“I think she’s anxious about meeting Spencer’s family. Also, Spencer had to deal with something for work. She didn’t want to interrupt Wes and Evan and was waiting until they were asleep. I don’t think she enjoys sleeping by herself. I don’t mind if you just throw her in between us. She’d probably like to play with your attached fidget toy until she falls asleep.” I laughed as he pulled on some glow in the dark boxers Evan had gotten him as a joke.
He gave me a look. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Why not? It’s funny.” I grinned at him from the bed.
Chuckling, he left the bedroom. A moment later, he came back in with Grace slung over his shoulder, as he kicked the door closed. Her hair was wet, and all she wore was a big T-shirt. He tossed her into bed.
“Go the fuck to sleep. I’m exhausted.” Brennan turned off the light and climbed in, squashing her between us.
“Jett, is this okay?” She snuggled into us, her head on Brennan’s chest, her ass rubbing against me.
“It’s perfect.” I kissed the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep.
A soft growl made my eyes fly open.
“Grace, my dick is not your personal fidget toy,” Brennan growled.
“You don’t mean that. Why have little buttons on it if you don’t want them touched?” There was a challenge to her voice, and the tiniest bit of hurt, her scent going a little salty.
It was hard not to laugh. I’d never really thought of his ladder piercings asbuttons to push.She certainly enjoyed pushing his–and not just the attached ones.
Brennan growled again. “Don’t tease me or you won’t like the consequences–and yes, I know it’s not intentional, but I’m too tired to play. Nap on it or take my knot and go the fuck to sleep.”
“Oh, Sorry. I… I can’t sleep. Can… can I… please, Alpha?” Her scent went sweet with need.
“Fine.” Brennan’s growl was tired. “You’re in our bed, so we’re in charge. Don’t try me, Little Butterfly. Safe words still apply.”
He rolled over, pinning her to the bed with his body as he ripped her panties off. She made a little noise of protest as he tossed them off the bed.
“Words, Grace,” Brennan growled, his nose pressing to hers. “Also, if you want to be fucked in our bed and don’t want your clothes ruined, thendon’t wear any.”
“Okay… Oooh.” She sighed as he entered her.
“Feed her your cock, Jett. Just smack his ass if you need to say something.” Brennan started fucking her hard and fast.
Just smack my ass? “Thanks, Honey.”
“Anytime, Dear.”
“Here you go, Babydoll.” I put another pillow under her head and lowered my cock toward her mouth.
Her little pink tongue darted out and teased my piercing.
“Don’t play with fire, Peaches,” I warned as her lips wrapped around my cock.
She blinked at me in the darkness as if to say,What? I’m such a good girl.
“Little balls of anxiety get fucked until their brains shut off and they go the fuck to sleep.” Brennan pounded her, the air going thick with the scent of her desire and his pheromones.
“That’s it, take it like the good girl you are,” I praised as she sucked on me. Her scent flared at my words.
Clearly, this was what she needed. Brennan’s want for her, and his satisfaction at being able to give her what she needed pulsed through the bond. My own desire rose, not just from that sweet little mouth around my cock, but because my husband looked so fucking sexy as he fucked her.
Just like she looked so beautiful in our bed.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, wrapping my hand lightly around her throat, as my cum shot into her mouth.
Eyes widening, she swallowed me down.
