Taylor looked up and saw Theo standing there, shirtless, but jeans still on and a glass of water in his hand. They hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on, but Taylor could see the omega’s crooked smile in the light of TV.
“I see you’re having about as much luck as us.” He took a sip of water and ran the back of his hand over Emily’s cheek. “I shouldn’t have pushed her into having a one-night stand. She said she wasn’t ready and I should have listened.”
“Mhm,” Taylor said, turning his eyes back to the TV. The scent of omega arousal filled the room, sweet and tantalising. He couldn’t catch Johnny’s scent—not that he was trying.
The bedroom door was open, and it felt like one of those creepy scenes from a horror movie when you know the big bad is in there, between the shadows, but you can’t bring yourself to look because something reallyreallybad will happen if you do.
That was how Taylor felt at that moment.
“You know…’ Theo continued, placing the glass on the coffee table before sitting on the arm of the sofa. He ran a finger over the back of Taylor’s hand, drawing little circles over his knuckles. The guy really was a talented seducer, because it was making Taylor’s scalp tingle and his thighs twitch.
“We could maybe use some help in there. If you feel like it.” Theo’s tone was cautious, but he kept rubbing Taylor’s hand until their fingers naturally laced together. “What do you think?”
Taylor frowned, looking down at their hands. “What do you mean?”
Theo let out a breathy laugh. “I think you know what I mean.”
Taylor’s brow unfurled a little. “A threesome?”
Theo chuckled, tapping Taylor between the eyes. “See, I knew you were smart.”
Taylor shrugged. “It looked like you were having plenty of fun. Wouldn’t want to get in the way.”
“We were. Up until he wasn’t.”
Taylor’s head snapped to the bedroom. From the angle of the door all he could see were Johnny’s bare feet as he sat on the bed. He was about to jump up when Theo held up a hand and shushed him.
“I mean, he is, but…” He leant forwards and ran his fingers through Taylor’s hair. They were really warm, and gentle, and smelled like Johnny’s shampoo. Taylor’s cock twitched, then began to swell.
Better late than never…
“Three’s always a good time, don’t you think?” Theo whispered, pressing the ghost of a kiss to Taylor’s cheek.
Taylor swallowed. Threewasalways a good time. In fact,threewas such a good time that some omegas insisted on it, like the one on the beach in Magaluf. Or the social worker in the hotel on Christmas Eve. Or Cara-whatsherface who they’d fucked in the back of the car not far from the nick.
Threesomes were no big deal. Just a mutual trip through horny woods where they’d sometimes accidentally bump and grind a bit in the bushes, then walk out the same way they entered, feeling all the better for it. Neither of them had ever gotten territorial over an omega, and whilst Theo did smell amazing, Taylor didn’t think it would be a problem—at least not on his end—if they were to partake in a little mutual sightseeing… even if Johnny’s dick did kind of put Taylor’s to shame, all long and dark and slightly curved, andfucking hellhis own cock started pulsing.
So, sucking in a breath, he laid Emily down on the sofa and said, “Alright.”
CHAPTER 12
THREE’S A CROWD
Johnny
Three minutesbefore Taylor entered the bedroom, Johnny had been sitting in his boxers at the end of the bed, staring at himself in the full-length mirror.
He was an idiot. A total twat if ever he’d seen one.
He’d thought that when the two omegas had appeared at the bar he’d found a simple solution. Have sex. Get the horrifically repressed tension out of his body, and maybe kill his feelings for Taylor just a little bit in the process. It was stupid, and he knew it was stupid because no matter how much sex he had it just made the hollow, empty feeling in his chest even worse.
It’d started off just fine with Theo. He’d thrown himself into the omega’s obvious attention, kissed him, held him, scented him in the corner of that tacky VIP booth. He had been doing a pretty good job of not looking at Taylor, because if he’d looked the illusion would have been broken.
Well, now it was.
It had been well and truly fucking shattered when he’d heard Taylor and Emily laugh and the sofa creak and he’d lost his hard-on faster than a horse around a racetrack. That had beenembarrassing, especially when Theo had looked at him with so much sympathy.
“It happens sometimes,” Theo had said, sliding Johnny’s completely soft cock back into his boxers.
