Unwrapping Holly - A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance, page 12
“Do you need a break?”
I shook my head and kissed them some more. I wanted every moment. Every shining, forbidden second of what was happening between the three of us. In the back of my mind, the looming fear that this might be it. That somehow this night was one in a million — a perfect alignment of all the right planets.
The selfish worry that it might never happen again.
Donovan finished first. It happened while Brody was kissing me; my eyes flared wide as I felt him go off, pumping my hot, silky channel full of his seed. My other lover watched, spellbound, as my personal trainer pushed all the way into me one final time. He held himself there, groaning with pleasure, his arms and chest shaking as he emptied himself completely.
“My turn,” Brody smiled, planting one last kiss on my forehead.
He flipped me over, planting his hands on my lower back. Then he pushed all the way inside in a single, well-lubricated stroke.
“Jesus Christ.”
All the air left my lungs as Brody pushed me into the bed. The weight of his body was delicious as he crushed me from above, sliding in and out of me, my asscheeks clenched tightly beneath his roaming hands.
Wow…
My brain flooded again, this time with the sweet, nectar-like exhilaration of being so thoroughly dominated. Donovan had moved to the other side of the bed. He was holding my arms out, pinning both my wrists beneath one strong hand. Holding me in place as Brody pistoned in and out of me…
I’m… I’m going to come again…
I squeezed down hard, fighting it for as long as I could. Trying to ride out that penultimate moment, that frenzied few seconds just before release when everything was lust and heat and fire…
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
I screamed into the bed, my own breath hot against my face. Then I heard it as well as felt it — the wet, frothy sounds of my pussy being pumped with a second load of cream. Brody cried out as he came, growling something that sounded like a stream of semi-coherent curse words. His cock thumped and pulsed inside me. His hands curled into claws, digging deeply into the two supple globes of my ass.
“Easy bro…”
My sexy classmate’s fingers relaxed a bit at Donovan’s warning. He kept on coming though. Kept pushing and grinding and shooting the last of himself, somewhere deep in my womb.
By the time he collapsed beside me, my own orgasm was winding down. I was breathless, desperate for oxygen. I rolled onto my side like a wounded athlete, gasping with euphoria instead of pain. I was hot. Sweaty. Totally satiated.
The entire room reeked like sex…
“Well shit,” Donovan laughed, sinking back to the bed. “We just broke about half of our rules.”
Brody was still catching his breath. He mopped his dirty-blond hair back with a smirk. “Hey, you started it.”
“She started it,” Donovan countered, jabbing a thumb my way. “Inviting us both over at once.”
“Not on purpose…” I breathed. “But I don’t mind telling you right now,” I smiled at the ceiling. “I don’t regret it.”
We sat together for a moment, recovering as one. Reflecting on what we’d just done with a long but enjoyable span of silence.
“So who’s gonna do it?” asked Brody.
Donovan and I turned to him simultaneously. “Do what?”
“Well somebody’s gotta tell Lincoln,” my classmate grinned, “that the rules have changed.”
Twenty-Eight
HOLLY
“See this right here?” I pointed. “These are dividend payments. They’re made directly to three different accounts, here, here, and here…”
Lincoln adjusted his glasses as he stared down at the financial statement. He was one of those guys who looked good in glasses. Like really, really good.
“The highlighted ones?” he asked. “What are they for?”
“Good question.”
The anomalies I’d highlighted in yellow had come from a balance sheet summary. It had taken me three hours of digging through his files to find the document, which was in the wrong place to begin with. Three hours and just as many cups of coffee.
“So… does this explain the missing money?”
“Part of it,” I replied. “Maybe all of it, if we go back far enough. This should be accounted for on your statement of changes in equity, though. Only right now, that’s the one piece that’s still missing.”
Lincoln’s mouth twisted strangely. He looked thoughtful, confused… and maybe something else, too. All at once.
“When does she come in?” I asked.
“Eight thirty.”
“Then I’d better get out of here now,” I said, glancing at an expensive-looking wall clock. “If you don’t want her to see me.”
It had been Lincoln’s idea, to come in early and scour the records. He didn’t want to alarm Kathy though, or upset her needlessly. His CFO was very sensitive about the way she kept the books. And she’d been working for him ever since he’d started the company.
“I owe you one, you know,” he smiled. Reaching out, he pulled me against his body.
“I know,” I smirked. “And I’ll see that you pay up.”
His hands slid to my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. “I bet you will.”
I sighed into his mouth as he kissed me, feeling my resolve melt away. I’d wanted to talk to him. I’d spent all morning trying to figure out how to word things, how to say exactly what I needed to say. But it was too late now. His office would be filling with people soon — project managers, sales associates, executive assistants… and of course, Kathy.
“Listen,” I said, breaking our kiss. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Is is it something good?”
Oh boy. Is it ever.
“Sort of. Maybe.” I hooked a finger into my mouth and chewed on it — my one big nervous habit. “I… I don’t know.”
