I lean down and kiss his shoulder. “Deep breath,” I whisper before pulling out.
Noah and I collapse on either side of Jessica, a heap of sweaty limbs, our ragged breathing filling the otherwise silence of the room.
“Fuck, that was…” Jessica throws her forearm over her face and lets out a breathy giggle.
Noah’s lips form a smile as he rolls onto his side and leans on his elbow, pulling her arm away from her face and kissing the inside of her wrist.
“Epic,” Noah finishes.
She nods, licking her lips, her face and skin flushed with the freshly fucked glow, just how I like her.
“It was fucking hot,” I say.
Her eyes find mine, and she shakes her head in mock indignation, but it’s not like she can deny it; it’s the truth.
Noah kisses her clavicle and then leans over to kiss me.
“I really need to shower so I can drop off Aspen,” he says.
I nod, and both Jessica and I watch shamelessly as his arse cheeks flex as he walks out of the room in all his naked glory.
Jessica raises her head but quickly flops back to the pillow. “I don’t think I can move,” she admits.
I smirk as I move off the bed to stand. “Then I’ll carry you,” I say, scooping her into my arms.
She laughs, her arms going around my neck. “Such an old romantic,” she teases.
I raise an eyebrow. “Less of the old, if you please.”
“Whatever you say, old man.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“I do love it when you’re a brat,” I reply. “I get to punish you with pleasure later.” If it’s edging, she wants, it’s edging she shall get. I place her on the bathroom counter. She shrieks at the cold surface; a shock to her senses.
I cock a brow. “Let’s hope your bath is warmer, hmm.”
It’s moments like these that I live for—the carefree love and happy banter between us, being unapologetically ourselves.We have our moments, like all relationships; of course, we do. Navigating this new chapter as a throuple is a work in progress, and there has been a lot of compromise and communication, but to me, Jessica and Noah are perfect.
Chapter Four
JESSICA
I can’t stop fidgeting. In fact, I think I might be sick.
“Sweet girl.” Noah pulls my thumb away from my mouth to stop me from chewing at the skin. It’s been a while since I last felt this nervous about something, but in a good way. “It’s going to be amazing, you’ll see. Have the same faith in yourself that we have in you.”
I can’t help but blush from his praise. Something about his complete faith in me slays me in ways I can’t even articulate.
“Come here.” He pulls me into his body, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as he lowers his mouth to mine for a searing kiss.
I’m like putty in his hand as he devours me, makes me forget my nerves, and stirs something else low in my belly. Not that it’s difficult.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.
“You don’t have to thank me, it’s true.”
I sense Caleb before I feel his hand on my lower back, cocooning me between them as his lips brush my ear.
“Come on, little temptress, let’s get this party started.”
