I still want to work. I need to stay busy or I get in my head too much.
“On the plus side, it gives Santo and Levon less to pack up,” Miles says. “They’re staying here tonight, and will start moving in over the next few days. I know you miss them.”
“I do,” I sigh. “I love to sleep with you all at night, I’m just spoiled now.”
“Good,” he shrugs. “I want you to be spoiled. Now, keep chopping, beautiful. I need to get this on the grill or we’ll all starve.”
Grinning as he picks up several racks of ribs that have been brining in beer since last night, I nod. I lose track of time as I put the vegetables on the greased pan. Santo surprises me with a kiss on the cheek as he takes it from me to season and oil the veggies before sliding the pan into the oven.
“Want to help me make a dessert?” he asks, turning to me mischievously.
“Why do you look so excited about that?” I ask, laughing. “I very much doubt there will be pot in this dessert.”
“Oh God, you don’t want to see me high,” he grins. “Naughty little omega, no pot dessert today. Just normal double chocolate chunk brownies.”
“That sounds like an orgasm in my mouth,” I groan, slipping out of my chair.
“It pretty much is,” Santo says. “The only thing better would be me coming in there.”
“No sex talk unless I get to join,” Levon says, walking inside the kitchen to wrap me in a hug. “I don’t like it when I can’t sleep with you.”
“I was just saying that,” I admit, happily leaning against his chest. “Hi, gorgeous.”
“We’re almost to the point where I can permanently move in,” he mumbles against my skin. “Everything seems to take too long.”
“You’re just impatient,” Santo smirks. “Go see if Miles needs anything else?”
The backyard kitchen and grill Miles has outside is stunning. This house is made for entertaining, but he simply doesn’t. Miles is apparently grumpier with the world than he is with me.
“Yeah, he already yelled at me to bring him the steaks,” Levon sighs. “Miles is very bossy.”
“I’ve noticed,” I giggle, watching as he leaves with his hands full. Turning to Santo, I raise my brow. “Brownies?”
“Si,”he murmurs, his gaze moving over my body. I need to change soon, but my shorts and tank top are getting a lot of appreciation at the moment. “Fuck, my dick is always hard between you and Levon.”
Smirking, I help him wipe down the counter before starting on several trays of brownies. By the end, we have cocoa powder smeared over our faces and Santo’s cock is grinding against my ass.
His fingers unsnap my shorts, and his hand slides under the waistband to cup my pussy as I whimper.
“I really missed you,” he groans, kissing up my throat. “Do you think we have time for a quickie?”
“No,” Miles says, walking into the kitchen. “Bake your brownies, Santo.”
“I can do both,” Santo teases, pushing his fingers inside my entrance as I lean back on his chest.
“Now you’re just teasing her,” Miles rumbles, his voice deepening as he watches as my breaths quicken. Santo rubs his thumb over my clit, making me whine as my hips jerk forward for more. “Santo.”
I gasp as the growl slides over my skin, and Miles leans forward as his nostrils flare. I’m perfuming and I can’t fucking stop.
“Everyone is going to be able to smell me,” I whine.
“Ugh, good point,” Santo complains, kissing my temple. “I’ll open the windows.”
“I need to finish off the vegetables on the grill,” Miles says, watching as my body shudders. Santo curls his fingers once before pulling them out of my shorts, sucking them clean with his mouth.
They continue to bustle around me while my pussy pools with heat as I pout. I’m going to have to change because the amount of slick I’m producing is ruining my panties. I won’t use my descenting spray, but I do need to change into panties that can handle what these alphas do to me.
“You smell delicious,” Miles growls in my ear before he walks out again.
