~ ~ Beatrix ~ ~

Arriving home, I dropped my coat and bag at the door. Ivy called through from the living room as I heard the TV switch off.

Passing a sorrowful-looking plant on my way through. "What happened to that?" I rounded the corner as Ivy eyed me with confusion. "The plant?" I clarified.

"Ah, yeah." She shrugged. "How is it that I always seem to find the plants that lack the will to live?" Rolling her eyes.

"But fuck the plant. Tell me what happened. I searched everywhere for you. And I've been calling you for the last hour." Giving me a pointed glare. "I even grilled Cam, but his mouth was shut tighter than a virgin clam," she paused, giving my appearance a closer look. "Hold up, your hairs down...it was clipped up."

Busted.  "Cam never said what happened?"

"Told you, his mouths been wired shut. I was about to put him in a headlock when Thom and Harriet grabbed me,"

Crikey, I felt a little sorry for Cam. "What do you want to know first? The part where Cam backed me up against the widow and kissed the shit out of me or the one where I fled in a panicked state to Finn's, ended up naked, flat on my back for at least an hour with me either grinding on his face or getting off with his hands between my thighs." I blew out a puff of air, dropping next to her on the sofa. Heaven knows why I felt exhausted, it was Finn who'd done all the work. 

Who knew multiple orgasms were so tiring?  But I couldn't hide my smile, credit where it was due. The man had a hell-of-a gifted mouth, not to mention hands. I shivered, my body still sensitive.

Turning to Ivy, I was met with a startled look. Her jaw dropped as her eyes widened.

Ha!  This was an achievement. Where was a camera when I needed one!  For the first time since meeting Ivy, she was speechless. "Well...I'll be damned" I said in my best Texan accent. "I think I've finally done something to shock you!"

She gave her head a little wiggle, her mouth closed, and then opened. "Shit, the bed," she said.

I bit back a laugh, prying off my shoes. "Christ, that's better." I sighed. "My feet were killing me." I pulled up one foot and crossed it over my knee to rub it. "I love those shoes, but running down twenty flights of stairs... is a big no, no."

Ivy twisted herself and patted her lap. "Here, give them to me."

Yes!  Grinning, Ivy had magic hands. I shifted position and lifted both feet, planting them on her lap. She stretched out her fingers before going to work on my aching feet. "Oh god, that's so good."

"Now your feet are getting attention—Tell me everything, spill it, every gory detail."

Where to start?   "Why is it that God gave me a brain to work out my problems, but I tend to use mine to create more?" I had this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I think I've just made my life so much more complicated... and not in a good way. Maybe I should just skip past go, and head straight to hell."

Ivy chuckled. "Don't worry, you're not going to hell. Well, not without me anyway." She grinned, wiggling my big toe. "Continue, he kissed you and what—you kissed him back?"

"Ah-hu," seemed the most appropriate response.

"I can't say I'm surprised. The guy is clearly still in love with you. But how do you feel?"

I pushed up slightly to get more comfortable. "You realise this is all your fault?"

"Nah-ah. I only gave the guy five minutes, so you could ask the big question.  No-one said you had to play tonsil hockey with him... although I can see why, the man is gorgeous sexy, hot and with those lips, it would be sinful not to kiss him."

My cheeks heated as I recalled our kiss. But how did I feel? Confused. Horny. Angry that I let him back in so easily. "Honestly, I don't have a clue. It was like he shattered me and then put me back together."

"Jesus, that was some kiss." She pressed a little too hard on my foot.

"Ouch."

"Oops." She relaxed her hold on my foot.

"We can come back to Cam. "Tell me how Finn ended up between your thighs." She wiggled her eyes, hungry for details. "And I gotta know. Was he a 'ooooooh or aaaaaaah' guy?"

My brows pinched. "What's the difference?"

"About three inches, girlfriend." She winked.

My head rolled back and this time, I didn't bite back my laughter. "Well, sadly, I didn't get the full Finn experience." Her face dropped. "But from looking and sneaking a quick feel." I wiggled my fingers. "Then I would say both... and then some."

"You lucky bitch. I'm so jealous right now." Her hands paused. "Wait, back up. You didn't fuck him?" her hands switched to my other foot.

I shook my head. "Nope. Says if I want him to fuck me, then I have to go back."

"I like it. He didn't want a fuck and run. The man's smart."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I've told him no to any emotional ties—and I know I cannot stop myself from going back for the full Finn experience. Because if his dick is anything like his hands or his tongue... well, that's something a girl needs to experience at least once."

"Agreed, but just be honest, up front with him."

"I thought I had been clear but there is one tiny problem." I couldn't believe I was saying this. "I like him, Ivy. I don't want him to feel like I'm using him."

"Then give him a shot. Would it be so bad to consider something a little steadier? And let's face it—what's not to like."

That was the problem, there was a lot to like and if a giant wrench hadn't been through into the mix, I would have agreed. But it wasn't just about me and Finn now. There was Cam I had to deal with, sort through my conflicting emotions.

"What do I do about Cam, Ivy?" Annoyance sprouted roots.  Why had I let him kiss me?  "I can't pretend it didn't happen?" And if I could, would I really want to?

