Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SATURDAY
Tonight, there will be no proposal.
Just us. Making love.
W ow, ok. Not what I was expecting.
The proposal takes me aback. And I want to be sure… I need to be sure…
This is another one of Heath’s freshly drawn up revisions. Different kind of pen and paper, like the one last night. I hold it in my hands, re-reading his cursive handwriting, fascinated by the sentiment in his words.
Just us. Making love.
I pass the piece of paper to Josh so he can see Heath’s scrawl for himself.
“No proposal? Really?” I ask our client.
“No, no proposal. Not tonight.”
“There were seven envelopes originally, and this one definitely wasn’t amongst the stack you were holding up on night one.”
“That’s correct. It wasn’t.”
I get a flash of guilt.
“Are you sure this is what you want? If you’re trying to go gentle with me because I got upset earlier, you don’t need to. I’m ok now. I’m fine, I promise.”
The look in Heath’s eyes knocks me back, the pale blue of his irises so raw.
“I’m positive it’s what I want. I’ve never been so sure of a proposal in my life.”
Josh is silent as he holds the paper. It’s not like him to be lost for words, but he doesn’t speak, just nods. Slowly.
He must be feeling the sentiment, just like I am. So much power in such few words.
He folds up the proposal and puts it back in the envelope, placing it between the three of us on the coffee table.
I’ve performed plenty of proposals as Holly the whore by now, packed full of hardcore, or roleplay, or specific kinks and desires. But making love?
The butterflies are so fierce, they’re like palpitations.
“How about you, Ella? Are you ok with that?” Heath asks.
I feel churned up by just how much it means.
Or could mean.
Fucking hell.
“I’m more than ok with that. It’ll be amazing.”
“And you, Josh?” Heath says. “Are you ok with it?”
My stomach ties itself in glorious knots when I see the conviction in Josh’s eyes.
“Have to agree with Ells,” he says. “It sounds… incredible.”
Silence.
Heavy, beautiful silence. Like thick orange clouds on a sunset sky.
Heath’s smile breaks the tension.
“Good. But first, I have things planned. A lovely farewell surprise before my sweet curvas wave their goodbyes in the morning.”
His smirk of a smile shows the irony. Curvas… sure.
“Come,” he says. “Our meal should be arriving soon.”
“You’ve got us a takeout?” Josh asks as we follow our host through the villa to the dining suite.
“A tad more upmarket than a pizza delivery with a side of fries, but yes, it’s a takeout. It’s being delivered from a bistro in town. Coq au Vin, Beef Bourguignon and Sole Meunière. With some additional sides, of course. I thought we could share a platter.”
I help Josh set the dining table while Heath disappears to prepare the wine. We share a look as we lay the cutlery, and my heart bleeds for my boyfriend. Heath’s simple words have touched deep, that much is clear.
“Has he ever asked you to make love before?” I whisper, and Josh shakes his head.
“Not like that, no.”
I give him a gentle smile.
“It’s amazing,” I say. “This whole thing has been amazing.”
“I know. So amazing that things will never be the same again.”
“Would you want them to be?” My heart thumps as he lays out the last of the spoons.
“No. Would you?”
The smile is still on my face.
“No.”
Josh braces himself on the tabletop.
“I don’t know where things are gonna go from here though, Ells, seriously. What can we do? Heath’s a client. We’re hookers, bound by Agency standards. And even if we weren’t, Heath’s never going to want this in the spotlight. Not in a thousand years. Even visiting us in Belgravia would freak the fuck out of him, terrified the press would be snapping at his heels. He hates it.”
I hold up a hand, with a shhh.
“Don’t worry about it yet. We’ll figure it out. Until then, we just enjoy it. All three of us, together.”
He lets out a sigh.
“You sound more like me than I do myself.” He shakes his concerns away. “You’re right. Let’s just enjoy it. All three of us, together.”
As it should be. That’s what I want to say.
This isn’t Weston the entertainer talking to me, any more than it’s Holly the hardcorer talking to him. We’re just us. Like Heath wanted it.
Ella and Josh.
Truth be known, we’ve been Ella and Josh since we first pulled up in the driveway.
