Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Book 1 - Christmas) Page 8

  I’m a bit fussy about my bedclothes, not over fussy, not enough to be cleaning up after a bonk or anything, but I don’t do food in bed. Especially not runny food like chocolate spread, but right now I didn’t care. Not that it was my bed of course, but even if it had been I don’t think I would have been saying stop anytime soon.

  I bit my lower lip as he dipped his finger in again and then traced a spiral of chocolate around my boob. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He said conversationally and repeated the exercise on the other side.

  Death by Chocolate is one thing, but this was please never let it stop by chocolate. It was the way he put it on and the way he took it off, the smoothness, the stickiness, the wet, the licking, the sucking, the smell. I swear he covered every inch of my buzzing body with his tongue, his teeth and his lips. My face was burning up and I’d run out of ooh’s and ahhs by the time his lips crushed mine briefly before he watched me watching him as he rolled the condom on.

  “I need to feel your legs wrapped round me, I love the way you lock your ankles and try and pull me in deeper.” He undid the ties on my ankles, brushed my slit briefly with his tip and then he sank slowly in and it felt like the perfect dive to the depths. Yes, waxing lyrical me, because I was so turned on that nothing felt real anymore and my muzzy head was so high in the clouds I’d forgotten what the solid earth felt like. He cradled my head with his hands and stared so deep into my eyes I was sure he was only a whisper away from being able to strip every bit of me bare inside and out, feeling naked had never felt quite like this before. I locked my legs around his trim waist, tilted my pelvis until my stomach was shaking with effort and we came, together, just like that. No stroking of my clit, no pumping, no fighting, just the release I needed so much.

  He rocked from side to side taking me with him, pushing deeper as though he was intent on sharing every last drop, every last minute and I bit my lip so hard to stop it moving that the sweet taste of blood flooded my mouth. He rubbed one finger shakily over my lips then kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, and then he reached up and snatched at the ties round my wrists so that I could wrap my arms round his strong, broad body. And I buried my nose in his neck, just where it met his shoulder and let his smell seep into me and I held him tight, tighter than I’ve ever held anyone, and fell asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  “You two are late.” Charlie was looking at us with an uneasy mixture of possession and laissez faire.

  “You been missing me, bud?” Dane cuffed him round the head affectionately and rolled over the back of the sofa to land beside him. “Nothing on TV then?” He grabbed the remote and started channel hopping. I looked at Soph who was doing her best not to giggle, then risked a brief under the eyelashes look at Charlie who seemed to be having a teeny bit of a sulk.

  “I thought you went home to pick up beer?”

  “Shit.” For a moment Dane looked almost guilty, then grinned. “In the back of the ‘rover mate, and I picked up Holls too, so win, win.” I hoped he’d stop, not say any more. I’d always thought I was vanilla, through and through. But now it seemed I had a hint of raspberry ripple. Or chocolate. Yeah chocolate, whatever that meant.

  The doorbell went and nobody moved.

  “Your door, Charles my man.” If Dane got any more relaxed I’d be worrying he’d been body swapped.

  Charlie shrugged. “Who the hell comes round on Boxing Day?”

  “You are one lazy sod at times, Dane.” Sophie kicked a foot out at him but he just dodged and so with a sigh she got up.

  “I’ll go, shall I?”

  “Good girl.” The patronizing tone earned him a clip across the head.

  It was a girl’s voice that carried across the room when Sophie opened the front door, which made us all perk up a bit. Sophie laughed as though she knew the visitor, but left her at the door. Which wasn’t like Soph at all.

  “Charlie?” It held a question and we all looked. “It’s for you.” She looked uneasy and I got the feeling that she would have liked to send the visitor away, but knew she couldn’t. Charlie got up with a grumble and Sophie sank into his seat, avoiding my eye.

  “Well?”

  She sighed and twiddled with the hem of her skirt. “Anna.” And that was it. No-one said a thing, we all stared unseeing at the TV and fell silent. I guess I wasn’t the only one who wanted to turn the sound down but that would have been too obvious for me, even for Sophie.

