Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (23 page)

Jim said, "They're really having some fun over
there."

Back in the comedy factory, the three cut ups
were lying face up on the bed and wiping their tears while wearing
huge grins.

Jillian asked, "What the hell were you really
doing hanging from the balcony."

"Oh, I was just talking with Jim, and I walked
outside his room when he went into the bathroom. Then I saw
Caroline come in, and I didn't want her to get the wrong idea so
I…"

"So you risked your life to save having to
explain yourself?" Jillian's smile faded, and she asked, "You just
had sex with him. Didn’t you?"

Victoria sat up and glared down at her, "I did
not, and I'm offended that you would even suggest that."

Jillian looked up to her unconvinced, "No more
lies."

"No more lies," Victoria repeated as she stood.
"Do you think he could have performed like that if I had just
worked my magic on him no more than ten minutes ago?" Victoria
asked as she pointed at the adjoining wall and widened her
eyes.

Jillian and Brian shared a knowing nod, and
Jillian said, "She does have a good point."

Brian added, "There's no way."

Victoria maintained her stone face while inside
she was a basket case. She paused thinking, How the hell did Jim
just pull that off? He came twice with her. She even did the ball
thing to him and everything. He must be superhuman. She turned away
and shook her head, as she said, "I'm going to bed."

Jillian gave Brian a quick kiss goodnight and
retired to another bedroom. They had agreed that they would spend
their last unmarried night apart so that the wedding night would be
even more special—well at least she had suggested it, and he went
along with the idea. They had also not done anything sexual in just
about a week. Brian had promised not to masturbate during that
entire time, and he was pretty proud of himself since he only fell
of the wagon three times.

He found it a tad difficult to keep his word
while being so close to so many attractive women in St. Barts. Not
to mention he had to deal with getting dressed in the same room
with Jillian and her spectacular body, seeing her come out of the
shower, and generally walk around naked and in various superhot
underwear ensembles. She was lucky he didn't jerk off three times a
day given his surroundings.

He planned to be a good boy on this last night
especially. He turned the light off and settled in. He didn’t reach
down and begin adjusting or scratching anything, which he usually
found led to trouble. Plus he hated it when Jillian was in a bad
mood. It turned him off. She seemed to be so on edge and was
treating him like he was an idiot. She really was acting like a
complete bitch.

He knew she was just nervous about the wedding
and a little upset that her best friend, her friend with the body
of a playmate, had lied to her and had sex with her son. Brian
began to wonder exactly what Rob and Victoria had done together. He
wondered if she did that thing where she licks—He pulled the plug
on that line of thought when things began happening under the
sheets. He didn't bother checking his condition, which he was
almost sure was nearing the problematic stage; he just went to
sleep.

Two minutes later Jillian slipped back into the
room. She turned on the light, made her way to the bed, and knelt
on the floor. He was already asleep and breathing deeply when she
kissed him and jarred him awake.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, I just…I'm sorry I've been such a
bitch today."

He turned on his back and lied, "Oh, you haven’t
been at all."

Jillian gave him a look, and he agreed with his
eyes. She nodded. "I'm sorry. I was already losing it today…then I
find out Rob and Victoria did God knows what."

"I know. I know," Brian said as he ran his hand
gently on her arm.

"I've been treating you like garbage. I didn’t
laugh at your Victoria joke and it was really funny."

"It was, wasn't it?"

She gave him a big nod. "And I yelled at you for
being naked outside. You were just saving her. Thank you for saving
my best friend, even though she probably had my son's pen—"

He widened his eyes, and she stopped.

She took a deep breath and rubbed his chest
gently as she said, "And you've been such a good boy. We haven't
done anything for days. I know it's been hard."

"It has been really
hard
."

She gave him a sexy look as she said, "I'll
bet…I'm so proud of you saving it for our wedding night. I'm going
to take such good care of you. I have something so special planned,
that I—" Jillian shimmied her hips as a little mini-O traveled
through her pussy. She shook her head. "I'd better stop."

"Yeah, this isn’t helping me."

Jillian smiled at him. "You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me, and even if I'm losing it or acting
like a lunatic sometimes just know that I love you more than
anything."

"I love you, too."

"Goodnight," she said sensually and then kissed
him gently on the lips. He smiled. Jillian took hold of the covers
and then pulled them down below his boxer shorts. She reached for
his waistband, and Brian covered it quickly with his hands to
conceal his surprise new look. She shook her head. "Are you
shy?"

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to see it before
I go to bed. So I can dream about you and
him
all night."

"That's probably not a—"

"I just want to see him."

"Okay, but use the flap…that's probably safer. I
know how you are."

She gave him a look, reached into the flap, and
carefully extracted his semihard penis. She smiled at his face,
moved her lips to it, and placed two tiny wet kisses right on the
tip. He craned his neck to watch her, captivated.

"You do have one gorgeous cock," she said as she
slipped him back inside the boxers and pulled the covers over
him.

"I wasn't going to let Victoria be the only one
to kiss you there tonight." Jillian broke into a big smile and
added, "She would probably love to wrap her lips around your penis.
She's probably pretty good at it."

"I would think so," he said. Jillian glared at
him, and he tried to repair the damage, "Oh, but I'm sure you’re
much better."

She smiled and looked away as she asked,
"Remember when she wanted to do that threesome with us?"

"I do," he said quickly.

"I wonder who would have made you cum—me or
her."

His eyes widened as he said, "I, uh, really
couldn’t say."

"We probably would both have been fighting over
who put her lips on you to finish you off," she drawled sexily. His
jaw dropped. "I can’t wait for tomorrow night. I'm so horny and
freaking wet right now." She rubbed her hands together, and her
lustful, hazy look evaporated. "Anyway," she said, completely
switching gears—every drop of sensuality present in the last forty
seconds of her X-rated exposition snuffed out like a candle stepped
on by an elephant.

