30. Beck
CHAPTER THIRTY
beck
Wyatt opens the back door that leads to an oversized mudroom in the Ford guest house.
I’m holding Jules in my arms, bridal style, while her hands play with the damp hair at the base of my neck.
I’ve never felt this content, ever. My pack is here, my daughter is close by, and the Omega I love is the final piece that completes me.
I’m almost to the threshold of the kitchen when Kash stops me.
“You know, she’s a mess.”
She shoots a glare at the other Alpha. “I beg your finest pardon?”
“Might need to wash her up a bit before we dirty her up again.”
“Hmmm…” I stare down at the now stunned woman whose perfume is flooding the small room, her scent mixed with a hint of espresso that’s undeniably Kash. I know exactly where his mind has gone, and I can’t say I’m mad at it. “He right, little mama?”
“I…” Her eyes dart over to Kash, then to Wyatt beside him, before turning and finding mine. “Guess a quick rinse down wouldn’t hurt.”
Retreating toward the back door, I head for the small, built-in half-shower next to it, tucked into the corner.
It’s mostly used for washing off boots or equipment, maybe a dog, but definitely not a grown woman.
The faucet is only a couple of feet off the ground, with a removable wand that makes rinsing shit off a helluva lot easier.
There’s no door, just the outdoor walls on two sides and a half-wall on the other.
The room is fully tiled, built with ease of cleaning in mind after a day out on the ranch.
It’s made to get wet, but also for function.
With sage green cabinets lining the rest of the space, a work sink, the laundry machines, and a small bench across from the shower to sit and remove boots and what not, I’m pretty sure we may have just found a new purpose for this room entirely.
When I set Jules on her feet, Wyatt’s already there, waiting to help her get out of her wet clothing. I step over and sit on the bench, removing my wet boots and damp socks, fully prepared to watch the show.
Kash reaches over and grabs a rope that’s coiled up and hanging on a hook above me, then he glances down, meeting my curious stare with a quirk of his lips.
“Might need to tie her up. Never know if she might try to get away.”
My chuckle escapes as I watch one of my best friends morph into a man I never knew. He’s smirking under that beard, this playful side of him emerging the longer he spends with our Omega. His scent has sweetened, heavier cocoa and vanilla added to the deep espresso.
“Hands up, Jules,” Kash commands, nodding his head to the side to get Wyatt out of the way.
My brother doesn’t go far. Instead, he steps into Jules’ naked back, gripping her arms and lifting them before she gets a chance to do it herself. Kash gets distracted by the bouncing of her luscious tits, his fingers tightening on the rope as he forgets what he’s supposed to be doing.
“I’m assuming you got that rope for a reason, sugar,” Jules quips.
The Alpha shakes his head, eyes narrowing. “God, that mouth. I’m gonna feel it wrapped around my dick sooner rather than later.”
A whimper slips from our Omega’s lips, spurring him into action.
He makes quick work of tying her wrists together, checking to make sure it’s not too tight, before he leads her into the little stall.
He loops the rope onto a hook on the wall, just high enough that she’s almost having to go up on her tiptoes.
Wyatt steps over and turns on the water, testing the temperature before he presses the button to turn on the wand, slipping the wand off the hook and handing it over to Kash.
“Guess it’s only right I’m the one to clean you up since it’s my cum dribblin’ down your thighs.” He slowly moves the spray up each leg, then around her hip and over her round ass. “Spread your legs for me, June bug. Gotta make sure to get this pretty pussy real good.”
When she takes a step out, she’s finally forced to go up onto her toes to ease the tension on her arms. Kash doesn’t waste a second, working the water from her inner ankle and up the interior of each leg.
I watch with rapt fascination as her breathing becomes ragged, a pretty flush tinting her cheeks and chest. Her long blonde hair hangs in damp waves down her back, and I can vividly imagine my hand wrapping around the strands like a set of reins while I tug her head back.
Kash leans in, pausing just before the water hits the apex of her thighs. “Gonna clean you up, make you come, then I’m gonna fuck these pretty titties while Beck fucks your mouth and Wyatt eats you out.”
The whine that’s torn from her chest is guttural, her eyes locked on her Alpha like he’s her salvation and disgrace all in one. She’s probably not too far off.
Kash’s hand slips a little higher, letting the high-pressure spray pummel the lips of her pussy.
She gasps, and I know the second he’s got that wand aimed at her clit because she releases a mewling sound I’ve only ever heard barn cats make.
