4. Cassidy
Chapter four
Cassidy
I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my teeth gnawing at my bottom lip as I look myself up and down. I’m wearing a bodycon style dress in electric blue. It’s snug, gliding over my curves. I turn one way and then the other, trying to decide if I feel brave enough to strut across the hall and into Jack’s flat wearing it. I bought it for clubbing with friends after my marriage break-up. I’d been feeling the need to be wild, wanting to push outside of my comfort zone. It’d done the trick, resulting in a fun night of dancing followed by kissing a guy I met. It was a one-off. We parted ways without exchanging numbers, but I had a spring in my step and this dress was my lucky charm. I’d been at a crossroads then—feeling the weight of failure from my marriage breaking down and realising what a class-A arsehole my husband had been. But that night helped me realise that I’m my own woman and pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. I hope this dress will help push my boundaries tonight as well. And hopefully, Tom and Jack will enjoy taking it off me after dinner.
I run my fingers through my long, wavy hair, wondering if I should put it up so it doesn't get in the way. Shaking my head, I let it fall naturally, liking the way it flows past my shoulders and down my back. A small, nervous smile creeps onto my face as I grab a hairband and brush from the shelf and add it to the small bag I’ve packed to take with me in case I need it later. I add an extra layer of my deep burgundy lipstick and admire the evenness of my winged eyeliner. I don’t think I’ve ever got both eyes so identical before. Another positive sign for the evening ahead, I hope. I take a deep breath, grab my phone charger to add to my bag, and look around the flat to see if I’ve forgotten anything else.
I check my phone quickly before I leave and spot a text from my ex, Grant. He called earlier, but I didn’t answer. The message suggests he needs to speak to me urgently about the divorce and I can’t help but roll my eyes. He’s hard work, and always thinks his needs come before anyone else. He can wait.
I fire off a text to Mel:
Me: I’m going in, wish me luck.
It immediately shows as read and that she’s typing a reply, so I wait a moment.
Mel: I’m so excited on your behalf. Remember - you promised to tell me all about it! I’m living vicariously through you tonight! Good luck babe x
That bolsters my courage somewhat. We got together a few days ago so I could fill her in on my plans with the guys. Her excitement for me was through the roof. She even recommended a couple of books by other authors that had threesome scenes with two guys and a woman. Her ability to find an appropriate smutty book for every situation is just one of the reasons why I love her so much.
I put my phone on silent and do not disturb for extra measure and make a mental note to call Grant tomorrow. With a bit of luck, I’ll be so zenned out from all the orgasms that I‘ll be able to deal with him without any bother. And as a reward, I’ll call Mel afterwards and give her every dirty detail.
Right, I’m ready.
I blow out a nervous breath as I sling my bag onto my forearm so I can lock the door. Before I can do any more second-guessing, I take the few steps across the hallway to knock on Jack’s door.
“Deep breaths,” I tell myself under my breath while I wait for one of them to answer. “You got this. It’s time to have some fun.”
The sound of footsteps tells me someone is approaching the door on the other side. The handle moves and the door swings inwards. My gaze is downward and I catch sight of bare feet. Allowing my eyes to rise slowly, I take in well-worn jeans. They are worn in all the best places and even have a couple of frays near the knees. My gaze continues and I grin as I see Jack’s six pack between the two sides of his open shirt. It’s a beautiful, crisp, white button-down. Finally, I reach his face, seeing his wide grin and meeting his sky-blue eyes, which burn into mine.
“You look fucking stunning,” he tells me before he kisses me on the cheek. It’s just a peck, but the heat soars through me. I breathe in his fresh, clean scent—so familiar to me from all the hugs he willingly gives. It’s often edged with a muskiness of hard work, and I’ve spent far too long daydreaming about helping Jack build up a sweat. I want to shiver and I haven’t even made it inside yet. Wow, I might need to rein myself in at this rate so I don’t come just from his proximity.
Jack grabs my hand and pulls me into the flat just as Tom steps out from the bedroom and draws the door closed behind him.
Tom is wearing smart slacks, and his deep grey shirt is buttoned up. I can feel myself swooning as he rolls up first one sleeve and then the other, revealing his tattoo sleeve. His muscular forearms hold a lovely colour tan and a sprinkling of dark hair. Jack is still holding my hand and Tom gives me an almost shy smile as he closes the proximity between us to kiss me on the forehead.
“You are beautiful, Cassidy,” Tom says earnestly.
I beam at both of them. “Keep this up and my head will be so big it won’t fit out the door afterwards.”
Jack chuckles and leads me further into the room.
“A glass of wine?” Tom asks.
“What are you guys having?”
“I’m happy with red. How about you Jack?”
“Sounds good to me. It’ll match Cass’s lips.” He gestures for me to sit in my usual spot and he takes the seat beside me. “Are you comfortable in those heels?”
