Page 105 of Loved By Two
I feel as though I’m in a dreamlike state as they help me from the bath, dry me off, and wrap me in a fluffy robe.
Noah pulls out the hairdryer and begins to dry the ends of my hair.
It’s only when he switches off the hair dryer and I look down to tighten my robe I see the embossed embroidery.
Mrs Harrington-Knight. The pad of my thumb runs over the beautiful script.
“Oh my God, did you do this?” I ask, glancing at their reflections in the mirror.
I notice their robes and spin to face them fully, noting both of theirs are embroidered with Mr Harrington-Knight. I love that we’re all legally changing our surnames.
“We did.”
I reach out for each of their hands.
“It’s perfect, I love it.”
They both smile at me, and I swear I could burst with joy.
“Come,” Caleb says and tugs me out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. I notice the bed has fresh linen and we also have a large charcuterie board.
“Come, let’s eat.”
I laugh as my stomach grumbles, all of us getting comfortable as we tease each other with the food.These are the moments I love the most.
Eventually, I push away my plate, having ate way too much.
“I’m stuffed,” I say.
Noah smirks as he licks his thumb and forefinger. “Not yet, you’re not, but you will be,” he says, winking.
Butterflies erupt to life in my lower stomach, my nipples hardening under the soft cotton robe. Even when I think I can’t take anymore, these two men prove me wrong.
“Now, I’m ready for dessert. What about you, Noah?” Caleb asks, moving the plates and board over to the ottoman.
“Definitely,” he replies as he moves towards me.
“Lay down, sweet girl.”
I shuffle back and lay down as he reaches for the belt of my robe and pulls it open, revealing my naked body beneath.
The mattress dips as Caleb moves beside him, each of them reaching for an ankle as they open me up to them.
They lay down on their fronts, nestled between my thighs and eat me out for dessert, but every time I’m about to come, they ease off.
“Please,” I say for what feels like the twentieth time. “Let me come.”
They both chuckle, stripping out of their robes.
Noah moves into a sitting position and leans back against the headboard.
“Straddle him, Wife,” Caleb says.
I let out a shaky breath, climb over Noah, and sit back on his thighs. His hands on my hips.
“Lift up, Jessica,” Caleb says. “And remember what your safe word is if you need it.”
I nod and say the word out loud. “Formidable.”
