Page 39 of The Best Number

I pull up the local delivery app and begin to browse as I walk towards him. He comes to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder so he can see the choices. I tip my head towards his, delighting in the intimacy. We debate a few different options and he points out a local Thai place that has amazing reviews. Once our order is placed, I turn to face him.

“We’ve got at least half an hour before it gets here—what do you want to do?”

He waggles his eyebrows before responding with, “What are my choices?”

“We could put the telly on and start looking for a movie to watch—it’ll probably take that long to decide,” I chuckle. “Or we could feel each other up and kiss a bit?”

“I’ll take option B.” He grabs my hand and leads me to the couch, sitting down with his legs sprawled and pulling me so I topple on top of him. “Comfy?” he asks as he moves my legs until I straddle him.

“Sure. Let me just put my phone here so we know when our food is nearby.” I make sure the volume’s turned up before peering at him, feeling a little shy. He brushes the hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“It feels strange doing this without Tom here,” I tell him honestly.

“You’re right, it does. But we can tell him all about it later. He’ll enjoy the replay, I’m sure.”

We close the gap and our lips smoosh together. He dominates the kiss, keeping a hand on the back of my head with gentle pressure. His tongue plunders my mouth and I can’t help but be reminded of the difference between his and Tom’s kisses. Tom tends to take his time—teasing me, whereas Jack is all in straight away.How lucky am I to have the best of both worlds?

He’s changed from his earlier work clothes and is wearing a soft cotton t-shirt; the kind that’s been washed a hundred times, wonderfully soft under my palms as I let my hands venture all over his chest.

His hand reaches under my top to stroke across my ribs, caressing first one breast and then the other. I moan, enjoying his touch, arching into him for more.

I fidget, wanting to take things further, but knowing dinner will be here soon. I wonder how the evening will play out.Will we have sex after dinner?I’d like that. I love being with both guys together, but I’m also intrigued to see how different things are when it’s only two of us. And how Jack will feel inside me for the first time.

My hands make their way down to the hem of his t-shirt and I tuck my fingers underneath it to explore his abs. The way he’s sitting means I can feel each bump and ridge of his six pack—he’s firm under my hands. I tickle his happy trail. He’s wearing sweat shorts, making it easy to tuck my hand inside and continue stroking downwards.

We’re both panting by the time my phone dings with a notification. I ease back from the kiss to suck in a breath. “Dinner’s almost here.”

He smoulders at me, the ridge of his erection digging into me through his shorts.

“I’d rather eat you,” he tells me, his voice an octave deeper than normal.

“You can do that later if you like.” I wink. “I really enjoyed it the other day.”

“Me too. Your pussy is delicious, Cass. I’d happily feast on you for breakfast, lunch and dinner if I could get away with it.”

“Ah, but you need some food to keep your strength up.”

“True.” His mouth finds mine again, but it’s a lighter kiss this time.

He groans when the door buzzer sounds, easing back and slowly pulling his hand away from me. He helps me straighten my top and even finger-combs my hair.

“I’ll… er… go get the door,” I tell him as I climb off his lap.

“Hurry back.”

I head over to the door entry system to check who it is, before pressing the button to let the delivery person in.

I look back at Jack while I wait beside the door. His head is thrown back, eyes closed. I wonder what he’s thinking. He gulps, and I think he might be trying to calm down before dinner arrives. It feels powerful knowing I turn him on this much. I secretly fantasised about this for months after meeting him. And can’t quite believe that it’s happening. And not just that, but that Tom is involved with us too.

A knock sounds at the door, jolting me out of my reverie. I open up and thank the delivery person before grabbing the bag of food to bring it in. Jack’s off the couch, coming towards me. He takes the bag out of my hand, heading through to the kitchen. “You happy for me to dish up?”

“Please do,” I tell him. “I’ll grab the bottle opener for the beers.” I take the opener out of the drawer as well as cutlery.

He’s pulling lids off containers and peering in. “You want a bit of everything?”

“Sounds good.”

Jack piles food on the plates and I open a beer for each of us.

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