Page 39 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

Tilda

Elly’s warmth is all-consuming as she nudges me towards wakefulness. She presses slow kisses into my shoulder, one arm keeping me tucked against her, a leg nestled between my own.

I keep my eyes closed, floating on that sleepy cloud, unable yet to feel my limbs. Anything to prolong this cosy feeling.

‘Is she alive?’ Elly murmurs jokingly.

I smile, scooting back into her. There’s a subtle sense of excitement coursing through me, one I can’t source until she finally says, ‘Happy birthday, babe.’

I hum, turning over to face her. ‘Happy birthday to me.’

‘Twenty years old.’ Elly captures my lips. ‘Big girl.’

‘Yep.’ I reach my arms up and stretch. ‘Feeling it.’

Elly clucks her tongue. ‘Poor granny. Sad you won’t be up for the exercise me and Haz had planned for you today.’

‘Hm? What exercise? Tell me.’

She smirks. ‘Would rather show you. Congrats, by the way.’

‘On what?’

‘Getting Haz to sleep with you. That tattoo.’ She gives a low whistle. ‘I would have dropped my pants too.’

‘I didn’t get Haz to do anything. That makes me sound like such a guy.’ I slide my hands up her t-shirt, seeking the warmth beneath. ‘Can get one with your name, if you like.’

She shakes her head with a smile. ‘Been there, done that. Didn’t end well.’

I look down her body. ‘You have a matching tattoo?’

‘Mm. That little avocado on my ankle. We both got one. Broke up the next week.’

‘Well. Least it wasn’t their name.’

‘Nope.’ She pulls the top of my t-shirt down, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on Haz’s serpent. ‘Unlike this.’

‘It’s been a week,’ I point out. ‘We’re still together.’

‘Definitely escaped the curse then. Nice one.’

‘Mm-hm.’ I draw in a slow breath as she kisses my boob again. ‘So, tell me more about this exercise you’ve got planned.’

‘We were thinking a hike.’

‘Oh.’

Elly raises her head with a grin. ‘Kidding. The exercise will be up to you, babe. You’re the birthday girl.’

I rub a tuft of her hair between my finger and thumb. ‘But it’ll involve the both of you?’

‘If you want that.’

I draw her down for a kiss, letting her know without words just how much I want that.

A couple of hours later, I’m still in bed, only with a full stomach now, a cleared plate resting on my lap. I pass it to Haz when she gestures for it, letting her put it down on the nightstand with hers and Elly’s.

‘That was insane, Haz. You’re actually such a good cook.’

‘Only just noticing, huh?’

‘I’m only just noticing many of your talents.’

She chuckles, twining hands with me. ‘Got many more, baby. Just say the word and I’ll show you.’

‘I’ll totally say the word.’ I close my eyes, head leant back on the headboard, soaking in the heat of both of them beside me. ‘As soon as my breakfast goes down.’

‘More like lunch,’ Haz huffs. ‘Didn’t think you were ever getting up.’

‘It’s her birthday, bro,’ Elly says. ‘Let her off.’

‘Get her off, more like.’ Haz puts two of my fingers in her mouth, sucking them off. ‘Birthday sex, baby.’

My gut coils with a mixture of nerves and excitement, a throbbing between my legs that’s been there ever since they both assaulted me with their own versions of heavy petting earlier. I open my eyes as Haz removes my fingers, her eyes bright and eager as they look into mine.

I’m as eager as she is, but there’s something else drawing my attention today. Something that should be just upstairs if I’m lucky.

I lean over and peck Haz on the lips. ‘brB.’

Fishing around in Elly’s bedside drawer, I pull out the little origami box I made, inspired by the one in Nic’s own drawer. I used the same gold ribbon from the night of the storm to adorn it, hoping she’ll get the symbolism.

I’m hoping she’ll get all of it, to be honest, because if she doesn’t, it might just reverse any of the progress we’ve made.

‘She’s not in, you know,’ Haz says.

‘Isn’t she?’

My heart drops. Of course she isn’t. It’s creeping towards afternoon and I’m sure the sunshine was too much of a temptation. I just thought, on our birthday…

‘Don’t worry, she’ll be back later. She made us promise we’ll keep you free tonight.’

‘Why?’

‘Who the fuck knows. Just go with it, yeah? I want her to have a good birthday too.’

‘Cutie-pie. Alright, I’ll just drop this in her room then.’

‘What is it?’ Elly cranes her head to get a better look.

I flash her an apologetic smile. ‘Secret.’

Elly

‘You better behave,’ I warn as soon as Tilda’s shut the door.

Haz smirks, folding her arms behind her head. ‘Dunno what you mean.’

I send her a look. ‘Yes, you do. Don’t be like how you were with Skylar.’

‘Tilda isn’t Skylar,’ Haz huffs.

‘Exactly.’

