Knight Life In Vegas (Sin City Omegas #3)

Chapter 21

I woke up completely immobile and, in a word, incredible. I was cocooned by my alphas and my children. My bed felt like a nest for the first time ever, even though all my comfort items were people, and not pillows or blankets.

Quarters were tight so no one fell onto the floor, arms and legs intertwined like a chain. Francisco was plastered against my back, Ollie on top of me, Sammy burrowed against my chest, Dylan and Eduardo behind him. Usually my boys were up a couple of times a night, either for a glass of water, wanting an extra story, or needing a cuddle after a bad dream. But they had slept through the night. That was a rarity for me too.

They must have felt as safe as I did.

As comfortable as I was, I desperately needed to pee. I carefully rolled Ollie over so he was sprawled across Dylan and Eduardo, and nudged Francisco awake to disentangle myself.

I froze in my doorway. The apartment was so startlingly clean and tidy it almost didn’t even look like my place. They had done everything . The kitchen was scrubbed down, dishes away, surfaces wiped, laundry folded and put away. It even looked like they had vacuumed and mopped down the floors. I tiptoed into the bathroom, finding the porcelain sparkling, and not a single splash of water leaving spots on the mirror.

I could get used to that.

I shoved the thought down and took a few moments to relieve myself and brush my teeth. Everyone would be waking up soon, so I put on some coffee, finding a replica container that was full tucked behind my usual one that was nearly empty.

I definitely didn’t have that in there before. Checking the fridge next, I found it much more stocked than I remembered. Had they gone grocery shopping while I was delirious?

Warm arms wrapped around me, heat pressing against my back. “Good morning, querida.”

Goosebumps erupted over my skin, heat pooling in my belly as Eduardo planted a kiss on the curve of my throat.

“How did you sleep?”

“Great,” I squeaked out. “You?”

“Best sleep in ages. You weren’t about to try making breakfast for everyone, were you?”

“I mean, yeah. That’s what I do every morning.”

“Not this morning,” he insisted. “Let me cook.”

“You guys have already done so much.”

“And it was our pleasure to do it.”

I frowned. “Let me help. I don’t know how to be at rest.”

“All the more reason you should practice. Go back to bed.”

I pouted.

“You stick that beautiful lip out for one more second and I’m going to have to kiss it.”

Desire rolled through me. Panic made me want to suck my lip back in immediately, but an edge of defiance took over and I kept it right where it was.

I almost lost my nerve at the fire in his gaze, but then his mouth was on mine and I was whimpering against his lips. My pussy ached as his hands swept down my body and pressed me closer. I shivered, locking my hands behind his neck, a needy whine rising up my chest.

Eduardo backed me up against the peninsula counter and lifted me right up onto it, slotting himself between my spread thighs. Every unpleasant reality drifted away and I threw myself headlong into his touch.

My instincts preened. I had slept between my alphas. They had taken care of me, taken care of my children, and they were still here wanting to do more. How on earth was I meant to deny that? I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to try.

A pair of lips dropped to my shoulder and two hands settled on my waist. “Hey there, duchess.”

Francisco. I was overwhelmed by the twining scents of orange and lemon oil, clove and pepper, paired with the warmth of their bodies.

I should deny it but just being near them had coaxed my body to life and I didn’t want to push them away. This was comfort of a different sort. They’d offered it before, and I desperately wanted to accept it now.

Francisco’s lips on my throat had me shuddering and I spread my thighs even further when Eduardo swept his hands up them.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” I gasped, knowing he’d want me to say it out loud. My body twitched as their grips tightened.

Eduardo rocked his hips, moving his hands to cup my ass and pull me closer, grinding against my clothed pussy until I was panting. He carefully tugged down the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties, planting my bare ass on the laminate countertop. The cool air meeting my heated skin had me shivering, but not as much as when he dipped his fingers to stroke me.

“Already wet for us, querida.”

I whimpered, leaning my weight back against Francisco, my vision swimming when Eduardo worked one finger in, followed by a second. I squeezed around him, already breathless.

Francisco walked his fingers down my body, teasing my clit until I was bucking against their touch. Eduardo claimed my mouth when a too-loud whimper escaped me.

