That was enough to get me motivated for the shower.
I rushed past him and turned on the shower. I had the water temperature just right by the time he joined me, sliding up behind me and pressing himself against my back.
Now that we’d tasted each other, we were insatiable. I couldn’t imagine how good it would be with our omega in the mix.
Or when he actually fucked me, not just jerked us off together or fucked my mouth.
After the longest shower of my life, that included him wrapping his soap-slicked hand around us and stroking until we came, we finally made our way downstairs to find Aspen and Karina in the kitchen.
“Morning, Mom,” Jack said, brushing a kiss against her cheek before moving to Aspen. He leaned in, pressing his nose to her hair and breathing her in the same way he breathed me in.
This time, there was no sting of jealousy. I knew where we stood.
“Good morning, omega,” he rumbled.
Aspen giggled and turned around, spatula in hand. “Not in front of your mother, you naughty alpha. Don’t make me call Santa. We have connections.”
She gestured to the fridge, where new pictures with Santa were proudly displayed.
I moved closer, inspecting it and cracked up at Cole’s happy grin. It seemed she’d changed him, too.
If she’d never come along, I wasn’t sure Jack and I would be in this place. Neither of us had been brave enough to cross that line until she and Cole stepped in.
“Well, do we have any exciting plans today?” Karina asked as she whisked the eggs, eyeing each of us.
“Where’s Cole?” Jack asked instead of answering.
“He had to run into town to pick up an order from the grocery store,” Karina said. “Aspen stuck around to help me whip up breakfast. She seems to be a much better cook than I am.”
“Which is why there’s usually a chef in here,” Jack pointed out.
“He had family matters to attend to, and you know I never question that,” Karina said, waving him off.
“Well, I can always help out,” I offered.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” she asked, though the grin on her face said she already knew exactly what happened.
“Some things are more important,” I said, glancing at Jack and then at Aspen.
“They certainly are, my boy.” Karina rushed over to kiss my cheek before bustling away again.
Aspen didn’t seem surprised at Karina’s excitement. She casually took the egg bowl and poured it into the hot pan.
“Do you cook?” I asked, stepping in to take over the bacon.
“I live alone and have since I was eighteen. I had to learn to feed myself,” she said with a shrug. “The first few years were questionable, and I still eat out a lot, but I like knowing how to move around the kitchen.”
“Me, too,” I said. “Though my family are definitely the cooks.”
“Oh my god, they are,” Karina agreed. “Just wait until they come over for dinner this weekend.”
“So, your family and theirs are friends?” Aspen asked.
“Best friends,” Karina clarified. “His mom, Madeline, is a gem. And his dads, Jasper, Damien, and Lawrence, are just as sweet.”
“We had a lot of game nights and cookouts growing up,” I explained. “My dad Damien is a master on the grill, and between Mom and my dad Lawrence, they can run a kitchen. Jasper mostly cleans, he’s a little Type A.”
“It’s good to have at least one in the mix,” Aspen laughed. “My family was big on dinner parties, but they were always catered. I don’t think my parents even know how to cook.”
