I bit my lip, then grinned. “A lot of things. But most of them involve your cock in Monty’s mouth and mine.”
Monty hummed his approval into my hair. “Jordy likes edging.”
“Does he?” I rose on my tiptoes to peck Jordy’s lips. “Maybe we could time it for midnight. You could welcome a new day with a spectacular orgasm.”
Jordy exhaled through his nostrils. Then he swiftly grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the chalet with a chuckling Monty in tow.
EPILOGUE
MONTY
I had the VIP view of the hottest concert ever, and the superstar currently glowing on stage was my boyfriend.My mate.Andhe was about to sing about our love.
Smug didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Thank you.” Laurel’s soft voice, amplified by the sound system, made the air feel thicker around us. “This last one is for you-know-who. Kiss your loved ones tonight, people!”
One of the huge screens above the stage showed a close-up of Laurel’s face as he winked. The arena went insane.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered. The sound of more than thirty thousand people yelling made me shudder.
Jordy tightened his arm around my back, and I leaned into his warmth.
The drummer began the now-familiar intro, and Laurel struck his guitar strings. As soon as he sang the first word into the microphone, the crowd quieted.
Laurel’s newest album was titledMagnificent Mess, after the song he wrote about us. He recorded it in the spring at thenew studio he’d had built by the chalet. Tonight was the last of only three concerts, all of which sold out within minutes of being announced. Laurel wasn’t going on tour anytime soon. In fact, we were headed home tomorrow, and Laurel had nothing booked for the rest of the summer.
My body always reacted in the strangest ways when my omega sang. I used to get shivers from Laurel’s performances long before I’d met him in person. But listening to him now? Knowing he was ours? I didn’t think I’d ever find the words to describe the feeling.
When the song ended, I had tears in my eyes. Jordy kissed my cheek and rubbed my back.
“Love you both so much,” I mumbled. He probably didn’t hear me over the deafening applause, but he knew. I told him all the time.
My sight was blurry, so I wiped my eyes. Suddenly, Jordy nudged me.
I refocused on the stage and saw Laurel looking directly at us.
The masses were still screaming and stomping, and Laurel gestured with his hand at us and mouthed, “Come here.”
My throat went dry. Up there? Onto the stage? Now?
Laurel grinned and waved with both arms, the guitar dangling on the belt around his torso.
“Montgomery, Orson, get up here,” he said into the microphone. The audience took a collective breath only to scream louder.
Jordy grabbed my elbow and pulled.
I didn’t know how I managed to climb the short flight of stairs from the small fenced-in VIP area and up onto the stage. I felt hands on my other arm, probably security. Jordy steadied me when I stumbled on the last step.
The noise in the stadium reached a seismic level.
The lights blinded me for a moment, and then Laurel was holding my hand.
He kissed me on the lips, then turned to kiss Jordy, who now stood by his other side. After the short kiss, he lifted our joined hands above his head.
Well shit.
The sea of people erupted once more. The immense crowd looked terrifying from this angle, with searchlights swirling overhead. If those bodies moved forward all at the same time… But they just cheered and pointed their phone cameras at us.
