“Anyway, back to me,” Mase says. “I remember a time when Jessica used to tell me how she wanted the perfect husband and the perfect happily ever after and I used to think if anyone deserved that, it would always be her. And the fact she gets that in double just proves how very deserving she is of that love and that happily ever after starts today. To the bride and grooms, wishing you all the love and happiness in the world.”
He raises his glass, and we all drink in toast.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
NOAH
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect day, surrounded by the most amazing people. It really highlights how fucking fortunate I am even with so much uncertainty ahead.
Caleb has a gleam in his eye, one full of wicked intent, as we enter the bedroom. I glance to the bed scattered with rose petals, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, and some truffles on the side.
Jessica picks up the note and laughs as she reads it out loud.
“Hope you enjoy your wedding night and make sure to butter all those crumpets. Love, Avery and Lily xoxo.”
Caleb pops the cork, pours us each a Bollinger, and holds his glass up.
“To us.”
“To us,” we repeat in unison.
Jessica smiles. “That was really sweet of them,” she says as she places her glass down and picks up a truffle, her eyes fluttering closed as she moans as it passes her lips, and I can’t help but groan in response.
“Fuck,” Caleb says, adjusting himself.
“Good?” I ask.
Her eyes open and find mine as she nods. “Hmm, delicious.”
“I mean, I could use a sweet treat,” Caleb says with a salacious grin as he drops to his knees, his hands moving to the hem of her dress as he begins to lift the material. “Noah, how about you give our girl another one of those truffles,” he suggests.
I reach over and pluck one from the tray.
Holding it to her lips, they part, and I look down to see Caleb’s head disappear between the apex of her thighs. I press the truffle to her mouth, and she bites down. Whatever Caleb does next has her entire body reacting, shivers racing through her as her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
“Is he using his fingers or his mouth?” I ask Jessica as she chews and swallows the chocolate. “Or both.”
Instead of answering, her eyes roll into the back of her head as she reaches out to clutch his shoulders for support.
“Hmm, both,” I say as I press my mouth to her pulse point. “How do you want us, sweet girl, lady’s choice?”
Caleb and I already discussed this. Tonight is her night, whatever she desires, we’ll make it happen.
But she doesn’t manage to answer as the sound of erotic pleasure explodes from her throat, causing my dick to harden beneath my trousers.
I kiss the pulse point on her neck as I undo my belt buckle and lower my zip.
My lips whisper against the shell of her ear. “I want to hear you scream when you come,” I say, because I know Caleb will get her there imminently. Tonight isn’t about delayed gratification or edging. It’s about worshipping her until she is so consumed with pleasure that she forgets her own name, and she no longer knows where she ends and where we begin.
I reach into my trousers and adjust myself. Fuck, the noises coming from her have me wanting to take myself in my hand and fucking join her, but this one is purely for her.
Leaning back, I watch as a thin sheen of sweat breaks out on her brow, her entire body shaking now, and it’s almost too much I could literally come in my boxers.
“Yes, whatever you’re doing Caleb, keep doing it. Just. Like. That.”
She explodes, convulsing as her orgasm crests and spills into rapturous bliss.
Her mouth parts on a scream as his name leaves her lips. She’s free to be as loud as she wants, it’s just us here tonight.
