Chapter 3
parker
Sunlight filters through the blinds of Arlo’s tiny bedroom, warm across my bare skin.
I’m pinned between two furnaces, Arlo’s face buried between my breasts, one arm slung possessively over my waist, and Fox curled behind me like a living blanket, his tattooed hand resting heavy on my hip.
My thighs are sticky. My pussy is deliciously sore.
And the combined scent of us is so thick in the air I can taste it on every inhale.
Peach and vanilla and citrus wrapped up in pineapple-caramel and deep cedarwood-leather. It smells like sex and safety and something I’m not ready to name.
I shift, just a little, and slick leaks out of me again, mixing with the mess they left inside me last night. A soft whimper escapes before I can stop it.
Fox’s hand tightens on my hip. “Morning, baby,” he rasps, voice gravel-rough from sleep and everything we did. His lips brush the back of my neck, and I feel his cock twitch against my ass, already half-hard.
Arlo lifts his head, hair a total mess, that lazy grin spreading across his face the second our eyes meet. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice still husky. “All flushed and pretty and leaking for us again. Greedy little Omega.”
My face burns. I try to hide it behind my hands, but Arlo catches my wrists and pins them gently above my head, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Don’t hide. You were so fucking perfect last night.” He rocks his hips once, letting me feel how hard he is. “Still are.”
Fox makes a low sound of agreement and nips at my shoulder. “Smells so sweet in the morning. Like you want us to eat you for breakfast.”
I laugh, embarrassed and turned on all over again. “I thought this was just one night.” Not that I want it to be, but these two Alphas have never shown any other intention toward making this a permanent move. I’m trying not to get my hopes up.
Arlo’s grin widens. “We did say that.” He releases my wrists and rolls out of bed, completely naked and completely unbothered. The silver piercing at the head of his cock catches the light as he stretches, making my pulse spike. “But pancakes first. Can’t fuck you properly on an empty stomach.”
Fox huffs a quiet laugh behind me and presses one last kiss to my neck before he climbs out, too. “He’s right. You need fuel, baby.”
They don’t give me a chance to overthink. Arlo tosses me one of his oversized tees and Fox helps me slide it on, his hands lingering on my thighs as the hem falls just past my ass. I’m still sticky between my legs, but neither of them seems to mind.
The kitchen is tiny, barely big enough for the three of us. Arlo moves around, pulling out mix and a pan while Fox starts the coffee. I hop up onto the counter, legs swinging, and watch them move seamlessly.
Arlo glances over his shoulder and winks. “You gonna sit there looking edible or are you helping?”
“Supervising,” I say, grinning. “You two look good together.”
Arlo snorts as Fox drags him possessively into a kiss of their own, their tongues tangling long enough that I have to press my thighs together. God, I need a shower. My scent spikes, a small whine slipping through my lips.
Fox pulls back and moves to me, his hand finding the back of my neck as he passes, thumb stroking along my throat in a way that makes my pulse jump. “Careful. Keep making noises like that and we’ll skip the pancakes.”
Arlo chuckles and pours batter into the pan. “Ignore him. He’s just grumpy because he didn’t get to come in your mouth last night.”
Fox flips him off without looking, but there’s a small smirk tugging at his lips.
The domestic ease of it all makes my chest feel too tight.
This is supposed to be casual. One night.
Friends with benefits at most. Just Alphas on my team I had a little fun with after winning and then we’ll go back to normal.
But when Arlo flips the first pancake and it lands perfectly, he does a little victory dance that has me laughing so hard I almost fall off the counter. Fox catches me with both hands on my waist, steadying me, and the heat in his eyes says he’s thinking about last night, too.
We eat right there at the tiny table, pancakes stacked high, dripping with syrup, coffees strong and black for Fox, way too much cream and sugar for me and Arlo.
Arlo keeps stealing bites off my plate. Fox keeps one hand on my thigh under the table, thumb stroking slow circles that make me shift in my seat.
“So,” I say after a while, licking syrup off my fork. “Last night was… fun.”
Arlo leans back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “Understatement of the year, baby. You took both of us so well.” He reaches across the table and tucks a curl behind my ear. “You sore?”
“A little,” I admit. “In the best way.” I stuff my face with another bite just as Fox’s fingers start sliding up my inner thigh. “I need a shower,” I mumble, my face heating up as Fox’s fingers continue to move until he’s swiping through the mess of last night on my skin.
“It’s too bad. I would have loved for you to show up at practice full and smelling like us.”
My scent spikes again, sweet peach blooming bright in the small kitchen. Both of them inhale sharply. Just the thought of being claimed like that has my stomach in knots. But we’re not a pack and coach would have my ass smelling like that.
Arlo groans. “Fuck, Parker. You’re gonna kill us.”
I laugh, but it comes out shaky. “We’re doing this right? Keeping it casual?”
“Casual,” Fox repeats, voice low. His hand stays on my thigh like he can’t bear to let go.
Arlo nods, but his eyes are locked on my mouth. “Totally casual.”
None of us believe it for a second.
The chemistry crackles between us like static before a storm. I can already feel myself getting wet again, smelling how much they want me. But for now, we finish our pancakes, trading easy teasing and inside jokes, pretending this is still simple.
Deep down, I already know it isn’t.
Not even close.