I’m glad to hear Heath’s footsteps approach from the kitchen area, as I could do with some drink to get me underway. I turn to face our host as he arrives, expecting wine bottles and glasses, but instead he has a tray of candles. Three of them. Solid white pillars, with flecks of rose petals, lined up on slate.
He places the slate on the table and lights one candle before handing the lighter to me, and it’s like a scene from Nighttime Whispers. The fated love of The Count and Polly Anna…
Bloody hell, this is getting deep.
Josh takes the lighter next and lights his.
Three flames.
Three lovers.
One night left.
I’m going to give my all to making the most of it.
“All set for a lovely meal?” Heath asks, as Josh and I stare at the flickering flames.
As if on cue, the bell sounds out from the main gate, and Heath heads off to collect our food. I wonder if Josh is going to voice anything more to me about what lies ahead or suggest how things could pan out, but he doesn’t. He seems to have pushed his trepidation aside for now – back to the usual Joshua. He has a spring in his step as he walks over to pick up the wine tray.
Jeez, Heath has gone all out with the meal choices. I’ve never tried Sole Meunière before, but it’s absolutely delicious. I munch away as we split the dishes, and the conversation flows between us like it always does. We laugh about how Heath first introduced Josh to mussels several years back, and how our vampire lover had never seen anyone so edgy with a fork in his life.
“They looked weird as fuck, to be fair,” Josh says. “I’ve had them in restaurants since, but seriously, Heath. With your wacko dining set they looked like mini demons from the Little Shop of Horrors.”
Heath pats his lips with his napkin, looking at me.
“He’s exaggerating.”
“No, I’m not! Get that dinner set out next time we’re at yours and serve them to Ella. She can be the judge.”
“He’s talking about a green cauldron serving bowl,” Heath tells me. “And they were in a broth.”
“Hiding in the depths like mini demons, yes.”
“You enjoyed them!”
“I was pretending.”
“That’s the biggest pile of crap I’ve ever heard. I can read you like a book, Josh. You loved the demonic bastards. And you fucking know it.”
Fucking hell, the spark between these two guys in the candlelight is beautiful. The way they match each other’s smiles, eyebrows so alive as they chat together. And their eyes so attentive when they bring me into the conversation along with them.
One day I only pray I know Heath as well as Josh does. I’ve only just scratched the surface, and he’s consumed me.
We have ice cream for dessert, relaxing on the terrace as the sun dips down on the horizon. I look out over the infinity pool, and remember how overwhelmed I was by Heath’s haven when we first showed up here. I never believed it would feel like home.
But home is where Heath is, as well as Josh. That’s at the heart of it.
I want some time to get ready for our ‘non-proposal’, so I let the guys know I have a surprise of my own I want to share with them. It’s one piece of evening lingerie I haven’t revealed yet, and it will fit the bill just right.
I reach Heath’s bedroom and flick on the lights, casting my eyes over the massive bed taking centre stage. I’ve never slept so well in my life as I have since I’ve been here. With its deluxe sheets and its cloudlike mattress, it’s the perfect canvas for lovemaking. It’s this spot I’ll be coaxing the guys into later.
I have my bedtime outfit stashed in my case. It’s a perfect contrast to my uber goth makeup and my long black hair. A babydoll that looks almost virginal – in pure white lace, with white satin panties, that tie up at either side with a bow.
I touch up my makeup before I get dressed, ensuring that my contouring and lashes are on point after my crying fit earlier. I want to look as fine as possible for the beautiful Heath Mason and my stunner of a boyfriend.
I tie the sides of my panties up, and rub my fingers up and down my slit through the satin. It clings nice and tightly. The cups of the babydoll work a treat to hitch my tits up, and the lace glides down my ribs, long enough to reach the top of my thighs.
It’s a strange sensation, looking at myself in the mirror and giving myself a twirl. I’m usually psyched up for a proposal laid out, not laid bare emotionally, with two men I adore.
“Hey, guys,” I say when I arrive back at the terrace, and they both twist around on their loungers.
Their expressions are a picture. Josh holds his hand up to Heath for a high five.
“That’s a new outfit,” my boyfriend says to me.
