Yes, Kirby would get what Hugh didn’t understand.
Hugh meant well. He wanted me safe and happy, in a stable, loving bond like he’d found with Kirby. He wanted a reliable stepdad for Monty and someone who would take care of me when he couldn’t.
But such men didn’t exactly grow on trees. I had no idea when or if I’d ever find someone to fill that role.
What Hugh didn’t think about was that I wanted to live in the meantime. I wanted to have fun.
When I was in my twenties and all my friends were going out to party and hook up, I had been at home taking care of our dying father and then chestfeeding a baby.
So yes, now that Monty was older, maybe I could finally experience all those irresponsible and exhilarating things I’d missed out on. For example: copious amounts of wild, animalistic sex with an absurdly gorgeous young alpha who could never become anything other than a fuck buddy.
Kirby was eating his apple, looking at me as if he could read my mind. He nodded and hummed.
After swallowing a mouthful, he said philosophically, “I say, ride that dick, Jay. Ride it like a fucking rocket. I’m happy for you.”
Chuckling, I squeezed my brother-in-law’s shoulder.
“Good night, Kirby. And thanks.”
He blew me a kiss.
The third timeI went to Chase’s, I did ride him.
I was already addicted to the man’s cock.
Seriously, it was a fucking work of art and a flawlessly functioning pleasure machine.
On the sofa, clutching the backrest, I bounced on his lap, the thickness and the long slide in sending tendrils of bliss through my middle. Chase slapped my ass cheeks roughly, urging me on, gazing up at me with his eyes full of lust and his mouth open. He was beautiful like that.
He gasped out his release into the crook of my neck and shoulder, clutching me to him by my thighs. I might have bruises, but I loved that possibility.
“Fuck, Jay. You smell so good,” he murmured into my skin. “I missed you.”
His words made a little warning light flicker in my mind. This was sex. Nothing more. “Yeah? Missed my hole? Because it missed you. I woke up a few nights ago after dreaming about your cock, and I was so wet and empty.”
Chase bucked into me, still half hard. “Yeah? Did you touch yourself?”
“I had to take out my dildo, or I wouldn’t fall asleep again. Made myself come thinking about this.” I pushed down and caught his mouth in a kiss.
Our teeth clanked together before we got the right angle for a deep enough connection.
I couldn’t get enough of his taste and scent. Even Chase’s sweat excited me. I broke the kiss and licked the side of his throat, savoring the salty flavor.
“Will you stay for round two?” he asked.
“I have until eleven.”
“Perfect.”
We went to the kitchen for a snack, only to end up fucking against the counter. And then we had ourselves a round three in the shower.
Chase was bright, easygoing, and surprisingly perceptive. Who would have thought that a ripped gym bro would treat me with more respect than any high-flying, mature alpha I’d ever been with? It was such a pity he was so much younger than me.
One day, he’d make an excellent husband to some lucky omega. It didn’t make me sad thinking about it. It really didn’t. Chase deserved a great future, and I’d be happy for him.
I would have to let him go one day—but not yet.
CHAPTER 4
