Chapter Seven
Fiona
I snuggled into Carlos’ arms as he held me close, warming me up. Speeding down the expressway, in a super-fast car, with the top down was fun, but chilly.
Hale got into the front seat and turned up the heat. Starting the car, he got back onto the expressway, picking up speed, country music playing in the background.
Carlos kissed me, his hand slipping under my shirt. Oh. I see.
Yes, I’d like that very much.
Inhaling his chocolaty scent, I kissed him back. I’d been wanting him since last night. While I’d considered cornering him for some plane sex, I’d never had the opportunity.
But now… now I could get exactly what I wanted. Not to mention check something off of my list. Sure, Hale was driving, but I didn’t mind if this alpha drove while I fucked Carlos.
Maybe Hale would see something he liked.
Warmth blossomed through my body as my core went molten. Carlos slipped off my boots and pants, then did the same for himself.
Carlos placed one of the blankets on the seat, then pushed me down, so I laid across it. His kisses were gentle, but intense, as his hands stroked me. I gasped as his fingers entered me.
While that was sweet, I really wanted some dick.
“Fuck me, Pumpkin,” I breathed, tugging on his hair.
“As you command, Mi Reina.” Grabbing his cock, he put a condom on it, and slid inside me, making me sigh with contentment.
Pulling him close, I kissed him deeply as we fucked like teenagers in the back of the speeding car. Hale’s pluots and alpha desire entwined with my peppermint and Carlos’ chocolate, creating an intoxicating cocktail that heightened my desire.
“Right there,” I squealed as Carlos hit a good spot.
“Come for me,” Carlos whispered. “You are always beautiful, but when I make you come, the stars come out from the heavens and shine upon us.”
That sweet talk. Some might find it cheesy. But my omega heart loved every word.
My inner omega also loved the fact that Hale watched us in the rearview mirror as he drove. Mmmm, I’d ride that cowboy and see how he did.
I waggled my eyebrows at Hale, then focused back on Carlos as I took what I needed from him, and an orgasm shot through my body.
“So beautiful.” He kissed my nose. His pace quickened and he came inside me.
“Carlos,” I gasped, as I held him to me.
“I’m right here. Was that everything you hoped for, my beautiful, enchanting queen?” He peppered my face with little kisses.
“Oh, it was.” I sighed.
Soundlessly, Hale got off the expressway and headed back in the other direction, so that we could rejoin the others.
I let Carlos hold me, throwing another blanket over us, as he kissed me and told me how amazing I was.
“I love that freckle.” He kissed my face. “Oh, and that ear.” Carlos nibbled on my earlobe. “That breast.” He nipped it through my hoodie. “Mmmm.” Lifting up my shirt he kissed my belly. “I love this belly button. And this belly. And your thighs, and your entire luscious body.”
“I love that you love it.” I kissed the top of his head as he kissed my rolls.
Saoirse never made me feel self-conscious about my body the way some people did. But Carlos? He worshiped me. Every roll, every dimple, every stretch mark. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful and perfect woman in the entire world.
Finally, Hale spoke. “Pig-E’s is the next off–ramp. You might want to put your pants on.”
“Sounds good.” Gently, Carlos took care of the condom, then dressed me–and himself.
Hale rolled down the windows, probably to try to air the car out a little. I loved how he just asked for the keys and went with it. When I said I was going to snuggle with Carlos, I honestly just planned on getting warm.
But this? I was all nice and toasty now.
We pulled back into the Pig-E’s parking lot. Hale rolled up the windows and we got out.
“Thank you, Hale.” I reached up and cupped his face with my hand. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t okay.
“Please, can I kiss you?” His voice shook.
“You can.” I tipped up my head and his lips crashed into mine, as he pulled me into him. His need jutted into me.
Carlos came up behind me, and sandwiched me between them. “It’s okay, Hale. Take a deep breath. We appreciate what you did so fucking much.”
“Good.” Hale tapped his forehead to Carlos’ and let out a shuddered sigh.
Wait… were they a thing? No. Carlos would have told me. But I think Hale might have a crush on Carlos–or at least lust for him.
That I understood. Carlos was very lust-worthy.
“Sorry. That was a lot more than I thought it would be. Sexy as fuck, but a lot.” Hale’s arms wrapped around the both of us, as we just stood there in the parking lot.
