Holly's Intuition (8 page)

An aftershock went through her.

She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn and felt how much Joshua hated that his hands shook as he rol ed it on. Fil ed with pent-up need, he was taut as a bow at their side, his bal s high and primed to spil .

Hol y swal owed, hard, took a deep breath and braced herself.

Stewart had barely withdrawn and Joshua was there ready to take her from him. Hol y felt a rush of departure, then she was fil ed again. Joshua swore under his breath when her rhythmic movements sucked his cock deep inside.

“Oh, Josh,” she whispered. Delirious with pleasure, she was swept along on a tide of sensation.

He looked down at her with undisguised rapture, the lamplight casting light and shadow across his profile. Then he lay close over her, his arms enveloping her head, his mouth raining kisses on her face while his hips moved fast and deep against hers.

“Feels so good,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion.

She felt how much he rued the fact that he was going to come quickly, but he couldn’t hold back. As he got close to his plateau he said her name over and over, and his hands moved down and around her bottom. He lifted her against him and ground harder stil . His pelvis against her clit and folds massaged her to bliss and back while her cervix throbbed wildly on each point of contact, sensitised to the max.

It kept her right there on a wave of bliss, multiple orgasms leaving her pelvis awash with heat and moisture. Then his cock stil ed, then jerked repeatedly, and for several long moments there was ecstasy, and nothing else. Hol y rol ed with it, echoes of the multiple orgasms stil rippling inside her, and when she final y came down to earth, it was the adoring kisses of both men that drew her back.

When Hol y surfaced from sleep, it was in a bed warmed from lovemaking and slumber, her body enclosed by the two men who had taken her to ecstasy and beyond. Was it a dream? Stirring, she opened her eyes to the sight of Stewart propped on one elbow, looking down at her intently.
Not a
dream
.

It was morning, and the bedroom they occupied was brightening with light from a gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet. Stewart’s mouth lifted at one corner when he saw she was awake. It made her body flicker into life, rapidly. She went to greet him but he put his finger to her lips and shook his head. Nodding over her shoulder, he indicated that Joshua was stil asleep.

Hol y listened and heard the sound of his deep, regular breathing at her back.

She blinked her acknowledgement of Stewart’s message. His eyes glinted and he smiled as he ran his fingertips over her lips. Immediately, her body kindled in response. Waking with his naked body pressed so close against hers and Joshua on her other side made her senses swim. Images and sensations from the night before flashed through her mind, and she looked deep into Stewart’s eyes.

She was wil ing to bet that he was thinking about the night before as wel .

When he lifted his fingers, it was to replace them with his mouth. The kiss was gentle, exploratory, but also possessive, and he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of her lips. The action made her core flutter expectantly. She wanted him. She wanted them both—her body eager for more of the passionate exploration the three of them had shared the night before. Her head tipped back and her lips parted, inviting him closer stil . His tongue stroked over hers, and that made her want to wrap around him, completely.

When he eventual y drew back, there was a serious expression in his eyes. “He’l be a mess,” he whispered, “when he stops to think about it.”

She nodded, and the knot of concern that she carried for Joshua got a bit bigger.

Stewart observed her silently, while he trailed his fingers over her neck and down as far as the curve of her waist and hip. It was gently inquisitive.

She cupped her hand around his shoulder, taking physical comfort from his sheer size and strength. There was something so comforting about lying there in his embrace. His body—so fit and strong—suggested security to her. The world wasn’t as simple as that, of course, but she al owed herself the moment to bask in his male strength and beauty, with the sound of Joshua’s stable breathing at her back reassuring her everything would be al right.

Deep down she knew that this only complicated matters for Joshua. Even as she had fal en asleep in the early hours, resting between them in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, she knew that the doubts were already crowding in on him. She also knew that he’d wanted it, wanted the three of them to make love, and he’d accepted that and al of its complications. Dealing with the fal out was what he wasn’t sure about. Then again, neither was she. Guilt weighed heavily on her. Had she led the situation? Had she influenced it and come between two lovers who were already struggling to come to terms with their situation without her becoming involved?

Meeting Stewart’s gaze, she braced herself. “Perhaps I should leave before he wakes,” she whispered, “and give you two some space?”

“No, that would be wrong. Besides, I don’t want you to.” Again he kissed her, and the passion in it made her wish the setup was different, that the three of them were in a private space, not in Joshua’s family home, where Stewart wasn’t even supposed to be in the room. She was the interloper here.

