Chapter Twenty-Five
Jett
“There you go,” Brennan murmured to Grace as he slipped out of her. “Let’s get you out of there. You took me so well.”
What had just happened? I mean, obviously, Evan got to act out one of his fantasies with Grace. Which was beautiful.
I needed to record her calling Brennan a good boy and make it one of my ringtones. Her calling him that didn’t surprise me.
His allowing it, did.
Gently, Brennan got her out of the swing and carried her to the bed. I adjusted the lights, temperature, and air filter, because it smelled weird in here.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” Evan lay down on the bed, and Brennan placed her on top of him.
Brennan climbed in next to them and hugged them. “Both of you did so fucking well.”
I grabbed some water from the fridge. Yes, they did. Grace especially.
But again, what the fuck had happened? Something happened. It sort of felt like one of Evan’s heat spikes.
It just didn’t smell like it.
Yet it tasted like it. Well, what I’d think it would taste like. During Evan’s heat, I noticed her taste change and get almost slick-sweet. The same happened tonight.
I handed Evan one of the water bottles; he drank half of it and then held Grace up and got her to drink.
Brennan stroked her hair. “That’s it, drink up.”
“Is everyone okay? That got a little intense.” I took a long drink from the other bottle and then handed it to Brennan.
The end, where Brennan was locked inside her, but she was whining for more as we fucked her ass, was a little wild.
“Yeah, that was so nice.” Grace sighed, and slumped back onto Evan.
Evan kissed her. “So fun. I knew you’d like to be in the swing with us.”
“Are you okay, Honey?” I kissed Brennan, proud of him for making sure she got what she needed, and I let him know through the bond.
I felt him holding back the entire time. It was part of the reason why he let me take the lead. He worried that he’d be too rough with her, demand too much, out of habit.
But really, he’d been exactly what she needed.
“I am.” He kissed me back.
I’d check back in with him later.
Grace looked at me and made grabby hands. I climbed onto the other side, so they were between Brennan and me and snuggled them. I was proud of Evan for letting the focus be on Grace. Usually, all the attention was on him.
We cuddled the two of them for a while, letting them know how loved they were. Okay, I was pretty sure that Grace was playing with Brennan’s piercings under the blanket.
“It’s getting late, should we take a shower?” I suggested. While this was amazing, I had work tomorrow.
“Evan, can we have that bath, and someone mentioned hot chocolate? Yes, I’d like that and then bed,” Grace mumbled, eyes closed.
“I can make you hot chocolate. After the bath?” One of my hands found Brennan’s, and I squeezed it.
“Evan, can we have hot chocolate in the bathtub? Please?” Grace batted her eyes at him.
“Oh, I like that idea. Drinks in the tub are okay.” Evan grinned at me.
Hot chocolate in the bath. So spoiled. As they should be.
“Come, let’s go take that bath.” Evan carried Grace out of the room.
I rolled over and hug-attacked Brennan, getting him down on the bed, and smothering his body with mine.
“You did so fucking well with her. I love you so much.” I hugged him tightly.
“It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.” He frowned.
“It’s okay to love her.” I leaned in for a kiss.
“Um, I do love her. I even laid there and let her use my dick as a fidget toy.” His look went unsure. “Something is fucking wrong with her.”
“It felt a bit like a spike. It just didn’t smell like one,” I agreed.
He nodded. “Yeah. She’s not feeling good. In the car, she was telling me about her shitty cycles, where she vomits and cries, and how the Center doctor was like, Wait and see.”
My hand played with his hair. “I get that she has no baselines, and she’s a gamma and they vary so much, but yeah, seriously.”
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know what lady beta cycles are like, but I know what lady alpha and lady omega cycles are like. What Grace described is nothing like them.” He sighed. “Hey, thanks for letting us take your car.”
I kissed him again. “Anytime. I’m proud of you for driving a car. Though it would have been funny if you’d taken her pink truck. And really, you did fucking fantastic tonight–from actually bringing her in here, to everything in the swing.”
