Chapter 8
LAUREL
Oh yes, please. Let’s pretend I’d seen nothing.
“A d-drink would be great,” I stammered out.
Jordy scanned the shelves above the bar, all business. “Whiskey? Or rum?”
“What kind of rum?”
“From the nicer ones, we got Dominica and Barbados.”
I exhaled. “Pour me whatever you’d choose for yourself.”
He nodded and retrieved a squat, ornate bottle from a higher shelf.
“So, sleep problems?” Monty asked casually, one elbow on the counter.
I couldn’t get over the fact that he’d just swallowed Jordy’s cum. And now he was talking to me with that same mouth. He crossed his legs, and my eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his jeans. It looked half hard.
Forcing my eyes away from his dick, I scratched my neck.
“I’ve had trouble sleeping for the past six months, at least.”
“Maybe you’ll be able to relax now,” Monty said.
“That’s what I was hoping for. And yet…”
“You’re probably still jetlagged. Give yourself time to settle into the new rhythm.”
Jordy moved one large glass over the wooden counter toward me. Then he poured one for Monty and one for himself.
I was about to lift the drink to my lips, but Monty gestured to the two-seater and armchairs by the fireplace. Jordy grabbed the rum, sauntered around the counter, and put the bottle on the coffee table.
Drink in hand, I sank into one armchair, and they shared the two-seater.
And we stared at each other.
The air felt dense and hotter than it was. It was the spicy scent of Jordy, powerful with sex and cum, combined with the warmth of Monty’s cozy smell.
Jordy cleared his throat. “Cheers, I guess.”
I sniffed the rum, trying to replace the scent of their arousal with something else. Vanilla, caramel, coconut. Relief. Damn, that was nice. I gulped half of the glass in one go and winced. Strong, too.
Monty smacked his lips, and Jordy hummed.
And we stared at each other some more.
Embarrassment still heated my neck. It wasn’t my fault, though. They did it out here! They knew they could have gotten caught. Did they want to get caught? But no, their reaction had been one of clear surprise. They must have thought I’d already been asleep.
I threw back the rest of my rum and set the empty glass on the table.
Jordy lifted the bottle, his dark eyebrows hiking up.
I gave him a single nod. “Sure.”
He refilled my glass, then Monty’s and his, and Monty said, “Cheers.”
I swallowed the sweet, burning liquid and rolled my tongue around my mouth. Warmth spread through my chest. Sniffing at the half-empty glass, I sighed.
“Nice, huh?” Monty asked.
“Very good.”
Jordy nodded.
It was quiet again, but for some reason, it didn’t feel awkward anymore. The reason being the rum, most probably. I was getting quite comfortable with what I’d seen them do…and curious.
I breathed in the heat from the glass and said, “Do you guys, like, go all the way?”
Jordy didn’t even blink. “You mean, do we fuck?”
“Do you?”
Monty sighed. “Rarely. Which is a shame because I love a dick up my ass just like the next person. But the prep is a hassle.”
“The prep?”
“No self-cleaning or self-lubricating holes here. I have to prepare before I shove something up there.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “Of course.”
“And he eats junk,” Jordy quipped.
“Pardon me, so I don’t have the fiber intake and metabolism of a vegan yoga guru.” Monty waved with his glass, the golden liquid sloshing. “Besides, lots of omegas do need douching and artificial lubricants, and it would be a lot easier for them if it weren’t such a taboo to talk about it.”
“True that.” I swallowed and groaned as the rum burned down my throat. I could get pleasantly tipsy from this stuff. “I just thought most alphas don’t like a dick up their ass.”
Monty grinned. “Maybe they would love it if they tried. But then they would have to let go of the bullshit idea that taking it is somehow humiliating. Which”—he lifted a finger—“is rooted in their conviction that people who get fucked are inferior to people who do the fucking. Everyone likes different stuff; nothing wrong with that. But beware that if an alpha gets all huffy and puffy about the mere idea of taking something up the ass, deep inside, he thinks you’re less than him because you’re an omega. ”
I turned to Jordy, who was quiet. But then, with Monty, he would have to be quiet most of the time.
“Did you try it?”
“Yeah. Didn’t like it.”
“No?”
He shrugged. “Hurt like fuck.”
My eyes bulged. “Really?”
Monty leaned back, sprawling in his seat like he owned the place. Which he did, so good for him. “I’m too big for his itty-bitty pucker,” he said, smiling ear to ear.
Jordy nodded as he refilled his glass. “Hung like a horse. Congratulations, man.”
