Chapter 13
DRIVE THROUGH
Taylor
Shiiiiiit. They’d almost killed him.
Suffocated him.
Manslaughter through threesome. Squashed between two alphas who got a bit too fucking into it and forgot that he was there.
Sure, Taylor sometimes forgot that objects existed if they weren’t in his immediate line of sight. But. Not. Fucking. People.
It was a new low for Taylor, and more fucking proof that he should never be allowed to have nice things.
Lying on his back, naked, amongst the piles of blankets, he stared up at the ceiling.
He had an arm slung behind his head, doing his absolute best to look casual and not like he’d almost just fucking killed a man.
The omega in question was plastered against his chest, eyes closed but fluttering every now and again.
Probably brain damage.
Taylor pressed the back of his hand to Theo’s mouth, sighing with relief when he felt the warm puff of breath. He’d have to do that at least fifty more times just to be sure.
“He’s fine,” Johnny whispered in the darkness.
Johnny.
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
Taylor couldn’t look at him either, because what should have just been a casual little bump and grind through horny woods had turned into a full fucking make-out session, complete with tongue and hands and knot touching that made him feel like he had started a whole fucking forest fire, and Theo was just a poor helpless koala.
Balling both hands in the blankets, Taylor ground his teeth. He wanted to go home, and if it weren’t for Theo’s probable brain damage he might have just grabbed his clothes and run.
“Tay,” Johnny said, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he went to check Theo’s breathing again. “Tay, he’s fine.”
His eyes slid to Johnny, who was lying on his side—also naked—with only a thin cotton sheet covering his crotch. Johnny was not a cuddler, but even he had his legs tangled up with Theo’s, one arm slung casually across his waist like they hadn’t just nearly fucked him to death.
“We’re never doing this again,” Taylor whispered, resting a forearm across his eyes.
“I agree,” Johnny whispered back.
Then there was silence, the only sounds coming from Theo’s soft breaths.
The street lamps had gone out ages ago, bathing the room in darkness except for the red glow from Theo’s alarm clock.
It was comforting, to a degree, so Taylor closed his eyes and pretended he was in a deep cave somewhere far, far away.
“Hey” came Johnny’s voice again.
Taylor felt a hand brush his hip, then a nail drawing slow circles over his ribs.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Taylor let out a slow breath, cracking open his eyes. “If the question is ‘where are our undies?’ I have no idea.”
Johnny huffed, his hand drifting from Taylor’s ribs to his sternum. He tapped it once; a quiet thud that was indistinguishable from his heartbeat in the dark.
“Not the question I had in mind, but thanks for confirming.”
Taylor swallowed as Johnny dragged a finger along his throat and over his Adam’s apple, pausing on his chin.
“Do you really only like omegas?”
Taylor’s breath caught, because that was not the question he had been expecting. “No,” he whispered. “I like everyone. Except Manders, or that guy at the corner shop that smells like fish.”
A low rumble resonated in Johnny’s chest, a sound that vibrated through the mattress. “Don’t play dumb, Tay. You know what I’m asking.”
Taylor let his gaze drift towards Johnny again. He was just a shape, a rough outline of his best friend, the person he trusted most in the world. “I… don’t only like omegas.”
He felt the bed dip, Johnny’s breath warming his cheek. “But you’ve always said—”
“I said I prefer omegas, JP. Not that I—I just prefer them. In bed. Because… because they feel… safe. To me.”
Johnny drew in a breath, and it felt as though he was hovering right over Taylor’s face. “Safe?”
Johnny hooked his finger under Taylor’s chin, tilting his head, and when he looked up he saw the red light reflected in Johnny’s eyes.
“Yeah,” he replied, swallowing thickly. “You know how it is. Their scent, it makes you feel all fuzzy and nice and like you’d do anything for them. Being with an alpha isn’t… like… that…” His words trailed off as soon as he realised his mistake.
Shit.
He turned his head towards the wall as Johnny sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Who?” Johnny said, trying to pull his face back round. “Who, Tay?”
“It doesn’t matter, JP. It really doesn’t matter.”
Johnny let out a quiet growl, cupping Taylor’s face and forcing him to look up. “It does matter, Tay. Because I know every single person you’ve ever slept with, but you’re acting all weird about this one?” His grip loosened a little, and he ran a hand over Taylor’s cheek “Did they hurt you?”
Taylor sighed and gripped Johnny’s wrist. “No.”
“Then why—”
“Because it was Sam, okay? It was Sam.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“As in…” Johnny’s voice cracked. “As in our Sam? Samantha?”