Her back bows, ass jutting out prettily, which has Wyatt stepping up along the outside of the half-wall and trailing his fingers down the crack between her cheeks.
“You had someone in this pretty little pucker, hotshot?”
“Y-yes,” she pants.
“Good. Just means we can fuck this tight-asshole without having to do too much warm-up.”
Her groan echoes off the tile, and Kash’s hand slowly moves the spray up and down her slit.
“Oh, fuck. I’m… I might…”
Kash gives Wyatt a look, and suddenly the Beta’s fingers dip further into the crease of her ass cheeks.
Jules’ eyes go wide, her hips rolling to get away from the sudden intrusion, but all that does is put her clit in the direct path of Kash’s onslaught.
He closes what little distance existed between the wand and her skin, pressing the pulse of water right against the swollen bundle of nerves as Wyatt pistons his fingers in and out of her ass.
She cries out, her legs trembling. “I… I can’t… It won’t stoppppp…”
A rush of fluid sprays past Kash’s wrist, hitting the tiled floor of the shower.
“Fuck yes. Squirt all over my goddamn hand, darlin’.”
He pulls his hand back for the briefest second, then presses it right back against her clit.
The moan she releases is so goddamn filthy, I drop my hand to my dick, gripping it tightly through my jeans. I’m strung tight, coming off the adrenaline rush and worry. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m gonna lose it in my pants.
“Kash…” I choke out, catching his attention.
He nods before turning back to Jules. “One more for your Alpha. Give it to me.”
He rocks the wand against her pussy just as Wyatt slips another finger into her tight back hole. She detonates, and another stream of liquid coats Kash’s hand.
“So fucking good for your Alpha, darlin’.”
He quickly rinses off her legs and his hand, turning off the water and replacing the wand. Wyatt’s already withdrawn his fingers and is lifting her limp body from the hook and into his arms, heading straight for the primary bedroom.
Standing, I follow after him, damn near desperate at this point. I shuck my shirt and pants as I go, leaving the items of clothing wherever they fall. I’ve got more important things to worry about, like not shooting my load the second her tongue licks my dick.
By the time my brother tosses our Omega onto the bed and removes the rope, I’ve moved to the side and tugged her down until her head hangs over the edge.
She looks sex-drunk, which just turns me on even more.
“Open up, little mama. ‘Bout time I get to feel the warmth of your mouth around me again.”
Her pretty lips part on command, dark eyes staring at me from upside down, and I rub the head of my weeping dick around her lips, leaving behind a sexy precum gloss that her tongue sneaks out to lick off.
“Mmm. I was sure I’d imagined your taste, handsome. Every time I’ve sipped on whiskey, it haunted me. But no. It’s exactly how I remember it. I need more.”
“You’ll have plenty because I’m not gonna last.”
“Give it to me then.”
So I do. Supporting the base of her neck, I guide my dick into her mouth. Sliding in and out, the rub of her tongue against the top of my shaft is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the movement of her hands as she reaches up, pushing her breasts together.
Kash is straddling her ribcage, naked, stroking his cock as he stares down at her. “That’s it, June bug. Press those pretty tits together so I can fuck ‘em right.”
We’re barely over a foot apart, but I don’t have time to think much about that as her lips close around me. The sudden suction of her mouth has me seeing fucking stars.
“That good, brother?” Kash murmurs, the first press of his dick through the valley of her tits making him grunt.
“Probably as good as fucking those pretty breasts.”
He rocks his hips, his head popping in and out of her cleavage with each stroke. When she suddenly gasps around my length, I glance past Kash to see Wyatt between her legs, tongue flicking against her drenched pussy.
“What’s she taste like?” I rasp, shallowly thrusting my dick into her mouth in time with Kash’s movements.
Wyatt sucks on her clit, and her knees bend in as she squeals around my cock before he pulls off with a loud pop. “Like homemade apple pie.”
He wastes no more time, diving right back in.
Kash is still thrusting between her tits when he reaches down, his hand gripping her throat.
His eyes are glued there, and my hips surge forward on instinct.
I become fascinated with the slight bulge as he clutches a little tighter as if he’s stroking me with her throat.
Something wild rushes through my blood, and suddenly I’m thrusting in harder and deeper, while the other Alpha squeezes and releases in time with my movements.
I can already feel my balls drawing up tight when I hit especially deep, making her gag.