Rhett’s the one who needs to watch his back.
On The Couch
Autry
The morning lightfilters softly through the gauzy curtains. It casts a golden haze over the entire living room. I’m curled up on the curved, plush sectional, legs tucked beneath me, an old, dog-eared paperback open in my lap. The house is mostly quiet. I can hear the faint hum of the lights, Dolly’s faint snores from under the coffee table, and the occasional whirl of a drill.
Rhett’s putting together my new nest. It was delivered yesterday. The alpha stayed up almost all night, clearing out the guest room next to the primary. I know he needs to go into the office, but it means so much to me that he’s here, making sure I have everything I need.
I hear the shuffle of bare feet on hardwood before I see him.
Charlie stumbles in, hair a complete mess, and his oversized t-shirt hanging loose on his shoulders. He blinks at me, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Without a word, he flops down onto the couch beside me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I smile, closing my book halfway. “You look like you lost a fight with your pillow.”
Charlie groans as he rubs the back of his neck. “I think I did.”
I grin and tug gently at his arm. “Come closer. Keep me warm.”
He hesitates, eyes flicking toward the hallway. It’s obvious he’s still worried about Rhett. Like he’s waiting for the alpha to burst in here and throw him across the room for looking at me. I want to remind him that Rhett gave me permission to touch and kiss him, but every time I do, Charlie shakes his head and says he doesn’t want to push it.
“Please.” I shimmy a teeny bit closer to the beta. “I promise to behave.”
Charlie gives me a pointed look, telling me he doesn't believe that for a second. “Really?”
“I just like you,” I say honestly. “I like it when you’re close.”
Charlie’s smile shifts, growing warmer. Obviously touched. Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh as if he’s been defeated, then he scoots over until our sides press together. His body radiates heat, so warm and cozy. I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe him in. He smells like buttery, warm sugar. The scent that makes my stomach flutter.
“You smell good,” I hum.
“Thanks.” Charlie chuckles softly, his hand resting on my knee. His fingers slip over the silk pink fabric of my pajamas. “I probably smell like sleep and sweat.”
“Nope,” I say, closing my eyes for a second. “You smell like home.”
He goes quiet, and I feel the tension in his body melt a little. In a gentle whisper, he says, “How are you feeling thismorning?” His gaze drops to my lap, and my cheeks flame red hot.
I know what he’s actually asking—he wants to know about my bleeding, but I'm still too humiliated to talk about it. Rhett completely overreacted. In fact, he’s still overreacting about the whole thing. He hasn’t rutted me once all week. He and Myrick have still taken turns licking me and making sure I come every night, but it’s not the same.
I need to be taken.
Filled.
Stretched.
I need to feel the weight of a man on top of me.
It’s crazy how fast my body has grown attached to Rhett and Myrick. Lying in bed with them, touching them while we sleep, feeling their breath in the air. It’s done something to me.
It’s made me almost feral to be with them. Under them. Pressed between them. Consumed by them.
My thoughts twist and heat, until I’m filled with fantasies of the two sexy men, taking turns fucking my weeping hole. Hot. Sexy. Wild. Rough.
And Charlie.
I want Charlie to be there too. Feeding me his cock and petting my hair, telling me what a good girl I am.
Shit.