I took another gulp. It didn’t burn nearly as much as before. Now it just felt nice and warm. The alcohol made me very comfortable with the conversation. I might get anxious about it later, but that was for tomorrow-me to deal with. Today-me was as happy as a clam.
“Aren’t all the bear shifters well-equipped? That’s why some omegas chase them, no?”
“Sure, but Monty here is a beast even in shifter terms,” Jordy said.
I eyed Monty’s sizable bulge, then looked up. He was staring back, looking so smug it should have been illegal.
“Can I have one more?” I set my glass on the table.
Jordy squinted. “You sure?”
“Last one.”
Smiling to himself, Jordy topped off my snifter and poured some more for himself. Then he jammed the cork back into the bottle and set it on the table with a flourish.
I swallowed a sip and cleared my throat. “So you’re, like, a couple?”
They glanced at each other, looking relaxed, but a little sad, too. “Nah,” Jordy said. “It’s fun. But one of these days, someone’s going to get mated.”
“We date omegas,” Monty said. “Of course, we must go to Green Peaks for that. The tourists are eager for shifter dick.” He winked. “A few times, we got lucky with someone who wanted both of us at the same time.”
I could see that. Imagine that. Boy, could I ever. Then I realized I was staring, so I twirled my glass, pretending to admire the rum. It had a pretty color, gold, amber, and caramel.
“I’m on the way to get buzzed, guys,” I warned. “So no ideas.”
“I do have ideas,” Monty said. “But you’ll have to be sober for those. Next time?”
I chuckled. “Dream on.”
Yeah, they were hot, but I’d already established that. That didn’t mean I was going to sleep with them. Beauville would become my safe place, my sanctuary. I wouldn’t shit in my own nest.
“It’s unfair that I didn’t get to come,” Monty said, his voice getting deeper. “You interrupted us before Jordy could reciprocate.”
God, so hot. And huge. Monty was rounder around the edges, his muscles like boulders. Jordy looked lean next to him, but still immense, with wide shoulders, his pecs stretching his T-shirt.
Their combined scent had permeated the room…cocoa, burning wood, whiskey, spices I couldn’t name…and rum.
They were grinning at each other. Then Jordy turned his head to me. He arched the pierced eyebrow.
“You look intrigued.”
“Um.”
“You can watch, Mr. Riley,” he drawled. “No harm in that.”
My own private live show? Just for me? I’d seen the teaser, and holy smokes, I was keen on the whole movie.
I would be an idiot to pass this up.
A few tiny red lights blinked in the back of my mind, but they were dim and easy to ignore. What did I just tell myself? Something about shits and nests… Screw that. I wanted to see this.
A slow smile spread across Jordy’s face as he likely guessed what was on my mind. Then his eyes fell on my rum glass, and he squinted. He’d refilled my glass twice, and I hadn’t finished the third one. Was he doing the same math in his head? I wasn’t drunk, just pleasantly buzzed.
Jordy must have come to the same conclusion because next he asked, “You’re in?”
Oh yes. “Yeah. I’d…like to watch.”
Monty sank deeper into the two-seater and spread his thighs wider.
“Then we’d better do our best to look pretty.”
Jordy put their glasses on another table behind him and moved the one that was in the way. The legs screeched against the wooden floor.
He scooted close to Monty. They exchanged a look, full of easy camaraderie and a whole lot of heat.
A soft pang of envy hit my chest. They trusted each other.
They were close, met every day, worked together, and still enjoyed each other’s company in their free time.
They liked each other despite their flaws.
I envied them for that. I wasn’t friendless, but I had to carve out time to spend a few hours a month with people I liked. “People” being Calvin.
Jordy ran his big hand over Monty’s crotch, and any clear thought I had evaporated.
They were smirking at each other as Jordy unzipped and reached into Monty’s underwear. He moved his hand, stroking slowly, then used the other to pull the dark fabric lower.
What he took out of those pants was a freaking masterpiece of a dick.
Monty’s erection was more than long enough—a solid seven inches at least. And the girth…
My asshole twitched, as if it got scared.
Distinct veins adorned the meaty cock, and as Jordy ran his hand up and down, the monster seemed to fill out more, the exposed head bulging. Round, pink, and slick with precum.
Jordy lowered his head and flicked his tongue against the very tip.
Monty let out a soft growl. He weaved his fingers into Jordy’s hair.
Was he going to push his head down and make him take it?
That would have been hot as fuck. But he didn’t, he just combed his fingers through those dark strands gently, as Jordy slid lower, taking the cockhead past the ridge.
His lips were stretched, mouth open wide to accommodate the humongous thing. His spit glistened on the pink skin.
Holy hell.