Chapter 25
JORDY
Laurel lay on his stomach, legs spread out wide, his hips supported by a mountain of pillows. My knot had already gone down, and it looked like Monty’s dick was softening too. He pulled gently out of Laurel’s hole, and Laurel let out a long sigh.
Monty spread Laurel’s ass cheeks wider, and I ran my fingers along the stretched rim of Laurel’s hole. I told myself I did it to check for injuries, but that was bullshit. I knew Laurel was fine.
I just loved this. Seeing it, touching it… Fucking hell.
It looked like a huge, glazed donut. A dollop of our mixed cum trickled out, so I stuffed it back with two fingers.
“Mmhmm.” Laurel sounded happy, so I rotated my fingers and stroked his inner walls, just shallowly, rubbing his supple flesh.
Monty gave me a deep kiss, and then he watched me play with Laurel’s hole.
When Laurel’s breathing calmed down, I very carefully withdrew my fingers and patted his still-open hole. Would he be okay like this? His ass was still gaping.
I removed the pillows from underneath him so he could lie comfortably on his back. We flanked him on the bed, and he reached for our groins. He palmed our cocks and closed his eyes.
It made me smile. “Greedy boy.”
“Stay here,” he mumbled.
“How do you feel?” Monty asked.
“Mmm. Like I would really really like to skip the pill in the morning and have you knock me up for real.”
Monty exchanged a worried look with me before Laurel continued.
“But I won’t. I’m still rational enough to know that wanting to get impregnated because it sounds like the hottest thing in the world isn’t the same as being ready to have an actual kid.
” He was slurring some words, but I could tell he knew exactly what he was saying.
“The pretending helps,” he murmured. “Want to keep doing that.”
“We will,” I said.
I stroked his swollen belly, and Laurel’s lips quirked up. But then he shifted a little, grimacing.
“I could use a plug, but the only one I have must be too small for me now.”
“I can go to the pharmacy,” Monty offered.
Laurel’s eyes flew open. “No!” He took a deep breath. “Seriously, don’t you dare leave.”
Monty smiled. “It would have been difficult.”
“I don’t think you want to send your security to buy sex toys, huh?” I asked.
Laurel snorted. “Not really, no.”
Two men were now staying at one of the guest cottages, and I sometimes saw them through the windows, wandering around.
According to Sam’s assistant, they were to keep an eye on the property while Laurel was “indisposed.” They had installed some additional cameras with motion detectors around the perimeter.
I glanced at Monty. “We could ask Hunter.”
Monty nodded. “Probably the best option since he already knows.”
“He knows I’m in heat,” Laurel said. “But I didn’t tell him who the alpha is.”
I grinned. “This should be interesting.”
Laurel had a short nap, then he curled in my lap and called Hunter while Monty made us sandwiches for lunch.
The good doctor arrived an hour later. We’d told Laurel’s security to let him pass. When a car pulled up outside, I went to open the door for him.
His eyebrows flew up as he saw me, but his expression remained serious.
“I figured it might be you when Sedric said you wouldn’t be at the pub for a while.” He handed me a sealed plastic tote. “Here. I added a cream for recovery.”
“Thanks for coming. We really appreciate it.”
Hunter waved me off, then stuffed his hands into his pockets. “How is he?”
“Good. The heat’s peaking. He’s taking the contraceptives, and it’s…um. It’s intense.”
“It’s going to be, but he’ll be okay. He hasn’t changed his mind about the pregnancy, has he?”
“No. He seems pretty clear-headed about that.”
Squinting at me, Hunter tilted his head to the side. “And you?”
I shrugged. “The heat is messing with me, of course, so the urge is there. But if Laurel needs time, he gets time. It’s for the best. There’ll be a lot to deal with once the word gets out, and I have my own shit, so…”
Hunter gave me a grim nod. “Okay, then.”
Why did I have a feeling he disapproved of me being with Laurel?
“I’d invite you in, but I’m guessing you don’t want to breathe that.” I circled a finger in the air. The strong scent of heat and sex must be spilling out of the house.
“Considerate of you. I really don’t. Congratulations, Jordy. Laurel is an amazing man.”
Hunter’s smile was forced. Was he jealous?
“Thanks.”
He blew out a breath, and then he asked, “Does Monty know?” And it hit me. Hunter was worried for Monty’s sake. He’d noticed, just like half of Beauville, how much Monty had wanted Laurel.
I couldn’t help but grin. Fate had been really generous toward me. “Monty knows.”
Hunter kept frowning. “How is he taking it?”
