Holly's Intuition by Saskia Walker Page A

he eased his considerable erection inside him. Joshua’s fingers dug deeper into the pillows as Stewart urged him to relinquish. His balls throbbed, ejaculation imminent. When his body gave and Stewart pushed deep, edgy emotions shot through him. The dark thrill of being owned, being invaded, by Stewart was like a decadent narcotic, and Josh was flying high on it. With Stewart’s cock massaging from the rear while his fist jerked him off, Joshua was in ecstasy.
     
    Hol y thrust her hand between her legs and rubbed herself vigorously. Lust burned in her. It wasn’t enough. Resting one foot up against the edge of the bath, she opened her legs wide and rested her shoulders back against the cistern. With her free hand she opened her folds then thrust two fingers inside, hungry for release, desperate for it.
    This is what they are doing to me, making me crazy .
    In the flat next door, Joshua hit his peak. Static needled his entire skin. He roared aloud as he ejaculated. Hol y took herself over the edge, her body squirming, her hips rocking back and forth as she rode her fingers and orgasm blistered through her.
    She slumped back, shocked at the intensity of what she’d experienced, helplessly bound to it. The drip, drip, drip of a shower not turned off properly counted the time as it passed. It took a good two minutes or so for her to level. That was when it occurred to her that in less than twenty-four hours she would be with them again.
    With a self-deprecating laugh, she shook her head. How the hell am I going to look them in the eye tomorrow night, after this?
    Wel , she had to do it. No backing out this time, because she’d promised and Josh needed her. Pul ing her towel into position she stood up, and faced the fact that it was going to take some high-level meditation to push it out of her mind and be nothing more than a social butterfly.
     

Chapter Six
    Joshua’s family home was a large, semi-detached house in the north London suburb of Ruislip. By the time they got there the street was lined with cars and the party was spil ing through al the rooms, the animated crowd visible through the windows. Despite the fact it was a cold spring night, the front door stood open to greet them as they pul ed up on the opposite side of the street. Hol y peered out of the car and reflected that Mrs Dawson’s comment about a smal family gathering was a definite understatement. Had she done that to play it down, to encourage Joshua to attend? From what he’d said during dinner the night before, he’d not been his usual social self since the accident. What with that and the changes in his relationship status over the past year, he’d stayed away. Hol y, who was party to al of that through her psychic connection, longed to see what he was like without al of it haunting him.
    She couldn’t help wanting to see him unburdened and truly happy. He was getting there. In fact he was up and eager for the party al day long.
    Stewart parked the car then turned to Josh. “Wel , good luck.”
    “Is that sarcasm I detect in your tone?” Joshua gave a wry laugh.
    Hol y smiled to herself. She was aware of his underlying concerns, but, more than that, she knew he wanted to be here with both of them. There was a deviant edge to that, they both felt it, but he wanted it nonetheless. That made her simmer, and she was already enjoying herself as a result. Processing Josh’s emotions was becoming quite the ride, because Josh had surprised himself over the course of the day. His initial reaction to the way this had transpired faded, because he’d convinced himself that the focus would be on his sister, Donna, and her fiancé, Wil . He’d pushed away a lot of the tension surrounding his forthcoming announcement about Stewart and their relationship, if only for the time being.
    Josh held her door for her as she climbed out. “You look beautiful,” he said, looking over her outfit with approval.
    “Yes,” Stewart interjected teasingly, as he