Page 73 of The Best Number

One Year Later

Irace upstairs, my hand covering my bottom as I run. It’s a rare occurrence for me to get up these stairs without Tom or Jack slapping my arse as I do so. I can feel Jack close on my heels, chasing me. His hand grazes my left calf and I shriek, increasing my pace. Loki, our border collie, barks from the bottom of the staircase, eager to join in with the chase. Jack’s hearty laugh follows me. My heart pounds, my breath coming out in fast pants.

“Run faster, Cass,” Jack taunts.

I reach the top of the stairs, but my brief hesitation while deciding which way to run fails me. Jack’s arms swing aroundme as he reaches the landing. He lifts me before swinging me into his arms. His grin is infectious and a giggle bubbles from my lips as he leans down to kiss me.

“Caught ya,” he declares. “Now, what should I do with you?” He pretends to give it some thought.

“You could let me go again,” I suggest with a smirk on my lips.

“Where would the fun be in that?”

“You could chase me again. I like it.”

He chuckles his response. “I figured that. No doubt if I touched you right now, your pussy would be soaking.” He raises an eyebrow.

I squirm, a blush creeping up my cheeks. He keeps a tight hold on me so I can’t escape and heads down the hallway towards our bedroom.

“Knock knock,” he shouts as both of his hands are full of me.

“Come in,” Tom drawls from the other side. I shiver at the deep tone of his voice. That tone usually means he has plans for me. Or for Jack. Or sometimes both of us.

Jack shoulders the door open and steps inside the large room, where our Alaskan King bed takes pride of place in the centre. It’s a nightmare changing the sheets with each side of the bed having its own postal code, but I have two strapping men to help me, thankfully. And we need the space with the three of us sharing. Sometimes Loki sneaks on, too. Tom was adamant that no dogs would be allowed on the furniture, but Loki only ever comes up after Tom gets home from a late shift.So how does that rule work, Mr Mitchell?

Tom steps out from the en suite bathroom, buck naked. He places his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side as he takes in the sight of me cradled in Jack’s arms.

“I heard you scream, Mac. Everything okay?”

“Uh… yes. Jack was chasing me up the stairs.”

“And you don’t like that?” His tone is firm and his gaze challenging. An eyebrow lifts.

I heave a sigh. “I do like it, but I can’t help screaming when he grabs my leg.”

“One of these days we’re going to take you to the woods, give you a head start, and chase you.” Tom’s eyes bore into mine. My earlier blush intensifies. “Would you like that, Cassidy?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, picturing the scene. “I might need to get some training. You’re both too fast for me.”

“I can do some speed training with you if you like,” Jack offers with a grin.

“Maybe.” I wiggle, and he takes the hint, allowing me to lower to the ground. He keeps a tight hold of me, so I have to slide down the front of his body. When my feet touch the ground, my front is plastered to Jack. Tom steps up, pressing into me from behind.

“This is close,” I comment. It’s clear there’s some kind of plan in place as the men exchange a look, having some kind of internal conversation. “Am I going to be let into whatever you two have planned?”

“No, it’s a surprise,” Tom whispers in my ear before biting on my lobe hard. A squeak escapes me. I know I’m in trouble when he’s in a bitey mood. My pussy clenches at the thought.I do love being in trouble.

I lean my head back to his chest and am rewarded with a kiss on the crown of my head.

“Let’s get you two naked,” he suggests as he tugs my baggy t-shirt over my head.

Jack takes a slight step back and pulls his own t-shirt over his head. I drink in the sight of his cut chest, never tiring of it. Tom’s hands slide around my waist to unbutton my jeans. He shoves them down my thighs, kneeling behind me to ease them from my legs.

I bite my lip, eagerly awaiting his response when he spots my own surprise. He kisses the backs of my thighs and tugs on the side of my panties, drawing them down slowly. Jack’s shucking off the grey sweatpants he’s wearing and I’m not surprised to note his lack of underwear.

I hear Tom’s indrawn breath, and a saucy smile spreads over my lips. Jack tilts his head to the side, a questioning look on his face.

“Looks like you have your own plans, Mac,” Tom says. He tugs on the pink ring flaring out from my rear. “What’s this?”

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