‘But, you know, Tilda likes it rough too.’

‘Not rough. Just…fast. Bit hard, maybe.’

‘Elly, man.’ Haz turns to me, laying a hand on my arm. ‘Don’t tell me how to fuck her, alright? I know what she likes. She’s not exactly a mouse in bed.’

‘She’s also a massive people pleaser.’

‘Fuck off, man. And I’m a Tilda pleaser. Shit, you really think I’d do anything she didn’t like?’

‘If you thought you knew better, then yeah.’

Haz shakes her head. ‘Don’t piss me off or I’ll be fucking her without you.’

‘I hope you’re using safe words.’

She groans, rolling to her feet. ‘I’m gonna go get my dick. Loosen the fuck up, yeah? Don’t need the sex police on my ass.’

Soon as she’s gone, I expel a breath. I’m not strapping up until Tilda’s back here telling me she one hundred percent wants this.

Me and Haz might have planned the whole thing but it’s for Tilda’s benefit.

I snort thinking just how under the thumb I am.

Despite Haz’s pitiless display, I know she’s the same. We’re goners, the both of us.

She comes back a few minutes later, reeking of body spray and with a bulge in her trousers.

I roll to my feet with a yawn. I should probably do the same. Nothing sexy about these pyjamas.

Haz stands at the window, allowing me the courtesy of privacy as she squints into the sun. ‘If our legs are still working after this, we should get out there. If your ginger ass can hack it.’

‘I’m down if Tilda is. What about Nic?’

‘Not here, is she? She didn’t want to do anything.’

‘Her birthday, I guess. Wonder what she’s planning with Tilda later. Bit weird, if you ask me.’

‘They’re fucking.’ Haz’s profile grins. ‘Telling you.’

For the first time, I dwell on the possibility of that. ‘That’s preferable, to be honest.’

‘That’s what I said. But hey’—she turns to me, palms raised—‘let’s leave them to it. About time they sorted their shit out.’

‘At least we know what the shit is now. Kind of.’

‘Yeah. Came out of the fucking blue, that.’ She shakes her head. ‘Fucker for not telling me.’

‘Be nice. It’s their birthday.’

‘Yeah, and what’s with that too? Fucking serendipitous.’

I smirk, zipping up my jeans. ‘Big word for you.’

Haz puffs up, those arms looking ridiculous. ‘Know a few.’

I’m running a taming hand through my hair when Tilda returns, still wearing those skimpy pyjamas. I see she’s put on a bra though, the sight of those dusky blue straps making me grin.

She gives a shy smile, eyes darting between us. ‘You two look good.’

‘So do you.’ Planting my hands on her hips, I pull her against me, sampling those pouty lips. She tastes like toothpaste. ‘Sure you want this?’

She nods, eyes trained on Haz who’s smiling at her in a bit of a maniacal way.

I shoot her a look, warning her without words to rein it in.

I can still hear the sound of Skylar’s head whacking the headboard with each one of her merciless thrusts.

Thought she was going to have her skewered by the time she was done.

‘Go get on the bed.’

I lock the door whilst Tilda does that, not really wanting Nic to burst in on us in the middle of this.

Haz remains at the window as I join Tilda, heart pitter-pattering at the sight of the warm smile she greets me with.

‘Hey,’ she chirps, winding her slender arms around my shoulders.

‘Hey, yourself.’ I take her lips slowly, for the moment blocking out our silent watcher. ‘All sorted with Nic?’

‘We’ll see.’ She gives my hair a tug. ‘No more talking about her.’

‘Yeah,’ Haz agrees. ‘Less talking, more eating out.’

‘Can’t eat much from all the way over there.’

Haz smiles, pushing off the window, one hand readjusting her dick.

Tilda’s eyes lower to it. ‘Happy to see me?’

‘Sure am.’ Leaning down, she pulls Tilda’s head towards her, giving her a hard kiss. ‘Hope you’re ready to be fucked to hell and back.’

I roll my eyes. ‘You really need to work on your sexy talk.’

‘Dunno.’ She runs her eyes over Tilda’s prone, eager form. ‘Seems to work for her.’

‘It does. Now get in here and sandwich me.’

Haz chuckles, bouncing up on the bed and landing on one side of Tilda. I slide to the other, not wanting to be too much of a hog. Not that she’ll be showing me the same courtesy later, I bet.

Tilda hums contentedly, happy to be squished between us. She rests a hand on my chest, her nose nudging mine as she encourages slow, gentle kisses. I hear Haz sigh, Tilda’s slight gasp as Haz grasps one of her clothed boobs.

I tuck hair behind her ear, keeping her face to mine. She arches into me, kneeing open my legs so she can slide one of her own between them. I smile into her mouth. She’s like a clingy puppy sometimes, needing to be as close as possible.

