Page 43 of My Knotty Mountain Men

The way I wanted to puff my chest out with pride, knowing that my Omega was jealous over us, was not even funny.

“I know,” Nolan says softly, his thumb brushing against the bare skin of my stomach. “I’ve thought about adding a lock to the door and locking it while she slept.”

“Not a bad idea.” Aiden’s voice has us looking over.

My cock twitches as I take him in. God, he’s so damn sexy. His hair is a mess, sticking up all over the place, and he’s only wearing low-slung pajama pants.

“Morning,” he greets, eyes flicking between the two of us, sounding unsure. “You hungry?” he asks us.

I blink at him in surprise. “Ah, yeah, I could eat.” This is the first time in months he’s slept in and stayed for breakfast, let alone offered to make anything.

Normally, he doesn’t get much sleep and is up hours before us, working out in our home gym in the basement.

He looks over my shoulder towards Violet, pain etched across his face before he lets out a sigh of relief. “She’s still here.”

“Were you expecting otherwise?” Nolan asks.

Aiden drops his eyes to Nolan. “Yes,” he replies honestly. He holds Nolan’s gaze for a moment before stepping forward.

I hear Nolan suck in a breath as Aiden reaches up and brushes his fingers along Nolan’s jaw. “We need to talk,” Aiden says softly, leaning in to press his lips against Nolan’s.

My heart hurts at the sound he makes; it’s almost a sob mixed with a sigh of relief.

Aiden has hardly touched either of us in months. I hope he knows just how much Nolan needed that.

“I love you,” he murmurs against Nolan’s lips.

“I-I love you too,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, no doubt trying to keep the tears from falling. I place my hand on his lower back, rubbing my thumb in a comforting motion.

My eyes are glued to Nolan’s face, so it surprises me when Aiden grips my chin. My gaze snaps over to him, widening as I look into his sky-blue eyes. “I love you,” he growls before crashing his lips down against mine.

I moan, my cock hardening as it presses against my sleep pants. Fuck, I need him.

Our kiss is messy, needy, and it feels like coming home.

“If you keep doing that, you're going to surprise our Omega by making her wake up to a very interesting situation,” Nolan chuckles, but I can hear the arousal in his tone.

Aiden breaks the kiss. Grabbing the back of my head, he presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you're right,” he concedes,both of us breathing heavily. “Come on.” He steps away, and I miss him already. “Food and talk.”

Nolan and I watch Aiden’s back as he leaves, heading down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Thomas,” Nolan whispers.

“I know, baby.” I pull him into my arms. “I know.”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I have a good feeling that things are about to get so much better.”

“Yeah.” I smile down at him, kissing his lips softly, tasting Aiden on them. “I think so too.”

We leave Violet to sleep and join Aiden in the kitchen.

The whole time he’s making breakfast, he says nothing. We sit and wait, Nolan casting me looks of worry, wondering if he thought wrong before.

Now, Aiden takes our empty plates and places them in the sink before turning around to face us.

“First, I want to tell you both how fucking sorry I am,” he starts. My spine stiffens, seeing the emotion in his eyes. “How I’ve treated you both these past few months was wrong. You didn’t deserve my coldness, my anger, or my distance. I took everything hard and didn’t know how to cope with what I was feeling. I knew you both were feeling something similar, but I felt like I’d just be dragging you down, adding more to your plate. Then I started slipping into a depression I was sure I wasn't going to come out of. All the negative things I imagined in my mind. That you both were better off without me, that it wasn’t a wonder why Violet left; she was also better off without me.”

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his blonde locks. “It wasn’t right of me to let my own self-doubts and negative thoughts come between us. You didn’t deserve any of it. And I’m so fucking sorry. I just... fuck,” he sighs, moving to stop in front of us on the other side of the table. He places his hands onthe wood, leaning over and hanging his head. “I felt like I was drowning. Every day, it was like my soul was screaming, crying in pain for her—this dreadful cloud looming over me the whole time. I couldn’t breathe or think. I just felt lost, hopeless. So, I put all my time and energy into other things to try and distract my mind. It helped a bit, so I clung to it rather than coming to the two of you for the support I know you both would have given me.”

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