13. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
A sound resembling a strangled cat makes its way out of my mouth, my tailbone hitting the edge of the tub as I fling myself into the water. Water splashes everywhere, my hands covering my chest as I duck under the bubbling water as much as possible while still staring, horrified, at the two men.
"I'm so sorry!" I gasp.
Jordan looks at the other guy, their faces neutral. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I'm having a mini panic attack. That's the last time I'm adventurous with an outdoor rendezvous.
"Don't be," the other man says, laughing light-heartedly.
My gaze switches to Jordan in confusion — my frazzled brain trying to decipher the situation. He walks over, towel still hanging from his waist. Leaning down over the edge of the tub, he gently grabs my chin, a small smile on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
I give a small nod, despite very much not being okay. I've just aged a decade — at least.
"Can you hand me a towel?" I beg quietly. "I'll get dressed."
He doesn't move, his fingers stroking the side of my face. "I can," he says warmly. "Or you have another option as well."
My brows furrow, even more confused. "What do you mean?" I blurt out, looking over his shoulder at the man.
The other guy lingers casually behind us, not moving from his spot. His light blue eyes are watching the town in the distance, his body completely at ease with the situation. His sandy blonde hair is pulled up into a manbun, and judging from this distance, he's around the same height as Jordan — perhaps a little taller.
Jordan smiles, kissing my forehead. He has tremendous balance and abdominal strength. I would have fallen into the hot tub.
"We could invite him in."
"Huh?"
It's all I can muster, unsure if I've heard him correctly. Knowing he's waiting for a reply, I shuffle down lower in the water. "Okay. I just need to get dressed first," I tell him.
"Or you can stay naked," Jordan suggests, eyes twinkling with something.
Is he suggesting what I think he is?
My attention turns again to the other guy. This time, he's looking at me, a small smile on his face. He's not fazed at all, and I'm not entirely sure how that makes me feel.
"What are you saying?" I whisper to Jordan, my voice struggling to remain firm.
Jordan grins at me. "Have you ever been pleasured by two guys at once, firefly?"
Oh, fuck. He is suggesting that.
Shaking my head, I look away. "No, I haven't."
I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm sure lots of people haven't had random threesomes. But the whole situation has caught me off guard. Do I want to do it?
"Do you want to?" Jordan asks, his voice gentle. I can tell he's doing his best not to push me, letting me control the situation. He's not pressuring me, and neither is the other guy, the two of them merely laying their cards on the table.
The thought of being pleasured by two incredibly good looking fit men is intriguing, I'll give them that. I mean, what girl wouldn't want to be spoiled and the center of attention?
"I don't know," I mutter back quietly, nerves getting the better of me.
Jordan nods in understanding. "I can ask him to leave. Or, we can take it slow. We can just hang in the hot tub, and see how things progress. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's important you know that. But if you do want to experiment, I'll support you. It's about you."
"Have you done it before?" I ask gingerly.
He laughs quietly. "I have," he confirms. "It can be a lot of fun. It's really freeing, actually. Sex doesn't always have to be an intimate thing. Sometimes it can be just fun."
"I don't know," I repeat wearily. "But I feel rude asking him to leave. Maybe we can just hang out for a bit and see what happens."
Jordan smiles, giving me a reassuring look. "I promise you're safe with me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I mutter without hesitation. I do trust him, and given how fast things have progressed with us, it scares me. But he brings a sense of peace to my life, one I never felt with Jake. Besides, like he said, nothing has to happen. This could just be a funny, awkward encounter that we laugh about later. It would be nice to meet some of his friends. Jake was never keen for me to meet his friends — he always valued his guy time and kept it separate from our relationship.
"Well, it's up to you, darling. But just know, you're safe. I'd never let anything bad happen to you."
I have no idea why this random guy is here — or why Jordan brought him back knowing what we were doing. Against my better judgment, I choose to trust him. I don't want to make a scene and embarrass him, or bombard him with questions. I know I should, but I want to let Jordan into my life fully, and that means trust. He said I'm safe — so I choose to believe him.
He stands up, walking over to his friend. I'm not sure what words they exchange between them, but they both head over to the tub. Jordan removes his towel, dropping it on the ground before climbing back into the hot tub. He's not shy at all about being naked in front of his friend, and I can't help but wonder if it's a confidence thing, or if they have done this together before.
Just as assertive as Jordan, his friend pulls off his clothes, revealing his toned, fit body carelessly. I avert my eyes, trying to give him privacy, but I already saw enough to show he's as spectacular physically as Jordan.
Grabbing my wine glass, I down the entire thing, as Jordan laughs quietly next to me. Only when his friend slips into the water, hiding his modesty, do I finally turn my attention back. I still can't look either of them in the eye, but his friend reaches out his hand for me to shake.
"I'm Kaden," he greets warmly. "One of Jordan's buddies."
"Skylar," I tell him, taking his hand out of respect and giving it a tiny shake.
Kaden leans back against the hot tub, turning to Jordan. "Did you catch the game last night?"
I'm thrown off by the casualness, but it eases me, reiterating Jordan's earlier words of reassurance. No one was going to touch me without my consent.
Jordan nods. "It was a good game. Close one."
"Absolutely," Kaden laughs, running a wet hand over the top of his head to smooth it down. "They better improve their stamina if they expect to make it to the end of the finals."
"Basketball?" I ask, trying to join into the conversation. I'm not a sporty person, but I know enough about the seasons to know the NBA is heading into the finals.
"Yep," Kaden confirms.
Jordan puts his arm around me. "This loser was meant to join us last night, but he had to work."
Oh, yeah. I forgot about guys' night. It makes sense now, laughing internally at myself.
