Page 71 of In Too Deep

“Guess we’ll just have to remind her, then,” he purrs.

For the entire rideback to the house, I fight the urge to climb into the backseat and kiss the life out of our omega. My mind replays the moment she stepped up and put those girls in their places, my cock twitching as I remember the way her voice curled around the words “my players.”

The rational part of me knows that was a risky display. One video posted online could bring everything we’ve been working toward crumbling down. But in the moment, hearing Tori claim us as hers…

The alpha part of me is so over-inflated that I’m surprised my skin can contain it. And if Oli can stop driving like a grandmother, we can get home, and Tori can stroke more than my ego.

I glance back through the rearview mirror again, smirking to see Spencer cuddling Tori close, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Their hands are still visible, but Tori’s eyes are closed, her lipsparted slightly as she clings to his arms. She nods at one point, and I wonder what Spencer is whispering to her. Whatever sweet words he’s pouring into her ear are definitely working, as the whole cabin quickly becomes saturated with sweet iced tea scent.

“Touch her, BlackJack, but don’t make her come. Not yet,” Oli growls suddenly.

I look over and find his eyes flickering rapidly between the road and the mirror, only a thin ring of yellow-gold color left around his wide pupils. He feels my eyes on him and looks over, licking his lips.

“I’m gonna make the calls, you and him helping me, okay,” Oli mutters, not quite a statement or a question.

My grin splits wider, and I nod eagerly, one of my hands drifting to the significant bulge in my slacks. I shudder as I run a light touch over my length, looking back to the mirror just as Spencer’s hand disappears under the hem of Tori’s hiked-up skirt.

“How wet are you, princess?” Oli asks, voice nearly a whole octave lower.

“She’s—”

“I didn’t ask you,” Oli snaps, cutting off Spencer’s response.

Tori whines as Spencer turns his head to glare at the back of our linemate’s head, his eyes darting to me through the mirror. I give him an encouraging smile, nodding.

I’ve got you,I say with my eyes.Play with us.

Spencer gives me the slightest dip of his chin, and something warms in my chest at his display of trust. He turns back to Tori, his mouth leaving hot kisses along her jaw.

“Ace asked you a question, sugar. You better get to answering before he gets upset,” Spencer purrs, speaking loud enough for us to hear this time.

Tori lets out a shuddering breath, swallowing audibly. “I’m so wet,” she breathes out, closing her eyes and turning to hide her face in Spencer’s shoulder.

“You can do better that, sunshine.” I chuckle to myself.

Tori gasps as Spencer’s hand dives between her thighs, her back arching. Spencer purrs, and I know he must be working his fingers hard based on the way his arm shifts. But as quickly as his attention came, he pulls back, a hand fisting in her hair to pull her upright, their noses nearly brushing.

“How wet are you, princess?” Oli asks again, a little more force behind the words now.

“I’m so fucking wet. I-I’m soaked, please. Please more. I need more,” Tori babbles, eyes glassy and half-lidded.

Groaning low in my throat, I squeeze myself through my pants. Spencer chuckles, running his nose along hers but not moving his hands.

The car makes a sudden left turn, jolting all of us back to reality. I blink as I realize we’re pulling into the garage, and I lurch against my seatbelt as Oli slams on the brakes and kills the engine. Before I can catch my breath, he’s out of the driver’s seat and yanking the rear driver’s side door open. I’m scrambling out of my seatbelt when I hear Tori yelp, and I look to find her in Oli’s arms, half hanging out the door as he devours her lips in a passionate kiss.

Spencer and I exit the car at the same time, and he starts to walk off. But I have other plans. I growl and grab his wrist and whip him back around, pinning him to the passenger side of the car with my hips. He opens his mouth, whether in protest or shock, it doesn’t matter. Not when I grab a fistful of the hair at the base of skull and drag his mouth down to mine.

Our height difference doesn’t stop me from claiming Spencer’s mouth thoroughly, our tongues meeting in a frenzied dance that makes my head spin. He smells like the winter forests of myhomeland, his spearmint and spruce essence cool and crisp on the tongue. When we pull away, we’re both breathless, and I’m caught in the deep ocean blue of his eyes.

“Do you trust me?” I pant, trying to get the words out as fast as I can.

“Of course, Joker. Why—”

“Oli wants to take charge, and we’re gonna follow his lead. Is that cool with you?” I cut off his question to save time.

Spencer looks at me for two long heartbeats, and I see the moment he comprehends what I’m not saying. That we’re going to defer to Oliver’s commands tonight, no matter what. Even from the other side of the vehicle, I can already feel Oli’s dominance filling the garage like so much hot oil, making my skin tingle with excitement. But I know Spencer hasn’t always reacted well to Oliver’s alpha nature, so I wouldn’t blame him for bowing out.

But then Spencer nods, leaning down to kiss me softly even as I stand stock still in surprise.

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