“This is considered foreplay for them,” I mention, shrugging as Winter and Bellamy gape at me. “It’s cute, right?”
“It’s something,” Bellamy says. “I think I’m doing foreplay wrong, Winter.”
Her cheeks are on fire as she shakes her head. For someone who has gone through so much, I love that she can still blush at this.
“You do just fine, Bell,” she grumbles.
Ansel hides a smile as he lays back and pulls his knee toward his face.
“Don’t tease them,” I murmur. “Foreplay can be more than physical. It’s anything that gets you hot. Sometimes, it’s when Ansel cleans the dishes after a meal, or when Abbott makes sure to pick up my favorite dessert for me. They’re signs they care.”
“They used to be sure signs that we were going to get lucky,” Shiloh divulges, on his back as he stretches his hips out. “Fuck. Ow.”
“You’re such a baby,” Abbott sighs, getting up to push him further. Shiloh’s deep groan draws both Bellamy and Winter’s attention, and it’s easy to admit how good the guys look together. “That’s it. Such a good boy for me.”
Bellamy’s lips part, and I swear I can see drool. This is a delicate dance. Everything inside of me screams there’s been sexual abuse in their past. I saw it happen with the drugs at the intimacy center. If I’d been anyone else, things would have progressed further, and none of it would have been consensual with the drugs being pumped through the vents.
Abbott, Ansel, Shi, and I have had a lot of conversations revolving around this. If I’m honest, it’s one of the only things we talk about outside of our omegas’ welfare.
I also reminded them we aren’t in control of things. Who are we to tell them what the natural progression of a relationship is after the trauma they’ve had? If we push them away, we tell them they don’t know their own bodies and boundaries, and that’s just as bad as what my alphas did to me for months.
Maybe I’m still a little salty about it.
“You’re going to catch flies, Lovey,” I murmur to Bellamy.
Abbott is really getting into helping Shi stretch. Maybe I’ll pull out my strap on just for him. It always does things to me when he lets me be in charge.
“How do you get anything done with them?” Bellamy hisses.
Winter’s lips twitch before her tongue flicks out to lick her bottom lip. Tearing her eyes away from Abbott and Shi when they begin to stretch his other hip, she shrugs.
“He’s not wrong,” she admits.
“They’re going to end up fucking each other soon now that the sex ban is over,” I mutter.
“There was a ban?” she asks.
“Long story,” I sigh. “Sometimes, our alphas are idiots.”
I’m not included in that because I’m obviously amazing.
“Ours,” Bellamy says under his breath as if to taste how that feels on his tongue, glancing at them as Ansel lifts Abbott and launches him off Shiloh. “Oh.”
“Yep. Ours,” I reply. “They grow on you, and promise not to be shitheads.”
“You called, Precious?” Shiloh asks, smirking as he sits up. “Are we all limbered up yet?”
“I guess that’s enough for now,” I chuckle. “Come downstairs with us, and we’ll get you breakfast?”
“Um. We can get it ourselves," Bellamy says standing.
“Then I’ll show you what Riley suggests,” I say easily, getting up gracefully.
Everyone else follows, and we trudge down the stairs. At least this counts as cardio, right?
“I’ll make this round, and then you can do this tomorrow?” Abbott suggests, pulling out fruits and vegetables.
Winter’s eyes grow round as she watches him begin to blend things.
