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“Yes, sir,” I said, sharing a naughty look with Gideon.

That just made Gideon laugh harder and Fletcher throw up his hands with a sigh. The front of his jeans bulged, though, giving away that he wasn’t as annoyed as he was pretending to be.

“Let’s just clean the house,” he said, turning and marching off.

Ten seconds later, we heard the bathroom door slam shut.

“You know what he’s doing in there,” Gideon told me with the most adorable, sexy look.

“Yeah, I can guess,” I said, then added, “Excuse me while I, er, go chop some more wood.”

I headed straight for the back door and marched off the porch toward a secluded area of trees, Gideon’s laughter echoing behind me.

I smiled, happiness filling me that was as pure as Gideon’s smile. It was crazy what we were all doing, small picture and big picture, but I was settling into it awfully quickly. The three of us just worked together. I could see this little life experiment we’d embarked on working wonderfully. I just didn’t know how long we had before reality caught up with us.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gideon

Iwas happy. I definitely was. And I felt safe, safer than I’d felt in years. It was just that….

There was no other way to put it. I was in the way.

“Hold that side up a little higher,” Artemis called to Fletcher as the two of them worked on repairing the front porch the day after our trip to the travel center. “Right there, right…yeah.”

“Sounds like something you’d say to me when I had you bent over a barrel,” Fletcher had teased him, not realizing I was just on the other side of the window, rearranging the cushions on the living room furniture.

“I wouldn’t have to say it,” Artemis answered Fletcher’s naughty comment in an amorous voice. “You’d hit the spot right thefirst time.”

“Over and over and over,” Fletcher teased him in return.

Three minutes later, the sound of the two of them working was replaced by heavy breathing and moans and smacking sounds as the two of them kissed.

Later on that afternoon, after I’d woken up from a desperately needed nap, I heard those same sounds again, coming from the living room. I slipped silently out of bed and tiptoed to the bedroom door, cracking it just enough to get an eyeful of a naked Fletcher bouncing on Artemis’s lap. Artemis’s jeans were around his ankles, and he held Fletcher’s waist as the two of them moved together.

I kept watching until they were done, because how could I not? The two of them were smoking hot together. Fletcher was a thousand times freer than I could ever be while fucking. At least while fucking an alpha. I’d been in his same position and he’d been in Artemis’s plenty of times, and I’d ridden him with as much abandon as he was riding now.

That would have been fine, but that night, or rather, in the super early morning hours, I’d been awakened from a sound sleep by the bed rocking and muffled sounds of pleasure. It had taken me a second as I pretended to continue sleeping to figure out that Fletcher was on top and Artemis was face down, his cries muffled in the pillow, as Fletcher pounded his ass.

I was deeply tempted to take my own, fully erect cock in hand at that point to get off along with them, but that would have alerted them to the fact I was awake.

I didn’t want to interrupt them. I didn’t want to come between two bonded mates. Even if one of them was my husband and the other was the sire of my baby.

I could tell Fletcher and Artemis were trying so hardnot to upset me. When they knew I was awake or paying attention to them, they were incredibly attentive to me and kept their hands off each other. Fletcher had always been physically affectionate and that didn’t change at all as we continued fixing up the house the next day. He kissed me, hugged me, and told me he loved me constantly.

It was wonderful, but I knew his relaxed mood was because of his bond with Artemis. Artemis made me feel safe and protected, too. As soon as I let him know I wasn’t afraid of him and I actually liked when he touched me, he turned just as affectionate as Fletcher. He kissed me, asked if there was anything I needed every five minutes, and on the third day, when we were all taking a break by lounging around the yard, looking out over the sea, as the unseasonably warm sun shone down on us, I sat in his lap while he cuddled me.

It was lovely. I knew he cared about me. I knew we were falling in love. I could feel the question on his lips that I could have sworn he’d been about to ask when he caught me looking at baby books at the travel center, but he never outright asked it. He just caressed me and leaned in close to breathe in my scent and made me feel special.

But I wasn’t the one he had wedged against the porch railing in the middle of the afternoon, trousers around his knees, which were hooked over Artemis’s arms, as he plowed into him over and over again with enough force to push into his womb, even though Fletcher wasn’t in heat. I wasn’t the one on my knees with his cock down my throat early the next morning, when the two of them had gone out to fetch firewood and not come back for fifteen minutes.

I was in the way.

Any hope I’d had that I could just ignore how hot Fletcher and Artemis were for each other and how theyeither didn’t have the ability or the desire to keep it in their trousers came to a head around lunchtime on our fourth day of being at the cabin.

I was in the kitchen, making sandwiches and soup, when I heard one of the chairs in the living room scraping repeatedly against the hardwood floor. I knew what I was hearing. It aroused me and had my hole dripping slick. Omegas were extra horny when they were pregnant, but I knew that wasn’t the whole reason I had to stop and lean against the counter to breathe my erection away.

Something had to be done.

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