By asking around, Jay means applying some pressure. Someone has to know something, and time isn’t on their side.
“That sounds more like it,” Finn frowns. “I wish Warden Paulis would let us know they have Winnie and Ansel. He won’t feel good after his stay in the hospital, and present company included, major trauma is usually best met with bed rest.”
Jay rolls his eyes. “Oh, I got some bed rest alright.”
It’s unbelievably cringey—and a good thing he’s been gifted fated mates, because he truly has no real-life rizz. Thank goodness his fans don’t notice, or don’t care.
“Stop. Seriously. I’m being serious. But for the record, who knew you were such a pillow princess?”
“Oh, it’s on, you shit. I’ll show you a pillow princess.”
Jay strikes fast, rolling Finn over on his back so he can try to get a leg over his hips—but Finn is stronger than he looks. Instead, it’s Finn who ends up sitting on Jay, his hand around Jay’s wrists.
They both know he could break free, but he just bucks his hard cock up against Finn’s butt.
Finn laughs and grinds down, moving his hips in a tight circle. “Isn’t that what I just said? I did all the work.”
“Your back says otherwise, puppy.”
“Those are just evidence of a job well done. Maybe you need me to show you again. I said I would if you didn’t quit it.”
He tips forward so their bellies and cocks can slide together, sending ribbons of pleasure from Jay’s cock to his toes.
Why Jay is still surprised by this version of a toppy-Finn, he doesn’t know. Especially after his last rut, when the alpha had settled firmly into this dominant persona.
Maybe it should have been Jay asking the sexual awakening questions.
With a squeeze, he lets Jay’s wrists go so he can slide a hand in under Jay’s thigh, slipping a single finger between his cheeks.
“Still so wet from me. And so soft.” Finn groans, pushing two fingers in past Jay’s softened rim and grazing his prostate.
Groaning, Jay pulls Finn down so he can moan into his mouth, “Yeah, puppy. Come on. Let me show you that I’m no pillow princess.”
The front door springs wide as Luca bursts over the threshold as if Jay’s words had summoned him. Already divesting himself of the borrowed yoga pants and hoodie, he takes one look at them and narrows his eyes accusingly.
“I knew it.”
When he’s finally naked, he flings himself on the bed, propping his head up on his hand, a sweetly innocent look on his face.
“As you were…don’t stop on my account.”
Gideon and Leo aren’t far behind, carrying bags from a few recognizable clothing retailers.
“Luca, you could have waited until the car came to a full and complete stop,” Leo sighs, his face tired and pale.
Finn dismounts with an apologetic caress to Jay’s thigh.
“Luca, if you do that again, you will be more sorry than you ever have been before. Am I clear?”
Gideon is furious.
“As it is, you will do without an orgasm—yours or anyone else’s—for forty-eight hours. Starting now.”
Wanting badly to add his own vocal disapproval at the mental image of Luca flinging the car door open and narrowly missing being dragged under the still-moving vehicle, Jay just frowns, and he lets Gideon do his thing.
“What?! No. I’m sorry. But…look! Come on, Sugar…you can’t blame me!”
He points, and Finn’s erection jerks at the attention.
