CHAPTER 32
BUCKLE
WatchingAbel have the time of his life in a bounce house was a highlight I didn’t know I needed until it was time for the Valentine’s Day dance. My mates and I coordinated our outfits, so we’d match. Abel wears pink, Perry’s in red, and I’m in lavender.
Dancing the night away with my mates fills my heart with warmth. Okay, more than that. Love pours into me. From Perry’s laugh when I spin him, to Abel’s bright smile whenever a fast song comes on and he dances like an adorable feral gremlin without a care in the world. My men are my heart.
“Ready to get out of here?” Abel yells over the music. “I’m ready to be alone with my guys.”
“That sounds amazing,” Perry says. “I’d love to get off my feet.”
Abel’s smile falters just a bit until Perry cups our Beta’s face and pulls him in for a kiss.
“Do you have to help clean up?” I ask.
“Nope! Aaron split the team and we could choose between set up or clean up. It was a pretty even split. I’m free to go whenever.”
Perry kisses Abel again and tugs me close. “Then let’s go home and get into something naughty.” He winks and Abel goes red, but nods.
“Let’s check something off my fuck list.” Abel grins as he spins on his heels and races away from us.
Perry and I make chase. Abel looks over his shoulder and runs down a secluded hallway that leads to the outside door. He’s damn fast, but just as he reaches the door, we catch him. I press him into the wall and kiss him. His eyes flutter shut, and he clings to me as if I’m the only thing keeping him upright. Surprising me, he ruts against me. In public. When we lean away for air, Perry yanks our Beta from my hold and kisses him breathless. They both make sexy, needy little moans. The pair makes me harder than I already am.
“Take me home and fuck me,” Abel says with more confidence behind his words than I anticipate.
“Mmmm, me too,” Perry says. He roams his hands over Abel’s chest until they’re kissing again.
“Come on, my mates, unless you want a public fucking, we should get home. And one of you better be in the mood to fuck me, too.” My voice is a rumble. I can’t wait to see what they have in store.
I take each of them by the wrist and drag them toward the exit, but then Perry tugs me back, his hands sliding under my jacket, and plants a kiss that is all tongue and promise. Abel makes a sound like he wants to tease us, but then Perry’s hand lands on his hip, and Abel melts straight into him. The three of us barely manage to get out the door without leaving a trail of pheromones and whimpers behind us.
We cross the parking lot in a tangle of arms, coats half-buttoned, scarves forgotten and trailing in the wind. Every dozen steps, one of us pulls the others in for sloppy, urgent kisses.
Abel stumbles, but I catch him, then press him to the hood of my truck, kissing the breath from his lungs until he’s sagging and pliant and Perry giggles at us both.
The drive home is a test of all our self-control. Abel squirms between Perry and me because Perry’s hand keeps migrating to Abel’s thigh, fingers dancing along the seam of his pants. I drive one-handed and keep my other palm steady on Abel’s knee, squeezing every time I take a turn too fast. The second we pull into the driveway, I barely put the truck in park before we all pile out, tumbling up the porch and into the warmth of my house.
Inside, the restraint evaporates. Abel kicks off his shoes and haphazardly shucks his coat. I barely hang mine on the hook before Perry’s on me, crowding me against the wall, kissing me so hungrily my knees almost give. He bites my lower lip and tugs. I gasp, loving the delicious pain sparks all the way down my body. Abel’s behind me, tugging at my belt, and I twist, backing both of them toward the couch.
“Someone’s needy,” Perry says, but he’s breathless, flush high on his cheeks, and already working the buttons of my shirt.
I answer by grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him until he grinds against me. Abel watches, transfixed, lips parted.
“Tell me what you want, babe,” I say, my voice gone hoarse.
Abel hesitates, eyes wide and vulnerable for a heartbeat, and then says, “I want to try anal.”
Perry and I share a look, all silent agreement and anticipation. I reach for Abel, and he practically climbs into my lap, hips rolling forward, cock already hard under his slacks. He feels delicious with each thrust and we both still have pants on. Perry leans in to kiss Abel, then me. His hands stroke my chest. We both work to get Abel’s shirt off him.
Our Beta shivers. His body flushes red, and it’s so endearing, I lean in to kiss his shoulder. “Doing okay?”
Abel nods and gives a shy smile. “I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he admits.
“We’ll be gentle,” Perry says and nips at Abel’s other shoulder. “If you don’t like something, let us know.”
Another nod.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom, though,” I say.
