A Secret Between Us Three [COMPLETED]

8. Too Close For Comfort

ANGEL’S POV

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

His hands roam up my sides.

I need his touch. I crave his hands and they find their mark as they cup my breasts. His tongue is otherwise engaged.

I’m in euphoria.

My senses being driven to the edge.

“Please.”

“Be patient, baby.”

I tilt my head to the right to Curtis who’s slipping on protection. He climbs onto the bed and crawls over to me, slowly.

Too slow for my liking, but then his lips crash against mine and I gasp which gives him the entrance he needs to slip in his tongue. I’m being tilted and my downstairs area has been abandoned. I want to cry out from the loss of contact.

Curtis breaks the kiss and stares at me. A look of longing.

A look of lust.

Without warning he slips inside and a moan escapes my lips at the sheer size, entering me.

He pauses inside giving me time to adjust and that’s when I feel hands on my hips.

I tilt my head and Ben is behind me.

He’s all suited and ready to enter, he leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips, lining himself up and then....

I wake up with a gasp.

I’m all sweaty and it takes a while to sweep the mess of hair from my face and realise that there’s no one else here.

I’m alone.

It was only a dream and a powerful one at that because I’m incredibly wet.

I groan and head for the shower trying to cool myself down, but all I can think about was the realistic detail and sensation I got from that dream. My fingers drum over my perky n*****s and start slipping further down. I get carried away with my pleasure. Rubbing, teasing and then as I let out a huge moan I didn’t realise was inside me, I hear the distinct sound of a telephone ringing.

I dry off quickly and head to the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank God, child. I was starting to worry you had drowned yourself in the bathtub.”

I gulp at the remark but laugh it off.

“What’s wrong?”

“You better get down here, Angel.”

I can hear the serious tone in Nanna’s voice and don’t question it any further.

“Give me five minutes.”

I get changed, grab a coffee to go and wave for a taxi, outside. It’s not until I’m sat inside, driving to the studio that it suddenly dawns on me.

I can’t believe I had a wet dream about Curtis and Ben.

And even worse. I can’t believe I then pleasured myself with the memory of that dream.

I’ve officially gone mad.

Never again, I promise myself as I head to work.

There’s a huddle of people as the elevator doors open.

“Excuse me,” I say trying to make a way through them.

I finally find a clearing and see what everyone is talking about. The whole level is a mess. There’s paper and material everywhere. There’s broken glass and China scattered on the floor and the only thing missing is all the furniture. Every single chair and table is gone.

“What the hell is going on?”

Nanna sees me in the crowd and calls for me. I’m let through the barrier while the rest of the staff stay behind.

I crunch my way over debris to Nanna and an officer she’s talking to.

“Nanna, what?”

She cuts me off with her hand. “It’s no use, Angel. Apparently there is nothing to be done. The bails bond people came on behalf of your father. Apparently he bargained the furniture in the entire department for half of the debt he owes. The police can’t do anything about it.”

If I couldn’t hate my father anymore, I just find a little inch left of hatred.

“But this isn’t fair. How are we going to work to full capacity or afford new ones?” I ask.

“Perhaps we can help.”

My head snaps around so fast at the voice, I hear my neck make an unhealthy noise.

I thought I wouldn’t see them again.

But here they are in front of me.

And I’m kind of glad and happy to see them.

“What are you doing here?”

“We heard about what happened-“

“From your spy?” I question.

Curtis smiles, “maybe. If you would allow us we would like to help you out. Consider it the start of a budding friendship from our company to yours. The press will love it.”

I eye them both up carefully and turn to Nanna. “Could you give us a minute?”

She nods and drags the officer away with her.

I turn back around to Curtis and Ben. Have they gotten closer to me?

I shake it off.

“What are you two really up to?”

Curtis feigns shock at my accusation. “I know you both too well. You don’t ask for anything unless you get something in return, so spill it. What do you want?”

“You.” Curtis blurts out.

“On a date.” Ben adds, more rationally. “We would like to take you out on four dates and in exchange we will buy you all new furniture.”

“What happens after the four dates?”

“That’s for you to decide. But one of those dates is right now.”

I look around at the mess. There’s no way I can leave it like this.

“I don’t know.”

“What can you do right now?” Curtis asks. “The place is a mess and you will have to gather everything to start again, you have staff to do that.”

“He’s right.” A voice says. I turn around and gape at Nanna- the little eavesdropper. “I’ve got this covered. Go.”

I nod.

Something inside me was excited to see what they could have planned.

I followed them back to the elevator. I ended up in the middle and Curtis’s shoulder bumped against mine a little, sending a jolt down my body.

Why couldn’t they have made these elevators bigger?

Ben pressed the buttons and then joins me on the other side, his hand caressing mine for a mere second. My body was left tingling.

It was rather hot in this elevator. I must talk to the staff about that.

The doors finally open after what seems like an excruciating long time and I was relieved. I practically bolted for the door only to trip over my heel. Sturdy hands caught me before I kissed the floor and hoisted me back up.

Ben was standing in front of me. “Are you alright?” He whispers, his lips dangerously close to mine.

A hand touches my back, lower than necessary. “Steady there, baby.”

Baby.

Visions of the dream came rushing back to me and I could feel my resolve weakening around them.

How was I going to last one date with these boys let alone four?

At this rate it would take one look from them and I would melt in their arms.