Page 120 of Their Knotty Pack
"They are," Miles grins, "and he took PTO to work on them. He spentall daymaking them for you."
She turns to me, eyes wide, little tears gathering in the corners. Shit. I made her cry? How did I make her cry?
It occurs to me that the tears might not be a bad thing when she rushes me, throwing her arms around my waist and pressing her face into my chest. "Thank you," she says in a muffled voice. "Nobody…nobody's ever made me something like that before."
"You like them?" I ask, mentally cursing how hopeful I sound.
"So much." She sniffles, before getting on her tiptoes, putting her hands on my shoulders, and kissing me. "Thank you. When can we hang them up?"
"The stain will be dry in around twenty-four hours," I tell her, and she fuckingpouts.
"That's a long time to wait for shelves that I was so excited about," she mumbles, and Miles catches her around the waist.
"I know of at least one thing you can do to pass the time," he grins deviously, his eyes darting up to me.
"What?" She frowns.
"Well, like I said before, Kieran and I were talking, and since neither of us have had sex with another guy…I was thinking it might be good to have you there. To…take the pressure off."
Her arousal hits the air almost instantly. "You want me to…watch?" Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
"Yes and no," Miles nips at her earlobe, making her gasp, "I think it would be fun for you to…direct."
Now the backyard smells like a damn raspberry-blueberry-chocolate dessert.
"Like…tell you both what to do?" Her voice is breathless, and he nods, kissing up her neck.
"Is that something you want?" I ask, my own cock impossibly hard at the idea of her conducting us like little puppets.
"I…" Her breath catches. "I think so."
"That way," Miles kisses her temple, "we have the decisions taken out of our hands, and if one of us doesn't like something, it's not the other person's fault."
I'm already aware that I probably can't be as rough with Miles as I am with Bethany, so having her there, not only watching us, but making sure I don't go too far? Well, let‘s just say, I like the idea. A lot.
"Kieran?" Miles' attention is now on me. "What do you think?"
"I think…" I smirk, adjusting my cock in my pants, "I think we're all going to need a shower before my omega tells me how to fuck my other omega."
"Get on your knees, Miles." Bethany tries to sound confident from her spot in the egg-shaped chair in the corner, even though we can both hear a hint of nerves.
Miles immediately drops to his knees, his face level with my throbbing, waiting cock.
"Good boy," Bethany croons, and fuck that's hot. "Now take him in your mouth, but only the tip."
At Miles' instant obedience, she gains more confidence, sitting forward slightly. My head falls back, as my hands reach for his hair.
I feel a little whack on my arm, and I look down to see Bethany giving me a chastising look. "Alpha, I didn't tell you to touch him, did I?"
I suppress my grin. She's cute when she thinks she's in charge.
"No," I sigh, keeping my hands at my sides. "You didn't."
She nods once, like she's happy with my answer, and then I realize that Miles isn't moving at all. He's just sitting there, like a good, obedient little puppy.
She gets on her knees next to him, before whispering in his ear loud enough so I can hear, "Suck him down."
And fuck does he. Miles starts bobbing on my cock like he can't get enough of my taste, and my fingers flex with the need to be in his hair. I hold back though, and Bethany seems to appreciate my efforts, because she says "You can touch, but donotfacefuck my omega."
