I let out a heavy sigh and look away from her piercing gaze. She’s right, and I shouldn’t try to take the blame for other people’s shitty actions. But it doesn’t stop me from feeling bad that she’s tangled in this mess to begin with.

“We’ve talked about this. You have done everything in your power to remove Seth from your life. What he does or says isn’t on you,” Rhett adds.

I look back up at my best friend, his icy blue eyes staring straight through me. We have gone over this Seth situation countless times since it happened, and he helped me through the worst of the guilt I had weighing down on me back then. All I have control of are my actions and my responses to Seth’s actions. He’s doing all of this to get a rise out of me, to push me until I break no-contact and confront him. Feeling guilty and letting this stuff eat away at me is exactly what he’d want. I nod, leaning more into Lydia’s touch.

“Still doesn’t make me want to kick his ass any less,” I grumble, smirking to take the edge off my words.

“Oh, trust me. He’s got more than just an ass kicking coming his way, if I have anything to say about it,” Rhett agrees, his chuckle darker and more dangerous.

Lydia sighs, and I catch the roll of her eyes that belies the fond smile pulling at her lips. Unable to resist a moment longer, I lean in and capture her lips with mine. I’d intended to make it a short, sweet kiss and then go back to cuddling, but then Lydia’s hand slides around and fists into the hair at the base of my neck, that little moan slipping free.

I run my tongue along her bottom lip, and she opens with no hesitation, moving forward slightly until her chest brushes mine with each inhale. Rhett hums appreciatively, and I move the arm under Lydia until I find the skin of Rhett’s back. He sucks in a sharp breath as I knead my fingers into the lean muscle of his shoulder, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his calloused hand on my outer thigh.

“Do you want this, love? Both of us worshiping you in your nest?” Rhett purrs, a wave of his whiskey scent crashing over me as he leans close, murmuring into Lydia’s ear.

She moans again, back arching even as her lips stay with me, her tongue still twining with mine. But that’s not enough. I pull away, kissing down her jaw until my bruised lips are brushing the shell of her ear.

“Words, baby girl. Tell us what you want,” I croon, running my hand up from her waist, through the valley between her breasts, and back down.

“I want… I need you. Touch me, please,” Lydia begs between heaving breaths.

I nibble on her earlobe as I let my hand drift down her leg, making goosebumps rise along her clenching thighs until I find the waistband of her panties. Rhett takes Lydia’s weight for a moment, slipping the t-shirt over her head and then her bra, leaving her practically bare between us. My head spins as my cock springs to life at the first sight of her perfect tits, and I lean down, capturing one nipple in my mouth. The air is heavy with the smell of honey and whiskey, and the floral taste of her skin under my tongue makes me moan.

“You are so wet for us, love,” Rhett groans, speaking over Lydia’s gasping inhales.

“Let me taste her,” I say between open-mouthed kisses on the swells of her breasts.

I open my eyes as Lydia lets out a shaky exhale, my gaze drifting to Rhett’s hand below the pale gray lace of her panties. He withdraws a moment later, and I catch his wrist, bringing two gleaming fingers to my mouth. They both let out low moans as I lick every drop of her essence from Rhett’s skin, the sweetness of it mixing perfectly with the heady musky leather of his flesh.

When I pull away, I’m surprised when Rhett’s hand darts out from my grip, clamping down on the back of my neck and dragging me down into a heated kiss. I haven’t done this with him in years, but my body still remembers. My skin lights up, my nose filling with more of that honey and vanilla omega arousal as Rhett tries to dominate the kiss. When he pulls away, I’m left a little breathless. Lydia’s little whimper draws both of our attention back to her, and I can’t help but chuckle at the wide-eyed shock displayed on her face.

“I’d almost forgotten how good of a kisser you are, Coop,” I tease, throwing Rhett a sideways look.

“You’ve definitely improved,” Rhett tosses back, not missing a beat.

Lydia’s cheeks are bright pink, and it’s almost too adorable for words. I lean down and gather her up in my arms, rolling slightly so her upper body is draped over me.

“You taste like a cocktail together,” Lydia muses when we pull away for air.

“What sort of cocktail?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

She hums thoughtfully, but whatever she’s about to say next is cut off, her eyes going wide and mouth forming a perfect little ‘o’. I glance behind her to see Rhett has shifted, half sitting up as he helps her hitch one leg toward her chest, opening her for him. His eyes are closed, pure bliss coloring his cheeks and neck as he slowly rolls his hips against her.

“Is he filling that pretty little pussy, baby? Stretching out that tight little hole?” I ask, a purr slipping into my words as I brush back a piece of her hair.

“Oh, God. It’s so good, so–holy shit, just like that.” Lydia’s voice is high and desperate, her body rocking over me as Rhett’s hips snap up in sharp thrusts. My hands wander up and down her body as I watch her every facial expression, the way her eyes screw tight right when he hits that perfect spot, the deepening pinks and reds as she gets closer and closer to falling apart. It only takes a moment for me to rid myself of my boxers, and then I bring one of her hands down to wrap her fingers around my cock, moving in time with Rhett. I look up at his face, his attention fixed on where they meet.

“He’s fucking you so good, isn’t he, baby girl? Giving you that thick alpha cock deep, just how you like it?” I growl, tangling a hand in her hair to make sure she can’t look anywhere but me.

She whimpers and nods as much as she can, but I tighten my grip ever so slightly in correction. Her hand flexes around my cock, a reflex that makes my hips buck up off the bed. Rhett growls, and I feel his hand on my hip, holding me down.

“I can feel you holding back, my good girl. But you aren’t going to come just yet, not until Matty gets his turn,” Rhett says, and the dangerous lilt to his words sends a shiver down my spine.

“Do you want my cock, hmm? Want me to fuck you until you come all over me?” I ask, almost innocently.

“Please, I need–I need your cock,” Lydia begs mindlessly.

Rhett pulls back, and Lydia falls forward when she loses the support. I sit up slightly, using a pillow to brace my upper back. Lydia throws one leg over my hips and reaches for my cock, but an idea strikes. I seize her hips before she can lower herself down, and she looks up in confusion.