Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ridge
It’s unlike Lyon to be late, but we’ve all had an interesting few days. Maybe he forgot to set his alarm. Walking down the hall as I throw on my hat, my mind shifts between my best friend and the woman who’s got me all torn up inside.
Yes, I’m worrying like a fucking mother hen, but it’s kind of my thing.
I take care of my pack. Make sure everyone is fed.
Provide a listening ear when frustration or tension is high.
Handle appointments. Step in if anyone needs an extra hand.
It’s second nature. With Lyon, I sometimes go overboard, but it comes with our history.
I still remember the silent little boy with the haunted eyes.
Not many saw the damage his old pack had done, but I had a front row seat to the aftermath, and that shit was brutal.
It took a while before he realized he was safe, but I had patience even then.
I refused to take no for an answer, and eventually, he let me in.
From that moment on, I made it my mission to make sure no one ever hurt my friend again.
In the early days, I was his first line of defense, ensuring no one talked shit or gave him a hard time.
As we’ve gotten older, I try to preemptively scout out social situations to avoid any potential fallout, and I’ve made sure he has a position in the pack that doesn’t require him to interact with the town residents more than necessary.
Maybe he doesn’t need me for a shield anymore, but old habits die hard.
Now we have Shay, and I can already feel my protective bubble expanding to include her too.
Nothing’s official, but seeing August already head over heels and then walking in on that moment between Shay and Lyon, I feel like it’s not that far off.
Anyone who can like those two without batting an eye is in it for the long haul.
I’ve got a sixth sense about these things.
Rapping my knuckles on the door twice, I twist the handle and call out, “Yo, bro. We’re gonna be…”
The sight in front of me stops me in my tracks.
Lyon is kneeling on his bed, one hand gripping Shay’s hip while the other is fisted around her hair.
He’s pummeling into her from behind, and for a second my brain just sort of stutters.
My best friend was a virgin, but he’s fucking our Omega like he’s been doing this for years.
Shay’s head shifts to me, her exhausted eyes meeting mine just as her lips curve into a beautiful smile.
“Hi, ass man.”
Her voice is hoarse, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t sound satisfied as fuck.
“Close the door,” Lyon barks.
My quiet, unassuming friend never so much as raises his voice, but here he is barking orders like he’s in the drive-thru at McDonalds. Without questioning it, I do as instructed, then take another step into the room, moving closer to the Omega who I can’t drag my eyes off of.
She’s perched up on her elbows now, giving me the perfect view of her tits swaying with every single one of Lyon’s brutal thrusts.
When I’m up against the side of the bed, I see the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, take in the way her lips are swollen and pink, and watch her eyes close when Lyon somehow ramps it up another notch.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, my dick hard and weeping in my jeans.
I’m both drowning in my own need and lost at the sight of the two of them together in the middle of something so carnal I almost feel like there should be a shred of guilt at my obvious intrusion.
There’s not, though. No. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever remotely been a part of.
Guess Lyon isn’t the only one marking off firsts.
Watching or sharing has never been something we’ve participated in, and now I’m grateful for that because it feels right that it’s only Shay that gets that from us.
“Your friend is a beast,” she rasps. “All night, Ridge. All. Night.”
My eyes go comically wide as they shoot up to Lyon, but she just giggles drunkenly.
“Can’t help it,” he mutters with a careless shrug, like that explains everything.
When his hand shifts from her hip and settles between her legs as he continues to pump into her, she cries out, her breath hitched. Recognizing that sound, I know she just came on my friend’s cock.
I’m reaching forward without thought, brushing my thumb against the fullness of her bottom lip. Then her lips part and her tongue sneaks out, licking along the pad and sucking it into her mouth.
“Son of a bitch.”
“C’mon, ass man. Lyon won’t mind sharing, will you, big man?” The Beta in question just grunts as he continues to fuck her senseless. “I’ve gotten really good at sucking dick in the last six hours. Wanna test out my throat?”
I nearly combust on the spot. I’m not entirely sure she’s even lucid at this point, but all the blood has left my brain and rushed south, so I can’t think of anything but her plush lips wrapped around my cock.
In the next breath, I’m shucking out of my t-shirt, hastily removing my boots and jeans, and climbing up onto the bed in front of the woman who is every man’s fantasy girl right now.
She holds up her hand, one finger held out.
For a second, I think she’s changed her mind, then that same hand strikes out, gripping my outer thigh and squeezing…
hard. Her whine echoes through the room as a splashing sound hits my ears.
Staring down the smooth expanse of her back, I see the wetness soaking Lyon’s thighs, and a groan rushes from my lips.
“O-okay,” she giggles again. “Give me your dick, ass man.”
I should probably take a step back, put some distance between us, so I can think about this. She’s obviously pleasure drunk, and maybe she doesn’t know what she’s—
Too late. Her hand wraps around my rock hard dick, tugging me forward.
I yelp a little, having no choice but to give in.
