Chapter 27
“ Y ou don’t have to fold and put away every single item tonight,” Micah told me.
“Omega brain says otherwise,” I replied as I folded another onesie. We had at least a hundred from newborn to eighteen months, and as soon as everyone left, my instincts had gone into full nesting mode.
“And we’re still not allowed to help you do this?” Jesse clarified.
I shook my head. “Got to do it myself.”
The only part I did allow them to help with was sorting all of the original gifts by size.
“Okay, ready for drawers,” I announced.
They helped me out of the nest and watched as I carefully arranged each of the folded items by color into drawers labeled by size.
Mixed in with all of the practical items were cute Christmas wear, Halloween themes, and summer and winter options. Micah’s family had done all the math and purchased me seasonally appropriate things based on how big the baby would be at the time.
“I should’ve thought about seasonal stuff and sizing,” I lamented. “That’s so smart.”
“Janessa gave everyone a list,” Micah told me.
“She was really sweet. Everyone was.” I sniffled, a surge of emotion overwhelming me. “They were all so nice, treating me like I’m part of the family.”
“That’s because you are part of the family, sweetness.” Jesse looped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my hair.
“But I’m not even bonded to Micah yet.”
Micah grinned. “The yet is the important part. But you’re part of my pack and that comes with a whole lot of family.”
I dragged him closer so he and Jesse could sandwich me in a hug. “Hormones are so dumb.”
“You cry if you need to,” Micah insisted. “Want me to run you a bath?”
“Only if you get in it with me.”
“Twist my rubber arm. Let me go get the water running.”
Micah left me with Jesse to complete his task and I looked up at my other alpha, tears slipping over my cheeks. “There’s not enough touching now.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Let’s go supervise so he can hold on to you at the same time.”
I plastered myself to Micah’s side and kept hold of Jesse’s arms so he was stuck to my back.
“Too many clothes,” I mumbled.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Micah. He stripped out of his shirt before helping me out of my dress.
I turned expectantly to Jesse and he dutifully stripped down. Once we were all naked and the bath had a bit of water in it, they helped me into it and got me resting comfortably, my back to Micah’s chest and my legs over Jesse’s lap. Bless whoever made pack-sized bathtubs standard in pack houses. I could probably squeak Bryce and Luke in here too, but it would be a snug fit. That wouldn’t bother me, but they might have some feelings about it.
“What do you think they’re doing?” I asked.
Micah traced his fingertips down my arms and Jesse massaged my feet until I almost forgot my question.
“Are you two trying to distract me?”
“You’re the one who invited us into the bath, angel,” Micah reminded me.
“Don’t worry about them,” Jesse ordered. “They’ll work things out or they won’t, and if they don’t, we’ll invest in that get-along shirt until they do. Your only task right now is to decompress after the party.”
“Callie and her pack seem really nice. Can we hang out with them again?”
“Sure we can,” replied Micah.
“I’ve been having wild fantasies about our babies being best friends.”
“It’ll definitely be nice having another pack with little ones,” Jesse agreed. “If you don’t want the families coming over to help, you should tell us that now so we can start weaning them off the idea.”
“I don’t have any problem with them coming over. I’m kind of down a mom right now, so I don’t mind borrowing yours. What do I call them?”
“Their names?” Micah asked, sounding confused.
“Some in-laws prefer it more formal, or way more intimate. I don’t know what they want.”
“I don’t think any of them will mind either way,” Jesse said. “Call them whenever you feel comfortable with.”
“That is wildly unhelpful.” I pouted. “You’re supposed to have answers for me.”
“Compromise and mix in mama with their first name?” Micah suggested.
“Mama Marisol and Mama Mary? That’s not confusing with their names being close?”
“Mom’s friends call her Sol, if that helps,” said Jesse.
“Mama Sol is cute. I can work with that. I was worried it would be weird, that people would think something was wrong with me not having my mom there.”
“The whole family got it through the grapevine that your mom is on visiting probation for putting you in danger,” said Micah. “They’re protective as hell about the people they care about, and they have zero tolerance for bullshit like that.”
I relaxed deeper against him and groaned when Jesse dug his knuckles into a knot he found in the bottom of my foot.
“We should start doing a lot more of these,” Jesse told me. “Your body is going to carry more tension with the extra baby weight.”
“I love baths, so that’s fine.”
“You should spend some time in the pool too. It’ll take a lot of weight off your feet and be way easier for you to exercise.”
