Chapter 25 #2
Spencer hummed his pleasure, trying to get Ash to pull harder, and Ash swore loudly, swelling in Spencer’s mouth. Spencer hollowed his cheeks, ready to get what he needed.
But then a big, calloused hand wrapped around Spencer’s cock, and Spencer choked as his nerves went haywire. Ah, fuck. That was too much. He couldn’t last through a hand on his dick after so much teasing.
Ryder’s thumb swept mercilessly over Spencer’s sensitive head, and Spencer fucking lost it.
His vision narrowed down to nothing, and his spine sparked with electricity as he shot over Ryder’s fist with a tortured moan.
He could feel himself spasming around the thick knot still inside him, and Ryder’s breathing grew harsh in his ear.
Spencer’s dumb mouth went slack again, but it didn’t matter, because Ash had wrapped a hand around his own cock and was stroking furiously. It was barely two seconds later before he was splashing cum into Spencer’s open mouth, stray drops escaping onto Spencer’s lips and cheeks.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Spencer groaned and collapsed back, but Ryder had him.
The other alpha let go of Spencer’s softening cock and tucked him more firmly against his chest. And, like, thank God for those fucking perfect, tatted thighs, because Spencer didn’t know how Ryder was still holding them both up kneeling like that.
He must’ve whined some sort of question in that direction, because Ryder kissed gently at his neck. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.”
But of course it was. It was fucking perfect. Spencer’s eyes fell closed as he was nuzzled and soothed. And then Ash was there with a warm washcloth to wipe at Spencer’s face. Spencer accepted the surprisingly gentle care without opening his eyes.
Ash finished up and gave a brief kiss first to Spencer and then to Ryder. “I’ll be on the couch when you two are done.”
Damn, that sounded nice as hell. A cuddle pile when Spencer was no longer trapped by dick.
There was no hurry though. Not when Ryder was leaning them both down and to the side until they were curled up with each other like two little fucked-out shrimp.
Spencer sighed happily and let himself fall away.
It was hours later when Spencer walked out of the bathroom, squeaky clean and clad in fresh boxer briefs.
True to his word, Ash was on the living room couch with a textbook in his lap. He gave Spencer a lazy, devious grin. “Oh my god, he’s got you walking bowlegged.”
There was probably some truth to that—Spencer wasn’t not sore—but he laughed anyway. “Can you blame me that my knees are a little weak? Beats me how you walk at all after your heats, spitfire.”
Ash batted his lashes like some faux-demure version of his friend Everett. “Just built different.”
Spencer wasn’t going to argue with that. He crawled onto the couch and unceremoniously pushed Ash’s textbook out of the way so he could put his head on that warm lap instead. “Pet my hair?” he half asked, half whined.
“Oh, the wet hair you just decided to grace me with?”
But Ash’s fingers were already combing through anyway, scratching at Spencer’s scalp in a way that had Spencer’s toes curling. He sighed happily.
“How are you feeling about the rut?” Ash asked.
Spencer considered his answer as Ryder came in, equally fresh and squeaky clean. He lifted Spencer’s feet and took a seat on the other end of the couch, placing Spencer’s legs in his lap.
Hell yeah, Spencer couch sandwich.
“I think we’ll get along fine,” Spencer said, “as long as Ryder’s alpha doesn’t decide to kill me.”
Ryder let out a low chuckle. “There’s no risk of that.”
Maybe not, if the massive teeth-marked hickey on Spencer’s shoulder was any sort of sign. Apparently Ryder’s alpha was more interested in devouring Spencer than battling him.
“And why’s that?” Spencer asked anyway. “Because you love me?”
“Yep,” Ryder drawled lazily. “My alpha knows who’s his.”
Spencer shivered in delight. Correct fucking answer. He dug his toes into Ryder’s thigh as a thank-you and turned his head to look up at Ash. “And don’t forget, Asher darling, we have your juicy omega booty to help get us through.”
Ash’s fingers stopped their ministrations, and the look of horror on his face was something to behold. Spencer hid his grin by burying his face in his bicep. He could practically hear the sound of Ash turning the phrase “juicy omega booty” over in his head with increasing rage.
“That’s fucking heinous,” Ash finally said, proverbial steam coming out of his cute little ears. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out.”
“But you’re not gonna?” Spencer asked innocently.
Ash scowled down at him. “No.”
“Because you love me?”
His question was met with a truly heavy, put-upon sigh. “Yeah, asshole. Because I love you.”
Spencer finally let his grin out as he snuggled deeper into the couch and his two boyfriends. Fuck, that never got old to hear.
He knew he was probably annoying as hell, always making them say it at the worst possible times, but they never seemed to mind, no matter Ash’s blustering. They always told him as many times as he asked. And he asked a lot.
But, to be fair, Ash was the one who’d set the weird precedent anyway, announcing it in front of his brother and Chase’s iced tea for the first time like that.
“Love you, too,” Spencer said happily, knowing they’d get that he was saying it to each of them.
The three of them were content with silence for a little while. It only took a few minutes for Ash to get over his outrage and pet at Spencer’s hair again, while Ryder kept one proprietary hand on Spencer’s ankle, his thumb rubbing lazily at Spencer’s skin.
“What do you want to do tonight?” Ash eventually asked.
“Dunno.” Spencer yawned. “Maybe take another doze? Ryder dicked me down a little too good. Then … movie night?”
“You sure?” Ryder asked. “Bishop’s having a party.”
Spencer grinned again. He knew Ryder and Ash didn’t really care about the party. Ryder was asking because of him. “Nah,” Spencer answered easily. “Let’s stay in.”
Sure, Spencer still loved a good night out—he hadn’t completely changed his social butterfly stripes.
But he was feeling … sensitive tonight. Not in a bad way, but in the way that meant his heart was a little tender, stuffed so full it was on the edge of painful.
Like an alpha knot but in the chest area.
Maybe he’d keep that comparison to himself though.
In the past, this might have been exactly the kind of night Spencer would disappear into a raging party, mask all that feeling with riotous energy and flirting and booze. And it would have been fun, in its way, and he would have been okay in the end.
But he didn’t have to do that anymore, not if he didn’t want to.
He could stay with these two people who loved him instead.
He could fall into a doze to the sound of Ryder turning pages and Ash muttering through engineering problems. He could let Ryder wake him up before he slept too long, let Ash insist Spencer sleep in the middle tonight, presumably because Ash got too hot but really because he knew it was exactly where Spencer wanted to be.
In other words, Spencer didn’t have to settle for okay. Or fine. Or good enough. Instead, he could stay right where he belonged. At home, with his two hot-as-fuck boyfriends, the ones Spencer got to have for keeps.
And that wasn’t just okay, was it? That was pretty fucking amazing.