  Whatever it was, Charlie hadn’t sent her away, but he had wanted privacy—which he definitely wasn’t going to get easily with us lot hanging around.

  I peeked into his room, on the way to the bathroom. They stood, foreheads touching, her arms round his neck, his hands on her waist and I felt a little twinge of something. He wasn’t mine, he’d never be mine, because like Soph had said he just wasn’t right for me, and I definitely wasn’t right for him. But I still felt a twinge. And they both looked so incredibly sad, just the way they were stood, their stillness, the expressions I couldn’t quite see. The kind of sadness you can only share with someone very close, the type of sadness I’d only ever had on my own. The type of tenderness you never lose. The twinge became a lump in my throat. Enough of a lump to make me tiptoe off and wish I’d never seen.

  I knew Dane was watching me, as soon as I sat down, his steady gaze making me feel even worse inside, even though I was trying to persuade myself there was nothing to feel bad about. In the end I caved and said something.

  “I thought he said it was over? She meant nothing.”

  “Cut the man some slack, Holly.”

  “She doesn’t mean anything.” He’d crept up behind, soundless with his bare feet, ruffled my hair gently then walked round and sank onto the floor just in front of me. Which meant I couldn’t see his expression, just hear the raw catch in his voice. “Shit. Get us a beer mate, will you?”

  I’d never seen Dane just get up off his ass and get something without a word, but he did now.

  “What did she want?” It was Sophie who asked the question that I was only just able to stop spilling out of my mouth.

  “She was pregnant.”

  “Wha…?” He got three open mouths to that, but I don’t think he was bothered.

  “What do you mean she was pregnant, when?” Trust Sophie to make sure she had all the facts straight.

  “When she…” I wanted to say ‘left’ but I didn’t.

  “Fuck man, so she was seeing someone else?” Even Dane had an edge to his normal drawl.

  “Nope.” Charlie flicked open his can and let the news sink in. I think he was letting it sink in for himself as well as us. “She was shocked, so she ran off to the family villa in Tuscany.”

  “Shocked, what do you mean she was shocked? Too fucking shocked to tell you and let you have some say in it?”

  “Sophie.” Dane’s tone was sharp. “Shut it.” She glared then clamped her mouth closed though I could tell there was more she wanted to say, lots more.

  “She thought we were too young to get tied down, she said she didn’t want to put pressure on me to do the right thing and she just panicked.” His shoulders tightened. “She was thinking of having an abortion and didn’t think I’d agree and then—” he took a long swig of beer and when he spoke again his voice was softer “—she lost it and felt it was all her fault.”

  “But she’s come back now?” I had to ask.

  “She thought it only fair to tell me what had happened.”

  “Five frigging years on? She waited five years and now it’s all supposed to be fine, wiped clean?” There was a trace of scorn in Sophie’s voice and in a way I couldn’t blame her. She’d been there for Charlie when he’d been in pieces, there for him ever since like the good friend she was. But I was sure there was something else when I glanced her way, she was just too angry, and there was a sheen to her eyes that shouldn’t have been there.

  “She said she did come back, but knew I’d moved on and she hated me for it, but knew it was her
fault.”

  “What did she mean you’d moved on? What the hell did she expect that you’d just sit and weep for her?”

  Dane was glaring at Sophie, but she wasn’t going to stop. It was as though all that hurt that she’d fielded with Charlie was about to spill out. Sophie didn’t often get emotional, she was sharing and caring, the giver who always had a plan to make things right, but for the first time I saw what looked like a tiny crack.

  “I don’t know what she meant, Sophie.” Charlie’s voice was soft and his head was heavy against my leg, he sounded tired. He shrugged, his answer for everything. “Maybe that I’d left Oxford, I dunno. Anyway what does it matter now? She’s told me what she wanted to and now she’s gone.”

  “But I—” She was cut short by the jingle-jangle of her phone, set to play something loud and seasonal. “I just—” It sounded like it wasn’t going to give up and go away, but then the answer service flicked on, followed by a text. We all looked.

  “Fuck.”

  “What’s up Sophie?” I was glad that whatever it was had happened, this was all getting too hyped up and emotional for me. I don’t like scenes, leaving well alone is a lesson my mother taught me well.

