45. Jess
Jess
Hunt and Sunny are adorable together. Sunny teaches Hunt how to layer ingredients for the best taste.
Hunt struggling to do something as basic as chop vegetables.
Out of all of us, he was not who I expected to try to learn to cook.
Before coming here, I'd never seen the man step foot in a kitchen. He wants to find ways to help Sunny.
His eyes are transfixed on her face, and he's absorbing every word. I'm on my laptop at the table trying to make some social media strategies for the hotel up here, but it's fucking near-impossible with them around.
Hunt’s face catches the light, and my chest squeezes. I swipe my hands over my face. I need to get it together.
Seeing him with her makes my heart swell with happiness and a bottomless longing. If they're able to form something and I'm left out, it would be wrenching, but I'd understand. But being part of their clearly emerging relationship—that's my dream.
Sunny's hips sway as she walks around the kitchen, and I want to sink my fingers in her soft curves and bite that beautiful lower back that's peeking out from under her white peasant top. She looks like a goddamn angel in that thing. The jeans she's wearing perfectly sculpt her round ass.
I glance at my screen one more time and close the laptop. There's no way I'm getting work done right now. I stand and make my way over to them. Hunt notices me first, smiling. I reach out and brush my knuckles along his cheek. His eyes widen, but if anything, the smile widens further.
Sunny clocks the movement, and I brace for an issue.
She's our omega, and if it's a problem, I hope we can work it out.
I know that Hunt and I both feel she's ours already.
Everything she does pulls every corner of my soul, not just because of her scent.
She's so brave and sweet and kind. And sassy as hell, too.
That might be my favorite part about her.
But she doesn't scowl or become upset. If anything, her scent shifts into something richer and thicker.
She likes seeing us together, I realize.
Her eyes are heated, darting glances at the two of us. My hand falls to the small of Hunt’s back.
"Like what you see, Sunshine?" I purr. Perfume fills the kitchen, and this angel—this absolutely perfect woman—blushes. Pink stains up her cheeks, and it decimates me.
The hand not on Hunt's back shoots out and cups the back of her neck to pull her to us. She moves forward willingly, and we place her between us. Her front to mine, and Hunt pressed against her back.
"You like seeing your alphas together, Sunshine?" I ask.
She nods, and a keening whine slips out. I groan, my cock a hard rod pressing against my pants and into her soft belly. Could this girl be any more perfect for us?
As if in answer to my unspoken question, Sunny reaches down and runs her fingers along the seam of my pants over my now throbbing cock.
I watch as her other hand twists to meet the front of Hunt’s pants behind her, rubbing along his length.
Hunt groans and lays his head on her shoulder, scent marking her.
I do the same to her opposite shoulder. She wraps one hand in each of our hair, whimpering.
I tilt her chin up. "Tell me to stop, and I will.
But if you don't—if you keep looking at me like that—I'm going to kiss you so hard this whole damn farm forgets your name.
" Before I can move another muscle, she rises on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
I open and then deepen the kiss. Pulling at her bottom lip while she licks into my mouth. We pull apart, and she whines.
"We can't leave the food," she says, lament in every word.
I meet Hunt's smoldering eyes over her head. "Then we don't leave the food," I growl.
They both stare at me, and my cock twitches with all the things I want to do to them.
Then, my lips are on Sunny's, and she's meeting my tongue with hers, stroke for stroke.
My hand wraps around Sunny's waist, and my other wraps around her and Hunt to pull him in closer.
His hand shoots into my hair, and when I pull away from Sunny, I see his other hand buried in the front of her pants.
Her perfume is constant now. Our eyes lock over her head, and his flicker with fire.
We've always been able to communicate this way. Almost seamlessly—without words.
Hunt slips his hand out of her pants and licks the fingers that were inside her while never breaking eye contact with me. Sunny sees it too, and visibly shudders with need. I take her chin in my hand. It's so small in comparison. She's such a little thing. Her hands tug at my shirt.
"I want you, " she says, first looking to me, and then to Hunt. "Both of you."
Hunt and I move as one. He pushes everything off the table.
I spin her, lift her by her perfect, round ass and carry her.
Laying her across the surface, I immediately start pulling her jeans over her perfect hips and down her smooth legs.
Her lacy underwear is a casualty of momentum.
She moans, looks over my shoulder, and reaches her hand out to Hunt.
I'm already licking up her thighs, but I keep one eye trained on Hunt, who steps up beside her. I nip and lick at the most sensitive skin right below her center. Sunny reaches for Hunt's jeans.
"Be sweet for me, omega. Then I’ll show you how sharp my hunger really is. You want this cock? You take it out,” Hunt orders.
She scrambles at his belt, both eager and distracted because I've started working my fingers and tongue through her soaking wet folds and over her glistening clit. She tastes like delicious summer perfection.
Sunny finally pops Hunt's hard length out, and god, I thought I couldn't be more aroused than I already am.
Still, between his thick, black, bobbing cock, her sweet perfume, and the honey-flavored slick I can't get enough of, my cock is so hard and so sensitive I feel like one touch, and I'll blow my load like an overexcited virgin.