“I don’t want her to be scared.”
“Good. I feel bad about upsetting her at the concert. Evan and I had fun. I’ll show you the pictures later.”
Brennan patted my ass. “I’d love that. Hey, you did great, too. Watching you undress her was so fucking hot. Why don’t you go make them hot chocolate and I’ll clean up.”
“Sounds good.” I sat up, running my hands across his chest.
I grabbed my shorts and put them on. Going down to the kitchen, I made Evan and Grace hot chocolate.
Balancing the mugs, I walked into Evan’s suite. “I’m coming in.”
“In the bathroom,” Evan called.
I went into his bathroom to find the two of them in the tub, the water green, and the jets going. The room was dark, lit only by a large number of candles.
Grace was nestled in Evan’s arms.
“Hot chocolate delivery.” I gave them their mugs.
Grace took a tentative sip. “Perfect. Thank you.”
“Yeah, it’s so good. Thanks.” Evan drank some of his.
I left them to their bath and went back down to the kitchen to clean up. Grabbing a beer for myself, I poured a bourbon for Brennan and went back upstairs. He wasn’t in the bedroom, so I put them on coasters on the nightstand and went to go help him.
The room smelled of lemon cleaner, the air purifier on full blast, as he carefully made the bed. I patted his still naked ass.
“How can I help?” I asked.
“It’s fine. I’m done, I just need to put Mr. Mopps back to work. Unless you want to wash the bedding because she was here with us.” He stood up.
“I don’t mind if they smell like her. We should wash them, but I was going to do it later. I’ll still do it later.” My arms wrapped around him.
“Okay. I have the air purifier on high not because of her, but because of that weird scent she had.” He frowned and looked up at me.
“I brought up some bourbon for you.” I tugged on his hand. Brennan didn’t really like hot chocolate.
“Great.” He got up and went to the wall and set Mr. Mopps back into action.
I grabbed Grace’s dress and shoes, as well as his shoes and clothes, and his phone. Brennan turned out the lights, and we closed the door.
“Here, I’ve got that.” He took all the clothes and his shoes from me and went toward our big walk-in closet.
Not knowing what to do with her little heels, I just put them in the other room by the door.
When I came back into the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed, holding the bourbon, staring into space.
There it was.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” I climbed onto the bed behind him and pulled him into my arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Alpha drop hit him hard sometimes.
“You always do. I love you. You’re my fucking rock, you know that?” His voice was rough.
“I love you.” I kissed his temple.
For a long time, I just held him. Brennan was my everything.
“Shower and bed? Although we might get both of them in here with us. Unless we all sleep in Evan’s bed,” I said, thinking back to Evan mentioning that he’d like us to be together tonight.
“I mean, if they need us, they need us. But I can’t sleep in Evan’s room. The messiness exists too loudly.” Brennan finished his bourbon.
The messiness exists too loudly. Yeah, that was the man I loved.
We got in the shower, and he told me all about the concert.
“Caroline was there? Ugh, sorry.” I closed my eyes as he washed my hair.
“Whatever. I refuse to be annoyed by her anymore.”
“Good. I’m glad you had fun with Grace.” Warm water cascaded over me as he washed the soap out of it.
I told him about my time with Evan as we finished up in the shower and got ready for bed.
Brennan crawled into bed and got on his phone. I grabbed the book on my nightstand to read for a few moments.
“Grace doesn’t feel good, can we sleep with you?” Evan stood there with Grace in his arms.
“Sure. Can you get her a heating pad? That might help,” Brennan asked.
I got the battery powered one. When I came back, Evan was getting her into bed as Brennan made her take something.
“Here you go, Peaches.” I turned it on and tucked it in with her.
Grace felt warm and smelled weird. A little sick, a little rotten, a little too sweet.
Brennan got in on one side of her, Evan claimed the other, and I got on his other side. Frowning, Brennan texted someone, probably Wes and Spencer.
I shut off the light, snuggling Evan, wondering how long it would be before he dragged me off to his room.