I huffed a sigh. “Everything is so much more complicated when you’re growing a person.”
Micah dug his thumbs into my shoulders and I let out a whimper when he found a particularly snug muscle. “Your body has a lot going on right now. Makes sense it would be a bit complicated when you’re literally constructing a human from scratch.”
“You know what’s dumb?”
Jesse smiled as he looked up from his work. “What?”
“That I can grow body parts for someone else, but wouldn’t be able to regrow them for myself.”
His mouth gaped open for a second before he started laughing. “I’ve never thought about it like that. It would be really handy if we could completely regrow limbs or vital organs.”
“Right? We were designed wrong that we can’t do that.”
“You’re designed just right.” Micah carefully rotated my arm so he could find the extra tender spots hidden under my shoulder blade.
“You guys have magic fingers.”
Micah laughed. “They’re good for more than just making you come until you can’t see straight.”
I giggled helplessly and relaxed against him as they shifted to find new muscles to torture.
“You’re still okay with this temperature?” Jesse asked.
“Still feels warm to me with you two in here.”
“Good. Cold tenses you back up, but the water can only be so warm before it raises your core temperature too high.”
“Is that why you panicked when I went into a heat flush?”
“Mhmm.” He dug his fingers into my calf. “It’s so similar to a fever and it’s not very good for the baby.”
I let them work out my tension for a while longer until the temperature of the water had gone down enough that I was getting chilly. They both helped me out and dried me diligently before taking me to the nest.
Jesse held up a bottle of lotion. “This was in your care package from Janessa. Supposed to be really nice and keep you comfortable with any skin stretching during the third trimester.”
“Slather away.” I stretched out and almost melted on the spot with how hot their gazes were on me.
Jesse planted a kiss on my bump before lovingly coating it, diligently working in every drop, my skin drinking it up. Micah settled at my back, kissing each of my shoulders in turn before doing the same. I could scarcely catch my breath as they navigated every inch of skin. Micah nibbled my throat and nipped my earlobe while he swept lotioned hands over my breasts.
I shuddered as he worked, slick making my thighs slippery by the time Jesse had worked up my legs and spread them apart. His mouth met mine and I drowned in the taste of him.
“You make it very hard to be good, sweetness,” Jesse whispered against my lips. “We’re supposed to be relaxing you and you’re just so fucking tempting.”
I hooked my arm behind his head so he couldn’t go far and kissed him until I was dizzy. “ I’m the temptation? Have you seen you?”
Micah chuckled in my ear. “Be a good girl for me and get on your hands and knees. You can still kiss Jesse in that position, but we can’t have your ass going untended.”
The two of them helped me rearrange myself and Micah let out an appreciative whistle.
“Look at you, wet to the knees for us.”
“I’m really needy now,” I whined. “You two are unfair.”
“Says the omega running around looking like a goddess and smelling just as delicious. Do you want us to play with you, angel?”
“I always want you to play with me. Some days that’s all I think about.”
My two alphas laughed, pressing me between them once more.
Micah teased over the globes of my ass, making sure every bit was moisturized. “How do you feel about the play here going deeper? Have you ever played with that before?”
I swallowed hard, shaking my head. “I was always afraid to with Andrew. He tried to push it a few times, but I never wanted to with him.”
“No one here is going to push you,” Micah promised. “If you want to explore it, we’ll go nice and slow, and if you don’t want to, or you change your mind at any point, there’s no problem. I think you’d have fun with it, but my opinion on that doesn’t matter in this case. Tell me what you’d like.”
“I want to try it.” Nerves danced in my belly, but I trusted Micah. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
“Do you remember your colors in case it gets difficult for you to speak?” Micah asked in my ear.
“Green for good, yellow to pause, red or three taps to stop.”
“Good girl. You focus on Jesse while I get you ready. If you need to stop, change positions, or anything else, just let us know.”
He fetched something out of one of the dressers I had yet to fully go through in the nest, and returned with a bottle of silicone lube he dangled so I could see.
“When did we get that?”
“I believe in being prepared. I’ve stocked up on tons of stuff so you’re never going to be limited by what you want to try.”
“Do I have to do anything specific?”
“Nope. Just relax and communicate with me.”
Jesse got himself comfortable, letting me rest against him, and wedging pillows here and there so I could relax without my belly getting too in the way. I listened to Jesse’s heartbeat, melting into the warmth of his arms, my fingers digging into his chest when Micah pressed his thumb against me.
