Page 148 of Pervade London
The three of us were perfect together.
Dawn broke through the blinds and scattered light across the bedroom. I didn’t open my eyes. I was in bed with my beloved Xavier, and I wanted to hold onto this feeling of being nurtured.
There came an awareness of an ache between my thighs, a soreness reminding me of yesterday when I’d been taken hard in the back of a Tesla by two men with furious appetites for the wildest love-making. The self-driving car—with “special upgrades”—had carried us through the city while we’d done dirty things inside, as though our actions were perfectly normal for a Tuesday afternoon.
Afterwards, there had been time for mutual pampering, sharing hugs and kisses as we’d laughed all the way back to Primrose Hill.
For my part, it was mostly relief we’d not crashed the car. For Xavier, it seemed it was what his complex psyche had needed…being flanked by two lovers who could ease his existence.
As for James, his motives were still unknown. Yes, he’d hinted this was all for Xavier, but I sensed he was coming around to wanting more. I sensed he’d needed that mind-blowing threesome, and I’d loved seeing him relax—seeing glints of happiness find their way through the cracks of his steely shell.
My heart soared even now despite the risk of possible heartache, my feelings morphing from trepidation to contentment remembering each kiss and each caress.
With my eyes closed, I replayed my time at Parliament. In my mind I heard the conversation with James in the House of Lords and his haunting words. My eyelids fluttered in remembrance of what had followed in the House of Commons.
Stretching, I pried an eye open and glanced over at Xavier. He was wide awake and sitting up against the headboard, focusing on his Kindle.
He reached over and caressed my naked shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty special, actually,” I replied, smiling. “What’s the time?”
“Only six. You can go back to sleep.”
I rolled over to rest my head on his lap. “How are you?”
“Great.” He played with my hair and it tickled my scalp.
“What are you reading?”
“Just jumping around the Internet.”
With a gentle tug I grabbed the end of his Kindle and turned it to face me.
“Chess?”
He gave a resigned nod.
I sat up. There was more going on in that beautiful head.
With a squeeze of his arm I asked, “Can you share what you’re thinking?”
“Not right now.”
“Is it what we did yesterday? Together?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “Nothing to do with that.”
“Are you playing chess with an AI?”
“Maybe.”
“Yesterday…”
“I want to do it again.” He glanced at me. “How about you?”
“Only if it pleases you.”
“Emily,” he said, trying to force the truth from me.
