“That’s very sound advice. We may not be able to comprehend how many more obstacles you face, but I agree with O, own every single milestone,” Noah says.
All the guys agree, and it makes my heart pang in my chest. Damn, now that’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Thank you, I will.”
Octavia raises her glass and takes a sip. “And remember, if the amount of testosterone from these two gets to be too much, you have my number. Maybe me, you, and the girls could do a spa day soon,” she suggests.
I nod. “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk to Lily and Avery to arrange something.”
“Perfect, I look forward to it.”
“I think a guy’s night doesn’t sound half bad either,” Lucien says, flicking his gaze to Ezra and then Caleb and Noah.
I feel Caleb groan, and Octavia laughs.
“On that note, I’ll leave you to your evening. We have dinner plans,” she says, standing with her brothers.
Caleb moves to stand, but she shakes her head.“Stay, finish your champagne. Jessica, I’ll speak to you soon.”
Lucien and Ezra say their goodbyes, and we watch them all disappear behind a set of doors for staff only.
“I feel like a spa weekend with the girls spells trouble,” Caleb says.
“What, and a guy’s night out doesn’t? Anyway, what? Don’t you trust me?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You, irrevocably. I have no qualms with Lily, but O and Avery together, not so much.”
I playfully swat his shoulder.
“What, they might lead you astray,” he says, his tone playful.
I shake my head. “Doubtful, you know me better than that,” I reply.
He smirks before suddenly reaching for me and pulling me into his lap, a surprised sound escaping me.
“Caleb,” I admonish.
He just shrugs, his hand sliding up one of the slits in my dress that stops mid-thigh, however, his hand does not as he nudges my legs apart enough for him to graze his fingers over my lace underwear. But it’s not his touch so much as the device coming to life inside me that has me wanting to squeeze my thighs together.
Noah moves to sit in front of the booth, facing us but blocking anyone’s view as Caleb adjusts me on his lap. To anyone else, it would be clear something is going on, but they won’t see my most intimate parts.
I don’t know which one of them holds the remote for the vaginal beads, but it picks up a notch, and I lean back into Caleb, unable to hide my groan.
“Careful, you don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, do you?” Caleb whispers against my ear just as his thumb presses against my clit.
I shake my head, but I honestly don’t care, not when I’m with them. We each have an interconnect wristbandthat signifies we don’t interact with others apart from our current party.
The speed increases some more, and I wiggle on Caleb’s lap, feeling his erection harden.
“Spread her legs for me, Caleb, I want to see if I can see how wet she already is from here.”
Caleb does as Noah asks, my thighs spreading over each of his as he pulls up the material of my dress. It makes perfect sense now why they insisted I wear this one; it’s accessible and will allow them to play more easily.
Another couple enters the roped-off area and smiles as they sit in another booth.
My cheeks burn, but it doesn’t stop the needy moan from escaping me as Caleb continues to tease my clit.
Chapter Eight
