Page 82 of The Naughty Week
One night left.
I’m going to give my all to making the most of it.
“All set for a lovely meal?” Heath asks, as Josh and I stare at the flickering flames.
As if on cue, the bell sounds out from the main gate, and Heath heads off to collect our food. I wonder if Josh is going to voice anything more to me about what lies ahead or suggest how things could pan out, but he doesn’t. He seems to have pushed his trepidation aside for now – back to the usual Joshua. He has a spring in his step as he walks over to pick up the wine tray.
Jeez, Heath has gone all out with the meal choices. I’ve never tried Sole Meunière before, but it’s absolutely delicious. I munch away as we split the dishes, and the conversation flows between us like it always does. We laugh about how Heath first introduced Josh to mussels several years back, and how our vampire lover had never seen anyone so edgy with a fork in his life.
“They looked weird as fuck, to be fair,” Josh says. “I’ve had them in restaurants since, but seriously, Heath. With your wacko dining set they looked like mini demons from the Little Shop of Horrors.”
Heath pats his lips with his napkin, looking at me.
“He’s exaggerating.”
“No, I’m not! Get that dinner set out next time we’re at yours and serve them to Ella. She can be the judge.”
“He’s talking about a green cauldron serving bowl,” Heath tells me. “And they were in a broth.”
“Hiding in the depths like mini demons, yes.”
“You enjoyed them!”
“I was pretending.”
“That’s the biggest pile of crap I’ve ever heard. I can read you like a book, Josh. You loved the demonic bastards. And you fucking know it.”
Fucking hell, the spark between these two guys in the candlelight is beautiful. The way they match each other’s smiles, eyebrows so alive as they chat together. And their eyes so attentive when they bring me into the conversation along with them.
One day I only pray I know Heath as well as Josh does. I’ve only just scratched the surface, and he’s consumed me.
We have ice cream for dessert, relaxing on the terrace as the sun dips down on the horizon. I look out over the infinity pool, and remember how overwhelmed I was by Heath’s haven when we first showed up here. I never believed it would feel like home.
But home is where Heath is, as well as Josh. That’s at the heart of it.
I want some time to get ready for our ‘non-proposal’, so I let the guys know I have a surprise of my own I want to share with them. It’s one piece of evening lingerie I haven’t revealed yet, and it will fit the bill just right.
I reach Heath’s bedroom and flick on the lights, casting my eyes over the massive bed taking centre stage. I’ve never slept so well in my life as I have since I’ve been here. With its deluxe sheets and its cloudlike mattress, it’s the perfect canvas for lovemaking. It’s this spot I’ll be coaxing the guys into later.
I have my bedtime outfit stashed in my case. It’s a perfect contrast to my uber goth makeup and my long black hair. A babydoll that looks almost virginal – in pure white lace, with white satin panties, that tie up at either side with a bow.
I touch up my makeup before I get dressed, ensuring that my contouring and lashes are on point after my crying fit earlier. I want to look as fine as possible for the beautiful Heath Mason and my stunner of a boyfriend.
I tie the sides of my panties up, and rub my fingers up and down my slit through the satin. It clings nice and tightly. The cups of the babydoll work a treat to hitch my tits up, and the lace glides down my ribs, long enough to reach the top of my thighs.
It’s a strange sensation, looking at myself in the mirror and giving myself a twirl. I’m usually psyched up for a proposal laid out, not laid bare emotionally, with two men I adore.
“Hey, guys,” I say when I arrive back at the terrace, and they both twist around on their loungers.
Their expressions are a picture. Josh holds his hand up to Heath for a high five.
“That’s a new outfit,” my boyfriend says to me.
“Yes, it is. I was saving it.”
“Good choice. You look incredible.”
“Thank you.”