“Yes, it is. I was saving it.”
“Good choice. You look incredible.”
“Thank you.”
He knows me well enough to read how my energy has changed since disappearing into the bedroom. I’ve still got a smile on my face, yeah, but my body is needy under the lace. Craving contact. Craving sex. Craving them .
He can see it in my eyes. Just like I can see it in his.
I walk between their loungers and stand with my back to the pool, facing the pair of them. My two lovers.
It’s Heath’s lap I drop onto, trailing my fingers up Josh’s leg on the way over. Heath’s still in his blue and white shirt from earlier, and I brush my lips against his as I begin to unbutton it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ella,” he says.
“So are you.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck and holds me close as his lips press to mine. The kiss is slow, deep, sensual… his tongue savouring the taste while I free his chest from his shirt. I run my hands down his ripped abs, grinding my palms against his crotch just a touch, so I can feel the length of him, swollen proud.
I close my eyes and soak into the atmosphere.
Crazy .
Surreal .
Me and Heath Mason, in the evening sun.
Making love.
We’re not a twosome for long. I hear Josh’s lounger move, and within a moment he lands a kiss on my cheek. That’s enough of a knock at the door for Heath to turn his head and welcome him into the kiss with us. A three-way of tongues, entwined. Wet and wanting.
Josh’s pierced tongue feels amazing as it sweeps and dances…
Maybe one day Heath will follow suit and get one – just like he did with the others.
I unbutton Josh’s shirt as we kiss, and he shrugs it from his shoulders. His muscles are tighter than Heath’s but it’s a close call. I run my hands up and down their magnificent chests.
There’s a primal side to me knocking at my own internal door, wanting to be pinned and slammed and ravaged by these hot men and their rampant cocks. I’m so used to bouncing, and begging, and spilling filth from my scarlet lips that the gentle silence of the three of us makes me a tad nervous. There is no mask to hide behind, and no slut to unleash to a format. No Holly the whore, ready to grab the fix of pleasure at any cost.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Josh says, between kisses, and I’m not sure if it’s me or Heath he’s talking to, but it doesn’t make any difference. The sentiment would be the same.
“Can we go to the bedroom, guys?” I ask. “I want to be in bed with both of you, floating on cloud nine.”
“Good analogy,” Heath says, his cock like a pole as he shifts underneath me on the lounger. “Let’s go. Tonight, the bedroom is where we belong.”
The guys discard their shirts and chinos on the way through the villa – the three of us still tangled in kisses all the way as they undress. I’m fully made up in my babydoll, the white lace intact when Heath lifts me up in the bedroom to drop me on the bed.
It’s such a huge mattress that I scoot to get in the middle, and they climb up along with me, one on either side. Fuck, how I’m spoiled by their caresses. Teased by the tips of their fingers as their mouths focus on mine.
Again, my inner slut wants to beg for it, but again, I quieten the voice. Instead, I murmur, savouring every kiss and every touch, letting my inner emotions bloom. Heath kisses my neck, nipping gently, but there is no ferocity in his teeth tonight. I’m not a victim of The Count’s savagery. Josh trails his lips across my collarbone, then down… lower. His breaths are hot against my exposed cleavage, my nipples straining inside my babydoll, desperate for touch. For heat. For him .
“Such a gorgeous outfit,” he says. “It’s almost a shame to take you out of it. Almost .”
He tugs down the lace so tenderly that my bullet nipple pops free like a jack-in-the-box. He groans as he sucks it into his mouth, and so do I – the ball of his tongue piercing sending tingles right the way down to my clit. The guys ease my legs open, one thigh each, but they don’t touch my pussy, just hold me there in position. Heath pulls down the other side of my babydoll, and takes my other nipple into his mouth, and I’m sucked by the pair of them at once, holding their heads to me as I smile up at the ceiling. I run my fingers through Heath’s silky hair, and tickle the back of Josh’s neck in appreciation. I arch and squirm, riding invisible waves of need, but their hands stay on my thighs and not my pussy. Teases. I go along at the natural pace for once. I feel their cocks, hard against my sides, but I don’t reach down to touch them – just take it slowly. So, so slowly.