Hunt wraps Sunny’s hair around his fist, steering her mouth to the head of his cock. "You look at me when I fuck your mouth," he growls.
She moans and opens, allowing him to glide along her tongue before he plunges in.
He only gets halfway before his head hits the back of her throat.
She makes a ball-tingling choking sound, but firmly wraps her hand around his base and starts to bob and swirl her tongue.
God, this is every wet dream I've ever had.
I slip a finger into her opening and match my tongue on her clit with her tongue on Hunt's shaft.
He sees what I'm doing and growls, tipping his head to the ceiling before he starts coming into her mouth.
I pick up my work on her dripping cunt, and soon she's a writhing, orgasming mess on the table.
Hunt is hunched over, breathing heavily and stroking Sunny's hair while he breathes sweetness into her ear. "You're such a good omega. You took my cock so well, swallowing everything I gave you."
My cock is stone. I pull out the chair, and the scraping sound makes them look up at me.
Slowly, I unbuckle my pants and pull them down.
I'm not one for undergarments. Always figured pants were enough.
You don't need another layer.. My cock springs free, and I hiss.
The air alone is enough sensation to cause precum to dribble from the head.
Sitting in the chair, I fist my cock in my hand.
"Come here." I barely manage not to bark at Sunny.
She scrambles up and walks to me. I let go of my cock to grab her round, plump hips in my hands, spinning her to face Hunt, whose eyes are fire. He knows where I'm going with this.
"You're going to sit on my cock, Sunshine,” I say. “And while I fuck this pretty little pussy, your other alpha is going to lick your nub."
A full-body shudder slides up her spine as she perfumes. "Yes, please, alphas."
What a beautiful girl, begging for her alphas cocks. Knowing we'd never dare deny her anything she wanted, and begging anyway.
I pull her back and band my arm around her waist. Lifting her, I position her over my cock, dragging the head through her slick center.
She whines and bucks in my arms, trying to spear herself.
I laugh low and then bring her down, sheathing her in one sharp thrust. Her ragged shout has me clenching my fists to keep from coming on the spot.
Hunt sees my struggle and falls to his knees between mine. He glides his hands up Sunny's legs and takes hold of both her knees. Pulling them apart, he positions them on the far side of my thighs so that my legs hold her open for us.
"God, you two are glorious," Hunt says.
In her position, Sunny can't do anything but take me.
I grasp her hips and begin bouncing her on my cock while thrusting in deep.
Slow at first, and then faster and faster.
Hunt leans forward. I can't see him, but I feel when he begins sucking and licking Sunny's clit from the way her walls start to flutter and clamp around me.
For a moment, I think it's the best thing I've ever felt. Until Hunt's mouth begins working at the place where Sunny and I connect. God, if I was struck down dead right now, I'd have lived a perfect life knowing nothing but this moment.
Sunny clearly feels the same from the way she grabs his hair and drags him closer.
It only takes a few more hard thrusts, and she's screaming and clawing at us.
Her already tight cunt squeezes down. I roar into her hair and feel the hot jet of my cum dump into her.
Hunt groans from his position between our legs.
"You should see your cum drip out of her and around your cock," he says. " Fuck ." He cleans the mess with his tongue, making my cock twitch within Sunny.
Knotting her isn't an option here. There's nowhere to keep her, and that's not exactly fair to Hunt, anyway.
So instead, I run kisses up her shoulder and under her neck, biting down, but not hard enough to break skin.
Thinking of the day when I'll bite and bond with her for real leaves me an aching mess all over again.
Hunt comes back from the kitchen with two washcloths.
I slip from her and move her so that she's cradled in my arms while he cleans her up.
My hand glides into Hunt's hair, and I find Sunny's opposite hand already there.
"I love you," she confesses, looking more than a little shy. She's focussing on our hands in Hunt's hair. "Both of you. I trust you, Jess. You always make me feel like you'll never judge or lie. And Hunt, you're so kind and supportive. I want to be here with you both. Exactly as we are."
"We love you too, Bumblebee," Hunt assures her. He's stroking up her legs. "Not because of scents or your omega. For you." He looks to me to help explain.
"We've been looking for someone to help us complete the pack, us.
" I gesture between Hunt and me. "For a long time.
Scenting you was one thing, but getting to know you—your love for this farm, the way you work us all until we're putty.
You have Cole apologizing, Hunt cooking, and Luca smiling, for god's sake. "
"And you have Jess thinking before he speaks," Hunt adds. I tilt my head back and forth on this one. It's more that she loves what comes out of my mouth, even when it's shit.
"The point is, we love you,” I say. “With or without scent-sensitivity, you're everything to us."
Her eyes are glassy, and she's clearly holding back tears as she smiles at us.
A timer goes off in the kitchen.
"Oh my god, the pot roast!" Sunny leaps off my lap and runs pantsless to the stove. Hunt and I stare at her for a minute before looking back at each other, chuckling.