Chapter 16
MONTY
We didn’t talk about it, didn’t agree on anything, but when Jordy came home from the pub, we all met downstairs.
Laurel wore an open hoodie over a flimsy T-shirt, and he stroked his belly under the hem, looking from me to Jordy.
“Would you like to come upstairs with me?”
Jordy’s lips curved into that mischievous smirk I loved. “Monty’s bed is the biggest.”
“Works for me,” I said.
And just like that, we were undressing in my bedroom. I was the slowest one because of the buttons on my shirt and the belt. Already naked, Laurel scooted up the bed and stroked his cock.
“Can I get another show?”
Jordy paused with his fingers behind the waistband of his black briefs. “Depends. What do you want to see?”
“You two. Naked, kissing, touching each other.” He took a deep breath, his gaze flickering between us. “I want to see two powerful alphas, getting each other ready for me.” His tongue peeked out, wetting his upper lip. “Then you hold me down and fuck me.”
I was so in, but Jordy’s eyebrows were drawn together in a frown.
“You okay with that?” I asked.
He flashed me a look as if I were a dumbass and clasped my neck. He pulled me forward until our chests bumped together and attacked my mouth. I parted my lips to let his tongue in.
I loved kissing Jordy. Why had we never done it before?
His kisses were different than kissing an omega.
He was rough and demanding, filling my mouth and scraping my lips with his teeth, and I loved the edge of aggression blending with tenderness.
He stroked my tongue with his, and I chased the piercing around.
He palmed my ass cheeks and pushed my pants down.
I almost fell, trying to step out of them, but he held me up, not pausing the kiss.
Then we were both naked, our dicks pressed together, and I roamed the powerful muscles on his back. Jordy squeezed my ass, fingers delving into my crease. He stroked my dry rim, and I thrust against him.
The idea of him fucking me in front of Laurel sent a shiver down my spine. Why did that feel so wrong yet so tempting? But I hadn’t prepped, and we had a horny omega waiting for us in bed. No need to complicate things.
Jordy broke the kiss, and I chased after his lips only to lick his stubbly cheek. I followed his gaze to Laurel, laid out on the bed for us like a damned buffet.
He was panting, his eyes wild and glittering. His legs spread, knees bent, feet in the air, he had both hands on his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and showing us his wet hole.
Pink and puffy, it still looked swollen after last night. It fucking drooled, a small, dark opening in the middle.
“Fill me up, please. I need it.”
He was playing it up for us, and damn, it worked.
My dick jerked, and my balls felt ready to burst. Jordy growled next to me.
“Oh yeah, darling,” Jordy muttered, his tone almost evil, “we’ll feed that hungry hole. Monty, sit on the bed.”
I didn’t question anything. I did as I was told. Jordy picked Laurel up like a doll and set him onto my lap, Laurel’s back to my chest, his feet on the mattress by my spread legs. My hands went to Laurel’s thighs.
“Lift him up. That’s it.”
I held Laurel by his thighs, as Jordy guided me to do, and together, we lowered him onto my dick.
Fucking hell, he was tight around me. His hole overflowed with wetness, his slick oily, thicker than yesterday.
“Fuck yes!” Laurel wailed. “Fuuuck!”
He was so slender and light, it was easy to move him up and down, sheathing myself in him. I bucked my hips for a better angle, and we both groaned with pleasure.
Jordy’s hands moved along the insides of my thighs. He knelt between our legs, his gaze pinned on the spot where my dick plunged into Laurel’s body.
“Yeah. Make his cute little belly bulge with that dick. That’s it.”
Laurel cried out on the next thrust, and a flutter went through his insides. I’d make him come in no time. I loved that. It made me feel like the king of the universe.
The next second, wet warmth engulfed my balls, and my self-control went up in flames.
Growling like a beast, I pulled Laurel down onto my dick. His inner muscles squeezed me, and I did it again, my cockhead pushing into the fleshy cushion deep inside him.
The mouth to his womb.
Jordy’s lips and tongue moved over my balls to the base of my dick.
When Laurel came, Jordy was right there, sucking up the slick that escaped. He kissed my balls again, and I lost it.