“Do we know any other Sams?”
“No, but… When?”
“Before she died.”
“Well, obviously, Taylor. I’d be a bit fucking concerned if it was after.”
“Shut up. I knew you’d be weird about it.”
“But she was—”
“Married? Yeah, no shit. Kind of our MO. Her wife doesn’t know, and you’re not going to tell her because now she’s dead and—” Taylor covered his eyes. “Fuck, she’s dead.”
The mattress shifted again as Johnny lay back down. “Yeah. Yeah, she is. Did you,” Taylor heard him suck his teeth, as though contemplating his next few words. “Were you in love with her, Tay?”
Taylor let out a strangled sound. “No. It was just sex. It only happened once.”
If Taylor was being completely honest, he couldn’t quite recall who had been fucking who during that night shift in the back of the police car, and he was pretty certain he’d come away with a fractured pelvis.
“It was kinda wild,” Taylor continued. “Which is what I mean. Omegas are nice, calming and… safe.”
Johnny hummed. “But did you like it?”
Taylor could hear the teasing in his tone, which was kind of pissing him off.
“With Sam,” Johnny continued.
“You can’t ask me that. She’s dead.”
“I meant being with an alpha. Did you like it?”
Taylor groaned, turning over and disturbing Theo in the process.
Theo cleared his throat, stretched and sat up.
“I’m going for a shower,” he said, voice heavy with sleep, but not so heavy that Taylor didn’t clock the slight amusement in his tone.
“And I’m calling Emily a taxi, so just… take your time. ”
He kissed them both on the cheek before slipping out of bed and into the en suite bathroom. The extractor fan clicked on, throwing a small amount of light into the bedroom from under the door.
Taylor still didn’t want to look at Johnny, so he grabbed a pillow and tried to pull it over his head… which Johnny promptly snatched away and threw to the other side of the room.
Then, all of the pillows flew off the bed, Taylor was flipped onto his front and Johnny was at his back with his hand pressed to his hip. Taylor squirmed, because Johnny’s cock was lying across his arse cheek and it was doing all sorts of funny things to his insides.
“Did you like it, Tay?” Johnny growled, locking his arm around Taylor’s chest so he couldn’t get away.
Taylor grabbed the corner of the bedside table like it was a life raft, but Johnny just yanked his arm away and rolled him onto his back.
“Answer me,” he said, the sheets falling away as he split Taylor’s legs and pressed himself between them.
“Yes,” Taylor squeaked, shoving at Johnny’s shoulder. “Okay? Yes, I liked it. But then we accidentally tore up the squad car, and the Supt was on about DNA testing the seats to find out who’d done it and we decided it was probably best not to fuck again.”
Johnny’s mouth hung open. “That was you?” And Taylor couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of laughing or going batshit crazy. “You swore blind you had nothing to do with it. The boss was fuming.”
Taylor clenched his teeth and twisted onto his front again, but realised too late that he wasn’t going anywhere when Johnny sat on his back.
His thighs were warm, so were his balls, and Taylor squirmed again as his cock began to swell at such an alarming rate it was practically battering the mattress.
“Are you angry?” Taylor asked, words muffled by the pillow. “Because I can’t tell if we’re about to fight or… or… the other thing. You’re giving me seriously mixed signals, dude.”
Johnny tipped forwards and Taylor could feel the warmth radiating from his chest. “What other thing?”
Groaning, Taylor lifted his head. “Oh, come on, JP! Don’t act like we didn’t just… you know.”
“Kiss?”
Deflating, Taylor let his head flop against the pillow. “Yeah, that.”
Johnny hummed. “Mhm. Are you saying you want to do that again?”
“No.”
Did he not? Because when it was happening he definitely liked it. His wolf loved it—too much, apparently, because it’d done its damnedest to act like Theo wasn’t wedged between them.
It was confusing. The whole thing was just so fucking confusing, and when he moved his legs his dick rubbed against the sheets, and there was a weird feeling in his tummy, spreading to his groin, and—no… oh no… oh dear fucking lord, no.
“Tay, are you—”
“No!” he yelled into the pillow, chest heaving and legs spasming as he involuntarily rutted into the mattress. “Fucking hell. This is not happening.”
Johnny huffed out a laugh and stroked his back. “You sure you don’t want to do it again?”
Taylor drew his knees up, tipping Johnny off his back as he gripped the sheets. He was rolling his hips and biting the pillow, and fuck his dick was sensitive, because honest to God it felt like he was going to shoot his load onto Theo’s daisy patterned sheets.