Page 45 of Unbonded
I mock-growl at her teasing, deciding they look way too cozy cuddled there together with grins plastered on their faces. Strolling to the edge of the pool, I slide out of my bathrobe with a lazy flick of my shoulders, revealing my damp, hard body. Kate’s eyes go hazy with lust, but I smirk into Lachlan’s wide eyes. “I’d wear some briefs, but I only have my dance belt in my bag.”
“Either or,” he mutters, his gaze flicking up and down my body. My skin erupts in tingles at the attention, but I keep a bland look on my face as I dip a toe in the water. It smells heavenly and is the perfect soaking temperature, but I drop into a modifiedgrand pliéto fiddle with the controls. Bubbles start to pop on the surface from the hidden jets and Lachlan gives a low groan of approval. “Yeah. That hits the spot.”
The husky sound goes straight to my groin, and I run a hand over my thickening shaft. I’m an exhibitionist and an attention whore, but I feel a flicker of self-consciousness as Kate gazes up at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Too much?”
“Not nearly enough,” she murmurs, stretching up a hand to lead me down the narrow steps into the water. She floats straight into my arms, and I shiver at the contact, my dick instantly taking note of her soft, wet curves. “That’s better,” she hums, running her fingers down my ribcage. “Now we can all relax.”
“Relax isn’t the word I’d use,” I mutter, earning a breathless giggle as I kiss my way along her collarbones. When she turns in my arms, my cock settles in the groove of her silk panties, and I bite back a moan. My libido is all fired up, but I force myself to take a beat. We have plenty of time to play, after all, and I still need to work out where Lachlan fits into this fantasy setting.
According to biology purists, alphas and omegas are nature’s perfect coupling, with betas only there to round out a pack. But Kate and I have already blown that myth out of the water, and now I’m curious to see if our unusual twosome can stretch to a third…
Stretchbeing the word of the day, given the way Lachlan is spread over the edge of the pool. “You have an impressive wingspan,” I tell him, ogling those glorious football muscles from fingertip to fingertip. “It’s a big thing in ballet. Creates an appealing line, among other things.”
“Good for group cuddles, too,” he replies, smirking as he crooks a finger at us. “Why don’t you both come over here and take a closer look?”
He doesn’t need to ask either of us twice, Kate and I gliding towards him like we’re rehearsing our favoritepas de trois. He snares us with his big hands, drawing us in until we’re perched on his thick thighs. Unlike me, he’s wearing tight briefs, and I almost bite through my tongue as my naked cock slides againsthis hard bulge. Kate tucks against him like she was born to shelter under his big arm, and I watch as his golden glow ignites at her nearness. He’s obviously head-over-heels for her, and I arch a brow at them. “You guys never…?”
Kate bites her lip, but Lachlan’s nostrils flare as he stares down at her. “If we had, I’d have never left.”
The conviction in his voice has Kate melting against him, and I can’t resist running my fingers down her spine. She shivers, and I watch Lachlan’s throat bob as he feels her reaction sink into his bones. The scent of omega arousal fills the air, and I only realize it’s me when those warm beta eyes swing my way. “You like what you see, Omega?”
“You know I do.” He can’t just smell me; I’m plastered so close, my dick is brushing his abs. “You don’t have to be shy because I’m here.”
It’s clearly an invitation to make up for lost time, and a slow smile pulls at the edge of his generous mouth. “Shyness doesn’t come into it when you’ve wanted something as long as I have.”
The rawness of his admission sends a shudder through me. Like I said, cocky jock with deep waters is my jam, and it’s clear Lachlan’s emotions run deep. In a quiet moment, Kate admitted that he was part of her circle in college, but in terms of anything more than friendship, he was always on the sidelines with her asshole ex taking center stage. But those days are long gone, and it’s intoxicating to witness such need, such all-consumingwant, finally being laid bare. I know a thing or two about star-crossed lovers, after all, and I squeeze his arm, wanting this almost as badly as he does. “Then tell me how I can help make this special for you.”
Lachlan’s mouth softens in surprise, but Kate leans over and wraps her hand around my chin, drawing me close. “You can start by kissing me.”
I oblige, falling under her spell as she opens to my hungry tongue. Kissing Kate is always a pleasure, but there’s something incredibly hot about making out with her while perched on Lachlan’s lap, nothing but the pressure of his fingertips on our hips to remind us that he’s there. But as our kiss deepens, I’m more than aware of the heat of his gaze, and I realize that the only thing that would make this even better, is if I was kissing Kate with her beta’s cum on my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful together,” he whispers when we break apart. We’re both panting hard, Kate’s bottom lip a little red from where I gnawed on it. When Lachlan reaches out to swipe a thumb over it, she instantly sucks it into her mouth, and I rock on his thigh, caught in the ripples of their hot-as-hell attraction. “Give me that pretty mouth, Katie.”
I hum as she stretches into his kiss, her plump breasts bobbing on the water. I can’t resist their allure, rolling her nipples between my greedy fingers. She arches her back, delicious little moans falling from her lips as I pinch and pet them to swollen, pink peaks. Lachlan drinks down every sound she makes, but right as I’m thinking about easing back to give them some room, he snakes a hand around my waist. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
“Good. Then how about you let me taste that sassy tongue?”
Growing up, I had plenty of jocks call me names, but sassy is a new one. Can’t say I mind it, especially when the jock in question holds my gaze right up to the moment our lips meet.Deep waters, I remind myself as he lets me nudge my way inside and I get to taste the sizzle of his mouth. It’s warm and spicy, like an exotic liqueur, and I can’t resist lapping up his flavor. I wiggle closer, hunting for more, and his arm tightens on my waist, pulling me flush with his body. The feeling of possessionin his big fingers makes me moan, every muscle clenching as his thigh flexes under me.
Hot damn.
I pull back, feeling a little dazed, but Kate is watching us with hooded eyes, her hands stroking down our heaving chests. “That was delicious,” she says, a hitch in her voice. “What’s next?”
I open my mouth to answer –everything- when a subtle buzzer interrupts us.
“That’s the food,” I say dazedly, and Lachlan groans as he hauls himself out of the pool, the gorgeous globes of his ass clenching under his briefs as he pads towards the door. The guy delivering the wicker basket doesn’t blink an eye at his aroused state, and Kate and I watch in mute appreciation as Lachlan sets the dishes out on the small table, complete with linen napkins and sparkling flatware.
When he’s done, he puts his hands on his slim hips and raises his brows at us. “Your picnic is served, Omegas.”
I blink, my throat clenching for a completely different reason. “You want to eatnow?”
Kate giggles and licks the pout off my lips. “Think of it as fuel. Not even principaldanseurscan run on empty.”
I smirk as I draw her hand under the water and brush it over my throbbing shaft, my arousal thick in the air. “I can promise you, sweet siren, I’m very,veryfull.”
She gives me a look that could heat the water to boiling point, but Lachlan clicks his fingers like a weekend quarterback. “Come on, you two. Get your pretty butts over here and help me eat all this.”