"Sorry for having a job," Kaden taunts. "Gotta pay the bills somehow. I should be good next time though."
"Skylar just started a new job," Jordan points out proudly. "She's now working for an IT consulting business."
He makes it sound more glorious than it is. "My roommate," I tell Kaden. "He has his own business. I'm helping out with admin work."
Kaden nods. "That's impressive. Are you enjoying it so far?"
I smile. "Today was my first day. But it seems like it will be good. Blaise and I get along really well, and I can work from home which is exciting."
"Ooh," Kaden mutters, looking at Jordan. "Is this the girl you saved during the storm?"
My stomach and heart simultaneously clench into knots. He told them about me.
Jordan laughs. "Yep. Someone tried to drive through flood water."
Sheepishly, I smile. "My ex-boss was a bit of an asshole. Gotta pay those bills," I say, repeating Kaden's words back.
Kaden laughs loudly, eyes lighting up. "I like her," he says to Jordan. "Anyway," he continues, turning back to me. "I'm sorry for crashing date night. I was driving past and forgot."
"It's fine," I say warmly. "You seem really nice and I'm excited to meet some of Jordan's friends."
We continue chatting, just relaxing in the hot tub as the sun finishes setting. It's fairly dark, the only lights nearby are coming from within Jordan's house, reflecting on the top of the water.
Jordan puts his hand on my knee, giving me a gentle squeeze as we talk about the crazy storm and how Kaden apparently got locked out of his house during one of the downpours of rain.
I'm completely relaxed, nearly forgetting about Jordan's original proposal until I feel his fingers creep up my leg towards my thighs. I stiffen under the water, but make no effort to stop him, frozen in disbelief and a little bit of excitement.
It's not really the prospect of what could happen, but rather the built-up frustration from earlier. My body was still aching from missing him inside of me.
At least — that was the lie I was telling myself.
Jordan's fingers find my clit, massaging it. I'm thankful for the bubbles hiding everything, biting the inside of my lip as I try to focus on what Kaden is saying. He's muttering something about a friend of theirs, the name not even sticking in my head as my eyes become unfocused.
It's apparent that Jordan is taking this is as a personal challenge, trying to get me to moan or react. And since I've made no attempt to stop him, he's doing everything he can to try.
I let out a small gasp when he roughly shoves my thighs apart, allowing more space for his fingers to touch my entrance. They glide easily inside my pussy, and when they do, I'm unable to stop my head tipping back. I may not be moaning out loud, but the only person that would be oblivious to what's happening would be a dead man.
Kaden stops talking, watching us closely from the other side of the hot tub. Jordan leans down to my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.
"He's watching you, firefly."
My head snaps back forward, locking eyes with Kaden. He's right — Kaden is watching, intrigue and some type of craving in his gaze.
"Do you want me to stop?" Jordan asks, giving me an out.
I'm surprised, my body reacting before I can rationally think about the consequences. I shake my head, closing my eyes as a minor, pathetic attempt of protection from lustful eyes.
I feel Jordan smirk over my shoulder, his soft lips kissing the tops. He plunges two fingers in and out of me, thumb circling my clit. I can tell he's trying to make me come undone. It's his last dying mission — and he succeeds.
A small cry works its way out of my lips, my body arching into his hand as I come. Jordan removes his fingers from me, clasping my chin as he pivots my face towards his, smashing his lips onto mine. I kiss him back, body still shaking as it comes down from the high.
"Let him watch me take you," Jordan mutters against my lips.
Grabbing my waist, he swishes me through the water until I'm perched on his lap, facing Kaden. It's all happening so fast that I can barely register what's happening until my legs are on either side of his, the tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.
Jordan wraps a protective arm around my chest, squeezing my breast as lowers me down his shaft. I'm left gasping for air as I'm filled with him instead, my eyes unable to pull themselves away from Kaden's.
Thrusting into me, my breasts bounce above the water, little waves crashing into all of us. "Do you want him to kiss you?" Jordan asks, lips sucking on my neck.
I look at Kaden, knowing full well he heard Jordan. I check for any signs of discomfort — or repulsion — and when I find none, I nod shyly.
There's no further invitation needed as Kaden glides through the water towards me, meeting us in a few short seconds. My heart pounds in my chest as Jordan pounds into me, while I'm stuck staring at his friend.
Kaden's hand grabs the back of my neck, his head bobbing down so our mouths can find each other. His lips are soft and warm, and I can taste lingering bourbon on his tongue. It ignites something in me, fueling my confidence as I kiss him back heatedly.
Behind me, I hear Jordan groan, hands digging into my skin as he fucks me harder. There's no other way to describe it — he just fucks me, like a senseless monster desperate to feel me.
Letting go of my breast, Jordan grabs my hand, pulling our connected grip under the water. When my hand brushes against Kaden's cock, I stiffen with realization. Jordan is guiding me to touch his friend.
My fingers curiously wrap around Kaden's length, making him suck in a breath before letting out a tiny hiss into my mouth. It spurs me on, my grip getting firmer as I hold him. Jordan grabs my wrist, moving my hand for me as it runs up and down Kaden's cock. I moan, the sounds captured by Kaden's mouth, followed by the two of them groaning in unison.
"Yes, touch him," Jordan encourages, letting go of my wrist and re-grabbing my breast. "Stroke him like you stroke me."
Kaden grabs my throat with his hand, startling me but he doesn't apply any pressure. He holds me firm, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I'm starting to get overwhelmed from all the sensations, my body tightening around Jordan.
When a hand brushes against my clit, massaging the sensitive area, it takes me at least five seconds to realize Jordan still has two hands on my body.
"Come on his cock, Skylar," Kaden muses. "Show me how you come."