I encourage her onto her back as we kiss, sliding my hands up her ribs under her top. Haz’s hand disappears between Tilda’s legs, and she lets out a quiet moan into my mouth.

‘Arms up, babe.’ I pull her top over her head. The straps of her bra are loose on her arms, the sight almost making me hum.

‘Get that off her,’ Haz commands, still stroking Tilda between her legs.

I shake my head, pressing a kiss to Tilda’s bare shoulder. ‘I’m enjoying it.’

Her breaths are shakier now, her hips rising into Haz’s hand. Haz keeps her movements slow, something I’m sure is killing her, but we need slow for what we have planned.

I kiss down her chest, licking the soft skin of her boob as Haz attaches her lips to Tilda’s neck.

‘Can totally take it off now, if you want,’ Tilda breathes.

I smile, pulling her upwards so I can undo the clasp. Haz yanks it away, immediately pinching a nipple and making Tilda hiss.

‘Safe word,’ I say quickly.

‘Serpent,’ they say in unison.

I huff out a breath. Wonder who came up with that one.

‘Take over her cunt,’ Haz says, moving her attention to Tilda’s boobs.

I bend Tilda’s legs, settling between them. She eyes me thirstily, eyelashes fluttering when I start making patterns over her clit with my thumbs.

‘You both feel so good,’ she groans.

Taking both her hands, Haz raises them above her head before attaching her lips to Tilda’s wrists, painting the skin with her tongue, sucking until Tilda gasps.

My mouth waters. I look down at my hands, able to feel the wet heat of her through two layers of cotton.

‘Are we ever gonna get this bitch undressed?’ Haz asks.

I frown, eyes darting to Tilda’s face. She has her eyes closed, paying Haz no mind. ‘Don’t call her a bitch.’

Haz grins. ‘But she is. Look at her.’ She pinches a nipple again, making Tilda writhe. ‘Bitch in heat.’

My own pussy throbs at the sight of her, making me regret putting on constricting jeans. Why did I get dressed again? Too many bloody layers to take off.

‘Elly,’ Tilda whispers with a hint of frustration.

Haz tuts, shoving my hands away before grasping Tilda’s shorts and knickers and whipping them off her.

‘There’s slow and then there’s fucking slow.’

I don’t reply, caught up in the sight of Tilda bare and exposed and wet right before me.

‘Hey, look.’ Haz puts her hand between Tilda’s legs, her fingers slick when she raises them again. ‘Fucking drenched.’ She slaps Tilda’s thigh lightly. ‘Good little dog.’

‘This dog’s gonna bite if someone doesn’t get me off soon.’

Haz’s face comes alive. Lying down, she pulls Tilda back against her, one hand drifting between her legs. ‘Elly, get her front.’

I lie on her other side, my lips immediately taken in a fiery kiss.

Haz isn’t going slow now, strumming Tilda’s clit with those large fingers of hers. I break off the kiss to watch, Haz’s skin almost brown against the sunless skin of Tilda’s inner thighs.

‘Feel my cock?’ she says into Tilda’s ear, waiting until she nods. ‘That’s gonna be inside you later, stretching that soaked pussy of yours.’

‘Put it in now,’ Tilda moans.

Haz smirks. ‘Patience, princess.’ She dips inside Tilda, her eyes rolling back. ‘Fuck, could you get any wetter? Been fucking waiting for this, haven’t you?’ She gasps as she thrusts her hips into Tilda. ‘Can’t wait to take you.’

Tilda whimpers, hands grasping at me in a way that tells me she’s getting close. I capture one of her nipples, rolling it in time with Haz’s strokes.

Tilda gasps, biting her lip. ‘Fuck. Fuck.’

Haz leans higher on her elbow, watching Tilda writhe in her arms. ‘I need you to come for me, pretty girl.’

Tilda tucks her head into me, fingers grasping the material of my t-shirt. ‘Gonna come,’ she breathes.

Haz slaps her pussy lightly before resuming her rapid strokes. ‘Now, Tilda. Won’t ask again.’

I pinch her nipple more tightly, giving her what she needs to get over that edge. She draws in a sharp breath, then she’s moaning her orgasm into my chest, undulating her hips in the scant space between us. I close my eyes, absorbing her pleasure, fighting the urge to do something about my own.

‘Finally,’ Haz says when Tilda relaxes. ‘Thought you’d lost it, like some shrivelled up old lady.’

Tilda laughs, shoving at her. ‘You are such a dickhead. That was literally so fast.’

‘One down,’ I say, smiling at her.

‘Nineteen more to go,’ Haz chimes in.

Tilda lets out a breathy laugh. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Told you we had exercise planned for you today.’ I stroke her head, kissing her warm cheek. ‘One orgasm for every year.’

Tilda looks between us, excitement warring with wariness. ‘Twenty,’ she says weakly.

Haz grins, licking a line up the two fingers she just used. ‘Twenty orgasms, baby.’