Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
JESSICA
Tonight is finally date night at Formidable.
They promised me we could go after my restaurant opening, and that was nearly two weeks ago.
I smile when I recall how much coaxing it took for Caleb to concede and agree finally.
He wanted to make sure I was ready. I love that about him, though.
But we’ve been several times now, and I feel much more comfortable.
For some reason, what I pictured and what it’s like are vastly different. That’ll teach me for stereotyping.
Even after two years of being with them, they never cease to amaze me and keep our relationship fresh. Don’t get me wrong, some of my favourite times are the three of us at home with Aspen loafing on the sofa and chilling in one of their discarded t-shirts in a pair of fluffy socks or slippers.
It turns out, unsurprisingly, that I like to watch, specifically Caleb and Noah, and something about watching them at the club has turned me on beyond my wildest dreams. To the point that sometimes I swear I could come just from watching alone.
It’s fun and erotic in the scenes we play. We never engage with anyone else, that’s not what this is about.
But knowing they’re both mine is all the turn-on I need. I run my palms over my dress for what feels like the tenth time as we make our way to Formidable.
Caleb glances at me before reaching over to squeeze my thigh.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking between me and the road.
Noah leans forward, his face poking out between the seats.
“You excited, sweet girl?”
I nod, biting down on my lower lip.
“More excited,” I admit, turning my face to his.
His thumb and forefinger catch my chin, and he pulls me in for a kiss.
A clearing of a throat has him drawing back and smirking.
“There’ll be time for that later,” Caleb says.
Noah just chuckles. “You wouldn’t be saying that if I was kissing you too.”
Caleb glances at him, an eyebrow raised. “Hmm, and risk either of your safety? I’ll wait until I have you both at my mercy at the club.”
He returns his focus to the road as Noah sits back.
Less than ten minutes later, we make our way into the club and head for a private section where Octavia meets us.
She’s wearing a fitted black dress with a thigh-high split and a pair of killer heels.
“I love your shoes,” I say as she leans in, greeting me with a kiss on both cheeks.
“Thank you. I adore your dress,” she replies, holding out my hand and stepping back as she looks me up and down.
“Ours,” Caleb growls.
Octavia’s deep red lips lift into a wide smile.
“Okay, calm down. You need to learn the difference between a genuine compliment and flirting. And as gorgeous as you are, Jessica, unfortunately for me, I like the dick too much.”
Noah lets out a deep rumble of laughter. “So does she,” he says, pointing his thumb at me.
And then two men I recognise from photos come into view. Octavia’s younger twin brothers are both wearing suit trousers and shirts. One has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos. One thing is for sure they’re much larger in person.
“What the fuck? Long time no see,” Caleb says, smiling as he reaches out, shakes hands with both guys and pulls them in for a hug. Noah follows behind, doing the same.
One of them makes a show of eying me from head to toe, and I squirm a little under his scrutiny and find myself moving closer to Caleb, his hand going to my lower back.
“She’s ours,” Caleb says again, only this time for Octavia’s brothers. Wow, they really hit the lottery with the gene pool.
The one with the rolled-up sleeves holds up his hands.
“We know, Jesus, we’ve only been back in Blighty less than a day. We’re not about to poach your woman,” he deadpans.
“Like you could, you cheeky motherfucker,” Caleb says.
“Lucien, Ezra, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Lucien and Ezra, Octavia’s brothers,” Noah says. They each reach out and shake my hand in greeting.
“They are a pain in my arse,” she says, but her affection is evident in her voice.
“How long are you back?” Caleb asks.
“Indefinitely,” the brother I now recognise as Lucien replies.
“It’s good to have you home,” Noah says as a server appears with a tray of champagne.
Octavia always shares a glass of champagne with us when we arrive, and it would appear her brothers are, too.
We all take a glass, and Octavia raises hers to signal a toast, and we all follow suit.
“To friends and family,” Octavia says, winking at me, and we all sip in cheers.
Noah’s hand moves to my lower back as he guides me to the booth, and I slide in. He joins me, followed by Caleb and Octavia, her brothers sitting on the chairs opposite.
“I am so sorry I couldn’t make your opening,” Octavia says.
I wave her off. “I completely understand. Thank you again for the flowers and champagne.”
“Of course. So, how does it feel to officially be the owner of a restaurant?” she asks.
My cheeks heat. “Surreal, amazing, daunting, exciting, nerve-wracking, the list is endless,” I reply. “But in the most amazing way. I wouldn’t have been able to make it happen without Noah and Caleb,” I admit.