Clutching Laurel’s shuddering body to me, I bucked, my dick pumping him full of cum.
We fell back, spread-eagling on the mattress, and Jordy lapped at our wet skin, the underside of my shaft, and Laurel’s rim.
He tugged Laurel high enough to pull my dick out, only to swallow it down into his throat.
He sucked me clean. Then, even louder slurping noises filled the room as Jordy feasted on Laurel’s open hole.
He rose, looming above us, his wizard eyes more hypnotizing than ever.
“Hold him open for me.”
As if I would ever defy Orson Jordan. I might be his boss, but whenever I was naked, I followed his lead like a damned puppy.
I wrapped my arms around Laurel, under his knees and around his thighs, holding him to my chest like a folded parcel. Jordy climbed onto the bed and lined up with Laurel’s hole.
“Ready for another round?”
Laurel whimpered needily.
The firm thrust sent him up my chest, so I adjusted my grip on him.
Jordy fucked like a machine. Wet slaps accompanied the pumping thrusts, and keening cries spilled from Laurel’s mouth.
“You good?” I spoke into his ear. “This is what you needed, sweet omega?”
“Yeah. Need it. Fuck me hard. Fucking breed me!”
Jordy gripped my arms where I held Laurel and doubled his tempo.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The bed creaked under us.
Laurel screamed.
Jordy bared his teeth. He looked like the snarling bear he was when he fucked Laurel through his orgasm and beyond.
He didn’t slow his punishing tempo until Laurel peaked a second time in a row.
Then he punched his hips forward, sheathing himself in Laurel to the hilt, and closed his eyes. His face went slack.
I got stuck on his expression, the relief softening his features, and the hint of a smile when he exhaled.
He’d always been the most handsome alpha I’d ever met, my proper sexual awakening—because fucking omegas was better with Jordy by my side—but I’d never been so caught up in his beauty as I was right then, when he released his cum into the omega of my dreams.
Having Laurel in my bed was ecstasy. Sharing him with Jordy? Nothing could ever compare. I was so full of lust and joy it felt like I would burst.
Jordy pulled out, and I gently laid Laurel on the bed by my side. He blinked up at me drowsily. His lips were parted with calming breaths. I glanced at them, the kiss I shared with Jordy like an imprint in my mouth. Could I…?
But Laurel didn’t wait for me to ask out loud.
“Kiss me,” he breathed.
Yes. I was flying way too close to the sun, but nothing could stop me now.
I leaned closer and brushed my lips over Laurel’s. One nip of his upper lip, then the lower. He flicked his tongue over my upper lip and sighed. I went all in, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth and clutching his head to me, angling it so I could kiss him deeper.
Laurel Riley. Naked in my bed, kissing me.
But I wasn’t thinking about the international star.
I was kissing Laurel, the most fascinating omega I’d ever met, vulnerable yet fierce, with the intricate soul of a poet and the body of a sex god.
He was fucked out after we’d made him come countless times, and now I was kissing him, and he went all pliant for me.
I broke the kiss only to take in his needy expression. He looked drugged.
I dove back in, tangling my tongue with his, and he moaned into the kiss, clutching at my shoulder with his slender hand. His skin was rough from playing the guitar, and he dug his nails into the muscle. So raw and real.
A hand brushed my knee, and I lifted my gaze to glance at Jordy.
The sadness in his eyes was like a dagger to my chest.
Why was he sad? Why wasn’t he down here with us, kissing Laurel and me? He should be panting into my open mouth like he’d done that one time we’d fucked face-to-face.
I’d wanted to kiss him then, but I hadn’t. Stupid me. I wouldn’t repeat the same mistake.
“Come ’ere.”
I grasped his wrist and tugged. He resisted for a second, but then he turned off the lamp and lay by Laurel’s other side. In the sudden darkness, I could barely see Laurel turning his head, searching for Jordy’s mouth.
My eyes adjusted to the weak light from the lamps lining the road outside, and I watched them kiss.
It was just as sweet as it was painful. It made me fucking hard again, but I wouldn’t do anything about it.
