I… I don’t think so, anyway.
I can’t be a kept omega. I have to do something more productive than be locked up in a tower and used for pleasure only.
“Hey,” Johan murmurs, his hand traveling up my leg as he crawls over me. “Hey, Lark. It’s okay. Let’s go shower. We need to talk about what you did to my laptop. Might as well multitask, yeah?”
My lashes flutter as I stare up at him. “Your laptop?”
He smiles. “Yeah, little hacker.Mylaptop.”
I frown at that.Wait…“It’smylaptop now.”
“Which is precisely what we’re going to talk about. Because I don’t remember agreeing to give it to you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left me alone for three days,” I fire back. “Or two. However long it was, I earned that laptop due to no communication.”
He considers me for a moment. “How about I buy you a new one instead?”
I shake my head. Because now that he’s trying to take it back, I want it even more. “Buy yourself a new one. That beautiful tech is mine now.”
“I built that from parts, Lark.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left me alone with it for so long,” I tell him.
He sighs, his forehead meeting mine. “Maybe we can share it.”
Before I can reply to that, he kisses me. Not gently like Noah did, but passionately. Knowingly.Intimately.
I completely forget everything.
All I know is Johan.
His tongue.
His lips.
His hands roaming up my sides. The sheet suddenly feels too thick between us, his touch not hot enough because he’s not stroking my bare skin.
But then it all stops, and he pulls back onto his knees, straddling me. “Let’s shower, little black hat. I want to talk about that laptop.” He rolls off of me and onto Noah.
“Good luck washing all that cum off,” Noah murmurs against his ear, then nips at Johan’s neck.
“I’m never letting you top me again,” Johan informs him flatly, then continues his movements until he’s standing.
It’s then that I remember he’s naked.
Very naked.
All of them are, actually. Except Lazarus, who has on a pair of boxers.
But Noah’s comment has me looking mostly at Johan as I suddenly realize what he means about washing all the cum off of him.
He’s… he’s covered in… yep.
Wow.
Okay.
He definitely needs a shower. I… I don’t need one as much. Except to wash off the slick pooling between my legs. But something tells me that isn’t going to get any better with a shower.
