A sweet, gentle smile spread across the American beauty's porcelain face before she gently kissed John's lips. Pulling back a moment, she whispered, "I love you too, Bear," before passionately kissing his lips again. As John talked, a warm sensation had spread across Gillian's chest. Her British lover may not be very articulate with his words, but he never hid how he was feeling, especially when it pertained to her. She knew exactly what John was talking about, because she had felt the exact same emotions when she'd met him.
Patrick watched his best mate intently as he spoke to Gillian. He was stunned to hear the man baring his soul to a woman. John had been with several women in the past. Some, he had even considered friends, but the Brit had never openly talked to them the way he was with Gillian. There was almost a softness that John emitted when he was near her. Up until now, Patrick had been the only person in John's life whom the Brit would confide in, but now Gillian appeared to join the very short list. Downing the rest of his wine, the Irishman sighed softly. He envied John as he watched the couple intimately embrace each other lovingly. Patrick was glad that John had finally found someone to share his life with, but if he was being honest, he wanted it too. Gillian clearly loved John, but could she love Patrick too?
The waiter clearing his throat, had the trio looking up as the food arrived at their table. Without a word, a second waiter arrived to refill their glasses before John waved them away. Both men smiled as they watched Gillian drool over the food as she silently clapped her hands. Each man's dick hardened in their pants at the moans coming from her mouth as she bit into her food. What made their cocks even harder, was the innocent way she licked the sauce from her lips before wiping it demurely with a cloth.
"This food is so good! I'll definitely need to go for a run tomorrow." Gillian grinned, taking a drink of her wine. When neither man responded, she looked at them. Seeing they were both staring at her instead of eating, she asked, "Aren't you guys going to eat?"
"We'd rather watch you." John smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at his kitten. "You're so fucking sexy when you eat, love." The Brit then leaned over and ran his tongue across her lips.
Just as John finished licking her lips, Gillian felt Patrick's finger lift her chin up and over so she could face him. Not wanting to be ignored, the Irishman kissed her lips gently. He softly laughed when he saw the glazed look of passion in her green eyes. Placing a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, he said, "You missed a spot, lovey. You need to be more careful. I would hate to see you get something on that dress."
"I think kitten might want us to take it off, boyo," John said, smiling at his mate. Then, in Gaelic, he added, "We'll let her enjoy her dinner, then we will enjoy dessert at the theater."
"Okay, new rule, boys," Gillian replied, rolling her eyes as she ate her dinner. "When the three of us are together, we speak in English. I know you two are talking about me."
"Of course, we are." John grinned, the dimples making his face almost boyish in appearance. "What else would we talk about?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something other than having sex with me," Gillian said demurely before taking another bite of her food.
"Johnny, let's humor her a little, shall we?" Patrick replied as he cut into his wagyu beef. Before putting the bite into his mouth, he looked at Gillian and said, "Tell us about your childhood, sweetheart. Did you have many friends?"
"I'm sorry, but there isn't much to tell," Gillian said, wiping her mouth with the cloth. "I was kind of a loner. The friends I did have at school were mostly male, but those relationships didn't carry over to home because Uncle Gary didn't want anyone coming over. I did okay, though, even without friends. I talked to myself a lot and daydreamed while playing in the woods. I do remember, though, that Gary had an old motorcycle that he would break out when he was sober. He would put me on the back of it, and we would ride for hours through the backwoods. Being on that motorcycle made me feel so free! I have always wanted to have my own bike, but it's just never been the right time to buy one. Have either or you ever ridden a motorcycle?"
Patrick and John both smiled at each other before the British billionaire said, "Actually, Pat and I ride all the time, kitten. Together, we have a rather large, extensive collection of bikes. Now that I know you like them, I'll have to see to it that we go for a ride."
"And a nice hard shag," Patrick replied, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His fingers traced one large breast through her dress. She mouthed the word "behave" to him before she pushed his hand away. The Irishman, not to be ignored, gripped her neck and placed a kiss on her lips. Breaking the kiss, he hungrily whispered, "Or, we could just do it right here."
"Pump the brakes, baby. We have all night," Gillian teased playfully before placing a chaste kiss on the Irishman's lips. She was fighting for control of her own emotions as her clit pulsed in her underwear, but she would be damned if she would let them know that.
Patrick clenched his jaw and growled in frustration before he picked up his glass and downed its contents. He couldn't wait until they were done with dinner. The Irishman was going to carry her to the limo and fuck her hard. The longer he sat beside her, the harder it was to control himself. Patrick wanted Gillian to enjoy herself, but damn, couldn't she hurry and eat her food?
"You mentioned that most of your friends were male," John said, gaining Gillian's attention back to him. "I imagine that men have been chasing you most of your adult life."
"I've never had trouble getting attention from men if that's what you mean. However, just because they chase, doesn't mean I let them have the prize."
"Tell me about your first time," John said, playing with the silken strands of her midnight hair. He envied the guy who had taken her virginity. How John wished he had been the lucky one.
"Well, I was twenty-years-old and in Greece on a study abroad trip." Gillian smiled fondly, thinking of her college years. "I met this guy, Christophe, who was our tour guide of sorts while there. Needless to say, we liked each other and went out on a couple dates. The sex was meh, at best. It sure wasn't the stuff that poets write about or people die over. I didn't learn how much fun sex could be until I met Benjamin."
"Who the fuck is Benjamin?" John asked, hating the smile playing on her lips as she thought of another man. He wanted to be the only one who brought a smile to her face.
"No one to concern yourself with, Pooh Bear. The relationship ended several years ago," Gillian reassured him before placing another kiss on his lips. "Benjamin and I had a friends-with-benefits kind of thing for about three years. He was big, handsome, and successful, and although he tried to take the relationship farther, we were never more than just friends. Benji gave me my first orgasm, though."
"What happened to the bastard?"
"I'm not sure what happened to him. I moved away and just lost contact with him." Gillian shrugged in response. Scooting closer to John, she could tell talking about another man bothered him. She still could not believe that a man as beautiful and successful as John would have any insecurities. Taking his bearded face between her hands, Gillian ran her tongue along his lips before she whispered, "Don't worry, Bear. I love you, baby. You're all I want and need."