Page 61 of The Surrogate Omega, Part Two

I don’t know how he manages, but Logan somehow crawls into the narrow hospital bed with us, me cuddled in the middle. I just think about how a year ago, I’d have balked at being squished and so close to other people, but right now, I need it. I wish I could be closer.

“Everything went ok with Ro?” Ev asks over my head.

I feel Logan shrug. “I guess. At first, he hated everything I bought and refused to pick anything out. But after I picked up a sweatshirt I caught him staring at, he started to relax and maybe even enjoy himself. He actually seemed happy when I dropped him off at Luke’s for the night.”

“You know you guys don’t have to stay here, right?”

“We know. We want to. We stayed back with Ro last night, but the doctors said you may be discharged early. We want to be here.”

I feel like maybe there’s more to it, but I can’t place what, so I let it go. Besides, it’s not like I can complain about both my mates being here. I need them so badly right now.

“When we get back home, I want to watch the two of you,” I tell them.

Evander’s eyes darken with lust, and Logan squeezes me tighter, tight enough I can feel the outline of his dick against my ass.

“Tell us what you want to watch, Little Bird.” Logan’s voice is husky in my ear. “In detail.”

Evander growls a little and cants his hips. I don’t need to look to know his bulge matches Logan’s. I’m soft, but I’m pretty sure that’s from the birth and pain killers because my lust is at an all-time high.

I know my blush is probably covering my entire face by this point, but these are my mates, and I want to share, even if we are squished together in a hospital bed. “I, um, want to watch while you two suck each other off at the same time.”

I’m whispering in case a nurse comes in, but I know they can hear me. Evander’s grin turns feral, and Logan nips at my neck as he grinds his pelvis against my back.

“You wanna watch us sixty-nine, sweetheart?”

I nod, unable to manage words.

“I’m sure we can accommodate that,” Logan says in my ear. “What else?”

I don’t want to say the words, suddenly embarrassed I even brought it up, but I force myself to continue, “Then, um, once you are both on edge, I want to watch you, uh, have sex.”

“You want to see Logan fuck me, sweetheart?”

I shake my head. “No, um, the other way. If you want—”

So far, Logan hasn’t been the recipient of anal, and no one has said anything about it either way. Obviously, if he isn’t comfortable with it, then that’s fine. This is just a fantasy, anyway. But I can’t lie and say that I haven’t been thinking about it . . . a lot.

Logan growls behind me, but he doesn’t sound upset, only turned on. Evander sucks in his piercing, his telltale sign that he’s horny. “Holy fuck.”

Logan props himself up so he’s looking Evander in the eyes. “You like that, babe? The idea of pinning me down and fucking me?”

Evander hisses as he presses the palm of his hand into his bulge, trying to calm himself. “Gods, you two are going to make me cum in my pants.”

Logan grinds up against me. “Me too. This is a dangerous game to be playing right now, Little Bird.”

I turn to look at him, indignant. “You two started it. I didn’t plan on giving details.”

Both he and Evander kiss me at the same time, though it’s chaste. We are well aware of where we are. “Oh, but you wanted to, didn’t you, Little Bird? You wanted us to be all needy and desperate and not be able to do anything about it.”

I hadn’t really thought that far, but now that he’s said it, even my sad dick takes a little interest. I nod, unable to do much else.

Evander decides to get back into the fantasy. “And what will you be doing while I’m fucking the daylights out of Logan?”

Logan groans. “Fuck, Ev, not helping the situation.” He grins, unrepentant.

“I’ll, uh, be watching,” I reply.

Evander shakes his head and runs his hands through my hair. “Not good enough, Lake. You want us to believe you’ll just be watching? And where will your hands be while you watch?”

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