We’ve just agreed to have a threesome. But sure, let’s chat.
“He’s great. He enjoys being a dad, and Barclay dotes on them both. They’re happy.”
“Barclay used to be a sad, grumpy loner. Now he seems a decade younger. Lucky bastard.”
“The mating thing. It really perks one up, huh?”
Monty clinked his glass with mine. “It works on most bears. A happy, loving bond is the most important thing in a shifter’s life.”
“You and Jordy are not looking for mates?”
He got suddenly overly interested in the bubbles rising in his drink. “It’ll happen one day. I refuse to lose sleep over it until I’m at least thirty-five.”
“You can’t be mated to each other?”
He shot me a confused look. “I’ve never heard of two bear shifter alphas being mated to each other.”
“I know a few alpha couples. Humans, though.”
“That’s good, I guess. Folks used to be assholes about two alphas or two omegas in love, right?”
“Some still are, but it’s getting better.”
“Huh. I figure it’s different for shifters. You kinda know that you’ll find your fated one day. So everything else has an expiration date.”
For the first time, I noticed genuine sadness in Monty. He must care about Jordy more than he let on.
The stairs squeaked, and Monty’s face brightened. Jordy came up from downstairs, in jeans and a worn-out T-shirt that used to have something on it but had been washed so many times it was no longer clear. He was barefoot, and his hair still looked wet. Damn, he was sex on legs.
“Want a glass?” Monty asked.
Jordy didn’t take his eyes off me. “Yup.”
The sound of fizzy liquid filling a glass grew deafening in the stillness that followed. Monty closed the bottle with the kind of cork that kept the bubbles in and set it back in the fridge.
My stomach was in knots, and my heart thumped double time, as I watched Jordy throw back the contents of his glass. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he licked his lips.
Monty appeared behind me, the heat coming off his body permeating the material of my hoodie. Or maybe I imagined that? Because I felt hot all over, my skin prickling.
But Jordy didn’t seem nervous at all. His smirk grew, bordering on cocky.
“So? Where do you want us, superstar?”
Oh my God.
Was I crazy?
I lifted a finger, pointing at the stairs.
“Lead the way,” Monty murmured behind me.
So I went. I had to consciously slow down my steps because a part of me, the horny, touch-deprived part, wanted to sprint up to the top floor while ripping my clothes off on the way.
They followed, floorboards creaking under their feet.
By the time I reached my room, I was breathless. I wouldn’t look back. I opened the door and dragged the hoodie down my arms. The air felt chillier than downstairs, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Even so, I took the shirt off too, and unbuttoned my jeans.
Then I paused, facing the bed. Should I lie on it? Should I strip or wait for them…
