Page 64 of In My Heart
His fingers moved slowly, intentionally. Tracing the same line again and again like he was learning me, teasing me. It felt likean 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…
