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“Hello, Jade. Call me Graham. Mr. Savage was her step-dad.” He cocks his head in my direction, and I giggle. Jade licks her lips and eyes his ass as he walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I smack my best friend, snatching the bottle of wine from her hand.
“Stop sizing up my man.”
“He really is stupidly gorgeous, you do know that,” she replies like it’s a bad thing, scrunching her face.
“Yes, it’s a problem. When his face is between my legs while he eats me like I’m his least meal, I sometimes yank him up by the hair just to get a kick out of having this gorgeous man serving me like I’m his queen.”
“I hate you. I’ll never have a sex life as satisfying as yours.” She punches my arm lightly.
“I have a feeling that’s not true.” I laugh.
A knock on the door sends our heads flying, and I give Jade the task of chopping the bacon and eggs while I answer the door. Britney and Sarah hug me and they brought a cake for dessert. Five minutes later, Graham climbs down the stairs and join us, having changed from his usual attire of an expensive suit to a pair of dark denim pants, white V-neck shirt and he’s barefoot.
The house is full of people, laughter and banter, and the kitchen is hot with food, and it’s the first time this place feels like a home. I think Graham feels it too, now that I watch him laugh at something Jade said, the wrinkles near his eyes showing that he is genuinely happy.
When the doorbell rings again, he goes to greet his friends, and when they all walk into the dining room, all four of us girls nearly drop our glasses of wines along with our jaws.
Shitting hell, Cole Savage.
If I thought Graham is a hottie, then Cole is a whole different ball game. He is so gorgeous it should be illegal. A cross between Jason Momoa and Brock O’Hurn. I want to cry just from looking at him. Tall as a tree, wide as a fucking building and with a light brown manbun and green eyes. H
e’s got sexy stubble and a playful smirk. Jesus, this man.
Jade clutches my thigh under the table. “Wherever he’s sitting, I’m sitting next to him.”
“But what about Carter?” I protest on a whisper.
“Fuck Carter. I mean that literally, unless, of course, Cole is game and then Carter can go fuck himself.” Wow. That’s a lot of fucks in one sentence.
“Okay, but what about me?” Jade sat next to me the minute we set the table.
“Honey, I love you, but as of two second ago, you’re no longer my best friend in this room. He is.”
I can’t help but laugh when Graham introduces everyone to each other. He does so with the formality of a European man and I love how he can be both playful and serious. He takes the seat Jade sat in just a second ago and we all dig into the food I’ve made. Looking around me at all these people, I have to admit that I am happy. Genuinely, surprisingly happy. I can get used to that. A part of me is sad that I’ve never experienced it before. I mean, even during Christmas, Graham would have someone set up a tree in our drawing room and we all bought each other presents and opened them on Christmas morning, but that was it. No dinner. No down time together. No nothing.
“So, Cole, tell me what you do.” Jade smiles widely, and hell, she’s pretty. I can’t blame Cole for looking at her like he’s having her for dessert. Only problem is, Carter is sharing the sentiment, which makes them both hungry for the same dish.
“I do whatever you want me to do,” he responds smoothly, winking at her, but not in a creepy way. Jade almost dies right here, while Britney and Sarah giggle. Carter takes a swig of his beer, and the room is so full of hormones, I’m starting to feel mine taking control of my body. I reach under the table and stroke my boyfriend’s inner thigh and even though Graham’s face remains indifferent, he reaches down and stops me, grabbing my wrist in his firm hand. I wince, and when he guides my hand to my own thigh, my eyes widen. I am wearing a skirt, and because of the central heating I didn’t bother with wearing any leggings either.
Shit, I think my plan is about to blow up in my face.
“Tell her more about what you do,” Graham instructs Cole dryly, all while guiding my palm between my thighs still holding onto my wrists. He takes two of my fingers and slips them into my pussy, tugging the left side of my underwear to make room for them. Cole continues talking as Graham forces me to masturbate in the middle of dinner. I flush. I am horny. I am out of my fucking element.
I start panting frantically, feeling my fingers against the wetness of my sex, thrusting into myself all while Graham guides me. I glance at him, panic and lust in my eyes, and see that he is still laughing with Cole about something he’d said and I didn’t hear, his free hand clutching onto his beer bottle.
I’m getting closer and feel my cheeks become rosier and my pants heavier. Oh no. I am going to orgasm in the middle of the dining room at the table. Shit, Graham. Shit, shit, shit.
“And what do you do, Carter?” Jade continues her interrogation of our guests. Jesus, this girl. Carter answers her enthusiastically, but I can’t hear a thing because I’m quivering like a madwoman, on the brink of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
“That’s it, baby,” I hear Graham whispering. “Take it all in.”
And when he says that, he takes my hand, making me shove my fingers into my pussy up to the knuckles and feel how I’m clenching hard against them. I let out a scream, an actual scream, I kid you not, and all eyes move to me quickly.
Oh no.
Oh no.
“What happened?” Sarah asks, standing up. I’d scared her.