A few people looked at us, but it was either the car or Hale’s cowboy hat. An omega making out with two people in the parking lot was pretty normal.
I felt Hale relax, heard his heart slow, and smelled his scent returning to normal. His hard-on remained.
Perhaps I’d make it up to him later, if Carlos and Saoirse were okay with it. She wouldn’t want to watch. But Carlos might.
Maybe he’d join in.
“We should probably go in,” I finally said, not wanting Saoirse to worry. Giving Hale a squeeze, I took Carlos’ hand.
“Yeah, I’m a little afraid of your girlfriend, Fifi. Every delta I’ve known could kick my ass,” Hale told me.
“Saoirse does have that effect on people,” I agreed.
Carlos threw away the condom. We walked inside and a woman in an apron greeted us in German.
“I’m going to take a piss and grab some snacks.” Hale darted off into the store.
“Let’s find Saoirse? I hope she didn’t eat Dusty.” I laughed as I took Carlos’ hand.
Carlos chuckled. “I feel like Dusty might enjoy that?”
“It’s wild that they know each other.” I took him down the snack aisle.
“It is. What kind of guys do Saoirse like?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. “For fucking? Not alphas.”
“Fair.” He nodded and grabbed a candy bar. “Oh, I played with a German alpha on the Bantams and she always had these.”
“Do you like alphas?” My look went sly as I tried to gauge him and Hale.
His head lolled back and forth, hair in his eyes. “Dusty and I aren’t a thing. Though if you want us to fuck for your amusement, I’m sure he’ll be up for it.”
“Noted. What about Hale?” I grabbed a package of the cookies I knew Saoirse liked.
“Hale?” Surprise filled his scent as he grabbed some candy. “I mean, sure? Whatever makes you happy. He… he was pretty worked up back there and it was nice for him to do that. I wasn’t expecting it. Are you thinking that we should make it up to him at some point?”
“Maybe? You can just watch if you want.”
He thought for a moment. “Seeing him fuck you would be hot. Sharing you would be hotter.”
I clenched. Yes, please. While I adored Carlos, being in a car full of alpha desire made me hunger for something else.
“I like that idea, Pumpkin. We can just see how the next few days go?” The last thing I wanted to do was push things.
Carlos kissed me. “Sounds perfect. Here, let me get these for you.”
He gathered all the treats from my arms, dropping a few, picking them up, and dropping more.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can assist.”
“It’s fine. Go find Saoirse.” With a boyish grin, he trotted off.
Saoirse was sitting at a table, holding a sausage and eyeing Dusty as he had two forks, each with a roll on them, as he made them dance.
“Oh, come on, it’s funny.” Hurt filled Dusty’s orange and balsam scent.
“You’re making bread dance.” She took another bite, completely unbothered. “Did you have fun, Mo Stóirín?”
“Tons, Love.” I kissed her, licking the spicy mustard off her lips.
“Do you want one? I’ll get you one. Cici, do you need anything else?” Dusty set down the fork-and-bread feet.
She waved him off with a manicured hand. “I’m fine.”
Dusty darted off.
“That won’t get old, fast,” she murmured. “What would happen if I pushed him off a ski lift?”
I took a sip of her iced coffee. “If you film it, he’ll probably get a million views and a sponsorship from a parachute company.”
“Probably.” She pulled me to her and buried her face in my shoulder. “Mo Stóirín.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tight. Finally, she kissed the top of my head. I looked up into her blue eyes. The blue eyes that had drawn me to her the first time I saw her at a club in Ireland.
“I’m fine with you sleeping with him,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “He’s just a good fuck.”
“I love that for you.” I spied Hale pulling a basket with snacks. “I kissed Hale. What if I fucked him?”
“Alphas do scratch an itch for omegas.” She shrugged. “Not sure he’s a keeper though. He’s what, twenty?”
“Twenty-one, I think? He’s in his last year of undergrad,” I replied. Yes, he was younger than me. But not that much.
I’d recently turned twenty-three. Carlos was twenty-four. Saoirse was twenty-seven. Not sure how old Dusty was. Probably about Carlos’ age.
“But you’re right. He’s still figuring his shit out. Maybe in a few years. Those boots do it for me, though,” I added. Was he a real cowboy or a fake one?
Honestly, it didn’t matter to me.
Oh, I was just a horny little omega, wasn’t I?
At least I had a couple of people happy to oblige.