Page 103 of Two For the Show
Apparently, the guys all knew that something had happened between us, which doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. But I probably should have talked about it with my brother.
“I’m happy for you both. I’m glad there is something in your life you don’t have to share with me.”
That’s not what I expected him to say. Sure, we’ve shared everything our whole lives, which is what’s expected of twins, but I never considered that Jude was something that was solely mine.
Well, mine and Alex’s, but that’s different.
“So you don’t want to give him a go too?” I tease.
Dexter snorts. “Nah. One sexual partner is enough for me, thanks.”
“You sure? His dick is really-”
“I’m sure!” he interrupts. We stare at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Jude grumbles, stumbling out of the nest. When I left, he was sleeping on the floor.
“Dexter doesn’t want to fuck you.”
He blinks, rubbing his hair and looking between us like it’s taking him a moment to process my words. “Uh. Thanks? I think?”
My brother flops into a chair at the table, resting his head on his arms. “You’re welcome. Sleep now.”
And then he’s snoring.
I struggle to keep my laughter contained at how quickly he passed out, but we’ve all learned to grab sleepwhere we can since the heat started. I slide closer to Jude and wrap one of my arms around his broad waist. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He leans down and rubs his cheek on my head, unconsciously scent marking me. It’s sweet, and I love how his scent has changed since Alex claimed him. “This isn’t as weird as I thought it would be,” he admits.
“Us?”
“Everyone knows about us. Whatever we are.”
“We’re… dating?” My words sound uncertain. “Right?”
He spins me to face him, looking into my eyes. I hope he can see the earnestness there, feel the echo through our bond. I know he was hesitant at first, but I think he’s over it, for the most part.
“Right.” He dips his head, kissing me softly, gently, in a way that is so at odds with his gruff exterior, and I melt in his arms.
Before we have a chance to take it further, Alex cries out in pain. Matteo and Quinton are still asleep, and I know they need it. They can’t keep their hands off each other whenever they’re not with Alex. The pheromones she’s putting off keep all of us hard and waiting for her to need us, so relief is being chased wherever it can be found.
I grab Jude’s hand and drag him with me to the bedroom, where I find our Omega tangled up in the sheets, her hand between her thighs as she fights for her release.
That won’t do.
She shouldn’t have to resort to her hand when there are five of us.
Jude and I are on the same wavelength.
“Omega,” he barks. She looks up at him, hand still, eyes wide. “Do you need something?” She whines wordlessly. “You don’t get to touch what belongs to us.”
When she opens her mouth, probably about to argue with him, I dive forward, plastering my lips to hers. After I pull away, I whisper against her lips, “Best to listen to him, Omega. Wouldn’t want to upset our Alpha.”
“Dario, on your back,” Jude says, barely keeping the bark out of his voice.
I like him like this. He seems confident and self-assured. It’s fucking hot. So I listen to him.
Before I even have a chance to get comfortable, Alex is on top of me, impaling herself on my cock. I gave up wearing my boxers yesterday. It was like she knew the moment I put them on, because she’d immediately find me and rip them off, sucking down my cock or pulling me on top of her so I would fuck her.
