“Congratulations, sweet girl,” he says, holding up his glass.
Everyone else raises their glasses.
Jessica thanks everyone and keeps it short and sweet, but it in no way diminishes how grateful she is to everyone for their love and support.
Chapter Seven
JESSICA
Tonight is finally date night at Formidable. They promised me we could go after my restaurant opening, and that was nearly two weeks ago. I smile when I recall how much coaxing it took for Caleb to concede and agree finally. He wanted to make sure I was ready. I love that about him, though. But we’ve been several times now, and I feel much more comfortable. For some reason, what I pictured and what it’s like are vastly different. That’ll teach me for stereotyping.
Even after two years of being with them, they never cease to amaze me and keep our relationship fresh. Don’t get me wrong, some of my favourite times are the three of us at home with Aspen loafing on the sofa and chilling in one of their discarded t-shirts in a pair of fluffy socks or slippers.
It turns out, unsurprisingly, that I like to watch, specifically Caleb and Noah, and something about watching them at the club has turned me on beyond my wildest dreams. To the point that sometimes I swear I could come just from watching alone.
It’s fun and erotic in the scenes we play. We never engage with anyone else, that’s not what this is about.
But knowing they’re both mine is all the turn-on I need. I run my palms over my dress for what feels like the tenth time as we make our way to Formidable.
Caleb glances at me before reaching over to squeeze my thigh.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking between me and the road.
Noah leans forward, his face poking out between the seats.
“You excited, sweet girl?”
I nod, biting down on my lower lip.
“More excited,” I admit, turning my face to his.
His thumb and forefinger catch my chin, and he pulls me in for a kiss.
A clearing of a throat has him drawing back and smirking.
“There’ll be time for that later,” Caleb says.
Noah just chuckles. “You wouldn’t be saying that if I was kissing you too.”
Caleb glances at him, an eyebrow raised. “Hmm, and risk either of your safety? I’ll wait until I have you both at my mercy at the club.”
He returns his focus to the road as Noah sits back.
Less than ten minutes later, we make our way into the club and head for a private section where Octavia meets us.
She’s wearing a fitted black dress with a thigh-high split and a pair of killer heels.
“I love your shoes,” I say as she leans in, greeting me with a kiss on both cheeks.
“Thank you. I adore your dress,” she replies, holding out my hand and stepping back as she looks me up and down.
“Ours,” Caleb growls.
Octavia’s deep red lips lift into a wide smile.
“Okay, calm down. You need to learn the difference between a genuine compliment and flirting. And as gorgeous as you are, Jessica, unfortunately for me, I like the dick too much.”
Noah lets out a deep rumble of laughter. “So does she,” he says, pointing his thumb at me.
