Page 4 of The Best Number

His eyebrows raise. “For your threesome book?” There’s a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Yes. I’ve put an advert on a kink app for a couple to join.”

“What type of couple?” he asks, turning to face me. “Male and female or a different combination?”

“Two males. Ideally with experience of a female third.” Now I’ve told him I can’t seem to stop the words pouring out, even as a blush spreads across my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’ll find anything, but I don't know what else to try. I don’t really want to go to a sex club on my own. Some online friends recommended this app, and I thought I’d give it a go.”

A line forms between his brows. “You get all kinds on those sites. You need to be careful.”

I shrug and take a sip of my wine before I reply, “I will be. For now, I’m just going to filter the replies and then if I get any that aren’t dick pics and seem genuine, I’ll have a decent chat with them before I do anything like meet them.”

“Have you had many takers?” Playfulness sparkles in his blue eyes. Talking to him about this reminds me of how scorching him and Tom looked together and how much I wanted to squeeze myself between them.

I look at my watch and reply, “The ad has been up for less than an hour. Just one sleazy message when I checked before I came here.”

He pauses. “Would you be willing to have someone help you vet the replies?”

I think about it for a moment. I’m pretty savvy with this stuff, but a second pair of eyes can’t hurt. “Are you offering?”

“Yes. If you want a second opinion, I’d be happy to help.”

“Sounds good,” I reply. With anyone else, this could have been an awkward conversation, but Jack’s playful nature makes it easy to talk to him about my crazy ideas.

I change the subject and ask how his week has been while we put on a movie in the background. At one point, Jack’s phone screen lights up with an incoming text and I watch him covertly as he picks it up. His face lights up as he reads the message and his fingers fly over the screen as he types a quick reply.

“Tom’s got off work early and wants to know if he can come over. I’ve told him that’s okay. Is that alright?”

“Of course. I’ll get out of your hair then.” I move to get up out of the chair, but his hand reaches over to wrap around my wrist and pulls me back.

He laughs. “I wasn’t chucking you out, Cass. I’d like us all to hang out.”

“That sounds good.” I settle back to watch the movie while we wait for Tom to arrive. I’m intrigued to spend time with the guys together.

Chapter two

Cassidy

Isit on the sofa, pretending to watch the movie, with butterflies in my belly.Why am I nervous about seeing Tom again?We’ve seen each other in the hallway since the wardrobe malfunction incident in the bar, but he’s usually working on Friday nights when Jack and I tend to hang out.

The butterflies increase in volume and intensity with each minute that passes and I physically jump when the door buzzes. Jack chuckles in a deep rumble as he gets up to answer.

“I’m not sure why I’m jumpy. Sorry.” I cringe as I remember my scruffy attire.Not the best impression.

“It’s all good.” Jack opens the door and Tom steps into his bearhug. Maybe I won’t need to experiment; perhaps watching these two together will give me enough inspiration for my story. It’s easy to imagine myself squeezed between them right now. My nipples tighten as a wave of lust rolls over me.

The guys break apart and Jack puts his hand on Tom’s shoulder to steer him towards where I’m sitting. I realise Ishould have got up, but the guys have stepped closer now and I can’t do it without being awkward. Instead, I gaze up at them, certain that my mouth is hanging open. Jack’s gaze smoulders while Tom bites his lip as he watches me.

Jack smiles down at me. “You look like you’re about to drool.”

I bring my hand up to my mouth to check for dribble. This makes him laugh deep.

“Don’t be mean,” Tom says, smacking Jack on the shoulder. Then he turns back to me. “Mac, good to see you again.” Our eyes meet and hold for a while as pleasure spreads through me at the sound of the nickname.

I gulp before replying, “Hey, Tom. It’s lovely to properly meet you… I mean, umm… I’ve seen you in the hallway and that night at the bar and stuff.” I shut my mouth when I realise I’m stumbling over my words. Perhaps it’s because they’re towering over me and all I can think about is dropping to my knees and pleasuring them both with my mouth. I blush but also make a mental note to add that into my plot notes.That’s hot.

“Sit,” Jack tells Tom, pushing him down onto the couch beside me. “Do you want a drink? We’ve got wine open.”

“Got any beer left?”

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