They feast on my tits with their horny mouths, and the pressure in me builds, my clit sparking.
“Please…” I say. “Make me come. I want to come for you.”
The two men don’t so much as undo the bows on my panties. Josh simply trails his fingers up and down my clammy slit through the satin, and presses his mouth to my ear.
“Gently,” he says. “It’s going to be such a beautiful temptation, baby. So beautiful.”
The rhythm with which he strokes my slit is so slow, it’s almost torturous. I’m delirious, high on endorphins as he brings me to the peak and then eases me off, over and over. He’s too skilled to battle with. He knows how to pull my strings far too well for that.
“Your turn,” he says to Heath, and Heath takes over – his long vampiric fingers pressing just a touch harder against my slit as he works me.
My pussy is calling out for a slamming, and I’d usually be a slut between this pair – begging to be stretched, stretched, stretched and fucking ravaged. But this is the other side of the spectrum. So soft and caring.
I revel in the sensation, looking deep into Heath’s ice-cool eyes as he brings me to the edge.
He’s never seen me like this before. Not like Josh has.
I pull my gorgeous idol in for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as he eases me over the edge and lets me come for him. And again, it’s an amazing first, coming against his fingers as he continues to kiss me.
Josh kisses Heath’s neck as the two of us play, telling us how fucking good it feels to share such highs together.
I’m still flying high when the guys pull the ribbons of my panties loose and tug the satin clear. My clit is still so tender to the touch that I flinch when Josh splays the butterfly – but he doesn’t push me for more, just gets up close and blows hot breath on the easing flame.
“I want to watch Heath make love to you,” he says, and turns to our other lover. “Heathy baby, fuck Ella nice and slow. Fuck her like you love her.”
“That won’t be hard,” Heath says, looking me in the eyes. “Since I do. I do love Ella.” He lands a kiss on Josh’s lips. “Just like I love you.”
It feels like I’ve been sucker punched with raw emotion. Love . Spoken aloud.
I’m jaw-dropped.
I’m tongue-tied.
I’m fucking speechless and I’m sure I could faint if I tried.
“Sweet Ella,” Heath says and it feels so natural when he climbs on top of me.
My pussy is aching for his cock when he eases the head in, and my lips are desperate for more of his. For more kissing. I could never get enough.
It makes my heart flutter in the most twisty of ways to make love to another man in front of my boyfriend. We’re on a three-way street where every line is now blurred and truly fucking blissful.
Heath’s barbells are a slow torment as he sinks them into me, one by one. I whimper into his kisses, and his tongue swirls match the circle of his hips as he works his way into me. A perfect tandem of sensations.
“You two look so fucking good together,” Josh says. “I love it. And I need to feel the love, too.” He bends down to kiss Heath’s ear. “Can I make love to you while you make love to my girlfriend?”
Heath nods as we kiss, and my pussy tightens around his cock.
Josh is going to fuck Heath’s ass, while Heath fucks me. Oh yes, oh fucking yes…
There is no driving in hard this time when it comes to Josh and Heath, though. No slammers, or thrusts or savagery. Heath is still fucking me deep and slow when I hear the squelch of lube behind him. Heath moans into my mouth as Josh positions himself at his rear, and his muscles tense with every pop as Josh’s cock inches its way in.
Fucking in sync comes so naturally between us, it’s like we were born for it.
Heath impales me deep and slow as I urge him on, then backs onto Josh’s invading cock every time he pulls away. I watch Josh kissing Heath’s shoulder from behind, smiling up at him as he whispers loving words into his ear, and I’m right there with them, feeling every flutter of romance myself.
We ride the waves, like the sea lapping at the shore until the tide comes in. Building and building, but revelling in every touching moment…
Because there is no doubt about it now. Not with this kind of energy in the room.
This is what Heath meant when he scrawled those words on the paper earlier. He meant this.
This is love making.
Exactly this.
And I’m so glad he fucking wrote it.
No matter what tomorrow morning brings, I’m so fucking glad he wrote it.