Noah squeezes my hand as Caleb’s arm stretches out behind me, his thumb caressing the exposed skin on my shoulder, causing my body to shiver.
“You would have done it, Jessica. Of that, I have no doubt,” Caleb says, his words leaving no room for argument.
Noah leans in and kisses my neck in agreement. “You can and will continue to do anything you put your mind to, sweet girl.”
I blush at his compliment, and maybe from the reaction his mouth and Caleb’s thumb evoke from me.
“Thank you,” I reply shyly.
Caleb reaches for my jaw, angling my chin so I’m looking up at him. “It’s true. No need to thank us.”
I nod, but the truth is my life would be very different if it weren’t for these two men.
Octavia smiles. “It’s not easy being a woman in a man’s world, Jessica, so don’t ever downplay how far you’ve come. Most importantly, you should never shrink yourself down to fit under people’s narratives. Keep doing what you’re doing and own it.”
I know she’s talking about more than the opening of my restaurant. She probably knows enough, if not all, of the finer details about what led me to these men in the first place.
I won’t lie, when Caleb and Noah told me more about Formidable, I found myself feeling somewhat insecure and maybe even a little jealous.
Which is ridiculous, because I would never ask either of them to apologise for their past, for living their lives.
Learning about Elliot being Noah’s ex made more sense when I saw how Caleb would react more possessively towards Noah in his company.
Whether it’s what transpired with me, or the fact Elliot is with River and Lily, I don’t know, but the intrusive thoughts came and went quickly.
“That’s very sound advice. We may not be able to comprehend how many more obstacles you face, but I agree with O, own every single milestone,” Noah says.
All the guys agree, and it makes my heart pang in my chest. Damn, now that’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Thank you, I will.”
Octavia raises her glass and takes a sip. “And remember, if the amount of testosterone from these two gets to be too much, you have my number. Maybe me, you, and the girls could do a spa day soon,” she suggests.
I nod. “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk to Lily and Avery to arrange something.”
“Perfect, I look forward to it.”
“I think a guy’s night doesn’t sound half bad either,” Lucien says, flicking his gaze to Ezra and then Caleb and Noah.
I feel Caleb groan, and Octavia laughs.
“On that note, I’ll leave you to your evening. We have dinner plans,” she says, standing with her brothers.
Caleb moves to stand, but she shakes her head.“Stay, finish your champagne. Jessica, I’ll speak to you soon.”
Lucien and Ezra say their goodbyes, and we watch them all disappear behind a set of doors for staff only.
“I feel like a spa weekend with the girls spells trouble,” Caleb says.
“What, and a guy’s night out doesn’t? Anyway, what? Don’t you trust me?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You, irrevocably. I have no qualms with Lily, but O and Avery together, not so much.”
I playfully swat his shoulder.
“What, they might lead you astray,” he says, his tone playful.
I shake my head. “Doubtful, you know me better than that,” I reply.
He smirks before suddenly reaching for me and pulling me into his lap, a surprised sound escaping me.
“Caleb,” I admonish.
He just shrugs, his hand sliding up one of the slits in my dress that stops mid-thigh, however, his hand does not as he nudges my legs apart enough for him to graze his fingers over my lace underwear.
But it’s not his touch so much as the device coming to life inside me that has me wanting to squeeze my thighs together.
Noah moves to sit in front of the booth, facing us but blocking anyone’s view as Caleb adjusts me on his lap. To anyone else, it would be clear something is going on, but they won’t see my most intimate parts.
I don’t know which one of them holds the remote for the vaginal beads, but it picks up a notch, and I lean back into Caleb, unable to hide my groan.
“Careful, you don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, do you?” Caleb whispers against my ear just as his thumb presses against my clit.
I shake my head, but I honestly don’t care, not when I’m with them. We each have an interconnect wristbandthat signifies we don’t interact with others apart from our current party.
The speed increases some more, and I wiggle on Caleb’s lap, feeling his erection harden.
“Spread her legs for me, Caleb, I want to see if I can see how wet she already is from here.”
Caleb does as Noah asks, my thighs spreading over each of his as he pulls up the material of my dress. It makes perfect sense now why they insisted I wear this one; it’s accessible and will allow them to play more easily.
Another couple enters the roped-off area and smiles as they sit in another booth.
My cheeks burn, but it doesn’t stop the needy moan from escaping me as Caleb continues to tease my clit.