“We’re not.” She arches her back, her scent growing hazy with arousal. “But I want you to feel good in every way. You deserve to be adored, Wings. Plus, any bond you have with Pitt is just another way for me to feel closer to you.”
I nod, because that’s where my thoughts started, too. A yearning to be as close to Abbie as her biological mates. Butthere’s an extra layer now, and it shivers over my skin as I feel Pitt’s body heat against my back.
“You’re still cold,” he says, laying a careful hand on my spine. “We can just take a bath…”
“Can we try?” I interrupt him, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Just see if it feels right?”
“Of course.”
Abbie gives me a soft smile, and taking my hand, leads me over to the bath. It gleams with oils, the promised rose petals floating on the steamy surface. I clear my throat. “Bluff saw it in a movie once.”
“They smell almost as good as you,” Abbie tells me, placing her dog tags on the counter and slipping out of her pajamas. I pause to watch her, my blood heating at the sight of her gorgeous curves. I don’t know if it’s the latent alpha in me, but I can’t see her like this without wanting to consume every inch of her. “God, that feels good, too,” she murmurs as she steps into the bath and sinks to her waist. “Do you want to sit at the front or back?”
I glance at Pitt, who’s slowly peeling off his compression tee. “What do you think?” I ask, watching his brows shoot up.
“I’d like you in the middle.” He holds my gaze as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and eases them down. “But it’s up to you where you feel most comfortable.”
My mouth waters again as I take in the strong line of his thighs and the thatch of dark hair around his long, hard cock. It’s a few inches thicker than mine, with a head that turns dark red when he’s turned on. Right now, it’s slapping his abs, as dark and swollen as I’ve ever seen it.
“Can I undress you?” he asks, his tight abs rippling as he steps closer. His hands are at his sides, the knuckles big and bony, but I’m pretty sure they’re twitching in my direction.
“Yeah,” I say softly, willing my body to relax. “That would be good.”
But I’m coiled as tight as a suspension spring, and a puff of air escapes me as he presses a hand to my waist. His fresh, crisp scent washes over me, but I can taste the darker notes of arousal on the back of my tongue. I stare at his hand, waiting for it to strip me bare. He’s still for a beat and then his hand suddenly grips my chin. He tilts it up, his green eyes snaring mine. “Kiss first,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Got to do this right.”
It’s not our first kiss, since that happened moments before he claimed Abbie as his mate. I’m still a little stunned that he asked my permission, and my kiss was more a sign of my devotion to their bond than anything intimate with Pitt. He’d called her my soulmate, and I think it was in that moment that I really looked at him differently. If he could see all the way to my soul, is it any wonder that I suddenly felt more for him than just another brother in the clubhouse?
This time, I let him take the lead, his hand tightening on my waist as he slowly rubs his lips over mine. I press a little harder and he licks between them, opening my mouth with his warm, slick tongue. We both shave, but there’s the rasp of morning bristles as his cheek brushes mine. It’s so different to the way Abbie kisses me, his hand still gripping my jaw as he tilts my head for better access. I know he’s being careful, but there’s a dominance in his approach that I’m not used to. Plus, there’s the feel of his cock brushing my belly. It’s a hard, hungry reminder of what his body wants from mine.
“Too much?” he asks, pulling back.
I stare at his wet lips in a daze. “No,” I croak. “Just different.”
Pitt lets go of my jaw and turns to look at Abbie. “You enjoying the view, butterfly?”
She hums from where she’s hanging over the side of the bath, her eyes glowing. “So, so much.”
“Then how about we move closer?”
I nod and he uses the front of my shirt to drag me over to Abbie’s eager hands. She rises onto her knees so she can work me out of my sweats while Pitt does away with my tee. I blush when I’m finally standing between them, my own arousal laid bare. I’m not embarrassed exactly, but there’s a kind of jittery static under my skin, and I sigh in relief as Abbie wraps her warm, wet arms around me.
“So fucking beautiful,” Pitt says, drinking us in with hot eyes. “Five years ago, I was just another asshole going to bike rallies and dreaming of an omega of my own. Look at me now.”
“So spoiled,” Abbie laughs, drawing me into the bath next to her. My dick throbs as it brushes her thigh, but I remember what Pitt said about being between them and I sink into the middle of the bath. Abbie props herself at one end, opening her arms so I can drift between her legs. She pulls me down, wrapping her arms around my chest and hooking her feet over my calves. “He’s damn delicious, isn’t he?”
I shudder, my cock so hard I can’t resist giving it a squeeze. My mouth is too dry to answer her, but I can’t take my eyes off Pitt as he sinks into the other end of the bath. He’s a vision of controlled power until his muscles flinch at the sudden heat. “Damn, you have thick skin, butterfly.”
She hums against my ear before catching the fleshy lobe between her teeth. She sucks it for a moment, her fingers pinching and rolling my nipple. “We’re heating him up, remember?”
It’s an assault on my already overloaded senses and I groan. I give my shaft another squeeze as pleasure licks up my spine, and Pitt’s eyes darken as they follow the movement of my hand under the water. “Can I help you with that, Omega?”
I have to gulp down a lungful of steamy air, so I don’t pant in his face. “Yeah. If you want.”
I blush at the need in my voice, but Pitt rumbles his approval, sliding through the water towards me. I watch his face as Abbie sucks on my neck, her fingers still teasing my nipples. He’s concentrating so hard, he might as well be studying the routing path on a wiring loom, although I guess that’s more of a mechanic’s thing. Either way, I shudder as his hand slowly sinks under the water. The first press of his fingers around my shaft has my breath gurgling in my throat.
“Silky smooth,” he mutters as he gives it a slow, torturous tug. “Never thought I’d say that about a dick, but here we are.”
Abbie laughs into my neck, her fingers slipping past my hip and tapping my ass. “You should feel his pretty little hole.”
