9. Saskia

Chapter 9

Saskia

There is a soft, warm dent next to me in bed when I finally wake up. The room is dark, and when I reach for the small clock on the bedside table, I'm pleasantly surprised to see it’s after 9am. Thank God for thick curtains and quiet countryside.

I haven’t slept this long in forever, and though parts of my body are physically aching, there’s an inner peace I haven’t felt for some time.

I slept with Henry.

More than that. I fell asleep in his arms after an expertly delivered orgasm, just like I’ve always dreamed of.

Oh, and my ex-husband happened to be there too. That part I never saw coming.

Yes, it’s always been my fantasy to sleep with two men, to have two pairs of hands on me, two mouths focused solely on my pleasure. Two cocks inside me at the same time, if I was feeling really fucking bold.

Last night was the closest I’ve come to that experience, and though it was not the way I imagined sleeping with Henry again, I can’t pretend I didn’t love every minute.

Even with Casper there directing our every move, it was Henry’s hands all over me, Henry filling me, Henry’s eyes never leaving mine.

Until Casper got handsy too.

My lips press together and my belly tightens at the memory of his hand in my hair, stroking my spine, pressing into me while I ground my hips into Henry. The sensation was phenomenal.

Casper and I have had plenty of sex while I’ve worn a plug, or when he’s taken me from behind and used a toy at the same time, but none of that came close to the simultaneous pleasure brought on by Henry’s cock and Casper’s fingers.

Exhausted as I am, it’s now all I can think about. I want more, and waking up alone feels cruel when I know they’re both nearby. Unless Casper has already left, as promised. That certainly would be an odd goodbye.

Trust him to turn up and fuck with my head just when I was starting to get a little clarity on my future.

I yank a pillow over my face, scream into it, then force myself to get up and throw on my robe.

The low murmur of voices and the scent of fresh coffee drift in when I open the bedroom door. He’s still here. In my house. With my new… boyfriend? At least they’re not arguing.

Hovering at the top of the stairs, I lean over the bannister to hear them more clearly over the crackle of the fire they’ve already lit.

“She always had a thing for you, you know. And you have my blessing,” I hear Casper say. “I told her the same before you joined us last night.”

“I appreciate that,” Henry says, his voice even and calm. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing there’s no animosity between them. Breakfast will already be awkward enough.

“I know you will take care of her, treat her well, give her everything I could not. But while we’re stuck here,” Casper continues. “I think we might as well have some fun together, if that’s what you want?”

The tips of my ears burn the same way they do when you realise someone is talking about you, but this time, the rest of my body burns with it.

“If that’s what she wants,” Henry says firmly. “Saskia’s in charge here. At all times. Not me, and not you. I think we all enjoyed ourselves last night, but she calls the shots from now on.”

I pinch my lips together and enjoy the sensation of knowing that Henry is in my corner. But wait…

Stuck here? What is he talking about?

Casper promised he’d leave first thing this morning.

On the upstairs landing, I peel back the hallway curtain and gasp at the view across the fields. A blanket of thick snow covers everything as far as the eye can see.

I bolt down the stairs two at a time, throwing open the front door for a view in the opposite direction. All three of our cars are buried under at least a foot of snow, and thanks to drifts, the road beyond is barely visible.

“Good morning, Saskia.”

“Good morning, my angel.”

I turn to find both men behind me, cradling steaming cups of fresh coffee. My skin pricks and a shiver rolls down my spine, but I couldn’t say whether it’s from the brisk winter air or the sight before me.

Henry is topless in grey marl sweatpants, leaning casually against the back of the sofa with his legs crossed at the ankle. Over at the dining table, Casper is also half dressed in a similar pair of sweatpants, and I feel like I've walked into the men's locker room at the gym. He sits with his chin in his palm, arm propped on his elbow. It makes me wonder who got half naked first.

“How did you sleep?” Casper asks, his eyes raking down my body and back up again. He’s slipped his hands beneath this robe many times, and from the subtle tick of his jaw, I can tell he’s thinking about it.

I close the door behind me and pull my robe tighter. “You’re supposed to be leaving after breakfast.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Impossible, it seems, but we can still have those pancakes you promised me.”

All my plans for a relaxing few days with my new man unravel as I find myself in an unfortunate position, standing between them.

I need Casper to leave. Need space to think, to breathe. This room is stifling with the heat from the fire, their two large frames taking up all the space around me.

“Stop thinking so much,” Henry says, moving to my side and wrapping an arm around my waist. I soften naturally into him, my fingertips curling around the tight muscles of his stomach. It’s bold of him to touch me in front of the man I married, but after last night, there’s no denying we’re more than friends. “He can stay. There’s plenty of room, and we’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t have enough food for us all,” I object, my mind already scrambling to adjust the recipes I have planned to cook for three servings instead of two. They’ve set the table with fruit and oven-fresh pastries, but I know these men have big appetites, and after last night, I’m ravenous myself.

“Please,” Casper laughs. “I have met you. Even when you’re cooking for two, you have enough for ten.”

“That’s true,” Henry laughs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You take a seat, and I’ll make you a coffee.”