Page 198 of The Holy Grail
“Look at us,” Evan said with a smile.
“Look at us,” Jules and Malcom repeated, with smiles of their own.
They were all breathing heavily and sweating like they’d just competed in an Ironman competition, and even though she felt as though she’d been hit by a train, she couldn’t help but murmur, “We’ll definitely be doing that again.”
Evan and Malcom exchanged glances and chuckles. “I told you, she’d either love it or hate it,” Evan said.
A few moments later, with his cock having softened considerably, he reluctantly eased out of Jules very slowly (earning a small sigh of relief from her) and after a soft kiss to her temple, went to discard the condom in the bathroom, taking the small bowl holding the plugs with him for cleaning. After taking care of that business, he got the bath water running, adding bubble bath and handfuls of Epsom salts. Then, even though it wasonly mid-afternoon, he lit a couple of candles to create a relaxing ambiance in the room. Satisfied with everything, he made his way back to the bedroom, where he found Jules and Malcom still laying together on the bed, talking quietly.
“You really liked it?” Malcom was asking.
“I did. I mean, at first, it was uncomfortable because I’ve never had a dick in my ass—or anything else, really—but the finish was mind-blowing.” She looked into his eyes. “Are you worried about your first time?”
“A little. I’m pretty sure I have the pain tolerance of a five year old.”
“I don’t think you need to be worried—and I say that knowing I have no one to compare Evan to, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. Plus, you won’t be taking two dicks, so it would have to be an easier experience for you.”
Evan picked up the bottles of Pedialyte and inclined his head toward the bathroom, in an unspoken invitation for them to join him.
“Must be time for the after care,” Jules surmised, totally understanding now why it was a thing.
“Thank God,” Malcom said as he took her hand and helped her off the bed. “I need it.”
“Please. You need it?”
“I almost killed myself trying not to come, to make it better for you. Without any acknowledgement, I might add.”
“Well, let me rectify that and say your two—maybe three minutes—of valiant effort were much appreciated.”
Turning serious, he stopped to give her a long kiss, full of emotion and promise. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Once in the bath, they all squabbled briefly over who got the Chilled Cherry flavored Pedialyte, with Jules finally laying claim to it by using theI just got double penetratedcard (which she decided she was going to use every chance she got), leaving the men to work out who got Berry Frost or Iced Grape. The three of them then lay in the hot, bubble-filled water, leaning back against the side of the tub, shoulder-to-shoulder, relaxing and drinking their electrolytes, sometimes talking, sometimes not.
When the water started to cool, they got out, and the two men carefully dried Jules off, then wrapped her in a bathrobe and told her to go lay down, promising to join her for a nap in a few minutes. When they did, they found her crashed on the bed, looking likeshe’d literally flopped down in the middle and passed out on her stomach, arms and legs in all directions, with her head turned and mouth partially open.
Amused at the wrecked picture she made, both men took several moments to simply watch her sleep.
“Long live the queen,” Evan said softly.
“Long live the queen,” Malcom agreed.
Chapter 65
Therapy begins
Malcom didn’t think he’d ever felt so awkward in his life, as he sat across from Lauren in her funky office, complete with seventies decor, including a wild shag rug.
Although, making the call for an appointment had been rather awkward, and he’d pretty much stumbled through it.
Added to that, his heart was pounding like crazy and he was sweating as if he’d ran here, instead of being driven by Jules and Evan, who had also insisted on staying in the waiting room until his first session was over.
“This might seem like a strange request to you,” Lauren began, “but I would like for you to just start talking and say whatever you want to say for the next ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes?”
“Yes, ten minutes. Whatever comes into your head, say it, no matter how ridiculous you might think it is—even if it’s to say that elephants are pink.”
