Smirking, Atlas leads us across the bar and to a back hallway where it’s decidedly quieter.
“Now, here is what Briar knows,” he says. I listen intently as he tells me about how they had a conversation about Jude, but I frown when I find out it was after my omega had had sex with him in his office. “I didn’t know she was at the club, Willow. To be honest, I couldn’t think about anything beyond Jude being my scent match. I kept apologizing because it was impulsive for me to have sex with Jude in my office, but she kept telling me we didn’t do anything wrong. Briar is probably going to tell us she wants to take things slow when she gets here.”
“I don’t like slow,” I grumble. “There’s a reason I haven’t dated very much before I met Jude, and it’s because scent matches can cancel out everything else. I wanted to be sure I wasin a relationship with someone who could not only handle my chaos, but enjoy it.”
“You don’t seem very chaotic to me,” Atlas says. “Passionate, happy, excited? Yes. It’s nice to be around someone who’s always looking for something new, and refuses to be stagnant.”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at ADHD,” I say, amused.
“Look, everyone’s brains work differently. I see nothing wrong with it,” Atlas says.
“That’s what I tell her,” Jude agrees shyly.
“Hi,” Briar says, hurrying down the hall with a key in her hand.
“Hey, Little Rose. You sounded amazing tonight,” Atlas purrs.
“Your singing makes me happy,” I add, knowing that probably sounds insane.
Instead, Briar looks over at me and blushes a color reminiscent of the rose Atlas just called her.
“So pretty,” I whisper.
“Woah….” she says, blinking slowly at me. “So are you.”
“Briar, this is Willow and Jude.” Atlas sounds as if he’s hiding his amusement, but not in a way where he’s laughing at us.
Briar shivers as her arousal becomes apparent, and Jude fucking perfumes along with her. God, I hope this conversation goes well. I’m head over heels in a way I haven’t been since I first met Jude. She doesn’t smell like my scent match, and the wheels begin to turn furiously in my mind to make sense of it.
Reaching out, Atlas steals the keys from where they dangle from her fingers, and pulls her in for a very hot kiss. His lips tease hers until she opens for him with a small whimper before devouring her. I find myself almost panting as I watch them, and Jude rubs his erection against my ass before swallowing my whimper with his lips.
No matter how things end tonight, I know we’re going to end up fucking in the back alley before we head home. We’ve found out over time that our sedan doesn’t make for comfortable sex.
“That’s my good girl,” Atlas whispers against her lips as Jude releases me from his own kiss. “I heard you’ve been watching Jude dance, is that right?”
He opens the office door without looking, his eyes firmly on Briar’s wide ones.
“I may have snuck in a few times to watch him,” she admits. “But can you blame me? He’s an incredible dancer. And, he’s crazy flexible.” Jude simply smiles against my neck as he watches them, loving that she’s one of the people who watches him as he works. It took us a few days to figure out our schedules, giving her plenty of time to spy on Jude at work.
She turns her attention to Jude and gives him a playful smile. “I’m honestly jealous. I’d love to bend the way you do.”
I almost choke as an image of her on the bed, my face between her thighs as she lays her head over the side while she chokes on Jude’s cock.
If I could see his face right now, I know he’d be blushing that adorable pink I love.
He clears his throat, trying to get a grip on his arousal she is so easily causing him. Not that I can blame him, I can’t help but be just as affected by her.
“I wish you could have seen me when I danced ballet,” he sighs wistfully. “I had one of the best jumps in my company.”
Briar smiles at him. There’s no pity in her face, simply acceptance for what he’s lost. “The jumps you do now in the cage are still very impressive, Jude. Let’s head into the office before someone comes over to investigate.”
“Are we not allowed back here?” Jude asks nervously as we follow her.
“You’re with me, so it’s not a problem, my friends are just nosy. Well, we’re almost like sisters,” she admits. “We helped build this town together.”
“It’s a haven of sorts for omegas, right?” I ask, hopping onto the edge of the desk and crossing my legs.
The four of us find places to sit around the office, and I find it doesn’t make me feel claustrophobic when the door shuts us in together.