“Thank you,” she whispered, as they drew apart.

Stewart shook his head.
Thank you
, he mouthed.

His gaze drifted over her naked torso. She didn’t need a psychic link to be sure of this man’s desires and motives. He put Joshua first, of course, but he was attracted to her and he obviously had no regrets.

“We’l muddle through the goodbyes then take it from there.” He glanced over her shoulder at his slumbering lover. “Josh tends to get subdued at first, when something is on his mind.”

“On the outside, maybe.” She made the comment without thinking, and Stewart looked at her quizzical y.

Before she had a chance to respond, Joshua stirred at her back. Her last comment had woken him. She tensed, but Stewart immediately took control, reaching across to put his hand on Joshua’s chest, with her trapped between them.

“Good morning, Stud. It’s about time you rejoined us.” His tone was light and teasing, and Hol y tried to take the same attitude, smiling at Joshua fondly as he awoke. Her senses were, however, honed for his reaction to the situation—the morning after the night before and al its repercussions.

Recognition flared in his eyes.

Before he had a chance to say anything, Stewart continued. “So how do you feel, waking up with both a man and a woman in your bed. First time, right?”

Hol y wondered if that statement wasn’t a bit too provocative, but what she got from Joshua informed her that he’d quickly morphed from startled to aroused when he looked at the pair of them.

He broke into a grin and nodded. “It’s damn hot.”

Stewart moved closer against her side, reaching for Joshua’s growing erection, which he stroked. Joshua’s eyes flickered and narrowed, his mouth opening in a silent curse.

One glance assured her that he was quickly growing harder stil in Stewart’s grip.

Hol y could scarcely breathe. The intense pleasure of having a naked male body either side of hers carried her. When she felt Stewart’s erection growing against her hip, her pussy grew slick. The weight of Stewart’s arm across her body was incredibly arousing. He had her trapped there. The erotic tension swel ed in the atmosphere, made tangible by their three-way dynamic. From under lowered eyelids she watched as Stewart’s hand wrapped around the girth of Joshua’s rigid cock.

Joshua arched under his bold touch, pushing back into his pil ow.

“What would you like for early morning starters?” Stewart asked in a suggestive voice. “To be straddled by our beautiful companion, perhaps?”

The bedroom felt too smal to contain them.

Joshua’s hands fisted at his sides and he groaned aloud as he gave Stewart a sidelong glance as if he could scarcely believe it.

Stewart gave a long, audible sigh. “I’d love to see that, I have to confess.”

Hol y could feel Joshua’s arousal building by the moment, and hers along with it.

“Or maybe you’d like her to kiss you, while I suck you off?”

Hol y squirmed, the suggestion making her hornier stil .

Joshua’s eyes rol ed. “Jesus, Stewart. What are you trying to do to me?”

Stewart gave a husky chuckle.

Hol y knew what he was doing—he was pushing al of them past the point of embarrassment on waking up naked in the bed with each other. It seemed like a good move, but things were about to get wildly out of hand. Her body thril ed at the idea of it.

A loud knock at the door stal ed the moment.

“Joshua, Hol y, should I bring you a cup of tea?”

It was Mrs Dawson

Joshua sat bolt upright. “Oh, shit!”

“Stay calm,” Stewart whispered.

Hol y rested her hand on his arm, trying to keep him steady. If his mother waltzed in, he would be more mortified than she would, Hol y was sure of it.

“Just say no thanks,” Stewart suggested in a low whisper. “Tel her you’re getting dressed and wil be down for breakfast in a minute. That’l fix it.”

Joshua climbed out of the bed and strode towards the door. “We’l be down to breakfast in a minute, just getting dressed. Thanks anyway.”

“Okay love, kettle’s on.”

Hol y’s heart sank. Dismay swel ed from Joshua. He stood barring the door for some time, one hand up against it. Mrs Dawson had long since gone.

“For a moment there, I thought we’d got him to relax,” Stewart whispered.

“We did,” she replied, but sadly that moment had gone.

He gave her a subtle nod. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

* * * *

The Dawson family breakfast passed by in a mess of sidestepping awkwardness, much as it had the evening before, but without the alcohol to ease the discomfort. The only mercy was that everybody was on the go and breakfast was eaten on the hoof.

Hol y thanked the heavens that breakfast at the Dawsons’ wasn’t a formal affair. Crammed into the busy kitchen, she found herself standing next to Donna, the bride-to-be, sharing a plate stacked high with toast.

