Perrin shifts in his seat, glancing at Adam in the backseat, before leaning toward me. "I've been thinking about your cock all morning," he says quietly, the words coming out a little rushed, like he had to work up to say them. "Just." He clears his throat. "Thought you should know."
I take my right hand off the wheel and grab the back of his neck.
Perrin makes a soft, startled sound as I pull him acrossthe center console and kiss him hard, my eyes still on the road because I am trying like hell not to kill anyone. The car drifts left by about two feet before I correct it, one hand steering, the other fisted in the hair at the back of Perrin's neck.
Perrin's hand slides up my thigh in response, firm and deliberate, his fingers pressing in at the exact wrong moment for my ability to drive in a straight line.
He squeezes my cock again, somehow jerking me off through the thick material of my jeans, his thumb pressing right against the head. My hips buck involuntarily, and the car swerves again.
"Oh my god," Adam says flatly from the back seat. "We are going to die."
I release Perrin and put both hands back on the wheel.
Perrin sits back in his seat, slightly flushed, his hair sticking out in all directions. But his hand stays resting on my thigh like he has no intention of moving it.
"No one is going to die," I say.
"No self-control," Adam grumbles, and I practically hear him roll his eyes.
The shop comes into view at the end of the road, and I pull into the lot, cutting the engine. I open my door.
"Where are you going?" Adam says. "Can't you text Raff to send Elle out? I'm ready to go home."
Adam's door swings open.
"You don't need shit," the omega says, one foot already on the gravel. "You just want to go inside so you can fuck Perrin in the office."
I reach for his door, pushing it shut for him.
"You want to come?" I ask in a soft growl. "Because I will tell you right now, there are few things in this world I lovemore than seeing my sexy twin-mates covered in sweat and cum."
Adam stares at me with the expression of a man who cannot believe he's being asked this question right now. "The doctor put a needle the size of a railway spike into my left ass cheek," he says. "So respectfully, absolutely not."
"You sure?"
"Cliff." He gives me a look. “Go away.”
I smile and we walk through the open bay doors together.
Raff is at the workbench, his head bent over something, a shop towel thrown over his shoulder.
And there, against the far wall, is the new couch.
It's a big, overstuffed thing that Raff hauled in last week without telling anyone.
Elowen and Adam kept ending up on the shop floor surrounded by blankets whenever they came to hang out, which neither one of them was thrilled about.
The couch is deep green and slightly too large for the space it occupies, and right now it is almost entirely buried under a mountain of blankets with a lump in the center that I can only assume is Elowen.
I smile before I can stop it.
"Is that Elle?" Adam asks, squinting at the couch.
"I swear you two can sleep anywhere" Perrin says.
“How was the new doctor?” Raff looks up from the workbench. He's cleaning the terminals on a battery, his hands dark with grease, a pair of safety glasses pushed up on his forehead.
"It was good." Adam moves to the alpha, sliding both arms around Raff's neck and kissing his cheek. "Dr. Vasquez is great. Very thorough." He pauses. "She also drove a needlethe size of a small javelin into my left ass cheek, so there's that."