I look down at the strappy silver heels adorning my feet. “Not really, but they look pretty,” I reply with a wry grin.
“How about we take them off now and you can always model them for us again later?”
I nod and he lifts my feet, spinning me around so I’m lengthways along the couch with my feet in his lap. I gulp as he strokes his fingers down my calves and unbuckles each shoe, placing them under the coffee table before his large hands massage my arches. I thought I’d be more nervous, but I welcome his touch. His hands are warm and the pressure is just right. I want to close my eyes and soak up the sensation of his hands on me. He lifts one foot to his lips, kissing the top, then repeats the action with my other foot before laying it back on his lap.
Tom approaches, carrying three glasses of red wine. I reluctantly remove my feet from Jack’s lap and sit up again. I take a sip of the wine I’m handed and enjoy the rich, full-bodied flavour as Tom sits at my other side.
“Dinner’s in the oven—shouldn’t be too long.”
Right, I remember, we are eating first. I’m not sure I’ll manage anything, as the butterflies are too busy fluttering around inside me.
“What are we eating?”
“Hopefully you,” Jack drawls from the other side. I bite my lip as I glance at him.
“But before that, just some pizza and salad,” Tom adds.
“He’s being modest,” Jack taunts. “He made the pizza base from scratch before you arrived and the toppings are probably the most bougie thing you’ve ever heard of. What’s on it tonight?”
“Some chicken, basil, and mozzarella. I thought I’d keep it light.”
We chat for a while and I tell them I’ve been doing some online research for my book.
“So you’re saying you’ve been watching porn all day and calling it research,” Jack snorts.
“It wasn’t all porn. I was also researching throuples and the dynamics of that type of relationship. I’m thinking about taking my book in that direction.”
“And did you see anything in your research today that you want to try tonight?” Jack asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
He looks ridiculous and I giggle as I reply, “Perhaps a thing or two, but let’s see how the night transpires.” I attempt my own salacious eyebrow waggle.
“Do you know what I’d like to try?” Tom questions us both and Jack and I turn to look at him.
“For you two to stop waggling your eyebrows.” He kisses me on the tip of the nose and then does the same to Jack. The affection surprises me. I’d been expecting a night of hot sex, but there’s a layer of romance to it too. And I’m not mad about it. My romantic side wants to be wooed.
“I’m going to check on dinner.” He places his glass on the coffee table, rising from his seat.
“He’s got an awesome arse, doesn’t he?” Jack comments.
“Sure does,” I reply, thinking how wonderfully he fills his tailored trousers. “And yours ain’t too bad either.”
Soon after, Tom returns with a large pizza stone in one hand, a delicious looking thin crust pizza on the top, and in his other is a bowl of salad. I had thought I would be too nervous to eat, but a mouthwatering string of mozzarella stretches out as Jack grabs a slice and I can’t resist digging in.
Once we’ve finished eating, Jack gathers everything up and leaves us both on the couch. “You cooked, I’ll do a quick clean up,” he says as he heads to the kitchen.
“I should help,” I announce, moving to get out of the chair.
“He’s okay. There’s not much to do.” Tom turns in his seat to face me. “How are you feeling?”
“Erm, okay I think. Nervous, a little uncertain, but excited too.”
“That’s to be expected.” He cups my cheek, staring into my eyes intensely.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, you just need to say and we will stop.”
I can’t put my finger on it, but something about Tom’s tone and manner puts me at ease. He’s quiet and intense. A teddy bear.
“How about we warm up, just a little, while we wait for Jack?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling unsure, the enormity of what we’re about to do dawning on me.
“Just some kissing. What do you say?”
Oh yes, I can get behind that. I’ve been desperate to kiss him again since our little experiment the other night. I shift my body towards him and lay my hand on his pec. He’s exuding heat, even through his shirt. I focus on his mouth, biting my lip as I anticipate what’s to come… right now and for the rest of the evening.
It’s me that closes the distance between us and I meet Tom’s lips with my own. We kiss with closed mouths for a moment and then Tom’s hand wraps around the back of my head as he opens his mouth and pushes his tongue between my lips. Angling my head where he wants me, he keeps up the pressure while he ravishes me. I am just along for the ride and quite content letting him take control.
His other hand starts at my cheek, brushing gently, which is at odds with the firm kiss he’s now giving me. His hand skims down to my neck and I gasp as he tightens his grip slightly, cutting off my airway a little. Shivers run through me at the contact. I can’t hold back my moan when he drops his hand and cups my breast, and it’s satisfying to hear his answering groan.
I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t hear Jack approach but I became acutely aware of his presence when he pushes his body against my back. It’s an exquisite feeling—being sandwiched between two men and my pulse leaps, thinking about what is coming next.