"Keep them both on the level and tell Cam about Finn tomorrow. You're not a cheater Trix."

Yeah.  Cam was the cheater, and I needed to keep reminding myself of that fact, therefore I shouldn't feel bad. And it was only a kiss.

But Ivy was right. Both Cam and Finn deserved to know about the other and if one or both walked away, then that was their choice.

"And let's play this out. If Cam is desperate for another chance, then he's gonna have to accept there is another guy on the playing field... until you figure it out." She shrugged. "And once you've had the Finn experience, you might not want to go back for more."

"The man worshipped me with his mouth and hands—I know I'm pretty much screwed Ivy."

She laughed. "Exactly how many times did you come?"

"I lost count, but truthfully I don't think I'll be able to touch down there for at least twenty-four hours without risking an explosion. I've never been this sensitive. In fact my knickers are in my bag, honestly could risk anything rubbing up against me."

Ivy threw her head back, laughing. "Ewe, that is gross, girl." Her laughter tailed off. "Shit, though, with skills like that, he's a keeper." She pressed hard on a sore spot as I winced. "I didn't think I could feel any more jealous of you right now."

"That's the spot... Jesus, your hands are pure gold, Ivy. Have I told you I love you?"

She grinned. "You're not the first... I'm totally lovable."

"Yes, yes, you are." Silence dropped as my eyes fell closed. But even after multiple orgasms, I was still wound up tighter than a two dollar watch. With questions running around my brain. 

"What if this gets messy, Ivy? I don't want to hurt either, and I know what having your heart torn out feels like." Courtesy of Cam...could I risk letting him back in?

"I'm guessing this is more about what Cam did, the cheating?"

She wasn't wrong. "I was kidding myself thinking I'd got over him." That one kiss had blown my walls to smithereens. And then I'd ran.

"I get it. You need answers," she stated the obvious.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. "Maybe I should call him tonight. You still have his personal file?" Shit, my phone! "My bag—you said you've been calling me?"

"You stay, I'll get it." She tapped my foot.

Shifting my feet. "It's by the door."

She returned with her hand still groping inside it. "Nope, not here, but I found these." She twirled the small piece of underwear on her finger.

"And you say I'm gross, don't touch them!" She threw them at me. "But shit, my phone, It must be at Finn's flat."

"I'm gross?  Ha! I ain't the one with panties in my channel bag." Ivy dropped my bag on the table. "Don't sweat it. I can swing by his place before I meet up with Harriet and Thom tonight at some bar in town."

Had I missed something?  I looked up sharply. "What? Harriet and Thom from work?  Why?"

She nodded. "Yeah, get this. They said they wanted to welcome me to London, help me make friends." She scoffed. "More like they think a few drinks is gonna buy them information on you," she said with a huff, "as if."

I laughed. "I can't believe you're entertaining them."

"I don't trust them, Trix. Either of them. At least this way, they might think I'm stupid and let something slip."

"Rather you than me." I gave her a quick look over. "You look nice. Are you wearing those... they look new?"

"Yeah, grabbed them on the way home."

"Your arse looks hot in those jeans. Still—I'd be careful with Thom." It was pointless trying to talk her out of it.

Ivy turned, swishing her hips from side to side. "He can only dream of having something this hot." She slapped her arse. "And, he couldn't handle me."

She wasn't wrong. "Hey, wear my new Saint Laurent Shoes, oh and take the quilted purse. They will look great with those jeans."

"Yeah?" She clapped her hands together. "Damn, I knew there was a reason I chose you to be my bestie."

"If you're gonna be a corporate spy, you might as well be super hot doing it."

We both laughed.

I forced myself up from the sofa, my feet feeling better already. "Are you sure you don't mind calling at Finn's place for my phone?"

"Nope. Just need his address."

"And you won't go plotting anything, causing trouble?"

"Me?" She placed her hand over her chest, fluttering her long eyelashes.

I gave her a look. "Ivy..."

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll be good."

"I'll believe that when I see it. Throw me your phone."

"Here." She threw it as I quickly added Finns address. Just about to throw it back, her phone buzzed, with an incoming call from her Mom. "Hey, it's your Mom?" I threw her phone back.

She caught it. "I need to get this." She looked a little awkward.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just family drama."

"Say hello and tell them I miss them...okay?"

"Sure, they love you more than me anyway."

I grinned, it was hard not to love Ivy's entire family. "Gonna hit the shower." I left her to give her some privacy.

Hitting the shower on, quickly stripping, I made a mental check list of things needing my attention before tomorrow. One being to look over the budgets assigned to the London office as I didn't get a chance with Cam's curve-ball."

I also hoped distracting myself with work would stop me from thinking about Cam... and Finn.

But it was highly doubtful as the memory of Cams hot mouth devouring mine and Finn's...well Finns everything kept playing on repeat.  If only I could have the two of them.  Now that was something I could picture, being sandwiched between two hot men.

What woman wouldn't want that?  I ran my finger across my lips.  Yeah, maybe that would be tonight's star fantasy...I might even chance pulling the pin and risk an explosion.

As it was time I faced the truth, I wouldn't say no to either of them.