“How am I taking what?”
I turned around to spot Monty sauntering toward me, a sleepy, pink-cheeked Laurel under his arm. Laurel had tied his bathrobe, thankfully, but Monty wore nothing but low-riding jeans with the top button open, very obviously without underwear.
He paused by my side and hugged me with his free arm. He kissed my cheek. Then he turned to our poor doctor.
“Hi, Hunter. How’s it hanging?”
Hunter took what looked like an involuntary step back and stared at us with his mouth open.
“Hi, Hunter,” Laurel piped up. “So, um, have you heard of two alphas being mated to one omega? Is there any research on that?”
Still frozen in place, Hunter looked between the three of us, his head shaking slowly from side to side. Then he blinked.
“Fuck me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a professional medical assessment,” Monty said.
Laurel snickered. “Sorry. But your face right now.”
Hunter’s stunned expression slowly morphed into a huge, shit-eating grin. “This will be mayhem when the word gets out.”
“Maybe wait with sharing the merry news?” I suggested.
“Ha. Don’t worry. When the time comes, I’ll just sit back with a bowl of popcorn and observe.”
He was still chuckling when he walked to his car.
The toys from Hunter helped a lot. Laurel was so stretched down there that he couldn’t be empty at all, and he spent most of the time between waves with a girthy plug in him. It was hot as hell knowing that it kept our cum from leaking out.
On the fourth day, he had three heat waves, long and intense. He begged for breeding, the filthiest, most glorious words spilling from his pretty mouth, and Monty and I fucked him with our swollen knots.
In the late afternoon, after our knots had gone down, it felt as if the heat wave lingered.
Laurel still smelled of it, the strawberry and cream scent rising from his skin laced with pure lust. We used the largest vibrating plug and left it on the lowest setting.
It buzzed quietly in the silence, Laurel purred with contentment, and we…
made love. There was no other word for it.
Monty and I were both only half hard, sated after the knotting and coming twice each, but the desire to touch and feel didn’t abate.
We kissed and caressed Laurel’s body, head to toes, kissed each other, and made out for what felt like hours.
With the vibrating plug in him, Laurel remained drowsy with simmering arousal, his eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. He was so beautiful.
The next heat wave came around midnight.
Laurel insisted on feeling us both again.
Spread legs tangled, Monty and I sat facing each other, our balls touching and dicks aligned.
Laurel took us both in and writhed on our dicks, until we had to drag him off or we’d both have knotted into him, and that seemed too extreme to try.
Growing a knot outside of Laurel’s body still felt a little uncomfortable, but without the undercurrent of panicked urgency.
But now my knot pressed to Monty’s, our cocks rubbing against each other, and Laurel lapped at our cockheads, stroking us with both hands.
My cum splattered out in pulses, mingling with Monty’s, and Laurel caught most of it into his mouth.
Some of it streaked his sweaty face. He looked fucking feral.
“You must be empty,” Monty bit out.
But Laurel shook his head and sucked on our cockheads some more, kneading our shafts together.
“All of this. Mine.” He dragged his tongue over my slit and Monty’s exposed cockhead.
He made drawn-out, guttural noises and gyrated his hips. His eyes looked black like the night.
“We’re not taking away your treat, baby, don’t worry.”
I weaved my fingers into his damp hair, encountering Monty’s hand. We petted our horny omega, and he purred like a cat. He refused to let go of our dicks, even though he must have been aching inside. The solution was obvious to me.
“Ass in my face, superstar.”
He obeyed, straddling my torso, his mouth and hands still busy on our cocks and knots.
It was frighteningly easy to push my fist into his body. His ass overflowed with slick, and the channel to his womb was full of old cum. I pressed a finger into the hidden opening deep inside him, and he let out a piercing cry.
Then he slumped over us, cradling our swollen dicks to his face, mouth still open and tongue lashing out aimlessly.
I carefully moved my hand inside him, feeling him come in waves.
Monty closed his eyes. He sensed Laurel’s relief through the bond. As my mates relaxed, the pressure in my knot lessened too. I stilled my hand, keeping Laurel full. The warmth of his body felt incredible.
It seemed the heat would be ebbing from now on. That Laurel was able to stay empty for minutes during the wave was one sign. And the scent seemed to be weakening a little faster. Soon, we’d need to step out of our temporary shelter.
I could keep thinking about the probation, about Laurel’s life in the spotlight, and how it’d affect us, or about how Monty’s family would react to me being part of the package.
But I was too happy for any of that to weigh on me.