Page 47 of Caged Heat

“If you don’t think you’re doing anything wrong, then you have nothing to feel ashamed about, Nora. Our relationship isn’t hurting anyone, and we’re all on board. I know it’s out of the norm, but once I wrapped my head around it, I saw more advantages than disadvantages. You should give your son the benefit of the doubt. You raised him to be open-minded, so let him be.”

August’s words hit me square in the chest, the anxiety and fear that I’d been harboring dissipating with his words. He was absolutely right. I wasn’t giving Mack a chance to be the man I knew he was and was only hindering us by keeping it a secret.

“You’re right. I’ll set something up for when Jackson’s back and Mack’s free. It’s time he meets the new men in my life.”

August smiled, the action stealing my breath as he leaned forward and kissed me. “Come on. I’ve got some steaks to grill, and then I have an idea on how to torture Jackson.”

“I’d say you were mean, but since I benefit from your silly competition, I’m not going to complain.”

August chuckled, taking my hand as I climbed out of the car and headed into his house. I knew I’d miss Jackson, but having this time with August and being fully present with him was nice.

My phone beeped, rousing me out of my sleep. It was early, so the sound captured my attention. Reaching for it, I brought it to my face and unlocked it.

Jackson: Ella, I miss you.

Jackson: I’m so horny. Talk to me, babe, before I go insane.

Jackson: Tell August to quit hogging you. I know you’re probably taking his fat cock right now.

Jackson: Shit, just thinking about it gets me hard.

Jackson: Ella. Baby. I need you.

Jackson: I’m desperate. Talk to me.

My pulse spiked at his comments, erasing the irritation at being woken up early. I opened the chat window, his dots dancing before I could respond.

Jackson: I feel bad for waking you, but I’m also so lonely and miss you that I don’t care.

Jackson: Ella?

Eleanor: Hey. I’m sorry you’re lonely.

Jackson: Want to help?

Eleanor: What do you need?

Jackson: Video chat me? Let me see you, baby.

Eleanor: Really? I’ve never done that before.

Jackson: Fuck. Even better. Yes, baby. Give me a call.

Eleanor: One second.

I glanced over and found August still sound asleep, so I crawled out of bed and padded my way to the bathroom. August had remodeled it and installed an enormous walk-in shower. It had four shower heads, heated floors, a bench, and the perfect little wall to sit on and enjoy all the shower sex I wanted without fear of slipping.

Closing the door, I flicked on the light and blinked as my eyes adjusted. The phone started ringing a few seconds later, and I rolled my eyes at Jackson’s impatience.

“I told you to wait,” I said, scolding him.

“I can’t help it. I miss you.” His face came into view, the early morning sky appearing in the background.

“Your pitch soon?” I asked, realizing it was two hours earlier there.

“Yeah. But I’m nervous and horny. Typically, I jerk one out to ease some tension, but I can’t seem to do that without you now.”

“Oh. Um. How can I help?” I asked, peering around the room like it might have the answer.

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