“Well, I can’t stand fruitcake,” Caleb replies, scrunching his nose in the most adorable fashion.
“Yeah, but others do, and isn’t it like a staple at a wedding?” Noah asks.
“Listen, how about we have three tiers? A fruitcake that we cut and offer to guests who want fruit cake. That way, traditionisn’t lost, and then we can have the top two tiers whatever we want.”
Caleb smirks. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“So, red velvet?” I ask, licking my lips at the thought.
“And lemon,” Noah says over my shoulder.
Caleb looks between us. “Perfect.”
“Are you sure we can’t have four tiers?” I say. “That way, we can all choose one each. The fruit cake will be the heaviest, so that will be the base.”
“Honestly, I think they’ll be great, but if we did want to add another, how about chocolate?”
Noah reaches over. “It’s a deal, four tiers it is.”
“Well that wasn’t hard,” I say. “We haven’t even had a taste test yet.”
Caleb scoffs. “Well, firstly, we’re rarely ever not hard around you, and secondly, I think you’ll find we’ve tasted you plenty.”
And just like that, he has me blushing again.
“Anyway, now that’s cleared up, how about we try to sleep? We have a busy few weeks ahead of us,” Caleb says as his hand slips between the apex of my thighs, his fingers pushing inside me.
“Ahh,” I groan as he begins to slowly and torturously finger fuck me.
Noah’s hand moves to my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple, his mouth trailing kisses across my shoulder, then my neck to my ear. I moan as Caleb’s lips find mine. They play me perfectly, strumming every cord as if they’ve been practising their entire lives to bring me the ultimate pleasure.
I am so consumed by them, it’s exactly how I succumb to sleep with their hands and mouths all over my body.
Chapter Twenty-Five
JESSICA
I haven’t told Caleb or Noah yet, but I came off my contraceptive. I wanted it to be a surprise for our wedding night. I also have something else in mind, it’s why they don’t know it yet, but I will be asking that we all abstain from sex at least a week or so before the wedding.
I know how much Caleb loves delayed gratification, so this could just work in our favour. And that is also why me, Lily, and Avery will be heading to Ann Summers after we’ve had bottomless brunch, so I can treat myself to some sexy lingerie. They’re here to celebrate my engagement, but that’s not the only reason. I reach into my oversized tote, pull out the two gift bags, and slide them towards the girls.
Avery glances at the bag and then back to me.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“Open them and find out,” I reply, suddenly really bloody nervous.
They pull on the ribbon and reach for the small note and personalised bottles of prosecco. Then they each pull out the cookies I handmade and iced. It took me four attempts to get them just right.
Lily squeals and Avery stares back at me, her lips parted in surprise.
My palms sweat. What if they say no?
Avery pushes to her feet and rounds the table.
“Come here,” she says. I stand up, and she immediately pulls me into a hug. “Hell, yes, I’ll be your bridesmaid.”
She draws back and wipes under her eyes as Lily takes her place and hugs me too.
