Jack drew back slowly without disengaging. He made a soft, querying sound.
Beckett assessed Arden. “Good,” he said.
Jack all but purred with satisfaction as he shifted over Arden. He fell into a restless rhythm of it, his body tensing and relaxing against Arden’s as he continued to kiss him.
The air turned heavy around them all. The room was filled with heat and sounds: Arden’s soft breaths and Jack’s answering rumble; Beckett’s own harsh breathing; the arousing whisper of deep kisses and the gentle rustle of the bedclothes.
Jack eased his weight to one side and dragged an open hand from Arden’s throat down the side of his chest and in to palm his cock.
Arden wailed, Jack jolted with surprise, and Beckett made the mistake of laughing.
Moaning in horror, Arden’s arms flapped about over his head. Beckett grabbed a pillow and gave it to him. He covered his face with it.
“Popped off, did he?” Beckett said.
“He did,” Jack replied.
Beckett slid down to lie alongside them, checking on Jack for any flare of possessiveness. There wasn’t one. He rather thought that out of the two of them, he was going to be the alpha with the biggest problem when it came to reining in possessive displays.
Jack peeled his upper body off Arden and shuffled back to straddle him. They both gazed down at his spent little cock. Beckett took in a sharp breath. “Yes,” Jack said. “Exactly.”
Arden’s body was pale and willow slender between Jack’s powerful thighs. He was trembling, his hands fisted in the pillow.
Grinning, Beckett put a finger to his lips.
Jack raised a brow but complied.
Arden’s trembling and the muffled sounds of embarrassed distress faded to stillness. Then, still muffled, he said, “What are you both doing?”
“Looking at you, of course,” Beckett said.
Arden’s hands flew down to cover his groin.
“Stop it,” he ordered.
“No.”
“Jack!”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Don’t look!”
“All right.”
There was a moment of silence. Then an indignant, “You’relooking.”
“Am I?”
“I can feel it.”
“That’s Beckett.”
“Beckett, don’t look either,” Arden ordered.
Beckett was endlessly entertained at Arden’s rules for himself—what he could demand and what he couldn’t. What he could ask for and what he couldn’t.
“I’m looking, pet. Want to guess what else I’m doing?”