Utterly overwhelmed with the two of them caging me in, I couldn’t do a damn thing except try to survive all of the sensations they delivered. Eduardo sank his teeth against the curve of my throat and Francisco closed his fingers over my mouth as they wrung my first orgasm from me. My vision darkened at the edges, hips twitching desperately, every nerve alive at being so expertly managed. It wasn’t my exact fantasy, but the pressure of Francisco’s fingers against my lips, silencing every pitiful sound that erupted from me, did funny things to my brain.

I thought they might ease off, switch over to claiming some pleasure for themselves, but they didn’t. Apparently the name of the game was ruining me in my kitchen.

Eduardo added another finger, pumping harder, propping my trembling ankle on his shoulder. I whined against Francisco’s hand, my eyes rolling back as they pushed me up another peak. The sound of Eduardo’s hand plunging into me twisted the fantasy a little higher.

As magnificent as his fingers were, I wanted more. Held captive as I was, I couldn’t ask to be flipped and bent over the counter, but I tapped a frantic pattern on his arm, and both of them paused, my mouth instantly free.

“Fuck me,” I whispered sharply.

They moved like a seamless unit, stealing a pillow from my couch to wedge under my stomach when they flipped me so the counter wouldn’t dig in, my shorts and panties dragged even lower. I pawed at Francisco’s lounge pants, freeing his cock and closing my lips over the tip. He cursed beautifully, fingers lacing in my hair.

The push of Eduardo’s cock into my waiting pussy left me shaking, his first thrust forcing a desperate sound out of my mouth. I dove deeper on Francisco. I couldn’t make sounds to wake anyone if I couldn’t breathe. Curling my fingers around his ass cheeks, I pressed against them until he got the message, riding my face while I melted between them. My pussy pulsed each time Eduardo drove in, and with every descent of Francisco’s cock into my throat, my brain turned off a little more.

“Sweet fucking hell, duchess.”

I whined, dragging him closer to cut off the sound as Eduardo fucked me into a fresh orgasm, my whole body seizing, stars dancing in my vision.

It was all too much and yet not enough. I didn’t want to be able to string two thoughts together.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of Francisco’s cock, giving him extra friction until his hips stuttered and I dug my nails into his ass to drive him forward. He came down my throat with harsh breaths and fingers clutched in my hair so tightly it stung. When he withdrew, he curled his fingers carefully around my throat, lifting my face so he could reach me for a kiss. A change in the angle blitzed coherent thought right out of my head, Eduardo fucking hard and deep until I shattered for him, sinking my teeth against Francisco’s shoulder to silence myself. Eduardo’s hips sat flush against me and with one more grind his knot filled me up, sending me tumbling over the edge again.

They eased me down carefully, Francisco fetching another pillow for me to rest against while I recovered my ability to breathe normally. Soft touches, hands sweeping over my sweaty skin, and gentle kisses kept me tethered to reality while my mind floated like a cloud above me. My whole body tingled, pussy squeezing every so often, earning a surprised hiss from Eduardo.

Bliss became my companion, the discomfort of hanging off my countertop barely acknowledged as Eduardo scooped up my thighs so I had less weight on my hips.

I shivered as his knot came down.

“Oh,” came Dylan’s voice from the bedroom, far louder than he would use for speaking, “you want to go see Mommy? Okay, let’s go.”

Shit.

In the high of Eduardo’s touch, I had forgotten how close my children lurked.

I slid hastily off his cock and righted my clothing, shaking myself to loosen the memory of their hands on me. Francisco and Eduardo quickly corrected their clothing as well. Thank god for Dylan’s warning.

“Good morning, babies,” I called out, both of my sons racing down the hallway in their pajamas to crash against me.

“What’s for breakfast?” Ollie asked, planting his chin in my stomach to stare up at me.

“Any special requests?” Eduardo asked as he diligently disinfected the countertop.

“Ice cream!”

“Ollie, you know that’s not a breakfast food.”

“We could make it a breakfast food,” said Dylan. “Do you have a waffle iron?”

“In the cupboard above the fridge,” I replied.

“Eduardo makes the best waffles. Nothing like a little vanilla ice cream and strawberries on top.”

“Please, Mommy,” Ollie begged. “Please please please.”

“If Eduardo is the one making them, you have to ask him.”

Ollie detached himself from me and locked himself around Eduardo. “Waffles pleeease.”

Eduardo chuckled. “Waffles can definitely be arranged.”

