She groans as he slams his mouth down on hers. She grants him access straight away, his tongue dominating her mouth as she clings to the lapels of his suit jacket.
The sight has my cock hardening, and my interest piqued as I watch him tongue fuck her mouth.
His free hand moves to cup her breast, and my arousal dissipates.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, already walking away.
“Wait,” Caleb calls. I pause my steps, my back to him.
“How about some company?” he asks.
I look over my shoulder, noting the lust in Jessica’s eyes, her lips parted on a ragged breath.
“Or how about you continue what you started with our girl, and I’ll join you when I’m done,” I say, arching a brow.
I don’t wait for a reply as I leave them behind me, instantly feeling like a cunt as I make my way to the ensuite of the guest room for the second time today.
As much as it turns me on to see them together, I know I’m far from in the mood to play. It’s nothing to do with my attraction to them and everything to do with me.
The fear of them noticing or feeling the lump makes me anxious. And for the first time in what feels like a long time, I’m uncomfortable in my own skin.
I hate myself a little bit more by hoping by the time I’ve showered, and they’ve had a little time to placate each other’s needs, maybe they’ll be too tired to carry on with me. Which I already know is ridiculous. Caleb is a man of stamina, and Jessica’s has improved so much since we first got together. She’s as insatiable as we are, well, usually anyway.
I lock the bathroom door behind me, just in case either of them gets other ideas and does, in fact, try to join me.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror and my sweat-soaked t-shirt, I realise I might as well be cheating on them with how I’m acting. I’m ashamed of my behaviour and questioning if I truly deserve them.
After spending longer than necessary under the spray, I drag myself out and check on Aspen, who is happily mouthing a toy in her bed, and then I make my way to our bedroom.
Jessica and Caleb are already in bed. Jessica’s eyes are heavy as she tries in vain to read whatever book she has on her e-reader while Caleb sits beside her shirtless, his back resting against the headboard, tapping away at his laptop.
He glances up as I enter. “You okay?” he asks, closing the lid upon my entering. “I was going to come and get you,” he says.
I nod. “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t realise how much I needed that shower,” I reply, running the towel through my wet hair, already wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt, but thankfully he doesn’t comment.
“Noah,” Jessica says, her voice tired as she rests her device on the bedside table and holds her hand towards me.
I willingly take her hand in mine as she tugs me in for a sweet kiss.
“Scoot,” I say and pull back the cover.
She shuffles backwards towards Caleb, who places his laptop on the other bedside table, his gaze returning to me.
“Did you take care of our girl?” I ask him.
He nods. “Of course. Twice, in fact. A shame you missed it.”
I lean over and kiss her lips softly. “And did you return the favour?” I ask her.
“Of course,” she replies, unable to stifle her yawn.
“Sleep, sweet girl,” I say, resting my hand on her hip.
“Torquay can’t come quickly enough,” Caleb says, covering my hand with his. “You’re both working too hard. Sleep, Noah.”
“I love you,” I reply.
“Love you too, both of you,” he says.
