CHAPTER 17
CARA
When Arran walked into the room a short while later, Cal had handed me off to him and resumed whatever he was working on.
I had happily curled up against Arran’s side when he settled on the sofa with me there. He put on an action movie and I had pretended to be watching it as my mind ran a million miles an hour. I couldn’t stop thinking about the things I had told Cal, and the bold statement I had made to Arran.
I had told them I was ready for what came next, and Cal had asked me about being with both of them! Just the thought of that had me clenching my thighs together tightly as my face filled with heat.
I wanted that. God, did I want it! And sitting there with both of them, Arran holding me, his fingers brushing soothingly over my bare arms, the denim of his jeans rough against my bare legs, it was amping me up more and more.
I couldn’t stop analysing every single movement from either of them - every touch or change in breathing from Arran.
Would they do anything that night, right there in the lounge?
We were the only ones in the house. Dio had gone home with Terza to take care of some of the repair jobs she needed doing, and after that he had told us he had a meeting that would run late.
The heat within me built, my heart beating too hard and fast at just the notion of Arran making a move to change this supposed relaxed evening into something more.
I glanced up at him, and he lowered his gaze from the screen, smiling at me gently before looking back to the screen.
I glanced to Cal, but he seemed completely absorbed in whatever he was working on.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they weren’t ready to go there with me yet and I was being too eager.
But that didn’t calm down the need building in me. I fidgeted on Arran’s lap as my core tightened uncomfortably. I could feel the moisture building there, and I was worried it would seep through the cotton shorts I was wearing.
The room around me started to feel smaller, the tension in me building. I could hear the soft tapping of keys as Cal continued working away - steady, focused. How could he be so calm after the conversation we had? Wasn’t he turned on from just thinking about it?
The realisation that he obviously wasn’t, had me feeling insecure. Had I pushed too hard? I had told them what I wanted, but I hadn’t even thought to ask them what they wanted. I had just assumed.
Just as I started to fill with embarrassment, Arran’s arm tightened around me, warm and solid, his hand finding its way to rest just above my elbow.
It wasn’t new. Arran was always touching me when we lay together. He’d been brushing his fingers up and down my forearm on and off since we sat down, but now he seemed to be moving with more purpose and feeling.
His fingers moved slowly, intentionally. Tracing the same line again and again like he was learning me, teasing me. It felt like an invitation; the one I had been waiting for, for what felt like hours.
I shifted, my breath catching before I could stop it. A breathy sigh of relief left my lips without my permission. I froze and looked up above me to Arran, who was watching me.
“Easy, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. Soothing. “Yer alright.”
I nodded, even though my body felt anything but. I felt like I was right on the edge of something - too aware, too awake. Every small movement felt magnified. His hand. His voice. The quiet weight of him beside me. My breathing felt too loud and wild, and yet I couldn’t calm it.
Then the room quietened even more. The tapping stopped. I glanced over to Cal and watched him close his laptop with a soft click.
“You’re not watching the film,” Cal told me with a gentle smile. The heat inside me burned even hotter and I felt it creeping up my neck.
“I…” I hesitated, nervous, but excited too. “What film?” I teased shyly.
His smile widened, the softness gone and replaced with a playful heat I recognised from the multiple times our kisses had gotten a little too frenzied.
He rose to his feet and stepped closer, unhurried, like he already knew exactly where this was going and wanted to savour the moment. I wanted that too.
Arran’s hand didn’t stop moving. If anything, it grew firmer, grounding me where I sat. I moved my hand to hold his solid arm, steadying myself as Cal continued to sexily stalk my way. This was actually happening.
“Ye don’t need to worry, lass,” Arran uttered softly. “No’ wi’ us. We’re gonna take good care of ye.”
Us. That word settled deep - heavy and warm. I was going to get to share this with the both of them, and not a thing about that scared me. It thrilled and excited me.
Cal crouched in front of me, until our eyes met. He studied me with a contemplative look on his face.
“You’re thinking too much, babe,” he said, voice calm but edged with some of the command he had used on me in the past; the dominance he had inside of him that I adored. “Let it all go now. You don’t need to think. You just need to trust us.”
My fingers tightened around Arran’s forearm as I glanced between them.
