Chapter 24
Scotty
“Such an eager girl for us." Ryder's lips brushed my ear as we stood waiting for the elevator, his words vibrating against my skin with that signature blend of confidence and mischief that seemed woven into his DNA. "Couldn't even make it through dinner before coming back to us, huh?"
"Please," I shot back, rolling my eyes. "You were practically begging me to come over."
I elbowed him in the ribs, which accomplished absolutely nothing except remind me that Ryder Thomas was built like a brick wall. The Alpha didn't even flinch.
Still, the teasing helped. The last ten minutes had been a blur of decisions and adrenaline and the slightly terrifying realization that I had voluntarily walked back into the orbit of two professional hockey players who smelled like heaven and bad decisions.
Wrapped in Ryder's arms outside the building, I finally made a decision.
I was done fighting this.
For the last two days, my brain and my Omega had been locked in a very stupid tug-of-war, and frankly, I was tired of being the rope.
My Omega wanted them. She had been making that extremely clear since the moment I crashed my car into Ryder's Range Rover.
Fighting it didn't make things easier. It made me grumpy and slightly unhinged.
So tonight I was letting go.
Whatever happened after tonight could be Future Scotty's problem. She might hate me for it later, but at least she'll have the memory of tonight to hold onto.
Ryder's mouth found that tender hollow beneath my ear, and my brain flickered like a dying lightbulb, consciousness reduced to nothing but static and want.
The elevator doors had barely closed before Ryder backed me against the wall, his body caging mine.
His tongue darted across his bottom lip as his eyes raked over me, hungry and intent.
When his fingers found my throat, circling it with gentle pressure, I couldn't stop the needy sound that escaped me.
"It was torture sitting across from you without being allowed to touch you, Omega," he growled low in my ear.
His breath smelled like coffee and minty toothpaste, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head when he squeezed my throat.
Not enough to cut off my air, just enough for me to get the message. He was in charge now.
And I was so on board.
"I'm going to make you pay for that later, Sweetheart," he murmured, his thigh pressing forward to part my trembling knees.
Dignity was a distant memory at that point, and I found myself rocking against his thigh, desperate for any friction I could get.
I was so fucking turned on, and I could feel my slick drenching my panties. It wouldn't surprise me if Ryder's pants were already sporting a wet spot.
His lips teased me, so close I could feel his breath on mine, but the firm grip of his hand around my throat kept me pinned against the wall, unable to claim the kiss I desperately wanted.
The frustrated sound that escaped me was half whine, half plea.
Ryder closed even more distance between us, his nose grazing mine in a teasing caress before he pressed his forehead against mine, pinning me with his gaze.
"If you want me to kiss you, Scotty," he murmured. "You're going to have to beg for it."
"Please," I whimpered softly.
"You can do better, Omega," he growled.
"Fuck! Please.. Please kiss me." Then a little softer. A little more desperate. "Please, Alpha."
A sound rumbled from deep in Ryder's chest, primal and possessive, before he claimed my mouth with his, kissing me so thoroughly I forgot how to breathe until my body screamed for oxygen.
By the time he pulled away, I could barely remember my own name, my lungs struggling for air as every nerve ending in my body screamed for more.
His hand slipped under my hockey jersey, busying himself with my boobs. His other hand maintained that possessive grip around my throat.
I was fucking close to coming when the elevator dinged, and he pulled away from me. I growled in frustration, and Ryder chuckled.
Bastard.
"You'll have to wait for that orgasm, Sweetheart," he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. "Can't risk anyone seeing my girl like this."
My girl.
Why did that do weird things to my heart?
Before I could overthink things, Ryder scooped me up like I weighed absolutely nothing as he tossed me over his shoulder, and my world flipped upside down.
He carried me to their apartment, where Hunter was waiting for us in nothing but a towel and a sexy grin on his stupidly handsome face.
"You made it!" Hunter exclaimed, his smile wide, his nipples on full display. My brain was officially cooked, and I'll never be able to think a coherent thought ever again.
Like, don't get me wrong. The rest of his chest was delicious, but my god, I've never seen prettier nipples in my life.
Hunter without a shirt should be fucking illegal.
"Like what you see, Baby Girl?" Hunter teased and then made a tsking sound as he took in my disheveled appearance. "I see the two of you couldn't wait to get things started."
"I was just warming her up for us, Babe."
Fuck me. Why did that sound so hot?
I wiggled in Ryder's hold, desperate to get my hands on one of them. Or both of them.
"Uh, excuse me, sir, do you mind putting me down?" I meant it as a joke, but Ryder's grip on me tightened, and his Alpha scent thickened in the air. Who needed actual coffee when you had an Alpha whose scent made your insides perk up?
"Mmm, I think he likes being called sir." Hunter stepped closer, and I tried to brace my hands against Ryder's back so I could keep looking at him. Unfortunately, I had the upper body strength of a newborn kitten.
My hands slipped, and I accidentally smacked Ryder's ass.
And then, because curiosity got the better of me, squeezed it.
It's a nice ass. A very nice ass.
Top tier, honestly.
Best out there.
Except for Hunter's. His ass was also stellar. Just like his nipples.
I wonder if Ryder's nipples are as pretty as Hunter's?
Would Ryder be cool with me playing with his nipples while Hunter fucked his perfect ass?
"I'm a top Scotty," Ryder rumbled in my ear as he finally- finally!
- dragged me down his body enough so I wasn't hanging upside down but rather wedged between a delicious Alpha sandwich.
My legs wrapped around his waist while Hunter closed the last inch of space between us, his chest flush against my back.
"You're a what?" I asked, feeling slightly out of it from hanging upside down for so long.
"A top," Ryder repeated. chuckling while Hunter buried his face against my neck and breathed me in. "If anyone's ass is getting fucked, it's Hunter's. Or yours."
"You're welcome to play with my nipples anytime, Baby Girl," Hunter whispered against my heated skin, and a desperate, needy sound escaped me.
Being pressed between them was doing extremely dangerous things to my ability to function. My body was buzzing, my arousal building until it felt like I might combust.
"I need more," I whimpered, desperate for something. Anything. My body was on fire, and if I didn't have an orgasm soon, I might die.
"Tell us what you need, Omega." Ryder's voice dropped into something deep and commanding. All Alpha. My Omega lurched forward, and I bared my neck for him.
"More," I whispered, swallowing down another whine. "Everything."
Hunter and Ryder exchanged a look over my shoulder.
"Bedroom. Now," Ryder barked.