“Starved, mostly,” I laugh. Not because it’s funny—but because it’s true.
I spent two miserable years denying myself all of life’s pleasures to get to the weight that I was when I met Chase and Eric. And now, I’ve spent three fucking months indulging in everything I could ever dream of, and I’m only getting hotter.
These fucking guys. They’re literally like magic—I can’t get enough of them.
“It’s good to see you eating better now,” Eric says, stroking my foot between his hands. “You’re too fucking pretty to be suffering, babe.”
“Unless you’re suffering around our cocks,” says Chase. “That’s the only way a hot little bitch like you ought to ever suffer.”
“I’m hardly suffering,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Or is there something about the phrase, Please, Chase, don’t stop, I’m coming! that sounds like suffering to you?”
“Careful, Kara,” Chase warns, sliding his fingers up my inner thigh toward my cunt. It immediately starts throbbing and aching for him—like I said, it’s gotten greedy after all the spoiling Chase and Eric to do it. “Or I might have to show you some fucking suffering…”
“Mmm,” I moan as his fingertips brush against my pussy lips. I’ve got a thigh gap now, so even laying like this—my cunt is all access for Chase’s thick fingers. “Careful, Chase. I might like that.”
“Careful, both of you,” Eric laughs, smacking Chase’s hands away from my cunt—and spanking my ass while he’s at it. “Or I’m going to have to put you in your place, Kara—and Chase, I’ll have to show you who the real alpha male is in this relationship.”
“You’re on, Captain Fuckboy,” Chase challenges.
“Bring it, Lieutenant Limp Dick.”
I roll over and sit up on the massage table, sipping my Tropical Man-goo shake—tastes like yummy cum and mangoes—while I watch the two of them wrestle. It ends in a draw, with neither of them able to break the other’s hold.
It’s fucking hot, watching my men wrestle over me. Really gets the juices flowing—I’m seriously sitting in a puddle of my own honey just watching these two shirtless hotties grapple with each other, all slippery with massage oil and horny for me.
“Shit—I just remembered,” Eric says, shoving Chase away with a wild grin on his face. “We haven’t shown Kara her surprise yet.”
“Damn,” Chase swears, putting his hands on his knees and panting. “That’s a hell of a thing to forget.”
“Is it your boners?” I ask, only half-joking.
I actually kind of do hope that it’s their boners. Like, what could be more perfect, right? Two hot, sweaty, shirtless billionaires with matching 12-inch dicks for me to take turns riding…I sigh wistfully just thinking about how good they’d feel inside me right now.
“Later,” Eric says, tossing me the thin pink silk robe that I’ve taken to wearing around his mansion instead of clothes. “First…come on. You’re going to love this.”
Eric takes me by the hand, and Chase wraps his arm around my waist possessively as they lead me upstairs to one of the many, many spare rooms that Eric’s mansion has to offer.
“No peeking,” Chase instructs me, covering my eyes with his fingertips as Eric opens the door.
“Are you sure it’s not your boners?” I ask as they lead me into the room blind.
“It’s better,” Eric says.
“Well, that can’t be true,” I giggle. “There’s nothing better than—”
Chase pulls his fingers away from my eyes, and my gaze darts around the room…until it lands on a gorgeous light pink luggage set, complete with a sexy little carry-on bag and monogrammed luggage tags.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, taking it all in.
I haven’t had to go abroad since my contract with Gilded Lily ended. I used to fucking love flying—but now it’s dawning on me that I’m finally going to get to do it again when we fly to Japan for the Miss Sexy Universe competition.
My old luggage set is still usable, of course, but it’s nothing nearly as gorgeous as all this.
“Holy SHIT!” I squeal, running over to the pretty new suitcases and hugging them each in turn.
I love them! I fucking love them!
I turn to Chase and Eric with my arms still wrapped around one of the suitcases—on which I lay a wet pink kiss.