Charlie leans in, slow but hungry, and presses his lips to mine like he’s starved for it. Like he’s been holding back for days and finally got the green light to let go. His hand slides into my hair again, fingers curling possessively as he deepens the kiss. It’s messy and full of want—eager, desperate, sweet.
A low, content hum drifts from the hallway.
Myrick appears, tugging a cashmere sweater over his head, his blonde hair mussed from sleep. He pauses in the archway, eyes landing on the scene unfolding before him.
“Oh,” he says with a very pleased smile. “This is nice.”
“Myrick,” Charlie starts, pulling back like he’s going to flee again. But he’s panicking for no reason.
Myrick doesn’t look fussed at all. He just steps further into the room, voice low and warm. “Don’t stop on my account.” He plucks a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it around his shoulders like a cape, then he settles in Rhett’s lap. “I was wondering when the two of you were going to stop sneaking around,” he adds with a littlehum, like he’s watching the sunrise and not the slow unraveling of restraint on the couch.
Charlie, on the other hand, looks overwhelmed, torn between embarrassment and raw, building need. His eyes keep snapping between me and Rhett, chest rising and falling like he’s not sure which way is up.
“Autry,” Rhett’s voice is a low, gruff purr. “Help Charlie relax.” He smirks, making his meaning crystal clear.
My pulse skips at the thought of being watched, but I stifle the thrill. Charlie’s nervous—he needs to be soothed. Not riled up by my giddy excitement.
“It’s okay.” I reach for my sweet beta’s hand, threading my fingers through his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “There’s no need to worry,” I whisper, leaning in close. “We’re a pack. This is normal.”
Charlie stares at me like hewantsto believe it—but doubt lingers in his eyes. I know why. Rhett scared the hell out of him that first day. The no-touching rules, the tight boundaries…they were real. And maybe a little harsh.
But they were also temporary.
They had to be.
And now, they’re gone.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of Charlie's mouth. “Lie back and let me feel you.”
He nods, his throat working as he swallows hard, then tips his head back, eyes finally shut.
I glance over at Rhett. He’s watching, calm and confident, a slow, sexy smile playing on his lips before he gives me a wink that sends a jolt straight through me.
This new freedom isintoxicating.
It has my body buzzing with a warm, electric thrill that curls low in my belly and spreads through my limbs. Myheart races, not from nerves, and I slide off the couch, tucking myself between Charlie’s legs.
“Is this okay?” I slip my hands up his thighs, pushing his thin gym shorts up a tiny bit. My nails dance over his exposed skin, and a slight tremor works through him.
“Yeah.” He already sounds breathless. His gaze sweeps over to Rhett, but I don’t follow it—I stay focused on him, waiting. Watching. Whatever Rhett does, it works. I see the tension ease from Charlie’s shoulders as his expression softens. Then his dark brown eyes meet mine. “Okay,” he says, voice steadier now—low, a little husky. “I’m good.”
I nod and rise up onto my knees. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”
“Okay.”
I smile sweetly, trying to settle the last of his nerves. “You feel very good.” I push my hands over his very hard dick, and my mouth waters. “Hmmm,” I hum, squeezing his shaft. “I can feel the veins on your cock.” I lean in, hovering my hips over his. “Can I lick them?”
Charlie gives me an eager nod, and his chest rises and falls fast. “Please.”
Moving slowly, I press my lips to his, kissing him softly as I curl my fingers into his waistband. Then I tug. He shifts, letting me drag his shorts down his thighs and over his knees.
“That’s a good boy,” I whisper, praising him the same way I like. I’m not sure if Charlie’s into that kind of thing, but the rosy flush in his cheeks tells me he likes it. “Oh, my.” I gasp when I lean back, finally looking at him.
His cock is perfect.
Not too big or small. Not too thick or thin.
It’s a perfect handful that fills the palm of my hand.
