Another round of wrestling ensues and it’s Josh who sits on top this time. Heath writhes under him, but Josh is used to playing rough. He crushes Heath’s thighs together in a snake grip.
“I did it because I love you, and I’d do it again. You need to accept that, or we’re all in line to be shafted if another crisis hits.”
“I’m not going to accept it! No fucking way!”
“What’s the alternative? You’re Heath fucking Mason. The idol of millions. You really want to risk getting associated with a pair of high-class hookers? Seriously? And if you did, what good would that do us? It didn’t do Ella any good to have the cameras fucking flashing in her face, I promise you that.”
Josh is talking with such strength. His rationale is far more solid than I could have managed, and I admire him for it. I love him for it.
I adore him, heart and soul.
And I adore Heath for battling him.
Heath stops writhing. He curses under his breath, still firmly in Josh’s grip as the words sink in.
“It was hell,” Heath says.
“Yes, it was,” Josh replies. “For all of us. Which is why it can’t happen again.”
“And what’s your answer to that, oh wise one?” Heath asks. “What does the operational meteorologist have in store as the grand solution?”
“The same as always,” Josh says, and moves his hips, teasing Heath’s cock through his trousers, belt still half undone.
“Fuck you,” Heath says, and Josh smirks.
“Yes, please. Fuck me all you like. Get it out of your system.”
“If you think I was rough a minute ago, you have another think coming.”
“Fine by me. Come here, Ells,” Josh says, flashing me a glance over his shoulder. “Let’s have a taste ofthe same as always, Heathy baby, and get the tension out. I don’t know about you, but it’s a dish I’ve been craving for months.”
“You mean we fuck our way out of it? Great stuff, Josh. Great start.”
Heath is full of sarcasm, but he’s buckling. His body relaxes under Josh.
“Bastard,” he says. “You know I can’t resist you.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual. And yes, it is a great start.”
Josh’s eyes are so fierce on Heath’s, the tension so alive, I can feel it. But it’s changing, morphing. The electric is rising off the charts.
I kick off my stilettos as I walk to the bed in silence.
The same as always.
I get exactly what Josh means. It’s so natural to climb up beside them and run my hand down Heath’s chest. The beautiful familiarity makes my soul sing.
The same as always isus. Asus. Like now. Here. In the moment. Together.
Loving each other alongside the filth.
I’m so desperate forthe same as alwaysthat I’m starving, and it’s a dish we’ll savour together.
Heath doesn’t need any more convincing by the time my hand reaches his belt. He pulls me close, locking me in a gaze that makes my heart sing through the pain.
“I’ve missed you so badly, my beautiful curva. My sweet curva. My dirty angel curva, with your dirty angel smile.”
“I’m back now, don’t worry,” I tell him, and land my lips on his.