“Then just say it,” Lincoln smiled. “You can tell me anything, you know. We have personal shopper-client privilege.”
It was a funny joke. On any other day I would’ve laughed musically.
“Holly, just tell me.”
I swallowed, the bitter taste of bad coffee still in my mouth. He needed better coffee, that was for sure. And a better coffee maker. I added a mental note to my Christmas list, as Lincoln stood there staring back at me.
But now I was fucked.
“I…” Shit, how to tell him? How exactly do you break like this? “I.. Uh…”
“Holly, the guys told me.”
It was a splash of freezing water to the face. I felt as if I’d been knocked back six feet.
“W—What?” I stammered. “How…”
“I grabbed lunch with them yesterday. They said they wanted to come clean about something, to talk about the rules. Then they told me what happened at your apartment. How things… progressed.”
My heart was in my throat as I studied his expression. Is he angry? He sure didn’t seem like it. Is he jealous? Disappointed?
“Are you upset?”
Lincoln folded his arms. He took his glasses off. “Want me to be honest?”
“Of course I do.”
His hand slid upward, then back down again. It was inside my jeans now. Cupping the bare flesh of my thong-covered ass.
“I thought it sounded pretty fucking hot.”
I lost my breath for a moment as he squeezed gently. I could feel his long fingers, curling their way between my legs. Inching into the snug warmth of my thigh gap.
“They told me everything, Holly,” said Lincoln. “Everything.”
His expression was one I’d seen before, but only in the bedroom. Only when he was buried inside me, or when I was blowing him. His look was… rapturous.
“I—It didn’t make you jealous?”
“If it made me jealous at all, it’s only because I wish I’d been there.” Lincoln leaned in, his breath suddenly hot on my shoulder. His hands were moving, curling, slowly manipulating me. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.
Oh… oh wow…
“Did you enjoy it?” he whispered into my ear.
I stood there backed up against his desk, totally speechless. The desk where he’d taken me for the first time. The desk where he’d fucked me. Where he’d put his come all over my body…
Ever so slowly, I nodded.
“Good,” Lincoln murmured, nuzzling my neck. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
Holy shit…
“Because next time, Holly? When we’re all together?”
He pulled back from me. Just enough to look directly into my eyes.
“Next time it might be all four of us.”
Twenty-Nine
HOLLY
I walked into work on shaky legs, and not because I’d been up since four o’clock looking at financial statements. Even after Lincoln had his driver graciously drop me off, I was still trembling from our conversation in his office.
‘Thanks, Ulrich.”
The driver smiled and tipped his hat as I emerged from the car. He waved a friendly goodbye before climbing back into the vehicle and speeding off.
Somehow I was able to make it to the elevators on my own.
All four of us together…
Lincoln’s words had spiked all new levels of adrenaline in my body. I felt like I did as a teenager, waiting in line for a thrill ride. Feeling my stomach drop out from under me as I glanced upward and saw what I was about to do.
It was still insane to me, how Lincoln’s reaction had been the complete opposite of what I expected. He’d been thrilled instead of angry. Actually turned on, instead of turned off. Any jealousy he felt was only the left out kind. And that could be easily remedied…
Damn, Holly. Is that what you want?
I’d thought about it a lot since it happened, and even more on the ride over. And yes, it was exactly what I wanted.
Holy shit…
I felt like the proverbial flood gates had been opened. As if, try as the four of us might, it was going to be impossible to put the genie back in the bottle.
And I didn’t want the genie back in the bottle.
Before I left his office, Lincoln had pointed out a few logistics of his own, too. Setting aside the sexual benefits of sharing me as one, it opened up all new avenues as far as seeing each other was concerned. No longer did we need to pick and schedule individual days. My boyfriends could double-date me. Triple-date me, if they really wanted to.
The very thought made my stomach do another somersault.
“I have a little place,” he’d said, “back in Maine. A vacation chalet I’ve wanted to take you away to, but school was always in the way.” He kissed me hotly one last time, on the way out the door. “Now that your finals are over, maybe the two of us could go. Or maybe we could all go,” he winked. “We’ll have to see.”
Right now I was standing before the garage elevators, still reeling from a thousand less-intrusive thoughts. Christmas was less than a week away, and though I was almost caught up with my shopping clients, I still had plenty to do. On a personal level, I’d been neglecting my family. My mother had called and left two messages. My brother had emailed me, asking my opinion on something.
Slow down, Holly!
I still had to RSVP for the company’s holiday party. Jocelyn wanted to meet for drinks. And on top of everything, I had a date with Brody tonight. Suddenly I had to wonder if he’d actually come solo. Or if he’d bring Donovan. Or Lincoln. Or even—
My attention was diverted by my peripheral vision. Off to my left, my car drove by again. Same driver, same blonde hair, same ponytail. Patricia, I’d learned her name was. Hey, I didn’t begrudge her. Except for the fact the bitch was driving my car, she actually seemed pretty nice.
This time my hand went over my mouth as I realized something was different.
“My car!”
