Page 2 of Mistletoe Trio
“Perfect! We’re going to get them to fuck you for Christmas!”
“Wait… What?”
He leaned forward. “We’re going to get you some much-deserved Christmas nookie.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” I asked. “It’s not as if I haven’t been trying to get them to figure it out.”
“Remember who you’re talking to,” he chuckled. “I love dick, and I’m good at getting it. If there’s a way, I’ll help you find it.”
“Putting your manwhore powers to good use?” I teased.
“Just like you turned your proclivity for pranks into a career as a party magician.”
I laughed. “Touché.”
He paused. “I take it you still don’t want to be direct? Because, to be honest, dragging them to the bedroom, tearing off your clothes, and ordering them to take turns would probably be your best option.”
I shook my head. “Nice thought, sexy even. But… It’s something they’ve always been weird about.”
“Weird how?”
“Like if we’re watching movies, and the omega makes the first move, they say things like the alpha should have been more confident. Shit like that.”
He started laughing again. “Seems kinda ironic. They want the alpha to make the first move, but neither makes a move on you.”
I sighed. “I think they’re scared that it would have to be only one of them. We’ve been a trio since we were little, and nobody wants to suddenly become the third wheel. If they don’t ask, then they don’t have to face that possibility.”
“So they disregard their—and your—desires… to keep the status quo?”
I shrugged. “They’re alphas. They think with their knots.”
“You can say that again…” He shook his head. “Lemme recap. You don’t want to be direct and just drag them to the bedroombecause they think alphas need to make the first move. So you’ve been dropping other hints that they’ve either missed or ignored. Does that sound right?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Ok… what have you tried?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I got a t-shirt a few months back that read ‘Fuck Me!’ in big letters across the chest. I wore it when I was just spending the day gaming with them.”
One of Camden’s eyebrows went up. “That seems pretty direct to me.”
I rolled my eyes. “They both asked if I was ok and what had gone so wrong that I needed a shirt like that. No innuendo, no teasing. Just wondering what had made me want to say that.”
“Oh my God! Are you serious?” he asked, bursting into laughter.
“I wish I was joking. There’s not many occasions that call for a shirt like that.”
“Definitely not.” He paused. “What else?”
I scratched my beard. “I moved my bed against one of the shared walls right before a heat last year. I’d hoped that they’d hear me fucking my knotting dildo and offer something better instead.”
“That was when they started fucking each other, wasn’t it?”
I sighed. “Yeah… I mean I don’t mind them fucking each other. It works out better for me because then I’ll also get a show once I’m fucked out. Plus nobody gets jealous. But it was an unintended consequence.”
“Are they still trying to hide the fact that they’re fucking each other?”
I nodded. “Yep. But, once again, they really kind of suck at it. I mean I’d know just because the walls are paper thin, and Austin moans pretty loud. Everybody knows though, and are keeping quiet because they see Austin and Declan are trying to be sneaky about it.”
