Ignoring the comment, Sam swiveled and, walking backward, he jabbed a finger at Jordy. “I’m serious, Jordan. A single sex joke and you’re banned from speaking out loud.”
Jordy lifted his hands, palms up. “Sure. But it’s going to get very quiet since Monty goes mute whenever there’s a camera pointed at us.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Good thing I got a raise.”
“Deservedly,” Laurel said. “But hey, you yourself told me that Jordy’s stunts contribute to my visibility.”
“As long as he keeps them PG-rated,” Sam grumbled.
“Sex sells, Sam,” Jordy said. “With the amount of PR experience you have, you should know that.”
“Laurel,” Sam groaned. It sounded like a plea for help.
“Jordy,” Laurel said. “Tone it down, please.”
We entered the garage and piled into the back of the limo. Sam opened one of the prepared bottles, poured himself a glass, and then handed the champagne to Jordy.
He was smiling fondly now. Despite his protests, Sam seemed to be enjoying himself.
Laurel rested his head on my shoulder and put one of his legs on Jordy’s lap.
“Fuck, I feel like I’ve run a marathon,” he muttered. “I’m not used to this anymore.”
“The tub at the hotel is huge. How about a warm bath before bed?” I offered.
“Yes, please.”
At the hotel, Sam went directly to his room, and we closed ourselves in the top-floor suite. Both the tub and the bed were big enough for all of us, but we wouldn’t do sex stuff tonight. Laurel could barely keep his eyes open through his evening routine and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Jordy and I were keyed up after the concert. We lay awake for a while, gazing at each other, then at Laurel between us, and at each other again. Jordy’s eyes glistened, reflecting the city lights behind the gauzy curtains.
“This has been fun, huh?” he whispered.
“Yeah. But I can’t wait to go home.”
“Me too.” He exhaled, running his fingers gently over Laurel’s hair, then down his shoulder and under the covers. “I’ve been thinking about Laurel’s hiatus from performing. Do you think our boy is going to miss the circus?”
I gave it a thought. “Not anytime soon. But when he does, we’ll go with him, right?”
He smiled. “You’ll need a Sam for the business. And someone permanent for the B&B.”
“Then we’ll find a Sam. I’m not worried. Are you?”
“No.” His smile was soft. “I love you,” he murmured quietly.
I’d never get tired of hearing him say that. “I love you too,” I replied.
Closing his eyes, he laced our fingers together over Laurel’s hip.
In the morning, we only had time for blowjobs and a hasty fingering. Laurel still had drops of cum around his mouth when he came between us, ass clenching on Jordy’s and my fingers. We barely managed to throw our shit into the duffels before we needed to hurry to the waiting car.
Tonight, we’d be back home, at the chalet, and we could take our time with each other.
The day grew insufferably hot. Behind the tinted glass of the large SUV, I watched the air dance above the pastures below the mountains. We talked very little, just listening to music while Laurel dozed between us, still catching up on sleep.
After the seemingly endless road trip, I felt my chest loosen as the car began the ascent toward the peaks. Soon, we’d be home. Just my omega, my alpha, and me, for weeks on end. Icouldn’t wait. We’d make love, take Laurel for long hikes up the mountain, spend time with friends…and just be.
The sun was sinking, the light taking on orange hues, as the driver swung onto the narrow, winding road to Beauville. Laurel, awake and alert now, placed his hands on our groins possessively. I loved it when he did that.