I bustled away with my children to get them washed up and dressed for the day while my matches worked their magic in the kitchen. By the time we were finished, the whole apartment smelled like pastry. Eduardo manned the waffle maker, Francisco set the coffee table for all six of us, and Dylan sliced strawberries.

When I tried to help, they pushed a cup of coffee into my hand and sent me to sit down on the couch. It was almost comical to see the three of them in my minuscule kitchen. I barely had room for me in there when the kids wanted to be part of things, but somehow they managed to navigate it with some semblance of grace. Maybe they had some secret pack telepathy.

As strange as the morning was, having alphas continue to take care of me, my children being oddly calm, and a meal taken together, it felt like it had happened a thousand times before. The kids scarfed down their breakfast, absolutely delighted by their scoop of ice cream on top of the waffles, and I sat tucked between Eduardo and Francisco, who wore matching grins, Dylan sitting at my feet between the boys as I ate my own food.

I couldn’t quite bring myself to look at Eduardo. The memory of his body driving into mine was too fresh, and the taste of Francisco was still on my tongue. Sitting between all of them made my body ridiculously happy, every symptom I had been suffering long gone. But my mind was as confused as ever.

The kids were so happy. These alphas showing up to help didn’t mean they were keen to take on parenting full-time, and it would be na?ve of me to assume that. Too much was still far too unknown for me to give in.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” Dylan asked, tipping his head upside down to look at me.

“The boys have a day program they attend at the school and I’m back on the job hunt for something with flexible enough hours that I don’t have to hire childcare.”

“Come work with us.”

Francisco kicked him lightly. “Don’t pressure her.”

The statement activated Ollie. “You could work with horses, Mommy? Does that mean we can pet them more?”

“It would mean that,” said Eduardo, “but you have to let your mommy make her own decisions. You can come see the horses anytime you want with or without her working at the arena.”

Sammy nodded sagely. “I think you should do it, Mommy.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“The horses make you smile. You’ve been so sad, and I don’t like when you’re sad.”

Oh god. Knife to the heart.

I’d been hoping I’d kept all that under wraps enough they wouldn’t have noticed, but apparently I wasn’t as stealthy as I’d intended.

“You don’t have to worry about me being sad, honey.”

“But I do,” Sammy insisted.

I swallowed my nerves and turned to Francisco. “What would I do if I worked with you?”

“Depends what you want to do. I can’t offer you too much in the way of hours. The business is…well, it’s been better.”

“Don’t feel obligated to hire me. If you can’t manage it, that’s no problem.”

“No, we can do it,” Francisco insisted.

“We know you know how to ride,” said Dylan. “Do you know how to train them?”

“I haven’t done it for a while, but I have in the past.”

“Give us your horse résumé,” said Dylan. “I’m so curious.”

Pride puffed me up. “I was a national equestrian champion three years running before I quit. Almost went to the Olympics.”

“ Almost ? What happened?” Eduardo asked.

My pride drained away, replaced instantly with shame. “I quit when we moved to New York City. My ex-husband was trying to climb the corporate ladder and said I wasn’t around enough to support him, that he would never impress the higher-ups if his own wife was too busy mucking out stalls to attend work events.”

Tension radiated from the alphas.

Unwilling to face it right this moment, I ushered my children up from their empty plates to wipe their mouths.

“I have to drive them to the school. Don’t feel like you have to leave.”

“We have to go to work soon,” said Eduardo. “You’re welcome to come by the arena and we can discuss employment more.”

I nodded, too cowardly to meet their eyes. What must they think of me for letting Andrew derail my career? His pressure had started so small, little complaints, guilt trips when I got back after dark or had competitions on weekends he wanted me to mingle. It had gotten worse and worse, eventually playing into unfounded insecurities that I wasn’t being safe with my body riding horses and that was why I wasn’t able to get pregnant early on.

I had bowed to his pressure, no matter how much I hated it. It was never worth the fight. I knew the alphas would have questions, but I didn’t have it in me to answer them yet. My children were a convenient excuse to escape, and I seized it with both hands.

They chattered away in the back seat the entire drive, talking about how fun it had been to have the alphas there. I got a kiss from each of them before they bolted into the school, leaving me alone with my mixed-up emotions to cry in the drop-off lane until enough dirty looks chased me away.

I should have gone to the arena, but I wasn’t ready to face my matches. Maybe tomorrow I would be strong enough.