“Good night,” Nicholas says softly. “This was good.”
“Yeah,” Wilson answers, his voice rough. “It was.”
Nicholas leaves in silence, the front doors opening and then clicking shut behind him. Wilson stays seated in the booth for another thirty seconds, staring at the empty space before pushing himself up and heading for the stairs without a word.
Lorenzo and I lock up in silence. He rinses the glasses at the sink while I wipe down the booth. The club settles around us and neither of us speaks until we’re upstairs in my nest. Lorenzo perches on the edge to slip off his socks, taking entirely too long with the undressing for my liking.
With Wilson burrowed in the guest bedroom andhoursbetween three men I couldn’t so much as initiate something with, I need something more than just sleep. The mixture of their scents was perfect, so perfect that I fought my own breathing so as to not perfume right there and then.
Lorenzo would have cut the little get together much sooner or Wilson would have left. But now? I’m giving in to all my impulses. Slick starts to gather around my hole, coating the inside of my pants as I scratch at Lorenzo’s pants before letting out a little frustrated growl.
I drag him into my nest, propping him up against the wall, his eyebrow arching as I tear off my pants and I climb into his lap, my knees bracketing his hips. I work that button free while his hands settle on my waist, thumbs tracing little circles against my hip bones through the thin fabric of my briefs.
“Is my Omega feeling needy?” His question rumbles through his chest into mine.
I press closer, rolling my hips against him, and he tightens his grip. His scent sharpens beneath me, the promise of rain deepening.
“You really want all of them, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs, lowering his voice. His thumb hooks into my waistband, yanking the elastic away from my skin before letting it snap back. “Both of them. In our bed. In our pack.”
“They belong with us.” My hands tug his shirt off his shoulders. It slides down his arms and pools on the blankets behind him, revealing rippling muscles. My mouth finds his collarbone. “You felt it tonight—the way the four of us fit in that booth, the way Wilson’s face changed when Nicholas made him laugh.”
Lorenzo’s hand slides up my back, pressing me flush against his chest. His mouth finds my ear. “You understand what that means. For the club. For everything we’ve built.” His fingers trace down my spine, vertebra by vertebra. “If this goes wrong, we don’t just lose them. We lose Nicholas’ investment. We lose the only chance we have against Voss.”
My hips jerk against his. The reality of it presses into the warm space between us. “I know.”
He cups the back of my skull, tilting my head until our eyes meet. His expression is that razor-focused version of him that steals my breath every time because it means he’s holding nothing back. “Really listen to me, Oliver. If we bring Nicholas and Wilson together and it falls apart, we lose everything. The club. The lease. All of it.”
My eyes sting. I left everything behind for a dream once, for Lorenzo, for this club, for the life I wanted to live. “I know. Fuck, I know.” I press my hands flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammer beneath my palms. “I’m so torn, Zo. I want to save everything. I want to keep this club alive because webuilt it from nothing, because it proves we don’t need anyone’s permission to exist. But I want them. I need Wilson. I need—”
He silences me with a kiss, his mouth swallowing my words, his hand firm at the back of my head, his tongue sliding against mine with such intent that my spine melts. When he pulls back, his eyes are nearly black with desire.
“You need Nicholas too,” he murmurs. “I know, baby. I know.”
A raw sound rips out of me. His hands grip my hips and lift, guiding me to settle further over the hard length of him through his slacks. My briefs are the only thing between us and the friction is maddening, my body rocking forward on its own, chasing that delicious pressure.
I feel Lorenzo’s mouth tracing the line of my throat as he murmurs, “I see the way you look at him too. The way your scent shifts when Nicholas walks into the room. You think I don’t notice.” His teeth brush my pulse point and my whole body jerks against him. “I notice everything.”
“Zo—” His name dissolves into a moan as his hand slides inside my briefs and wraps around my cock. My head falls back as he strokes me, my thighs clamping around his hips.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, velvet warmth against my skin. His thumb swipes across the head of my length as I buck against his fist.
“I want them. Both of them. I want Wilson in our nest and Nicholas’ hands on him, and I want to watch Wilson let go the way he does with us, but with Nicholas—where it means something different, something deeper—” The words tumble out between gasps as Lorenzo works me. “I want Nicholas on me too, Zo. I want you to watch and to fuck me at the same time.” I hiss as he squeezes the base of my cock. “I want a pack. I want our pack.”
He pauses, his hand holding me taut at the edge. I’m shaking in his lap, sweat glittering along my collarbone, my scentthick enough to fill every corner of this nest. “And if it ruins everything?” he asks, searching my face.
“Then we rebuild.” I grab his face, forcing his eyes to mine. “We’ve done it before. We started with nothing and built this. We can do it again.”
Lorenzo’s hand shifts, his grip tight as he holds me back from falling over. “We go slow,” he breathes, and then his thumb moves, one single, devastating stroke. “We let Wilson lead.”
“Yes.”
“And if either of them isn’t ready, we stop.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, Lorenzo, please—”
He releases me long enough to strip my briefs down my thighs. I kick them free as his slacks join them on the floor. Then I sink onto him, inch by slow inch, his cock filling me so deeply I taste it in the back of my throat. Lorenzo groans against my collarbone, his hands digging into my hips, driving me down onto him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you fall apart,” he rasps. His hips roll up into me, finding that perfect angle that makes my vision blur. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into muscle, as my body rises and falls in his lap.