  “My frigging sister has just tried to burn her house down.”

  “Really?” Her sister was a bit dippy, but no arsonist.

  “Christ knows what she’s done this time, she can’t even look after herself let alone kids. Do you know what she did yesterday?”

  We obviously didn’t. But we were going to find out. “She only decides that the hamster should have freedom seeing as its Christmas Day, so she persuades her kids—who are much more sensible than she is—to let it out of its little plastic ball and then of course she forgets and gets the vacuum out. I mean who vacs on Christmas Day anyway?”

  “She didn’t?” Charlie spoke for the first time and actually sounded horrified.

  “Well the poor little sod is being sucked across the floor, and the dog notices and makes a leap—”

  “She’s got a dog? And a hamster?” She’s got our attention now. Even Dane, who has been trying to be Mr. Cool, has the hint of a smile on his face.

  “Oh yeah, and one of the twins suddenly screams, so she whirls round not knowing why and sucks half the table cloth up. There are dishes flying, the frigging dog is licking the plates.”

  “What about the hamster?” I don’t know whether I should dare ask, but I have to.

  “Oh the hamster is fine, little Matilda has grabbed him before he has time to recover from the effects of the force. But while she’s still bleating about the sucked-up tablecloth and trying to work out how to switch the vac off before it blows up, the bloody dog starts puking.” She grins. “The sprouts probably, evil things the sprouts. And now the silly cow has tripped the fuses, everything’s gone off.”

  “But no fire?”

  “Not yet.” She sighs dramatically and stands up, grabbing her bag. “I better go, but I’m coming back to hear the rest of this Charlie and don’t you dare, don’t you dare go to her.” She stopped abruptly. “Oh fuck, oh do what the hell you have to.”

  It was quiet when she’d gone. I think we were all thinking about the hamster being slowly dragged across the room to its doom.

  “More drinks?” Charlie dragged himself to his feet and waggled his empty beer bottle about in invitation.

  “Never say no, mate.”

  I grinned and held up my empty wine glass. Poor Charlie looked knackered, steamrollered by Anna and Sophie. “I’ll bring you the bottle of red, shall I?” He ruffled my hair again, which seemed to be getting a bit of a bad habit.

  “That man needs a diversion.” Dane winked at me when I looked his way, then looked out from hooded eyes that were all sex.

  “Hey no, Dane.”

  “When you’ve been screwed the best things to do is—”

  “Get screwed again?” I just knew where he was going with this, and I was sure there was already a bigger bulge at his crotch. Not that I should be studying his crotch I suppose.

  “I was going to say climb back in the saddle. Something you know plenty about.”

  “I will assume you are talking about the fact that my crotchety mare likes to dump me in hedges?”

  “Assume what you want.” His deep throaty catch him me in the base of the stomach, like it always did, stirring something basic up.

  “What are we assuming?” Charlie was back, and settled himself on the settee next to me, his hand resting casually on my thigh as though it belonged there. Dane gave me the dirtiest leer I’d ever seen and moved to sit next to me on the other side, his hand matching Charlie’s.

  “We’re assuming that we need a bit of fun.”

  I gritted my teeth as he squeezed sending little shockwaves all the way up to the top.

  “Ah, that.” Charlie’s thumb rubbed a lazy line, up and down until my pulse started to race. He leaned forward, kissed me gently, almost chastely on my lips and I reached up instinctively, ran my fingers through his blond curls.

  “Are you okay, Charlie?” His blue eyes were looking straight back at me, clear as ever. “Fine. Distract me, Holly.”

  “You heard the man.” I hadn’t forgotten Dane, how could I when the heat of his hand was burning a path from my thigh to my pussy? But I still jumped a little as his lips came down on the back of my neck sending a little shiver through me.

  Maybe two men was one too many but I felt like I wanted them both right now, we all needed this in a strange way. We were all bringing something to party, though what we’d take away was anyone’s guess.

  “Stop thinking about it.” That damn man always seemed to read my mind. “Just enjoy it.” His warm mouth was doing things to the back of my neck which shouldn’t be possible.

