Brady’s moan held an edge of desperation. He broke free and peeled off his shirt and shorts, leaving him bare. He was already hard, the tip leaking. When he turned to crawl up the bed, I could see slick on his thighs.
I was barely aware of dropping the hamper onto the chest, too focused on stripping out of my clothes. My need for Brady was a living thing inside me, it urged me to take. Around us, our pheromones melted into each other, dousing the room in the scent of arousal.
Brady leaned on an elbow, watching me as I joined him on the bed. I ran my hands up his legs, loving the feel of his skin and the rasp of his body hair against my fingers. His thighs parted when I reached his knees. I sucked marks on his inner thighs, earning myself a gasp and buck of his hips. With one hand holding him down, I ran my tongue along his skin, tasting his slick.
He let out a cry which then turned into a scream when I speared my tongue into his ass without warning. Brady came for the first time as I opened him up for my cock with my tongue and fingers. He came again when I roughly thrust inside him and wrapped my hand around his throat. Then a third and final time as I knotted him, my hand constricting his air for a moment.
I pulsed inside him, aware that this could be the moment we made a baby. I wanted it so badly it hurt. My fingers lightly traced over the red marks on his neck where I’d squeezed. “You good?”
“Oh, fuck! I’d forgotten what sex with you was like. Damn!” Brady didn’t even open his eyes, just slurred out his words with a blissful expression.
We lay there, bodies tangled together, for a long moment until I needed to take my weight off him. He winced as I adjusted our positions so he was on top of me, my cock still inside him.
He finally opened his sparkling green eyes, mischief written all over his face. “I’m so glad you agreed to this.”
“Me too. No place I’d rather be.”
When my knot went down, I left his body reluctantly. The next wave of heat was already building in Brady. First, I wanted him to drink and maybe eat. I worried I’d been rougher on his throat than I intended.
Inside the hamper, sitting on an ice pack, I found a tray of cut fruit: strawberries, melon, apple, and pineapple. There was a gel for bruises which I snatched up. “Here.” I handed him the fruit and got to work smearing the gel over him.
Brady laughed, the sound a little hoarse. “I’m fine. Let me wear these with pride.”
I mock glared at him. “And let people think I hurt you? No thanks.”
He pushed my hand away. “I’m serious. I don’t need it. It’s rare for me to bruise. Bet these are gone by morning.”
Reluctantly, I put the gel away and watched him eat. He crooked a finger at me, so I moved to sit next to him against the headboard. He pushed a piece of pineapple between my lips. “Eat,” he commanded.
Once he was done with his snack, he slid into my lap and hooked his arms around my neck. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He kissed me, soft and sweet, still tasting of the strawberry he’d just eaten.
The kiss deepened as Brady’s heat took control. He rocked his hips, grinding our cocks together. I wrapped my hand around us and let him move, taking his pleasure. When he came, he whined. “Inside. I need it.”
Brady rode me until we both came. My arms cradled him close to me, the feeling so intimate it made my heart ache.
I knew sharing his heat, having this friend with benefits thing was going to wreck me, but I couldn’t live without having this experience at least once.
Seven
Xavier
BythetimeBrady’sheat was at his peak, I was certain I’d do just about anything to keep that man in my life. Our encounters before were nothing like this. There were only a couple of times we had sex without Gio, and they had been slightly awkward at first, mainly because Brady expressed worry over my husband’s feelings. Even without his physical presence, Gio came between us.
Little did we know that he was encouraging us to be together because he was hiding another life from us.
Brady’s heat was nothing like anything I’d experienced before. I’d taken an omega through their heat plenty of times, but years ago. I still remembered how to do it properly, always leaving them satisfied. This was completely different. Sex with Brady was intimate, passionate, raw. He could read me as easily as I could read him. I knew exactly when he wanted me to be rough,to leave marks, to let go. I also knew when he needed sweet words, soft touches, and a slow, gentle pace.
In the middle of the night, just after the peak of his heat, Brady felt vulnerable. He was tired. He ached, but he still reached for me. I wrapped my arms around him as if he were the most precious thing in my life and rocked in and out of his body. I whispered praise in his ear as I worked my hips, bringing us to the edge. He came when I tightened my hold on his thigh, hooking it higher and adjusting the angle of my thrusts. His hole, softer from plenty of use and his heat pheromones, pulsed around my shaft, pulling my orgasm from me. My knot inflated quickly, but didn’t stay full for long, signalling his heat was nearly done.
We ate more of the food from the hamper. There was a tasty pasta salad with a tomato and red pepper dressing that Brady devoured with a cheeky grin. I picked at the basic salad the hamper offered, grateful it was still cold thanks to the ice packs inside the basket. My worries stole my appetite. The closer we got to his heat being over, the more I grew concerned that Brady was going to put an end to our arrangement.
“Chill, Xavi. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you think that hard. What’s got you all in your head?” Brady put down his fork and opened a bottle of a rehydration drink. A trickle of the blue liquid escaped his mouth. I leaned forward to lick it up and stole a kiss. He sat back with a smug grin. “You’re not going to distract me. We’ve got some time until the next wave. Spill. What’s wrong?”
The determined look on his face told me I wouldn’t get away with avoiding the question again. “Do you want to keep doing this after your heat?”
He relaxed, his shoulders unbunched. “If we can keep it as easy as this, then yeah. Not dating. No dinners, movies, anythingthat could be considered a date. Friends with benefits only. Call for a hookup, then go home after we’re both satisfied.”
What if I wouldn’t ever be satisfied? I wanted to ask. It was pointless and would only put pressure on him. “If that’s what you want, then yeah. If you ever change your mind…”