“I do,” I nodded. “But I just…both of you? I’ve n-never done this before.”
“But you want to,” Arran rasped close to my ear before placing a kiss right behind it teasingly.
Electric felt like it rushed through me and I shuddered in anticipation. I nodded even though I was pretty sure Arran hadn’t been asking. He knew my answer. They both did.
Arran kissed me again, this time further down my neck and my shaky breath rasped out of me.
Cal rose up until he was eye to eye with me again. He leaned in as Arran continued to trail kisses down the side of my neck and up behind my ear. Cal’s hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair back from my face, his touch slow and deliberate.
“Look at me, Cara,” he ordered, and my eyes shot open, meeting his. I hadn’t even realised I had closed them.
His gaze held mine, steady and grounding. “I want to hear words. Do you want this?”
“Yes…please Cal,” I gasped.
Arran’s kisses were working me up into a frenzy and I was writhing in his lap, my body alight with need like I had never known before. Every nerve ending was buzzing within me until it was too much and not enough all at once.
“We’ve got ye, lass,” Arran whispered against my ear, and another shiver ran through me. I swallowed deeply, then nodded again. I believed him.
Everything shifted after that—quietly, but completely. Cal leaned in to capture my lips with an all-consuming kiss as Arran continued to work his way down my neck and to my shoulder pulling back my t-shirt to get better access.
Their movements became more assured, more in sync with each other. Not rushed, not overwhelming - just guiding me, allowing me not to think, just trust.
“That’s it. Just relax. Good girl,” Arran murmured, his grip steadying me where his arm still wrapped tightly around me.
“How about we get rid of these pyjamas, okay babe?” Cal asked as he pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at me.
His words were a question, always giving me the choice, but his tone remained firm and very suggestive of what he hoped my answer would be.
“Dio…” I whispered, trying to think straight enough to weigh up the possibilities. If he came home…
“Dario will be out late, but even if he did walk in, would ye really care?” Arran questioned.
“Maybe he could join us,” Cal tormented and I found myself moaning at the image that created in my head. All three of them? I could totally get on board with that.
“See, Cara? Ye’ve nothin’ to fear here. All any of us want is to take care of ye. Now answer Cal. Ye gonna show us that sexy little body?”
I took a deep breath, relieved when it only came out a little shaky, then looked to Cal and nodded.
“Take them off,” I agreed, knowing Cal wanted me to use words. “Please.”
I didn’t know what hit me harder – nerves or excitement – when both sets of hands gripped around my waist, Cal rolling my shorts and underwear down, and Arran pulling my t-shirt up and off. They both tossed my clothes aside then seemed to look down at me in sync.
I was laid out across Arran’s lap, my legs hanging between his off of the edge of the sofa, Cal on his knees before me.
I glanced between them as they looked me up and down and wondered what they saw.
My body was too thin, my boobs too small.
My skin was so pale, having rarely, if ever, seen the sun.
Arran had called me sexy, but I was pretty sure I was far from it.
Suddenly I felt so self-conscious. I was completely naked, with the lights on. They could both see every inch of me – every scar, every imperfection. And they were both still fully dressed.
“Cara?”
My gaze shot up to Cal at the sound of his voice, and every part of me tensed, sure he was going to tell me to cover back up.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I moved my hand from Arran’s arm and tried to cover my chest.
“The only thing ye’ve te be sorry for, lass, is tryin’ to hide from us,” Arran uttered. His hand landed on my hip and smoothed down my skin there, soothing some of my anxiety with just the simple touch.
“We want to see every inch of you, babe. You’re beautiful, just like we knew you would be.” Cal told me as his face filled with lust.
His gaze dropped to my breasts as I shakily lowered my arm. Arran continued his teasing touch on my hip as he also resumed gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder.
I’d closed my eyes again, but they shot open when Cal’s hot mouth closed around my left nipple and toyed with it. I was a writhing mess between them, sensations consuming me that I had never known before.
“More,” I breathed, as the need inside me built to an almost unbearable level.
“Put yer hands behind my neck, wee one. Clasp them together and keep them there. I’ll bet Cal’s desperate fer a taste of ye,” Arran told me, and a shiver ricocheted through me as I looked between them.