10. Jackson
Chapter 10
Jackson
We’re on our way , I texted Brooklyn before we left the reception.
Are you hungry?
Why did he think we’d need food after going to a wedding? I asked Marcelo as we walked out of the reception.
My date shrugged. “A wedding isn’t known for gourmet food. Tell him yes.”
The sweetness of the chocolate wedding cake needed something savory to tamp it down. And in order to desensitize me to any backhanded comments from my family, I’d guzzled more wine than I should have.
I rested my head on Marcelo’s shoulder as we sat in the back of the rideshare. The wedding was over, and I’d survived, but the future was uncertain. Marcelo was at my side and we were headed to Brooklyn, another alpha. If I thought turning up at the wedding with no date was awkward, I couldn’t imagine how I’d explain two men, only one of whom was an omega.
Marcelo helped me out of the car as Brooklyn turned on the porch light and came out to greet us. He hugged us both, and gods, he smelled so good. None of us made any move to go upstairs, and I wondered what the driver thought.
But I was hit with a realization; it didn’t matter what he was thinking. This was about the three of us, not him. And that don’t-give-a-damn attitude should extend to my family. But I wasn’t there yet, and despite my liking both Marcelo and Brooklyn, nothing had been said about the future.
And there’d been no sex. My cock swelled as I pictured getting naked with both of them.
“I hope you like bacon.” Brooklyn pulled away but held our hands.
“And toast.” I needed bread to soak up some of the alcohol.
“Toast coming up, and eggs, pancakes, orange juice, fruit, and yogurt. The only thing missing is coffee. I want you to sleep tonight.”
I could think of other things to do but sleep, not that we’d discussed who was sleeping where. We might be going to our individual homes. A wasted opportunity, but maybe my brain was in the fast lane and I should pull over and slow down. I didn’t want to, but there were three people in this equation.
Marcelo and I both headed for the bathroom.
“You first.”
While I had consumed a lot of water and wine, I didn’t need to pee. But I needed to wash the wedding off my hands. Besides, we were going to eat and we needed clean hands.
“No, you. I’m not peeing.”
He smirked. “Good to know.” The skin around his eyes crinkled, and I was tempted to kiss them. “That would be messy.”
“Not right here.” I giggled. “I’m going to wash my hands.”
“Ahhh. Me too.”
Brooklyn shouted from his position in front of the stove. “If you two have finished arguing about who’s going to get their dicks out, breakfast is served.”
My face reddened, and Marcelo and I did that awkward thing where we both tried to get through the door at the same time.
“Hurry up or the eggs will get cold.”
I liked cold eggs, but this wasn’t the time to share my idiosyncrasies.
With our hands washed, we sat at the island while Brooklyn dished up the eggs and bacon and placed a pile of toast between us.
“You’re eating, aren’t you?” I bit off a piece of toast.
“Eating?” Brooklyn’s gaze slid to Marcelo. He pursed his lips as though he was stifling a laugh. “I could eat.” He ripped off a piece of toast, reminding me of a wild animal tearing flesh from bone. Gods, he was hot.
“I could eat.” Marcelo grabbed another piece of toast, but unlike Brooklyn, he slathered his with cream cheese and jam. He licked the knife. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d have told him that was nasty and dangerous, but damn it, he was so sexy. His long pink tongue licked off the remnants of the jam and cream cheese, and his lips glistened.
“Let me help you out.” I reached over and swiped off a dollop of jam from the corner of his mouth. I wasn’t brave enough to lick it off.
But Marcelo caught my hand and licked the jam from my finger. I swooned like a hero in an eighteenth-century novel.
“My turn.” Brooklyn smeared his lips with cream cheese. He tapped his mouth. “First come, first served.”
I flung myself over the island and dishes scattered, but Brooklyn stopped them from flying off. Still, Marcelo was quicker, and he kissed Brooklyn.
“Not fair.” I was lying between a plate of extra bacon and chopped mango, and when Marcelo pulled away, his lips smeared with cream cheese, Brooklyn pulled me close, and I licked around his mouth.
“Yum.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
I shimmied off the island, and we spent the rest of the meal eating—the food—licking, kissing, more eating, and playing handsy under the table.
“Are we staying here tonight?” That was Marcelo.
Goosebumps spiraled over my skin as I envisioned cocks in holes and in mouths. But Brooklyn put his hand on Marcelo’s arm as if he was saying slow down.
Slow down wasn’t in my vocabulary, not when I could be in bed with two men, the same two guys I really liked. Was it too soon to admit I loved them? My folks would tell me to put on the brakes, but if they were aware I was considering hopping into bed with two guys, they might lock me up.
I decided not to think about what my parents would think.
Gathering my courage, I piped up. “I hope so.” A yawn that I’d been keeping at bay snuck up on me. Damn it.
“You’re tired.” Marcelo stated the obvious.
“No, I’m not. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Not tired at all. Nope.”
Brooklyn titled his head to the side and stroked my cheek. “There will be a lot more nights, but tonight, we sleep.”
“Naked?” I asked hopefully.
Both Brooklyn and Marcelo made a face, and Marcelo said, “Probably not a good idea.”
“Why not?” I whined. It would have been the perfect end to a day that could have been a disaster. Icing on the cake. But they’d dashed my hopes.
“Because it’s been a long day, and you need sleep.”
“Why just me?” They were just as human as I was. They had to get their eight hours of rest.
“Tomorrow is Sunday, and unless you have plans, we have the whole day to do as we please.”
I checked my watch. “It’s almost Sunday.”
They both laughed, and Marcelo ruffled my hair. Brooklyn ordered us to shower, separately sadly, and gave us PJs.
“I think we should sandwich Jackson between us.” Marcelo surveyed the large bed.
“Goodie. I vote for that.” I dived head first onto the mattress and patted the spaces on either side of me. “Hurry. I’m cold.”
“We can’t have that.”
Brooklyn got my left side and Marcelo my right, and we pulled the covers over us. Their bodies were super toasty and warm, and when I placed a hand on each of their thighs, their skin was much hotter than mine. Weird, but I wasn’t going to discuss body temperature when I was in bed with two sexy men.
“Hands on thighs are allowed but not on crotches,” Brooklyn announced.
“Are there rules listed somewhere I should know about?”
Marcelo chuckled. “I think what Brooklyn is saying is let’s cuddle and sleep, and in the morning…” He left me imagining what I’d wake up to. Hard-ons, I hoped.
“Thank you for being my date today.” I kissed Marcelo’s cheek and turned to Brooklyn. “And thank you for the special breakfast.”
I didn’t think I could sleep, but the heat generated by the men on either side was soothing, like two hot water bottles or an electric blanket.
As much as I wanted to keep my eyes open, they kept closing, and I’d pry them open, taking in the scents from my bedmates and their even breathing.
“Are you asleep already?” That was a silly question, because if they were, they wouldn’t have answered.
“No,” one replied.
“Nope,” the other said.
I flung a leg over Marcelo’s and brushed my foot over Brooklyn’s. There was a sharp intake of breath from one and then the other. This silly rule about not being naked and just sleeping should be abandoned.
But my eyes grew heavy again, and try as I might to stay awake, I couldn’t. That delicious feeling when you were almost asleep washed over me. It reminded me of swaying in a hammock on a summer’s afternoon or being on a boat and being rocked to sleep by waves.
While I couldn’t wait until the sun peeked into the room, I gave up on trying to stay awake and welcomed sleep.
Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Very big, judging by the glimpse I got of my bedmates’ cocks in their PJs.
Whose cock would go in whose hole first, I wondered.