We come together in a perfect trio, and breathe together in the aftermath, holding each other tight. If we weren’t so pushed for time, I’d sleep in their arms all night long, but every moment is precious. I kiss the guys as they fuck each other into the night, and they kiss each other as each of them takes a turn with me.
We fuck, we suck, we kiss, and we come. But most of all, we feel .
Love. What a beautiful thing.
By the time the morning comes, we’re still a tangle of limbs and hungry kisses. I feel my soul sinking, because I don’t want to let this go.
I don’t want to catch the plane, and I don’t want to say goodbye to Heath.
I don’t want to leave the bubble of us we’ve built here, in a glorious villa in Cannes.
The clock is not kind. The minutes tick by in a flash as Josh and I pack up our belongings together, with Heath looking on. The connection is still thrumming, strong. And it only makes it harder.
When Heath disappears into the kitchen to prep some fruit salad for breakfast, I take Josh by the arm and pull him close.
“Can we ask to stay longer? Shall we ask him to come back with us? What do we do now? Are we really going to just drive away?”
Josh looks as broken by the thought as I do, but he pastes on a smile.
“I’ve been doing this for years, Ells. Leaving him behind. Cannes, with three of us involved, is a whole other league, but loving Heath and leaving Heath I’m familiar with. It’s different now, and it always will be, but we need to give it time. All of us. We have clients, and he has a production to prepare for.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that right now. I just want us here with him.”
I feel myself choking up, even though it was Josh freaking out last night, not me.
“Morning after syndrome,” my boyfriend says, and runs a thumb across my cheek.
“ Life after syndrome more like it.”
“Yeah, I get you. I’m there, too. But we need to do it, Ella. Life goes on, and Heath will be in it with us. We just need to figure out how.”
“And when, and where, and how often…”
“Yeah, many questions. But we’ll do it. He wants it as much as we do.”
I’ve no doubt whatsoever about that.
Heath has the same energy of despondency himself when we wheel our cases into the breakfast room. He has coffee and juices and a whole platter of fruit prepped, and a glowing smile on his face, but there is more to it than that.
I guess that once the connection of soul energy has been tapped into, the instincts won’t be ignored. And mine are fucking screaming.
“I’ll miss you,” he says, like it needs pointing out.
“No shit,” I reply. “We’ll be missing you like hell until we see you next.”
“Morning after syndrome doesn’t even come close,” Josh adds, and the three of us toast with an orange juice, trying our best to keep our humour as we eat our breakfast.
“You’d better have these back,” Heath says, and returns our passports and phones from the security safe. My God, it feels so long ago that we handed them over.
I stare at my blank handset. I’ve become so used to being disconnected from the world.
Heath checks the time.
“Your cab will be here soon, so you should probably get out there. We should say our goodbyes in here. You know, because of…”
“Privacy, yeah, I know,” I say for him.
“Privacy at all costs, yeah, cool,” Josh says. “Come here.”
He pulls the two of us into his arms, and it’s a warmth I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to break away, and I don’t want to say goodbye, and I don’t want to be waiting outside like two random tourists when a cab pulls up to whisk us away, but what will be will be.
We kiss in a long, desperate whirlwind – once, twice, three times on the way to the front door, kisses and goodbyes and see you soons and… love you!
And then the door is closed behind us.
Josh and I don’t bother speaking. We’re just standing alone in the morning heat together when the driveway gates open and the cab rolls in. We load our stuff into the back, trying to act like things are normal and dandy, even though my ribs feel speared with the loss at what, or rather, who , we are leaving behind.
I figure we’ve got this. Deep breaths. Pasted on smiles. Everything under control.
No big deal, no big deal, no big deal…
“We’ll be seeing him again soon, baby,” Josh whispers, right into my ear. “Real soon. As soon as we can. We’ll make it work, and we’ll keep it under wraps. We’ll make it happen. Somehow.”
I nod, mute as I slide into the backseat. I get a stabbing pain in my gut when the taxi pulls away, because here we are, on our way back to the airport. Our Naughty Week is over, and our lover has been left behind.
I can’t help the silent tears that fall from my eyes. I wipe them away with swats of my hand so the driver doesn’t see them, and I don’t look at Josh. I can’t.
I know he’s battling with tears of his own.