Laurel must be sore. With their eyes closed, they kissed in earnest, angling their heads for a deeper connection.
Laurel’s pale skin and soft waves were such a contrast to Jordy’s tan, his dark stubble, and nearly black strands of hair.
Laurel paused the kiss and nuzzled Jordy’s face. Jordy’s glistening eyes met mine, and I leaned over Laurel to kiss him too. Just a chaste peck. It made him smile softly, and my chest warmed. I dragged the duvet up to cover us, and I threw my arm over both of them, my palm on Jordy’s hip.
He didn’t look sad anymore. He lay his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, his nose in Laurel’s hair.
Laurel sighed and stilled. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.
I tried to doze off but couldn’t. Jordy’s expression niggled at me. Why had he been sad? And what could I do to make him as happy as I felt with him and Laurel in my bed?
When I opened my eyes, I caught him watching me. He was frowning, those black eyebrows I’d admired so much drawn together.
I moved my hand on his hip, just lightly stroking his skin, and tried to smile. Maybe we should talk about what was happening, but we couldn’t now, with Laurel sleeping between us.
So I petted his hip until he closed his eyes again. He didn’t move, but his breathing was quiet and peaceful as it should have been.
Only when I thought he was finally asleep, did I let myself drift.
The next morning, Laurel wasn’t there.
I sat up, looking around. Jordy lay with his back to me, snoring softly. The door to the bathroom was ajar, only darkness inside. Morning sunshine peeked into my bedroom, painting a thick yellow stripe across the wall.
Where was Laurel?
I couldn’t help but feel a bit bereft without him here.
I wondered what Jordy would have done had I spooned him and cuddled him now. I gazed at his bare back, my hands itching to touch. But it was as if Laurel took the possibility with him when he left.
I brushed Jordy’s shoulder, and he turned on his back, peering up at me.
“Huh?”
“Sorry. Laurel isn’t here. Did you see him leave?”
“No.” Jordy sat up and peered around. His hair was matted on one side, sticking out on the other. Adorable.
“I hope he’s not freaking out.”
Jordy didn’t say anything. The more awake he seemed, the more his expression darkened. I didn’t want to make him sad again, dammit. Did he like Laurel too?
Shit. Was he jealous? Did he want Laurel to himself?
The idea made my stomach tighten, panic rising.
It was a nasty fear, but it made a few things abundantly clear in my head.
I wanted Laurel in any way I could have him. But there was no way I was losing Jordy, not under any circumstances. I wanted them both, happy and glowing, like they did when I saw them kiss last night.
And I was done holding back.
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jordy’s temple. He jerked with surprise, that sexy mouth falling open. So I kissed him there too, just to make sure he got it.
“You can use my bathroom. I’m going to make us some eggs, and there’s a new brand of cheese in the fridge downstairs. You must try it and tell me what you think.”
With that, I hopped off the bed and pulled my jeans up over my naked ass. Showering could wait until after breakfast. Something told me that if I let him alone long enough, Jordy would escape just like Laurel had.
Downstairs, I started the coffee machine and rooted in the fridge for staples. As I took out the cheese box, I noticed a Post-it taped to the countertop.
My assistant called. I went to check on the chalet. I’ll be back in the afternoon. L
Relieved, I smiled. Laurel didn’t ditch us. He just had stuff to do, and we’d slept way too long. It was nearly eleven.
Jordy walked into the breakfast room, looking a little wary, but then his gaze landed on the cheese box, and everything seemed as it should be.
He cut off a chunk of the new brand I’d bought and groaned.
“Fuck me. That’s delicious.” He eyed the torn package, straightening out the paper so he could read the inscriptions. “Boss, this is the best cheddar I’ve ever eaten. We’re buying this in pounds, okay?”
“My pa says hi. He’ll stock it at the store, but we can preorder, so he won’t sell out before we get ours.”
He popped in another thick chunk and chewed. “Fantastic.”
My chest all warm, I grinned. Jordy smiled back, and the warmth in my ribcage expanded.
No, I wasn’t losing Jordy. No way, not ever.