He glanced at her dizzied and wondering where
all that sensuality had gone. Just because she’d turned the corner
didn't stop his breathing from becoming labored, his heart from
pumping like mad, and his brain from directing every once of blood
it could spare to his now fully-rigid penis.

She said, "Now I can dream about you all night.
Will you dream about me?"

"Well, probably now I will." He gave her a weak
smile and then rolled over to hide his disappointment.

She kissed him on the cheek, "Goodnight."

"Night."

Jillian slipped out of the room. Brian lay there
for almost sixty seconds before he reached down and felt how still
unbelievably hard he was. He said quietly, "How the hell can women
just turn it off like that? You can't wait until tomorrow night…a
man would say why wait!" He paused a moment, tossed off the covers,
and then headed toward the bathroom.

Once inside he pulled down his boxers and looked
at his impressive penis. He said to himself, "You know I was fine
before—she had to see it…she had to kiss it and start with the
threesome stuff. Geez." He squirted Jillian's lotion into his hand
and began to work off the pressure…

Victoria was walking toward her room carrying a
drink. She met Jillian in the hall, and they shared another quick
hug. She stood in front of her door and waited until Jillian
disappeared into her room, and then she headed to Brian's room. She
knocked once softly and then slipped inside. She saw the light on
in the bathroom and headed over quietly.

She stood outside and listened to Brian moaning
and saying. "Oh, Jillian, I love when you suck my cock. Now girls
don’t fight…There's plenty of me for both of you…Oh…Victoria,
that's it—lick my balls."

Victoria grinned. She pushed open the door a
little and caught the reflection of Brian in the mirror with his
death grip on his hard penis while his other hand massaged his
balls. His face was all contorted and serious. She broke into a
giggle. He spun to look at her, in heart-stopping surprise, as he
covered his groin. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

She gave him a mock angry look. "I can't believe
you're using me to fuel your spank bank!"

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his
waist as he said, "What the fuck?"

Victoria glanced down to the towel and his still
protruding penis. "I just wanted to talk to you. I can wait until
you're done if you want. It looks like you really need to
finish."

Brian looked to the problem area and frowned as
he said, "I don't need to. This is all Jillian's fault anyway."

He sat on the toilet, sighed, and looked up to
her. She gave him a sexy smile, "So you had me licking your balls
while she was blowing you?"

"No, I didn't."

"I heard you say it." Victoria glared at him as
she asked, "Why the hell am I relegated to ball-licking duty?"

He sighed and admitted sheepishly, "I was just
about to switch you two up." Victoria shook her head with a grin as
he continued, "Look, Jillian was just in here teasing me. We
haven't done it in like a week and—"

"Saving it for the wedding night?"

"Well that and I've been recovering…" he made
eyes directing her gaze to his groin.

"Oh, I completely forgot about. So did
everything stop bleeding?"

"Yeah," he groaned. He looked
at her desperate for understanding. "She actually kissed it and
then said something about you having your lips on it when I…" He
glared at her as he continued, "
saved your
life…
and
then she
mentioned that threesome you suggested a few months
ago."

A wide smile spread on her face. "She mentioned
it, huh?"

"Yeah. She even wondered which
one of you would make me cum. And which one of you would be better
doing that…Jesus she says all this sexy dirty crap and then leaves
me in bed and obviously unable to sleep on my stomach." Victoria's
face brightened with the realization, and he continued, "…and then
she expects me
not
to whack off. Is she nuts?"

"I can’t believe she really wants to have a
threesome with me."

"What? I didn’t say that. Don’t you dare tell
her I told you any of this."

"So, who did you think would be better at
it?"

"Of course I said she would."

Victoria gave him a skeptical look. He glared at
her. "Don't say anything. I'm serious."

"Relax." She glanced at his lap, which had
returned almost to normal. Then she said, "Look everything is back
down. Can we talk now?"

He nodded with a frown. "Can I get dressed
first?"

"Sure."

"Could you turn around?"

She gave him a look that
screamed,
seriously
.

"Oh fuck it," he said as he tossed the towel
down exposing his not completely flaccid cock while he glared right
at her and pulled on his boxers. She grinned the whole time. He
walked past her and got into bed.

He was up against the headboard as she sat on
the mattress. "I need some advice."

"On what?"

She gave him an apologetic look. "I did just
have sex with Jim."

Brian looked at her shocked. "Just now?"

"No, before. Right before he was with
Caroline."

"So you lied to Jillian. I can’t believe—"

She raised her eyebrows, "Yes, I lied. You
should try it sometime. The right lie can save a lot of hurt
feelings."

"So you guys did it, and then ten minutes later
he was having sex with her. How the hell does he do it?"

Victoria added proudly, "He even came twice with
me."

"Twice?" Brian asked with his mouth wide
open.

"Yes, he's a machine. Can I get you to focus on
the problem?"

Brian stared right through her. "God, I wish I
was twenty-one again."

Victoria slapped him lightly across the face. He
glared at her. "What the hell?"

"Listen!"

"What?"

"Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"When he asks you for advice on this—"

"What makes you think he'll…" He stopped when he
saw her expression.

She began again with a scolding voice, "WHEN HE
asks you for advice on this, you tell him to never tell Caroline
that we slept together again."

"You really think he didn't tell her?"

Victoria raised her eyebrows as if to say he was
a complete moron.

"Right she had sex with him and all so, of
course…"

She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she
looked at him with a bored expression, he continued, "Sorry. Most
of my blood still hasn't returned to my brain. I'm still recovering
and not thinking all that clearly."