Chapter 34 Hayden
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Hayden
Ireally wish I was in something besides these tight little shorts right now.
Watching Kole and Jo circle each other like two lions about to go at each other’s throats is hot as fuck though. Especially since Jo is in a black sports bra and what I can only describe as booty shorts. Her ass looks even more amazing than usual as she eyes the alpha.
She looks sexy as hell, meanwhile I feel like a fucking professional wrestler. All I’m missing is a pair of lace-up boots, a bad spray tan, and a giant belt.
It’s nice Jo booked the gym for a private session, because it would be super awkward if anyone walked in on us dressed like this.
Sam snorts next to me, nodding at my erection. “You’re hopeless.”
“Hopelessly crazy about our girl.” I smirk. “If you didn’t want to see it, you should have given me something to wear besides a speedo. Just because it’s what you wear—”
Sam cuts in. “It’s not what I wear.”
Pointedly, I glance down at his shorts—the ones that match mine exactly, except in a dark green versus my burnt orange.
When Jo handed me the shorts this morning, claiming that Sam got them for me, I was skeptical, but figured he knew best out of all of us.
She had practically begged us all to come down and do a few rounds with her, for “her own peace of mind.” We only have one more day until we go back to Thornfield, so I don’t blame her for wanting to make sure we can handle ourselves.
“Jo said Dec’s pack has a new, strict dress code for their gym…” he frowns, looking down at my ass.
I cover my sweet cheeks with my hands. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here, Daddy-O.”
He swats my hands away. “Shut up.” He bends down, squinting.
What the hell is he doing? “You should at least buy me dinner first—”
He turns, looking at West’s ass on his other side. His teeny weeny shorts are light blue, the same brand as ours. West takes a step back. “What the fuck—”
“Are you switching teams?” I tilt my head. “I’m a pretty open guy, but I’d rather you check with Jo first—”
“Son of a bitch!” He turns to face Jo, who currently has her legs wrapped around Kole’s neck, and not in a fun way.
Actually, looking at the way her thighs flex as she squeezes, I feel like that could be really fun for me.
“What’s the matter, Sammy-boy?” she pants, finally releasing Kole when he taps her leg. The little thrill that flitters through our bond has me arching a brow.
“Fuck, Lisichka,” Kole gasps, his hands going to his neck as he sits up. “You could not be any more perfect.” The Russian giant had to squeeze into a pair of sunny yellow shorts, and his own arousal is apparent.
At least I’m not the only one.
She winks at him. “Your form could use some work.”
Kole lets out a playful growl, but then Sam is clearing his throat. “Jo, where did you get the shorts you have us wearing?”
Her eyes widen innocently. “These? Standard issue, remember? Dress-code and all that.”
“So…” He prowls forward, and she scrambles to her feet, her eyes dancing with something that looks a hell of a lot like mischief. “You’re trying to tell me that ‘PoJ’—the letters stamped across all our asses—doesn’t stand for ‘Property of Jo’?”
She fights a smile, biting her lip. “So what if it does?”
“Dress code?” He arches a brow.
“Considerin’ I’m part owner of this gym, I believe I’m entitled to set a dress code.” She takes a step back, and he follows.
“You little brat,” the words come out a growl, and she continues to retreat, and that look in her eyes? Definitely mischief.
Even without the sense of thrill going through the bond, the six-foot-four Russian on the floor is proof that she could take down any one of us, but instead she’s inviting us to a little game.
“You say ‘brat’,” she huffs a breath when her back hits the padded wall, “I say ‘omega who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it’.”
“And what is it you want, Trouble?” His grin is feral as he cages her against the wall.
Damn, now I’m even harder .
“Isn’t it obvious?” She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his. “I want my men, dressed in sexy little shorts with my stamp of ownership on their asses.”
I grin. “I mean, yeah, it is kind of obvious when you put it that way.”
West walks over to Sam’s side, looking down at her as he chuckles softly. “You could have just asked us to wear them.”
“Aw, but where’s the fun in that, Doctor?” Her breathing is shallow as she looks between them, and when Kole joins them, my view of her is completely cut off.
A small whimper leaves her, even as Kole’s hand runs over her hair. “I don’t know, I kind of like them. They make my thighs look like tree trunks, I think.”
I can’t see her expression, but I can feel the fire inside her through the bond. “Mmm, Sugar Bear, they definitely do. And have you seen Hayden’s ass?”
My voice is rough when I take a step closer. “What about my ass?”
“I just want to take a bite,” she moans as West’s head dips down to her neck. “My own little pack of man-candy.”
