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“I know that's the next step, but I’m still not sure she’s ready, and I don’t want to scare her off. She has a safe haven here, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say a small part of me is worried she’ll bolt.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “I don’t think she will, but communication is important. What do her body cues tell you?”

“That she’s attracted to us, but this will be a huge step emotionally and mentally.”

Noah nods. “I think that's a given.”

“And yet we can’t keep ignoring it.”

“So, we’ll talk to her together and hope for the best.”

A glint touches his eyes when he stares back at me. “When do you want to talk to her?” he asks.

I lift my shoulders. “As soon as the moment seems right.”

Which I hope is sooner rather than later. I want all our cards on the table and pray that she doesn’t retreat into herself when we do.

ChapterTwenty-One

NOAH

I saw the signs that Caleb liked Jessica. He has these tells usually only reserved for me, so I figured it would be a matter of time before he broached the subject. I’m glad it’s more than just physical, though, because whatever this is, I know for a fact I couldn’t—wouldn’t—start anything with Jessica without my feelings being involved.

We also need to, at some point, discuss what that would mean for us and her brother, Mason, but that's something for another day. It’s a moot point until we’ve tracked him down anyway.

These growing feelings for Jessica in no way take away from my love for Caleb, but something about her fits so effortlessly with us in our home. Yes, the circumstances that brought her here are not ones I would ever wish upon her or anyone else, but maybe it’s happenstance. If Mason had been home, she never would have come here. As cliche as it sounds, things happen the way they do for a reason.

I know Jessica has said something about wanting to take a bath. Otherwise, I’d be knocking on her door right now, asking her to talk to us, but the fact she’s now comfortable enough to take a bath and relax fills me with pride.

Taking a sip of his whiskey, Caleb looks over the rim of the glass, his lips so full and inviting, as he stares at me with abandon, the tension building into something else entirely—damn this man and the effect he has on my libido.

I shift in my seat.

“You keep looking at me like that, and you know what will happen.” His voice is deep and smoky.

I smirk. “That is exactly what I was hoping for.”

A deep moan vibrates through his chest, his eyes deep pools of darkness as his nostrils flare.

My verbal response gave me the reaction I was hoping for.

He spreads his thighs, the bulge between his legs impossible to ignore. With his elbow resting on the arm of the sofa, he holds the glass in his palm in such a relaxed pose but with so much power.

“How about you put that smart mouth of yours to work.”

Finishing my drink, I place my glass on the table before pushing up from the armchair. I make my way over, his gaze fixated on me. It's predatory, and yet he hasn’t even moved. I lower myself to my knees, run my hands over his thick thighs, and then reach between his legs, cupping his hard erection through the material of his joggers and massage him gently.

“Hmmm, someone is ready for me,” I say, tugging at the waistband slowly, releasing his hard length from his joggers. I love that he’s commando, too. He shifts, raising his arse, allowing me to tug them over his thighs and legs. I want to feel his flesh underneath my palms.

Taking the glass from him, I take a sip of the amber liquid before placing it on the coffee table and then reach under his t-shirt, pushing it up his torso. His abs tense as my fingertips graze over his hot-as-sin skin.

I pull it over his head until he’s naked before me, sitting there in all his masculine glory. I’m aware that Jessica could walk in at any moment, and so is he, but something about that is thrilling and only turns me on even more.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

I stroke his thighs, watching his dick jump from the contact—the wet tip engorged, enticing and inviting—studying his length before I dive in. My dick hardens at the thought; giving this man head always turns me the fuck on. I wrap my fist around his generous girth, loving how hot he feels beneath my palm.

“I could spend hours stroking you, licking you, teasing you,” I say, keeping my eyes on him as I speak.

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