to get naked and frolic on the beach with Josh, playing naked in the sea, but my heart drops a little at the thought Heath won’t be there to join us. For Josh as well as me. Josh would love filthy fun with all three of us down there, just us much as I would. I’m still pondering the thought when Heath claps his hands.
“On to the bedrooms,” he says, and leads us to the top floor. “There are five guest rooms to choose from, so pick whichever takes your fancy.” He pauses with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes – his vampire smirk to die for when he opens the door at the far end. “Or you can always feel free to use mine. Come take a look.”
I step past my vampire crush into his bedroom to find that it’s another cream beauty of open space, with an absolutely enormous bed, big enough for at least twenty people at once.
“Wow,” I say.
“Fucking ditto,” Josh says.
Heath laughs. “Indeed. It’s handmade, carved from solid oak. And the mattress itself is a work of art. We had to remove the windows to crane the thing in here. As you will soon discover, it’s like fucking on a cloud.”
There’s a single black piece of poured art hanging in place over the iron railed headboard, and black lamps on either side of the bed, but that’s all for goth in here. I can see into his ensuite, and the bathtub is built into the floor, so big it’s almost a mini pool. Jesus fucking Christ, what a pad.
I do a twirl as I check it out. “Umm… I think I know which room I’d prefer to hole up in, how about you, Joshua?”
Josh has his arms folded, leaning back against the wall as he grins.
“As if that’s even a question.” He looks at Heath. “I’m glad you offered. This way you’ll be prepared for our company, rather than have us gatecrash unexpectedly in the middle of the night.”
“It’s set, then?” I ask. “We’re staying in this one? All three of us?”
I still can’t believe the fact that I’m on holiday with two barbell dicked gods. I remember the excitement of being a kid going to the beach with my parents, jumping up and down with my bucket and spade in my hands. That was off the scale, but holy shit. The full whammy of the week ahead hits me.
We are in Cannes! In a luxury villa! With Heath fucking Mason!
And we’re sharing his ridiculous bed as well as his cock. Do holiday excursions ever get as exciting as this one? I doubt it.
Heath is watching me as well as Josh is. Two gorgeous guys checking me out as I dash over to the windows for another view of the sea. There it is, in sparkling brilliance. Fuck me, I’m a lucky girl.
“This is amazing,” I say. “Seriously, guys, this is absolutely amazing.” I turn to lock eyes with our client. Our host. Heath . “Thank you so much for having us.”
“You are more than welcome,” Heath says. “And as for having you, I can’t stop thinking about the cum stained panties between those gorgeous thighs.” His eyes move to his bed and then back to mine – his icy stare making me flutter. “Get up on there now, sweet curva , and show me the filthy leftovers.”