Noah’s mouth moves to my breast as he sucks my peak into his mouth, his teeth clamping over my nipple.
All the while fucking me in tandem with Caleb.
And I know before it happens, I’m about to lose control completely.
“That’s it, chase it, Jessica,” Noah says on a grunt as he moves harder, faster. Caleb joining suit as he looks down at their embedded cocks deep inside me.
“Yes, Jessica,” Caleb growls. “That’s it, show us your pleasure. Give us everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
And I do. I come hard, squirting, crying out as I writhe between them as they fuck me senseless and straight into another climax until I’m in a subspace.
Chapter Forty-Three
CALEB
To say I’ve been on cloud nine since the wedding a week ago would be an understatement, but that all comes crashing down when I pick up what I think is the letter Noah gave me on our wedding day. It takes me longer than it should for me to digest what I’m seeing. My eyes scan the words, and I see fucking red. It would appear the honeymoon period is officially over.
I’ve barely been home a few minutes and was about to change out of my work suit when I noticed my phone battery was low. I only came in here to grab Noah’s charger, but this piece of paper caught my eye when I went to retrieve the charger from the desk drawer.
I storm out of his office and go in search of Noah and find him working out in our home gym.
“Is this what I think it is?” I ask, waving the letter at Noah.
His eyes flick to my hand and then back to my face, his lips parting as it clicks into place.
He holds up his hands. “Caleb, it was just in case?—”
I don’t give him a chance to reply as my hand wraps around his throat, and I push him back against the wall, air rushing from his lungs
“Do not even finish that fucking sentence,” I seethe.
He shoves at my chest enough to make me take a step back, but my hand remains around his throat.
“Caleb, you can’t keep running from this, and if the worst should happen?—”
I shove him again hard, causing him to grunt from the impact.
“I don’t need to do fucking anything. But you need to stop talking like the worst is going to happen, because it’s not.”
He grinds his jaw, holding my gaze. “But it’s also no time for things to be left unsaid. I’d rather just in case. That’s my fucking choice, Caleb, not yours. Mine.” He hits his chest for emphasis.
“It’s a fucking death letter,” I state, my anger rising.
This time when he shoves me again, I release his throat and step back, gripping my hair in frustration.
“I know you’re angry, Caleb. Don’t you think I am too?”He’s pacing now, gripping the back of his neck. “Don’t you think I’m fighting with everything I’ve got? I don’twant to leave you or Jessica. I want to see Jessica pregnant, growing our baby. I want to grow old with you.”
He’s breathless now, his own anger palpable.
“So don’t presume any of this is easy,” he continues, “because it’s fucking not—it’s excruciating. You and Jessica are my entire world. You’re my reason for living, for breathing, for fighting. You are my everything.”
I try to swallow down the lump of emotion, making it near on impossible to breathe as I take a staggered step back, my hand still gripping onto his damn letter. Because I fucking get it, of course I do, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“I love you Caleb, and don’t think that letter there,” he says, eyes flicking to the envelope in my hand. “Means that I don’t. I just needed to know that if, and I do mean if, the day came where I wasn’t able to say what I needed to, that you’d maybe findcomfort there. Not much, but hopefully just enough. It doesn’t mean I won’t spend every day showing you how much I love you either, it’s just a fail-safe, something for my peace of mind. Because fuck, Caleb, you and Jessica will still have each other. But my biggest fear is when I leave this plane of existence I’ll be all alone in a void, my soul searching for the rest of its pieces because without you it’s not fucking whole.”
He’s right in front of me now, his nostrils flaring, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, his hands trembling at his sides.
Words fail me, but the look of need pouring off him has my body reacting. I grab his hips and spin him until he’s pressed against the wall, and I claim his mouth.
