His tongue slides into my mouth, tangling lazily with mine before flicking up to lick my palette. His body leaning in. Pinning me to the tile with his chest, his hips against mine, rolling against me now, undulating like a wave. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his chest. Fisting us together again. I can’t move my hips back, so I surge forward against him, finding our rhythm, like we always do.
He is moaning into my mouth, and breathing in my own gasps in return. His hand twists into my mohawk in the back, tilting my head so he can hold me in place while he bites and sucks on my lips, moving down to nip under my jaw and lick down to my shoulder, mouthing his bonding mark in that sensitive spot where the neck meets the shoulder, still rolling his hips, holding me prisoner with his hands and mouth and cock.
I can feel my balls tightening, and that warning tingle at the base of my spine. His face is still buried against my neck, his breathing coming in ragged gasps against my skin. He still holds my hair with one hand, but the other slides down to wrap above mine, making a double fist to stroke against. “Fuck, Jacks. I’m almost there.”
I bring my free hand up to squeeze his knot, feeling his pulse as it throbs against the palm of my hand.
“I love you,” I rasp out, my own orgasm hitting me and I have to lock my knees to stay upright as I paint his stomach in the hot jets of my release.
“Fuck, yes! Love you too, oh Fuck!” Xan spasms against me, and I brace my legs apart in case I have to grab him to keep him up too. His knot swells, and I can feel his release twitching against my palm and my cock, almost scalding against my skin as it coats my hand, and splatters on the floor between us.
He wobbles slightly, and I release his knot to touch his shoulder, just in case. In case he needs me to hold him up, like he always holds me up.
“I think I am gonna need another shower before we go, or at least a rinse,” he chuckles against my neck, before pulling back to kiss my chin. His hand finally releases my hair and caresses down my chest before flicking my nipple ring and making me squirm and laugh. He knows all my ticklish spots.
“Come on, we need to finish up and dry off so I can get back to work, and so you can go collect our omega for dinner, yeah?” I am satiated and relaxed, but yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I let him pull me back under the water to rinse off our combined release before we towel off.
I wander back to the laundry to get a new shirt and jeans, fuck socks. I will just slide some sandals on before I leave. When I come back out he’s dressed, his wet hair pulled back into one of his douchey man buns to keep it clean at the garage–his name for it, not mine. I think it’s cute, and makes a nice handle.
He is standing in the doorway to the office–and I forgot to turn off the link I had to her security camera.
But she isn’t laid out on the couch anymore, spread out like the most delicious buffet I ever wanted to taste. She’s curled up in a tight ball, her favorite throw wrapped around her. Her phone is laying on the far end of the couch and she looks terrified of it, like it suddenly grew claws and tried to attack her.
Fuck.
“What the fuck were you doing, man.” All of our earlier affection has gone from Xan’s tone.
“Ok, well, I know this looks bad, but I wanted to check on her, so I tapped into her security feed and was watching her on the couch, moaning…calling my name. And, to be fair, that is where I was headed when you came home.”
Xan is still scowling. “Are you recording this?”
“I think that the security program records every time the camera is on, so let me check.” All lightness gone from the room, I slide into my office chair and pull up the recording for the last half an hour. I have to bite back a groan as I start the video over with Candice on the couch, moaning, her hand moving frantically. Xan is gripping the back of my chair so hard his knuckles are white.
We double speed it, watching her come apart alone, stretching, relaxed and languid. Then her phone rings, and I switch back to normal speed. After the initial “Hello” all the blood drains from her face, and she pulls the phone away and ends that call. She looks shaken but takes some deep breaths, letting outa small scream of surprise when the phone rings again. I see her slide to the ignore call button on the screen. By the third time, she’s cocooned herself in her blanket and is huddled into it on the couch, swaying from side to side as the phone continues to ring. The time stamp shows five minutes ago.
I hear the front door slam and I turn, but Xan isn’t behind me anymore, and by the time I scramble outside myself, he already has the truck turned around, waiting for me.
Chapter 23
Work was going well this morning, I had already sent off two finalized images for approval so I could mark them off my to-be-finished art list. Two more were inked and awaiting color, and I had actually managed to go through all my messages and was caught up. That part was easier than I thought it would be, a few people asking how things were going after Sunny, and how my car was doing. Three people asking about their owed images, and Wishbone, again, offering me money. It feels really awkward–and I don’t want to be rude, because I really do appreciate it–but I just can’t take it.
I was feeling pretty fucking good about myself.
Standing up to stretch, I head to the kitchen to get some water. Otherwise Jacks will nag me for not staying hydrated. Refilling my tumbler, I stretch out on the couch, just to rest myeyes for a few minutes since I’ve been staring at the screen for the last few hours.
Is it dumb to miss Jacks?
We see each other at least every few days, or at least talk, but I miss the snuggles, and how good it felt last week waking up surrounded by the whole pack. It never occurred to me that I could want that, but it just felt so right.
Of course, what happened with Gabe afterwards was also amazing. I’m not sure if he understood that I hadn’t been with anyone else. I have toys, and I can’t exactly say I was a virgin, not in the traditional sense since I’ve had to use toys when I get my heats, even on the suppressants. But he felt better than any toy I have ever had.
He wasn’t really any bigger than my toys, but it was definitely a full body experience, having him wrapped around me while he was inside me. And, yeah, I’ll admit, I can totally see what the big deal is about knotting now. My legs were like jelly afterwards, and I had to fight myself to get out of bed and leave. Which isn’t fair to Iggy or my customers, but it was just so good.
And I'm not going to lie to myself and say that I’m not looking forward to the next sleepover, for sex as much as the cuddles I never knew I wanted, that I never knew could be that good.
It is the strangest thing. I feel bad that I don’t feel bad about wanting Jacks and Xan, too, and of course Leo. I mean, I had sex with Gabe, and while it is common knowledge that Omegas have more than one mate, I still feel awkward about wantingthem all, worried that I won’t be enough to satisfy them all, or make them as happy as they make me. Of course it’s less of a worry with Jacks and Xan, they have each other already, and fuck me, I want to be a part of that.
I mean, I’ve drawn plenty of guys together for commissions, but there is just something about those two that makes me shiver—makes me wonder what it would be like to have both their hands on me at the same time.