Her words have my cock twitching, and I find myself moving closer. There’s not much room for me in the little half-circle they’ve created around her, but I’m not about to let that stop me. I’ll crawl between their feet if I have to.
My omega thinks I have a biteable ass? Who am I to deny her?
“Trouble,” Sam murmurs, “tell me the door to this gym locks.”
“It’s been locked since we got in here.” She licks her lips.
When I approach the space between Sam and Kole, I’m surprised by Sam’s hand finding the back of my neck. My eyes widen, and I swallow roughly. “Uhhh, Sam?”
Kole chuckles. “You want a turn directing him, do you?”
Sam grunts, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m thinking about it. He’s been particularly mouthy today. I can think of better uses for it. Especially when our girl needs to be taught a lesson.”
My heart jumps into my throat.
Kole’s hand grips my shoulder. “Despite his mischievous nature, he is very compliant when directed to please our omega.”
“Hayden?” Jo’s breathy voice has me turning towards her. Green pools of pure desire stare at me, and I know in that moment I’ll do anything they ask me to.
Despite the pure want shining back at me, it’s easy to see the question in her eyes.
Am I okay with this?
I give her a smile and a little nod at the same time I send her a surge of reassurance through the bond.
She sends a wave of excitement to me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
When Sam’s hand pushes downward, forcing me to my knees, I can hear my heart beating in my ears. This is…different. When Kole takes charge, he’s more of a direction-giver. It looks like Sam is going to be fully hands-on.
I’m directly in front of Jo now, my eyes level with the little shorts cupping her sweet pussy.
“Hayden.” Sam’s voice is calm and measured, a stark contrast to the tight grip he has on me. “Our omega has been very bad.”
Despite the fact there’s nothing but lust in our bond, I glance up at Jo to see how she’s taking his words. When I see her chest flushed with heat and her eyes glazed with lust, it’s obvious she’s very into the little game we’re playing.
Sam continues. “She needs a punishment for pulling this stunt, and you’re going to help me give it to her.”
When I nod, he huffs a laugh. “Fuck, is this all it takes to get you to shut up and listen? Put Jo’s pussy in front of your face?”
“I thought we knew that already.” West smirks, taking a step back.
Kole follows suit, but Sam moves to the side, taking both of Jo’s hands and holding them above her head. “If I’m too rough, tell me.” His words are unusually gentle, and at first I think he’s talking to Jo. But when I glance at him, he’s looking at me.
Swallowing, I nod again. I’m not sure how he could be rough, but I’ll figure out a way to let him know.
Sam nods once in affirmation. “Hayden, take off her shorts.” I immediately reach for her waistband, groaning when I see she has no underwear on.
“Did you plan this, Fireball?” I murmur, tossing the shorts behind me and pressing a kiss to her hip.
“I plead the fifth,” she gasps as Sam uses his free hand to fist the hair at the back of my head.
My eyes widen in surprise as he pushes my face forward into her pussy, but the moment my mouth opens and my tongue meets her apple-cinnamon goodness, I nearly come in my ridiculously small shorts.
Sam’s hand holds me in place while I lick and suck at her, my hands gripping her hips in a way that I hope isn’t too hard.
Her cries of pleasure tell me it’s the opposite, though.
“You like that, dirty girl?” Sam murmurs to Jo, “You like using your alpha like a damn sex toy?”
His words have me groaning into her pussy, and her legs start to shake. “Hayden!” Jo cries, her hips bucking against my mouth. “Sam! I’m so close!”
But then Sam yanks me back by my hair, the burn of the pull doing something funny to my dick.
“Sam!” she snaps, and when I look up, she actually looks a little pissed. “What the fuck? I was right there!”
“It’s called a punishment, Trouble.” He smirks down at her, and her mouth opens in indignation. “You didn’t think you’d get to come straight away, did you?”
“That’s not fair!” My omega looks helplessly from West to Kole, who only shrug.
“It is part of the game, is it not?” Kole asks, tilting his head. “You tricked us, and now you get your ‘punishment’.”
“If you don’t want it,” West adds gently, “Sam will let you go right now. We don’t have to do this.”
“Think about it,” Sam murmurs, leaning in close and running his tongue across her bond marks, making her moan. “A few more close calls, and when you finally come, it’ll be the most intense orgasm of your life.”
She glances down at me, biting her lip. “You’re okay with this?”
I grin up at her, licking my lips. “Fuck yeah, Fireball. But full disclosure to everyone here, pulling my hair definitely makes my dick hard.”
“Noted,” Sam mutters, before looking over at Kole. “Come take her hands so I make sure horny boy here doesn’t touch himself.”
My jaw drops. “What am I being punished for?”