I’m feeling the love, feeling the need, feeling the bloom in my heart.
It really is amazing. And I don’t want it ever to end.
CHAPTER TWENTY
All three of us are all sexed out by the time dawn breaks. Nothing but a loving tangle of limbs in the huge hotel suite bed. My pussy and ass are aching with the kind of pain that makes my soul soar as Heath gets up and makes us a coffee.
I watch him as he stirs our black Americanos and adds two sugars to mine. His ripped back, his long glossy cascade of hair, black and sweaty after a night of action. His ass perfectly toned, with dips just above his ass cheeks.
As much as I’m grateful for the caffeine, I hate it when he hands my mug over and takes a robe from the wardrobe and wraps himself up.
Our proposal is coming to end.
The night is done, and the day is looming.
I want to stay locked away in this suite for ever, the three of us savouring each other’s company as well as each other’s bodies. I want to laugh with Heath, chat with him, chill out in the blazing sun with him like we did in Cannes. I want all three of us to be able to skip around Maidstone together like regular people, checking out the sights. Chain stores, or eerie little churches, thecontext wouldn’t matter, just so long as the three of us were free to be ourselves.
One of us has to bring up the topic at some point.What happens next?Where do we go from here?
It’s Heath whose expression changes, turning serious as he clears his throat and takes a seat at the table by the window.
“Come, sit, join me,” he says, and Josh and I do so gladly, coffee mugs still full as we place them on the table and grab complimentary hotel robes.
“Let’s get it out there,” Heath starts. “I’m not willing to go anywhere near that long before I see you both again. I don’t want any moredeclinescoming my way. Don’t even think about it. I want the very opposite.”
I get another whip of guilt. The last thing I’d ever want to do would be to push him away. Not in a billion years. But Josh and I spoke about this. We chewed this situation out between us before we came.
Back to normal.That’s what we both agreed would be the best thing to happen. But what doesback to normallook like anymore? I have no fucking idea. Not really.
Being in this hotel suite for just one single night has spun things out and ramped them up. The rush of emotions has twisted me up inside, so I look to Josh, the ever-loving boyfriend, for the answer. He’s the level headed one. The rational one. The strong willed rock of a man, with everyone’s best interests at heart.
“We aren’t going to decline any more proposals,” Josh tells Heath. “We just need to be careful now. Really careful. If word got out about you…”
“So, you meanIneed to be careful.” Heath groans as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Stop this crap now, Josh. My decisions are mine to make, not yours.”
Josh’s eyes lock on Heath’s, holding strong.
“Yes, they are, but those decisions affect all of us, not just you.”
Heath shoves his coffee mug away from him.
“Is that some kind of code forpiss offand book in another slot like any other client? Just like nothing ever happened?”
“There is nopiss offabout anything when it comes to us and you,” Josh says. “There never would be.”
“That’s not exactly how it’s been coming across of late.”
The two men face off. The tension thrums in the air.
“Sorry,” Heath says. “We’ve been through this enough. I’m just fucked off by the whole sorry lot of it.”
“Ditto,” Josh replies, and I nod.
“Same,” I say. “It’s shit. Absolutely shit.”
Heath sighs.
“So, what do we do?”