  “Come here.” Charlie stood up, offered me a hand and I wondered what he was going to do. “I’m going to undress you.” He spun me round so I was facing Dane and I don’t know which was more of a turn on, feeling him against my back, his hands slowly undressing me, or seeing the look on Dane’s face as he watched, his hand rubbing over his crotch.

  He stripped my sweater slowly over my head, stood behind me looking over my shoulder with his hands cradling my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples until I gasp and tip my head back. He kisses my neck. Firm fingers skate down over my rib cage, over my stomach so that I draw in breath and clench my muscles, then, his arms still round me he undid the button of my jeans, pulled the zip down, eased them over my hips. One hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers playing against the damp crotch of my knickers and I shift my hips pushing back so that I can feel his hard cock press against me. When he stops playing with me I mewl an objection but he just laughs and then pulls my jeans right down, helping me step out of them so that I’m stood there in my Christmas undies, one man behind me, the other sat watching and I feel so horny I can’t believe myself.

  “Open your legs.” He slips his hand down the front of my panties and I’m holding my breath as he finds my wetness. “You are so fucking wet.” His cock nudges harder against my bum as his fingers curl inside me.

  “Look at me.” It’s the first thing Dane has said and I just obey instinctively. He’s undone his flies and his hand is on his hard cock, fingers wrapped round and I wish they were mine, but I can’t move, all I can do is sway as Charlie pushes his fingers deeper inside me. Dane’s dark eyes are almost black as his gaze locks with mine and I bite my bottom lip, trying to fight the way my pussy is clenching. He’s pulling at his dick in the same rhythm that the fingers inside me have and I shift my legs wider apart as Charlie rests a steadying hand on my stomach, pulling me tighter against him.

  “Harder Charlie.” I don’t need to say anything, Dane is doing it for me. “Fuck that little pussy harder.” Charlie is breathing hard in my ear as he screws his fingers deeper inside me and I’m sure he’s getting close to coming.

  “Lie on the floor, mate.” Dane still has his gaze locked with mine but he knows, and he’s
got that edge to his voice that makes Charlie do as he’s told without question. I moan as he slips his fingers out, but Dane is up on his feet, rubbing my clit with his strong fingers in a kind of mesmerizing, lulling way that hold me just there where Charlie has left me. He kisses me hard, bruising my lips, his hand behind my head stopping me from going anywhere and it feels almost like possession. “She’s one hell of a good rider.” And he’s turning me round and helping me straddle Charlie, whose cock is standing as upright as I’ve ever seen one. Slowly I lower myself on to that long elegant cock, feeling him edge millimeter by delicious millimeter inside me. He groans and grabs my hips, holding me lightly enough to guide me but not stopping me from doing what I like best. I ride Charlie like I can’t remember riding anyone before, it’s just right, so easy to keep the right pace to lift off until he almost slips out then sink down until I can feel the warmth of his body against me. His hands move up to my bouncing breasts and he squeezes as I move, and as he does Dane steps over his body so that he’s stood just in front of me and brushes the tip of his damp cock over my lips. I groan, I love the taste of Dane, that sweet stickiness that’s mingled with something that is all Dane. His hands tangle in the hair at the back of my head and he holds me steady as I let him thrust into my mouth.

  I’m not doing the riding anymore, Charlie has taken over, he’s gripping my hips to hold me still and he’s bucking his hips so that each thrust seems to take him even deeper and I’m glad because as I rest my hands on Dane’s hips and let him fuck my mouth I can’t think straight anymore, and I can’t move as my orgasm creeps nearer, as every bit of my body seems to tighten with expectation. Charlie is bucking harder, faster, his pelvis grinding against my clit until I know I’m about to explode and Dane is pumping my mouth, his cock twitching, filling and then I come. It just hits me hard, in a weird way it is almost unexpected when my whole body seems to throb and pulse and as it runs through me Charlie gives one hard buck and I can feel him filling me, and I think even my throat must tighten, around the tip of Dane’s cock because he gives a grunt that is more animal than man and comes right down my throat, so deep I can barely taste him.