Warm wetness engulfs my tip, and my head drops back with a strangled moan.
I’ve imagined this a million times, and while Lyon’s never been in the picture, I can’t say that I’m not turned on by him losing himself inside our woman.
In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever needed to come so badly in my life; that’s how desperate this entire situation has made me.
Lyon thrusts forward, sending her sliding down my dick until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, eyes watering, but when I go to pull away, her hand slides up and grabs a fistful of my balls.
“Motherfucker!” I cry out, damn near shooting my load right then.
We fall into a rhythm with surprising ease. Each plunge of Lyon’s dick has her choking on mine, and I swear to Christ, she’s never looked more insanely gorgeous as she does right now, taking us both.
“I’m close, sweetheart,” I grunt out.
She hums, the vibration shooting tingles down to my balls.
Meeting Lyon’s eyes over her back, he releases her hair, letting me take over that tiny bit of control.
I don’t miss the way his nostrils flare as he watches me take a fistful in each of my hands or the way his movements grow jerky and less smooth.
With a single look, I know he’s as turned on by this situation as I am.
Not to mention his desire is so fucking strong through the pack bond that it’s leaving me a little dizzy.
It’s no wonder I missed that earlier though, because with Shay in the house, lust has been a constant emotion driving us all a little crazy.
He eases off slightly, giving me the chance to take what I need.
“If it’s too much, sweetheart, tap my thigh.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she hums against my dick.
Taking that as agreement, I drive my hips forward, fucking my dick down her throat. It feels so incredible, I’m not going to last.
“Where do you want my cum, sweetheart? Your tits or down your throat? Tell me quick.”
Her hand grips my balls harder, squeezing almost to the point of pain, but fucking hell, if it isn’t a jolt of fucking ecstasy straight down my dick.
“Throat it is. Hope you’re ready,” I growl, plunging in one last time until I’m balls deep.
I explode, shooting thick ropes of cum that she swallows effortlessly.
Every time I think I’m done, her tongue does some little magic trick, making me throb again.
When she’s emptied me completely, I collapse off to the side, barely managing to prop myself up against the headboard so I can finish watching the show.
Lyon doesn’t waste any time. His massive hand slides up her back, over her shoulders, and around to the front of her throat. Pulling her up slightly, her neck bent at what should be an uncomfortable angle, his fingers tighten on the delicate skin.
I watch for any signs that she’s in distress, but all I see is her licking her lips, then the tip of Lyon’s pointer finger that’s notched itself in her mouth.
With a savageness I never would’ve predicted, he fucks her until she releases the world’s sexiest whine.
It goes on for what feels like forever, her entire body taut as she comes.
It sends him over the edge, and with a grunt, he pulls her body flush against his chest, his hand still tightly gripping her throat, and grinds himself into her, dragging out their pleasure.
I must’ve died and gone to Heaven because there’s no way this is real life.
Lyon slides his hand down to her chest, right between her breasts and over her heart, and presses a gentle kiss against her cheek.
“Too rough?” he asks gruffly.
“I like the way you use my body, Lyon,” she whispers, her voice taking on this daydreamy quality that makes me think she’s still slowly floating down from her high. She sighs. “But now I really do need sleep.”
He chuckles against the side of her throat, easing them both down on the bed, and tucks her into his body. Raising one brow, he gives me a look that clearly says, Well, are you staying?
Reaching over the side of the bed to grab my phone, I shoot off a quick text to Memphis to have him meet the contractor over at Shay’s house.
Then I set it on the nightstand and slide over until I’m lying down right in front of our girl.
Her sleepy eyes open, lips curving just long enough to smile at me, then she grabs my hand and curls it into her chest. Within seconds, she’s snoring softly, more a rush of air than anything else.
“You wore her out.”
Lyon’s grin is completely unrepentant behind her head. “Yup.”
“She works this afternoon, right?”
He nods, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll go and help out. Least I can do.”
Staring down at the woman I’m pretty sure we’re both already in love with, I smile. “Maybe I will too. Something tells me she’s gonna be sore.”
He brushes hair off her forehead, a slight grimace quirking his lips. “Should I apologize?”
“Fuck no. Pretty sure she loved every second of it. Not to mention the fact that I benefitted from your sexathon and am a little fucking impressed with your game.”
He chuckles, burrowing into Shay’s back.
Meeting his eyes over our girl’s head, I ask, “How are you after all that?”
One thick eyebrow raises comically high.
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean. You’ve waited a long time to give yourself to someone, and it’s a big deal.”
His hand tugs her in a little closer. “I’ll never be the same. We have to keep her.”
“We’ll do everything we can to make that happen, brother. I swear it.”
He nods, nuzzling into her hair. “Set an alarm, just in case.”
Reaching for my phone, I do as he asked, and by the time I’m done, he’s out like a light. I sit there for a moment, staring at two of the people who matter most to me, and can’t help but imagine more days like this, for the rest of our lives.