Chapter 21 Buckle
BUCKLE
I let Perry manhandle me into whatever position he wants me. My cock strains against my jeans. Perry smirks and sits beside me, but not close enough to touch. I need to touch one of my mates.
Perry pats his lap. “Come here, sweetness.”
Abel hesitates before crawling over to Perry.
“On my lap,” Perry says.
Fuck, I’m so damn hard. I palm my cock. Slowly, so damn slowly, Abel climbs onto Perry’s lap.
Abel swallows and looks away. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose are red and splotchy. How lovely he is. Perry cups Abel’s cheek and turns our Beta’s head to make him look at him.
“What’s your color?”
Abel scrunches his brows. “I like orange?”
Perry’s lips twitch. “I mean stoplight color. Remember, we talked about safe words?”
“Oh, I forgot about that. I was so confused.” Abel buries his head in Perry’s chest. He laughs. “Sorry. Now I’m more embarrassed.”
I rub a hand down his back. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” I honestly forgot about the safe words too, for a moment.
Abel takes a breath and sits up again. “Okay, I’m ready. Green? Right?” He shifts and Perry moans, making Abel’s eyes wide. I can’t tell if it’s a look of shock or horror.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.” Perry apparently decides not to address the sound he made or the face Abel gave him.
Abel follows directions and he’s closer to Perry at the chest. I lean closer myself. One hand on Abel’s back and one on Perry’s shoulder. Touching. Just touching. But fuck, my Alpha instincts are driving my brain right now.
“Kiss me,” Perry says.
My heart pounds and maybe I’m too close, but I don’t want to miss one reaction.
Abel nods, but then leans back instead of forward. “One sec.” His gaze roams all over Perry while our Omega waits patiently.
Finally, Abel cups Perry’s cheeks and presses their lips together. I let out a breath at the same time Abel makes a happy little hum and Perry moans.
I wish I’d claimed Abel’s first kiss, but I’ll get my own first that will be just as sweet. I know it.
Perry threads his fingers through Abel’s hair and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
The kiss continues and Abel grinds on Perry’s lap. I’m not sure if he’s even aware of it.
When Abel pulls away, I grab Perry and kiss him hard, tasting Abel on his lips. Abel giggles, and I look up at him.
“My turn,” I growl.
“Yes, Alpha,” Abel says innocently, but it was probably something he picked up on one of the pornos.
I settle back into my spot and try to control my breathing.
Abel’s so light in my lap. I look to the ceiling and take a few deep breaths, trying to will my dick to calm the fuck down. My pheromones go wild, and I can’t rein them in. My chipmunk is running the damn show right now. Shit.
“Buckle?” Perry touches my shoulder and my hands lock onto Abel’s hips, as if Perry will try to steal him away. Abel’s eyes go back, and he goes limp in my hold.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, but I can’t let him go. I clutch him to my chest while my pheromones continue to pump, no doubt making things worse.
“Hey, Buckle.” Perry squeezes my arm. “It’s okay. He’s not going anywhere.”
“He might now.”
“Shhh, he won’t. But loosen your grip, okay? What happened?”
I rock with Abel in my arms. He’s peaceful like this and I can’t imagine what he’s going to feel after I get control over myself and he wakes up.
“Chipmunk? Alpha brain? I don’t know.” I kiss the top of Abel’s head. He’s probably not comfortable like this, but he’s not awake to complain.
“How about you lay him down?” Perry waves to the lounge of the couch. “Do you think you can do that? We need to get your pheromones to calm down. He’s not used to something so potent.” Perry swallows. He’s as hard as I am.
“I’m sorry. I usually have so much more control.”
“I believe you. I think this is probably a Fate thing. None of us have fucked yet, so if we’re close to it, you’re reacting more. So am I.”
“This is mortifying,” I say.
“Put down the pretty Beta.” Perry grins, but I still feel like ass.
“You’re pretty too, Perry.”
“Oh, I know.” Perry flips his too short hair. “We’re also two different kinds of pretty. I’m not jealous. And don’t sell yourself short, Alpha. You’re handsome as fuck.”
I’m sure my face is red from the compliment.
“Put Abel down, now.” There’s a tone of authority in Perry’s voice and my brain finally obeys. I push to my feet and walk the few steps to the other side of the couch. Perry supplies a pillow, and I lay Abel on his back. “Good job, Alpha.”
I groan. “Stop saying that. You know how much I like it.”
“I am aware. And apparently you love praise too.”
I nod.
“Do you have scent blocker spray? That might help. It stinks so good in here right now that if we don’t do something, it might take a while to dissipate the scent.”
“Yeah!” I rush from the room to rummage in the bathroom cabinet, where I have a package of three sprays I never opened. Thankfully, they’re still good.
We each take a bottle. Perry douses me and I don’t like that I can’t smell him anymore after he has me spray him.
“We might need to do this until he builds up a tolerance to our sex pheromones,” Perry says. “I should have thought about that before we started playing tonight.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I forget how much different calm pheromones are from, well, the sexy time ones. He’s good when we’re cuddling. Maybe we do need to do exposure therapy so he doesn’t—”
Abel sucks in a breath and sits straight up. “What happened? Did—Did I miss it?” He presses his fingers to his lips. “I missed my first Buckle kiss, didn’t I? I’m so—”
I hold up a hand. “No, I messed it up by being so damn horny you passed out on my pheromones before we could even kiss.”
Perry’s lips twitch when Abel relaxes.
“Okay, good. I would have been heartbroken if I missed it.” Abel runs his fingers through his hair and looks up at me. “We get a do over, right?”
“Of course.” Perry shoves me to Abel.
I drop to my knees at Abel’s side. “Nothing fancy.” He doesn’t even hesitate, sliding to the side of the lounge and spreading his legs for me to slot between them.
“My Alpha,” he whispers, taking my face in his hands.
Our kiss is so different from when I kiss Perry.
Abel is gentle and uncertain, but he grows bolder.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, thankful for the scent blocker spray.
I scoot up on the couch, pulling Abel with me so he’s in my lap like before.
Luckily, he giggles instead of passing out on me again.
He leans into the kiss. I swear my chipmunk dances in my head.
He’s so damn happy we’ve finally tasted the lips of both our mates.
Just like with Perry, Abel’s hips move and it takes everything in me not to grind with him. I let Abel pull away, even though I want him to stay right here. Perry squeezes my hand.
“So, what do you think about kissing?” Perry asks.
Abel nods as he presses a few fingers to his lips again. “I like it a lot.”
“We can show you the fancy stuff later,” I say as he slides off my lap.
“I want to practice every time we see each other.” Abel settles back into the lounge. “But right now, I think I need to know what Omega Nick’s next lesson is.” He pulls his knees to his chest and turns back to the TV.
This is going to be a very long night.