Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
“I’m glad to have you back.” I stroked his hair. Evan was still busy. There was also some underlying anxiousness in the bond.
Brennan rolled over and checked his phone on the nightstand. He sighed. “Would you like to retrieve the tiny ball of anxiety or should I? Why is she so anxious? Why is she not asleep in someone’s room?”
Tiny ball of anxiety. Good one.
“You feel her?” I put my chin in my hand as I leaned on my elbow.
“Sometimes. Again, why is she playing the piano at this hour and not under someone?” He put his phone down and sat up.
“How do you know she’s playing the piano?” I blinked.
“Back when I didn’t want her to play, I set the piano to alert me whenever it was being played. Someone is playing it right now, and it’s not me.” He sat up and went to the dresser, giving me a good view of his tight, pale ass, even though the room was dark.
“I think she’s anxious about meeting Spencer’s family.
Also, Spencer had to deal with something for work.
She didn’t want to interrupt Wes and Evan and was waiting until they were asleep.
I don’t think she enjoys sleeping by herself.
I don’t mind if you just throw her in between us.
She’d probably like to play with your attached fidget toy until she falls asleep.
” I laughed as he pulled on some glow in the dark boxers Evan had gotten him as a joke.
He gave me a look. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Why not? It’s funny.” I grinned at him from the bed.
Chuckling, he left the bedroom. A moment later, he came back in with Grace slung over his shoulder, as he kicked the door closed. Her hair was wet, and all she wore was a big T-shirt. He tossed her into bed.
“Go the fuck to sleep. I’m exhausted.” Brennan turned off the light and climbed in, squashing her between us.
“Jett, is this okay?” She snuggled into us, her head on Brennan’s chest, her ass rubbing against me.
“It’s perfect.” I kissed the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep.
A soft growl made my eyes fly open.
“Grace, my dick is not your personal fidget toy,” Brennan growled.
“You don’t mean that. Why have little buttons on it if you don’t want them touched?” There was a challenge to her voice, and the tiniest bit of hurt, her scent going a little salty.
It was hard not to laugh. I’d never really thought of his ladder piercings as buttons to push. She certainly enjoyed pushing his–and not just the attached ones.
Brennan growled again. “Don’t tease me or you won’t like the consequences–and yes, I know it’s not intentional, but I’m too tired to play. Nap on it or take my knot and go the fuck to sleep.”
“Oh, Sorry. I… I can’t sleep. Can… can I… please, Alpha?” Her scent went sweet with need.
“Fine.” Brennan’s growl was tired. “You’re in our bed, so we’re in charge. Don’t try me, Little Butterfly. Safe words still apply.”
He rolled over, pinning her to the bed with his body as he ripped her panties off. She made a little noise of protest as he tossed them off the bed.
“Words, Grace,” Brennan growled, his nose pressing to hers. “Also, if you want to be fucked in our bed and don’t want your clothes ruined, then don’t wear any.”
“Okay… Oooh.” She sighed as he entered her.
“Feed her your cock, Jett. Just smack his ass if you need to say something.” Brennan started fucking her hard and fast.
Just smack my ass? “Thanks, Honey.”
“Anytime, Dear.”
“Here you go, Babydoll.” I put another pillow under her head and lowered my cock toward her mouth.
Her little pink tongue darted out and teased my piercing.
“Don’t play with fire, Peaches,” I warned as her lips wrapped around my cock.
She blinked at me in the darkness as if to say, What? I’m such a good girl.
“Little balls of anxiety get fucked until their brains shut off and they go the fuck to sleep.” Brennan pounded her, the air going thick with the scent of her desire and his pheromones.
“That’s it, take it like the good girl you are,” I praised as she sucked on me. Her scent flared at my words.
Clearly, this was what she needed. Brennan’s want for her, and his satisfaction at being able to give her what she needed pulsed through the bond. My own desire rose, not just from that sweet little mouth around my cock, but because my husband looked so fucking sexy as he fucked her.
Just like she looked so beautiful in our bed.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, wrapping my hand lightly around her throat, as my cum shot into her mouth.
Eyes widening, she swallowed me down.
I stroked her hair. “That’s my babydoll. You take us so fucking good. I love seeing Bren wreck you.”
“You’re taking me so well,” Brennan added, leaning down and kissing her as I removed my cock from her mouth. “I love tasting him on you.”
An orgasm shuddered through her as she continued to fill the air with her heady, peachy scent.
“That’s it. Now take my knot, like a fucking good girl,” he muttered, pulling out and slamming into her.
“Alpha,” she moaned, as his lips crashed down on hers.
Fuck, that was hot, as I let my own arousal and desire continue to shoot through the bond.
“You fucked her so well, Honey.” I kissed him.
“I love you, Dear.” He kissed me back. “I love you, too, Little Butterfly. Now go the fuck to sleep.” Brennan kissed her and then slumped on top of her, keeping her pinned to the bed.
“You do? I love you both. I am adding you to my collection of husbands,” she mumbled.
Well, consider me collected.
“I love you two, as well,” I replied. Shit, Bren told her that he loved her. Wow. I sent love through our bond.
I threw the blankets over us as Brennan let out a soft snore.
Well, he was exhausted.
“Are you okay, Babydoll?” I kissed her temple, unsure if his weight on her like that was too much.
“Perfect.” Her voice was a whisper as her eyes closed.
Good. “Good night, Peaches.”
She didn’t answer, eyes closed, expression content. Well, I was glad we could give her what she needed. It felt like Evan and Wes still weren’t asleep. Fucking shit, that was some aspirational action right there. Maybe they didn’t have to work tomorrow?
Certainly, I did.
Curling into Brennan and Grace, I felt his arm drape over me, keeping me close, flickers of love going through the bond. Fucking shit, I loved that man. And I loved the little blonde pinned underneath him.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me as well.