“It was great to meet you,” Donna said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t have more chance to chat last night.”

Guilt stole into Hol y’s heart. She had no right to be here, it was an error. Now Donna wanted to get to know her. Even though she had clarified their status as friends, Donna obviously thought Hol y was an important new fixture in her brother’s life. Meanwhile Hol y thought she should back off and leave the two men alone. Joshua’s reaction when his mother had almost walked in on them had made her fret. The complications of her connection with Joshua were snowbal ing, and things were fast getting out of control. Donna was so close to her wedding. She had enough to think about right now. No wonder Joshua didn’t want to introduce the subject of his sexuality. Everything was becoming crystal clear for Hol y.

“I know you’re busy, and you have a lot of people to talk to.”

“You have to come to the wedding,” Donna said as she reached for another piece of toast. “Mum invited you, right?”

Hol y shook her head. “No, that would be wrong, please don’t feel that you have to squeeze me in.”

“Real y, there’s plenty of room. A couple of family members have had to cry off. We have two places free, and we can’t cancel them now. It makes sense for you and Joshua’s flatmate to take them. Please.” Donna gave her a sunny smile and it was so reminiscent of Joshua’s that it made her feel even worse.

How quickly this was getting away from her. She glanced across at Joshua, who was animatedly chatting to his brother Kyle in the hal way. But Joshua’s dad had overheard the conversation with Donna and he joined them.

“Believe me, we’ve paid enough for those two places. Make an old man happy and fil the seats.” He beamed at her.

Hol y mustered a weak smile. Thankful y they seemed to take that as an acknowledgement and let her be. It would be churlish and almost cruel to deny them, and yet she knew it was wrong, it was stacking up trouble. How would Joshua and Stewart feel about it? She made it a priority to find out.

Joshua had them saying their goodbyes and on their way inside forty minutes of emerging from the bedroom, which was pretty good going. The mutual relief the three of them felt at getting away without tripping themselves up meant that their journey back home was fil ed with good humour, to begin with.

“Your face, when your mother knocked on the door,” Stewart commented, nodding his head at Joshua. “And I’ve never seen a stiffy vanish so quickly.”

“Fuck you,” Joshua replied, but he was laughing. He glanced into the back seat, where Hol y was sitting.

She leant forward and put her hand on his shoulder. “Just be grateful she didn’t knock at the door a minute or two later.”

She hadn’t meant it to sound quite so suggestive, but that’s the way he took it.

He looked at her with desire in his eyes, but his laughter faded. He sighed, then nodded.

She forced herself to bring up the subject of the wedding. “I’m real y sorry, but Donna and your dad reiterated the wedding invite this morning, and they’ve more or less insisted that Stewart and I fil those places.”

Stewart swerved the car rather rapidly as if he’d been distracted. He swore beneath his breath, but didn’t comment otherwise. She noticed that he glanced at Joshua, however.

“I didn’t say yes or no,” she added quickly, “so just give my excuses and say I had something prearranged.”

Joshua turned to her once more, and although his expression was troubled and his mood was heavy with mixed emotions, he smiled at her fondly.

“You are a generous woman, and I appreciate that. Don’t worry, I’l deal with it, you won’t have to go. I’l explain the situation to my parents tomorrow.”

Silence descended. Hol y sat back in her seat. He real y thought she didn’t appreciate the invitation. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go to Donna’s wedding. In fact she had taken to the Dawson family, inevitably. She didn’t, however, want to make Joshua’s situation any worse than it already was.

When they emerged from Stewart’s car, back at the flats, Joshua stood by uneasily. “Would you like to come to our place for coffee?”

Hol y sensed that he did want her to, but felt awkward because he didn’t know what to say. Regret swamped her once more. She shook her head.

“Thanks, but I’m due at my sister’s place today, so I’l catch you another time.”

It was partly the truth. Mostly she wanted to give them al some space.

Without giving him a chance to respond she kissed him on the cheek then left, with a casual wave in Stewart’s direction. Her gut instinct was to keep it light, but deep inside her something completely opposite was taking hold, something heavy and chaotic, and it had lodged itself there. Lust, doubt, guilt and—most of al —growing affection for them both.

As she hurried away from them it occurred to her that she’d been barrel ing along with the situation because of her psychic link, and now the consequences of her actions were beginning to form.
I should have said no to dinner, no to the party and no to the sex.