The whole front of my cherished little hatchback was smashed in! One of the headlights was missing. Half the bumper was hanging off. The lower part of the hood was crumpled…
Patricia Ponytail sped up the ramp without even looking my way. My car disappeared once again from view, leaving me feeling sick and disappointed.
Awwww… My car…
I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut, seeing my treasured vehicle like that. We’d shared hundreds of City miles together! But in a strange sort of way, I also felt vindicated.
Malcolm!
I could only imagine my ex-boyfriend’s face! The things he’d say! How high his voice would climb through the octaves when he saw what happened, if he hadn’t already.
Then again, he could’ve turned in the lease by now. He should’ve turned in the lease by now…
“Eat shit Malcolm,” I smiled, as the elevator doors opened behind me.
Thirty
BRODY
“Oh I’m telling you, it exists.”
Holly was slapping me in the arm every time I teased her. Somehow, though I maintained my stoic expression. I’d kept from laughing, even in the face of grave, boyfriend-slapping danger.
“There is not a museum of sex,” she admonished me.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
“And how long have you been here in New York?”
She rolled her eyes skyward for a moment, as if the answer were up there. “Two years. Going on three.”
“Then you’re lying,” I said. “Or you’re crazy. Or you’re blind. But there’s no way I believe you haven’t gone there yet.” I looked her up and down. “Especially someone as sexy as you.”
I sipped at my straw, until there was nothing left in my cup but ice. We were already full of pizza. Joe’s pizza. The best pizza.
“Not only is there a museum of sex,” I informed her, “but they have a bounce house made out of inflatable breasts.”
Holly let out a short bust of mocking laughter. “The fuck they do.”
I stopped walking mid-stride. The people on the sidewalk behind us were forced to adjust their course, moving around us on both sides.
“Wanna bet?”
Her blue-green eyes narrowed. She regarded me carefully. “Sure. I’ll bet whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” An instant smile split my face. “You sure about that?”
“Yup,” she said. “You take me to a museum of sex — and I mean a real museum, not just your bedroom,” she laughed, “and yes. I’ll do anything you want.”
She drew out the word ‘anything’, and even added a wink. But it was a wink of confidence. A wink that told me she knew I was kidding around.
Not that I actually was, of course.
“Alright then,” I shrugged, extending my hand. “Let’s go. But hey, just remember… you were the one who made the bet.”
A few blocks later we stood on the corner of 5th Avenue and East 27th street. I pointed with one arm, and Holly’s mouth dropped open comically wide.
“OH MY GOD.”
The Museum of Sex took up the whole corner, its steel-cut sign stating exactly what it was. I had to pull Holly across the street as the pedestrian light blinked, she was that stunned.
“Remember,” I smirked back at her. “Anything.”
We approached the entrance, and I nodded toward sign. In black and white, behind frosted glass, a simple set of instructions has been written:
Please do not touch,
lick, stroke, or mount
the exhibits.
“Holy shit,” Holly breathed. “What’s in there?”
“Not sure. I’ve never been.”
She turned to me incredulously. “So you were lying about the breast bounce house?”
I chuckled. “Sadly, no. I’ve seen photos of it.”
I paid our admissions and we worked our way inside. For the next hour or more we were entertained by exhibits that ranged from informative, to fanciful, to outright raunchy. We read about the history of sex, the stigma attached to it. There were entire sections dedicated to all things taboo, including BDSM. I couldn’t help but notice Holly taking a particular interest in that part.
“Ever been tied up like that?” I smiled over her shoulder. Some of the mannequins were really good.
She hesitated. “Not really,” she said.
“Then I’m buying rope and handcuffs at the gift shop,” I announced. When she raised an eyebrow, I shrugged. “Hey, you did say anything.”
The last section went over the evolution of sexual toys and games. Holly turned a vibrant shade of red as we passed a long array of dildos and vibrators, but it might’ve just been the lighting.
“See anything familiar?” I teased. Rather than answer, she only smirked back at me.
It turned out, of course, that the gift shop really did carry handcuffs. I bought two pairs of padded ones, while Holly pretended like she wanted nothing to do with the cash register. For someone who’d done some incredibly sexual things in private, it was cute to see her publicly shy.
By the time the museum spit us back out into the street, it was dark outside. We huddled together for a walk to my apartment, which she’d been curious to the point of killing the cat about.
“My roommates are sort of weird,” I warned.
“You said that already.”
“I know. Just… preparing you.”
My apartment was on Bleecker Street, on the outskirts of SoHo. I’d been sharing it with various students over the past two years; between that and the educational subsidies we received from the University, it was the only way I could afford to actually live in the City.
“I wish we could be alone,” I told Holly as we stepped into the elevator. “But when you live with three other people, there’s always someone ho—”
She stepped in and kissed me, causing my stomach to drop at the exact moment the elevator rose. The double-dose of vertigo sent my mind spinning. Her lips were soft and pliant as they churned slowly against mine. Her hair smelled delicious, like a watermelon jolly rancher.
