Fuck.They know.
“Hi,” Oscar croaks.
“Uh.” I shift, rubbing my foot against my leg. “Hi?”
I try to casually sniff the air. My nose fills with the scent of my own damn musk.
Shit. I literally filled the house with the scent of slick.
My face bursts into flames. Someone groans. Possibly Max.
“Ken.” Oscar tries to sound steady, but his nostrils flare. He drops his head, breathing heavily as his hand grips the arm of the chair. “I…we…,”
Oh, god. “You can smell it,” I say miserably.
“It’s okay,” Max says hoarsely. “It’s fine, baby. I’m… glad. For you.”
My mate… is congratulating me on masturbating.
I thought them smelling me was bad enough. This might be worse. Theo shifts in place. I watch, my mouth open as he and Jake have a small wrestling match over a cushion. Theo’s face is scarlet as he turns to me. “You’re okay?”
Maybe there’s a little bit of excitement left over. Because my stomach does a little backflip as they all focus on me.
And if I doubted that they wanted me… I don’t anymore.
I canseeit.
Max shifts, shooting me a pleading look. “Could you… pass me a blanket?”
Silently, I cross to the basket and pick up a soft green blanket.
“This is fine,” Oscar says quietly. “We’re going to… to go and shower. We’ll open some windows. Don’t worry, Kenny. You’re safe with us.”
Safe?I’m not worried about being safe. Of course I’m safe. I meet his eyes, let him see. “I’m not worried about that.”
Some of the tension leaves his face. “Good.”
I study them. That tingling starts to roll around my stomach again.
Maybe… I could try. Not everything. But a little bit. Maybe this is a good opportunity.
My feet shift as I bite down on my lip. “Could I…can I look? At one of you?”
They turn to stone.
“Whatever you want,” Oscar says finally. “We’ll… stay here. You tell us what you need.”
Murmured agreement.
I let the blanket slip through my fingers. Turn to them. Assessing.
Fuck. They’re… pretty. Like,reallypretty.
You need to take control of this situation, Kenny. Right now.
Before I lose my nerve. So I take a breath, planting my hands on my hips. They watch every movement like coiled predators, and my breath catches.
“You can play, baby.” Jake catches my eye. “Whatever you want.”
