Page 34 of The Best Number

“When do you need to be back at work, Jack?”

“Marked myself out for the rest of the day. I can push some stuff back to tomorrow if need be,” he tells us with a grin.

Chapter fifteen

Jack

Ifind it hilarious that I know exactly how to push Tom’s buttons. He can’t help but try to be in charge. Right now, I’m fucking ecstatic. Having Cass and Tom around to do with as I wish sounds like heaven.

I stumbled a little over the exclusivity stuff, but Tom helped me realise it’s not any different to how we’ve been up until now.How did that happen?I’ve spent years being closed off to the idea of steady relationships. And yet he’s wormed his way under my defences, and I’ve unwittingly been in an exclusive relationship with him for months.

I just have to make sure I keep it in my pants apart from with this pair. And I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Like Tom said—these two can keep me as busy as I need to be. So there’s no time to waste. “Here? Or do you want to head over to mine?”

“Well, actually.” Cass clears her throat as she speaks. “I’m quite keen to sample the cakes,” she says with a sly smile, and Tom, the fucker, chuckles darkly.

“A wonderful idea, Cassidy. Me too. Let’s have a cake and get our energy up first. Sit down, Jack,” he says as he reaches across for the cake box.

Hm, perhaps I didn’t think this through. Are they going to constantly gang up on me? And if they do, will I like it?

“I’ll grab a knife so we can split them,” Tom says. He hands the box to Cass and gets up, heading to the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you took his side,” I tell her, faux darkly.

Her giggle is sexy as hell.

“I really like cake, Jack.” She flutters her eyelashes at me.

“And I really like your pussy. Why don’t I get a taste of that while you two eat cake?” I arch an eyebrow and my cock twitches as interest sparks in her gaze.

Bingo! Got her.I slither off the couch, crawling toward her. She sighs as I get close to the armchair she’s still sitting in. I sit back on my heels, eyeing her pretty little sundress, giving myself a moment to wonder what she’s wearing under it.

“Not waiting for cake, Jack?” Tom asks sardonically as he comes back with a knife.

“You two can have cake. I have a taste for something else,” I tell him over my shoulder as I place my hands on Cass’s ankles. I draw my hands up her legs, revelling at the silkiness of her skin. She feels so fucking soft under my fingers. I wonder if we can make this a regular thing and have each other for lunch. It’s more fun than the gym.

Cass parts her legs as my hands stroke higher. I reach the hem of her sundress and ease it up. I look up to see her pass the cake box to Tom. He holds it for her to grab a strawberry tart.

“Do you want half?” she asks him.

“Nah, baby. If that’s what you want, have it all.”

I brush the tips of my fingers in circles up her thighs while I push the hem of her dress higher. She looks down at me as she lifts the tart to her mouth and takes a bite. It’s insanely eroticto watch as her tongue peeks out to lick a crumb from her top lip. She gives a quiet moan as she tastes it. She’s watching me and I can’t help but give her an eyebrow waggle. I lean forward, brushing my lips against her knee, licking a line up her inner thigh. Her muscles clench and I use my hands to push her hemline up to her waist, opening her up to my line of sight.

She’s wearing matching lemon yellow panties and they already look damp. I moan. I can’t help myself and my mouth traces up her thigh until I reach the edge of her underwear. I hover my mouth over her and blow warm air. Her hips fidget, her breath getting louder.

I can’t see Tom in my periphery, so I assume he’s back on the couch. I angle my shoulders so that hopefully he can see what I’m doing.

“How’s the tart, baby girl?” he asks.

“It’s good,” comes her breathless reply. “Really tasty.”

I grip her hips with my hands and pull her forward. Hooking my fingers in her underwear, I tug them down and she lifts her hips so that I can pull them off.

I take in the sight of her bare pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her strip of dark hair concealing her entrance. She gasps as I push her knees wider, but I don’t look up. I’m too busy salivating and licking my lips as I look at her glorious cunt.

I give her no warning before I dive down. She squeaks as I run my tongue up her seam and find her swollen clitoris at the top. I breathe in her musky scent as I feast on her, thrusting my tongue in and out of her before focusing on her clit, licking little circles around and around. Her whimpers spur me on and I know that I won’t leave this spot until she comes all over my face. My hands are gripping her rear now, holding her in place so I can work over her with my tongue and my lips.

“Jack,” she sighs. She must have either finished her cake or abandoned it as her hands grip my head and she runs her fingersthrough my hair. She’s massaging my scalp with her hands while I massage her clit with my tongue. She’s trembling underneath me and I ease back a little to look up at her.