Page 61 of The Best Number
“What do you want, baby girl?” I ask as we follow her.
“I want to be filled with cock,” she says firmly. “I’m going to get on my hands and knees. Jack, you’re going to fuck my pussy. And Tom, my mouth.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I respond.
Jack chuckles. “And here I was, thinking it was my turn to be bossy.”
“It’s never your turn, Jack,” Cassidy sniggers before she climbs up on the bed. “Let’s go.”
“No foreplay—just straight to it?” I ask her with a raised brow.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’m more than ready to take you both. And by the looks of you two,” she eyes our hard cocks, “I don’t think you need any additional prep, do you?” She copies my raised brow.
She’s not wrong. My cock is throbbing and I realise this is exactly what I need right now to take my mind off the future and all the uncertainty swirling around.
I make my way over to kneel in front of her face and she grabs my dick, licking it from root to tip. I groan as my hips surge forward. She stuffs her mouth full, giving a satisfied moan. I look over to see Jack, behind her, lining his erection up with her entrance. The light from the lamp shows a faint gleam of sweat on his chest.Fuck, I’m going to miss him. Better make the most of this.I take delight in the vibrations Mac makes as she moans when he thrusts deep. Our girl is thoroughly stuffed.
When Cassidy is on orgasm number three, I finally let myself think about coming. Jack reaches across and grabs one of my hands and grips it. I look up and meet his eyes.
“Okay?” he mouths, whilst still plunging in and out of Cassidy.
I nod. I thought I’d done a decent enough job of disguising my sadness after the initial shock, but his question makes me think not. I give him a wink and he grins back.
“Cassidy, we are going to fill you with cum. How does that sound?” I say to her in a low, husky voice.
Her mouth is still full so she can’t talk, but she gives an enthusiastic nod and a moan. I watch Jack and our eyes meet. I push any sad feelings far off to the side to concentrate on coming. Jack’s thrusts become wilder as he watches Cass suck my cock. We come within seconds of each other as Cassidy joins us for number four. We collapse in a heap, and it takes a long moment for me to catch my breath. A tinge of sadness settles over me like a blanket.How many more times will we get to do this?
Cassidy goes to the bathroom to clean up, but it feels like she’s gone barely seconds. She nudges me until I wiggle into the middle before climbing on the bed behind me. She cuddlesme from behind and I savour the comfort I get from her arms around me.
“Just to repeat myself and make sure it’s all clear, I want you guys to be happy together,” Jack says solemnly. “When I’m not here, I mean… I want you two to keep doing this.”
“It’ll be hard to be Eiffel Towered with only one side of the tower,” Cassidy cackles behind me, and I’m grateful for her attempt to bring light to the situation. She grips me tighter in her hug, and I feel her lips brush against my shoulder blades.
“I’m not letting her go anytime soon,” I promise Jack with a sad smile. We all quieten down and Jack’s breathing slows as he falls asleep. Cassidy keeps hold of me. In the end, I listen to Jack and Cassidy’s slow breathing, which seem to be in sync, and let it lull me to sleep.
Chapter twenty-eight
Tom
Two weeks later
He’s gone.
He wouldn’t let us take him to the airport. Said he didn’t like awkward long goodbyes. So after we spent the night together last night at Cassidy’s place, he gave us both a hug and left to get his suitcase and his taxi to the train station.
That was ten minutes ago. Cassidy’s been crying since the door closed behind him. She did an amazing job of wishing Jack well and sounding enthusiastic for his adventures. And then, once the door closed behind him, she grabbed me in a hug and has been weeping ever since. I’m filled with that numbness again. The same feeling I had when Jack told us he was leaving. It glides over me like a blanket. I know that I’m hugging Cassidyback. I’m making soothing noises and rubbing her back. But I can’t cry. The tears aren’t there. Only emptiness. I do my best to comfort Cassidy and eventually her crying eases. She leaves my hug to get a tissue to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.
“Look at me. I’m a mess,” she tells me with a wry chuckle.
“A beautiful mess, Mac.”
I don’t stay too long after that. We talked yesterday, deciding it was best to crack back on with work and our normal daily stuff. We agreed that she’d come to the bar later though. But beyond that, we haven’t really made any solid plans.
I head off to work with a wave of gratitude that we have a big delivery coming. I try my best to keep my mind clear and focus on the physical exertion of unloading heavy barrels and moving them to the stockroom. I keep going for hours. Deep cleaning the bar and even getting down on my hands and knees to clean the floor. I have a cleaning crew that come in and do it regularly, but I know that what I need right now is physical hard work. I need to exhaust myself so that I can collapse into bed at the end of the night and fall asleep without thinking about Jack.
Abby finds me a while later when she arrives for her shift. I’m polishing the bar and the beer pumps; it’s probably sparkling more than the day it was installed.
“Wow, spring cleaning, boss?” she asks with a smile. I look over and see her face fall. “Jack left today, didn’t he?”