Page 107 of Saved By Two

“Little one, look at me.” I can hear the anguish in his voice. “Please don’t shy away from this. Please don’t close yourself off to me.”

He caresses my cheeks with his thumbs, a coaxing touch so gentle, I open my eyes, failing to blink back the tears he catches with his thumbs.

“You say that now, but I’m still fucked up, Caleb. I still have issues, stuff I need to work through. And nothing about any of this with us is conventional. It won’t be easy.”

Caleb’s expression softens, his eyes roaming over my face. “I know that, and Noah knows that. Nothing worth having will ever be easy. But we’re willing to try and face those challenges together. Find a way to make this work between all three of us.”

He drops his hands and slowly steps back. He hardly moves, and yet the distance is too much. “Believe me, we want that. We want you. We want you to stay. But if you don’t, and you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”

And with that, he turns and walks away.

I already know I don’t want to leave because when given a choice, I realise there no longer is one, not where these two men are concerned. Because I’ve already lost my heart to them. Nothing about this is going to be linear, but if I can’t fight for them, for myself, how can I expect anyone else to?

ChapterFifty-Seven

CALEB

My entire body is tense as I turn and walk away, leaving Jessica stunned. I won't force her, not ever. I want her to want us the way we want her. I head into the dining room and straight to the small bar in the corner. Grabbing a crystal tumbler, I pour two fingers of whiskey and take a huge gulp.

"Caleb."

I pause the glass to my lips as her hand grips my shoulder, and she tugs. Placing the glass down, I relent and turn to face her.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm a mess, but I also want that. I want the two of you."

I grip the back of her neck. "Are you sure?"

She nods, determination in her gaze, and I cave, my lips crashing against hers in a searing kiss. It's a frenzy as we each strip each other of our clothing until we're left in our underwear.

Gripping her arse, I lift her until she wraps her legs around my hips and then I pin her against the wall.

"Wait," she says breathlessly, turning her face away. I panic, almost dropping her, thinking I've hurt her.

"What about Noah?" she asks, rolling her hips, causing friction between us.

Gripping her chin, probably a little too hard, I make her look at me. "What about him?" I ask.

"He's not here, and we're about to…" She looks down between us, the bulge of my erection heavy in my boxers. "Have sex."

I'm stunned momentarily, lost for words, until she grinds her hips against me, and I groan.

"He won't mind, I promise."

Her eyes study me. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "Would it bother you if I was fucking Noah without you being there?"

She pushes her head back against the wall. "What, no, of course not."

I smile. "Exactly, and neither will he. Now are you going to get on your knees and take my dick like a good girl?"

My hold on her releases, and she slides down until she kneels before me and pulls down my boxers. I kick them off at my ankles.

There's no teasing as she takes me into her mouth, eyes on me. I watch as she hollows her cheeks and takes my dick like a good girl. I could get lost in her mouth as she pleasures me. But I don't want to come down her throat. I grab her by the shoulders, and she releases me with a pop before I have her standing back against the wall as I drop to my knees, tear her knickers off and pull her hips towards my face.

"Lose the bra and touch your tits while I tongue fuck your cunt."

Her entire body flushes as she does as she's told. I pull her to my mouth and start fucking her with my tongue slowly. She whimpers, and I know how close she is, but I don't give it to her; instead, I force myself to pull away. Tugging her by the wrist, I spin her to the dining room table until her back is to my chest.

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