“Green,” I breathed out before he could ask. The pressure felt strange, but it made me crave more.
“Good girl. A little more now.”
I shivered as he pushed in that finger carefully, a low moan sliding from my lips. “Green.”
“You’re doing so well at communicating, sweetness.” Jesse tipped my chin up and bent his head to kiss me, long and slow while Micah worked his first finger into me.
I whined against Jesse’s mouth when Micah paused. “I said green.”
Micah chuckled. “And I said we were going slow. Have patience, angel.”
“No patience.”
“Do you want me to fuck you while I work on your ass? Or you can put that perfect pussy on Jesse’s cock if you’re so impatient.”
“Can you still reach everything properly if I’m sitting upright on him?”
“Not as easily, but still manageable.”
“I’ll stay where I am. You can fuck me like this, and I’ll take care of Jesse.”
“Sweetness, you don’t have to.”
“I want to. Now lie back and keep looking gorgeous.”
Micah laughed behind me and Jesse obeyed the instruction, wriggling up to the head of the bed so we didn’t have to readjust any of my pillows. I curled my fingers around Jesse’s cock, waiting for Micah to fuck into me before I risked putting my teeth on anything so sensitive.
My eyes crossed as Micah filled me up and set a teasing pace before going back to working my ass open. It was so hard to focus between the fog of Jesse’s desire and the spiraling sensations Micah was producing.
He dripped more lube down and I panted at the sting of a second finger.
“Yellow,” I gasped out.
Micah held still and I swallowed as much of Jesse as I could manage, letting my body adjust to this new intrusion. More and more lube joined Micah’s fingers until I felt it dripping down along with my slick.
“Green.” I pumped Jesse with one hand, delighted by every delicious sound he made as I swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip and sucked hard. He curled his hands into fists, his thighs tensing.
Micah drove his fingers into me, slow but relentless until I was pressing back against him. “I’m not going to fuck this perfect ass tonight no matter how much you do that.”
I whined around Jesse, pouring all my sexual frustration into getting him off. “ Green .”
“We’re easing you into this,” Micah insisted. “You have to take at least three fingers before we’re going to try you on a cock.”
“Hurry up with a third then.”
Both alphas laughed, the sounds immediately choked off when I squeezed my pussy and hand.
“I think we’re creating a monster,” Jesse groaned out.
“She just needs to come a few times and she’ll chill out,” Micah replied.
I scooped up some of the abundance of slick from my thighs and used it to hand-fuck Jesse over the edge. The string of curses falling from his lips satisfied the primal parts of my omega brain. When he spilled all over me, I took him down with slow pumps and left him panting while Micah worked in the elusive third finger that promised more if I could take it.
My limbs shook, the sting and burn making me lightheaded, pleasure searing through my body in equal measure with the pain. “Green, fuck, don’t stop. I can do it.”
“You don’t have to do it all today, angel.”
“But I want to .”
“I’ll get you some toys to play with tomorrow,” he promised. “They’re already on hand, but I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
I turned my pout on him. “If you’re not going to fuck me like I’m asking for, you have to at least give me a knot.”
“That part I can do.” Micah flexed his hips, working his cock deep while he continued toying with me. “If you want to keep playing with this perfect ass, you should ask Luke to join us.”
I squeaked at the mention of his name. We hadn’t been together after that first time, but now that Micah had planted the seed, I wanted to see what they would be like as a team. I could be like the omega in the video.
Jesse shifted, slipping his hand between my thighs to stroke my clit while Micah picked up his pace, still thrusting his fingers into my ass, all three combined to turn me into a shaking, whimpering mess. I exploded in a rush of slick and a scream that left my throat raw. Micah’s knot expanded with his fingers still wedged deep and Jesse still at work, which sent me tumbling straight into the void. Darkness swallowed me up, the pleasure too overwhelming to stay conscious.
I was only under for a few seconds, or at least that was how long it felt.
“Holy shit, sweetness. Scared the hell out of me going limp like that.” Jesse was busy checking my vitals, counting out the pulse in my wrist.
“I’m okay,” I croaked. A laugh burst out. “More than okay. I loved every second.”
Micah curled his fingers and I clenched around him. “I’m glad you had fun, angel. Because this is only the beginning. You want me to wake you up tomorrow with some special attention?”
“Yes, please.” A shiver of excitement zipped through me. I couldn’t fucking wait.