They glanced at each other, looking relaxed, but a little sad, too. “Nah,” Jordy said. “It’s fun. But one of these days, someone’s going to get mated.”
“We date omegas,” Monty said. “Of course, we must go to Green Peaks for that. The tourists are eager for shifter dick.” He winked. “A few times, we got lucky with someone who wanted both of us at the same time.”
I could see that. Imagine that. Boy, could I ever. Then I realized I was staring, so I twirled my glass, pretending to admire the rum. It had a pretty color, gold, amber, and caramel.
“I’m on the way to get buzzed, guys,” I warned. “So no ideas.”
“I do have ideas,” Monty said. “But you’ll have to be sober for those. Next time?”
I chuckled. “Dream on.”
Yeah, they were hot, but I’d already established that. That didn’t mean I was going to sleep with them. Beauville would become my safe place, my sanctuary. I wouldn’t shit in my own nest.
“It’s unfair that I didn’t get to come,” Monty said, his voice getting deeper. “You interrupted us before Jordy could reciprocate.”
God, so hot. And huge. Monty was rounder around the edges, his muscles like boulders. Jordy looked lean next to him, but still immense, with wide shoulders, his pecs stretching his T-shirt.
Their combined scent had permeated the room…cocoa, burning wood, whiskey, spices I couldn’t name…and rum.
They were grinning at each other. Then Jordy turned his head to me. He arched the pierced eyebrow.
“You look intrigued.”
“Um.”
“You can watch, Mr. Riley,” he drawled. “No harm in that.”
My own private live show? Just for me? I’d seen the teaser, and holy smokes, I was keen on the whole movie.
I would be an idiot to pass this up.
A few tiny red lights blinked in the back of my mind, but they were dim and easy to ignore. What did I just tell myself? Something about shits and nests… Screw that. I wanted to see this.
A slow smile spread across Jordy’s face as he likely guessed what was on my mind. Then his eyes fell on my rum glass, and he squinted. He’d refilled my glass twice, and I hadn’t finished the third one. Was he doing the same math in his head? I wasn’t drunk, just pleasantly buzzed.
Jordy must have come to the same conclusion because next he asked, “You’re in?”
Oh yes. “Yeah. I’d…like to watch.”
Monty sank deeper into the two-seater and spread his thighs wider.
“Then we’d better do our best to look pretty.”
Jordy put their glasses on another table behind him and moved the one that was in the way. The legs screeched against the wooden floor.
He scooted close to Monty. They exchanged a look, full of easy camaraderie and a whole lot of heat. A soft pang of envy hit my chest. They trusted each other. They were close, met every day, worked together, and still enjoyed each other’s company in their free time. They liked each other despite their flaws.
I envied them for that. I wasn’t friendless, but I had to carve out time to spend a few hours a month with people I liked. “People” being Calvin.
Jordy ran his big hand over Monty’s crotch, and any clear thought I had evaporated.
They were smirking at each other as Jordy unzipped and reached into Monty’s underwear. He moved his hand, stroking slowly, then used the other to pull the dark fabric lower.
What he took out of those pants was a freaking masterpiece of a dick.
Monty’s erection was more than long enough—a solid seven inches at least. And the girth…
My asshole twitched, as if it got scared.
