Page 66 of Whatever It Takes

I make a point of monitoring Briar’s temperature just to be safe. The Christmas movie that the little omega picked plays in the background, but my focus stays on her. She’s already got the three of us twisted around her little finger, considering Easton sits in the club chair without a word of complaint over her movie selection. He types away on his phone, and if I had to guess, he’s catching up on work, but I’m surprised he even stuck around in our vicinity.

Calder finally stumbles out an hour later with the blanket from the bed wrapped around his shoulders. He takes the other chair without a word.

Briar stays focused on the screen, but she works a hand behind her under the blanket and cups my cock. She peeks at me over her shoulder, and a sly smile tips at her lips.

I smirk back, nuzzling my cheek to the side of her head. The material probably should deaden the experience, but she jerks me perfectly, and the sneaky factor makes everything hotter.

With a little movement, she readjusts my shaft to aim toward her, and she shimmies down her sweats. I wait for her to pull mine out of the way, but she scoots back, which places my still-clothed cock between her thighs. Even the warmth of her body through the material is intense, and I snake my hand down to tease her clit.

That gets her fidgeting, like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I bend close to her ear and murmur, “Just relax, baby girl, and stay quiet…unless you’d like company.”

She nods.

I can’t tell if she’s saying she wants them to join us or if she’s acknowledging that she understands, but she brings one arm down to swirl around my crown as it sticks through her legs.

I wish I had the power to dissolve pieces of clothing through sheer willpower alone. Her scent gets even more potent, and I realize how sweaty her T-shirt is. Even with the space heater, it can’t be more than somewhere in the high fifties in here.

Readjusting my hand, I run my palm over her swollen nub and work two fingers down to slip inside her. She’s not soaked, but she’s just slick enough that I’m not concerned about hurting her.

The way she wiggles back into my chest while teasing my crown and making sure her thighs clench over the rest of my length makes me ache to slam inside her. Easton continues typing away on his phone, and the chick on the TV screen runs from the lumberjack into the forest. I haven’t been paying attention, but I bet that leads to some naughty goodness of its own.

Briar’s thumb circles my crown, and my fingers get even wetter.

Fuck me.

I wish I could be in so many different places at once. Using the hand of the arm her head is resting on, I stretch down to cup her tit. Her nipple is hard as I tease my fingers over it.

“I’m starving,” Calder says, shoving himself out of his chair and rearranging his glasses. It’s always strange to see him inthem, since he prefers his contacts. Or that’s my assumption, because that’s what he tends to wear around the office. “Do you guys want anything?”

“All good,” Briar squeaks as I stretch my fingers wide inside her core.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Easton grunts that he doesn’t want anything, and Calder takes off.

The little omega starts to really tremble, and she drops my cock to reach back to shove at my sweats.

I pull my hand free of her pussy to help get them down, and my shaft bounces between her thighs. Moving close to her ear, I ask, “Do you think you’ll be able to stay quiet?”

She nods, and my eyes flick to Easton. He’s still distracted. If I could have made guesses on how my life was going to go, I never would have thought I’d be about to fuck hisbonded omega.It’s just one of those things that a rational person without a death wish would never try. But that makes it so much hotter, like an extra specialfuck youto him for all the years he’s tormented me.

Also, sliding inside Briar again would be worth the risk, even if I didn’t know she’s got him wrapped around her finger.

I am shocked that he’s not picking up her arousal in the bond, but I’ve never had one to know how they work. Maybe she’s really good at blocking her emotions and feelings, or he could just be distracted.

Briar uses her fingers wrapped around my crown to push me from her clit to her opening. She pops her knee up just a bit and wiggles back. It doesn’t fully bury my tip inside her, but it’s so close that the tiniest flex of my hips does.

Curling over her top half, I study the way her chest heaves and how she nibbles at her lower lip. The sounds of the holidaymovie play in the background, and it appears the guy caught the runaway woman.

Briar’s hand slides back, clutching at my ass and guiding me to work deeper. I chuckle at the way her nails desperately dig in.

“Ahh, yes, it appears she forgave him for lying about having an ex-wife,” Easton says.

“I don’t think I could get over that. That woman tormented her every day at work, and she had no idea why,” Briar says.

Is that the plot that’s been playing out?

I hadn’t noticed, but the husky tone of the little omega’s voice will give us away if she keeps talking.

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