Page 19 of Knot Alone

Something about Linus’ deep-voiced and thorough recitation is so appealing to Graham that he leans in and kisses Linus over my shoulder. It should be awkward being stuck between them, but their kiss is desperate and open-mouthed. I can hear the sucking wet of their tongues sliding together. My breath catches on the thick, hot, salty chocolate scent trapped between them. Linus clings to us both and I can feel Graham’s bulge against my ass.

Too soon and not soon enough, Graham pulls back from the kiss and murmurs, “Thank you, dear,” against Linus’ smiling lips. He smiles at me. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Then looming over me, scant inches between his chest and mine, Graham flicks open the top button on my shirt.

My breath catches, like my breasts want him to touch them. Graham gives me a little smile before he flicks open the next button, then the next, not a single glance down at my tits, like he’s done this a thousand times before. Though, I’m wearing a professional button-up and he’s married to a lawyer, so he probably has. The image of him peeling off Linus’ layers just like he’s doing to me is my new favorite fantasy. Maybe if I ask nicely, he’ll show me.

For now, Graham traces hot fingers up my belly from the last button, then tugs me into a kiss as I arch up to reach. For all his confidence, Graham kisses tenderly, smooth and slow, like sinking into a soft bed. His tongue nudges at my lips and I open for him, drowning in his taste.

Graham smells like bread. I finally have a name to put to his scent and understanding unfolds before my senses. I could scent him the moment I walked through the door and stepped into his kitchen, but I thought it was his food. But now, Graham settles his hand on my thigh and slowly starts pushing up the hem of my skirt, and I can scent him: dark and nutty, hearty and strong. A kind of complicated bread that only a master baker could make.

Our lips part with a pop and he glances down at my lap to find my naked pussy on display. I’d be mortified, but Graham rumbles out a deep moan. I clench my thighs to keep from rubbing together at the sound.

“Linus James Lockridge.” Graham growls. It’s a question and a befuddled tease all at once. And holy shit, I forgot Linus is the only thing holding me up while his husband kisses me so well my brain turns off.

Thank goodness for arousal. Embarrassment has no place when Linus understands the implied question better than I did. He pulls out my poor, used panties from the pocket right next to my shoulder. (The man is still wearing his suit coat. I’m half naked, Graham is in sweats and a T-shirt, and Linus is still ready for the office. It’s unbearably hot.)

Linus dangles my still-damp panties from one finger, and Graham loses it. His frenzied hands fluctuate between tugging off my skirt and dragging Linus in for a frantic kiss full of, “You fucking tease,” and, “I can’t believe I missed it.” He bounces back and forth between us, trying to kiss and undress us both at the same. I nearly go tumbling off the stool. “Right. Fuck this. Linus: couch. And get that fucking jacket off.”

In one smooth motion, Linus tosses his jacket on the island and scoops me into his arms. Somewhere in the frantic scramble, Graham got off my shirt and skirt, and I already toed off my shoes at the door. I’m in nothing but my bra while Linus is still in his shirtsleeves and tie. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me past the kitchen table and into the living room. I scramble for his shoulders, but Linus just smiles. “I’ve got you.”

I bite my lip, and Linus hesitates a moment, waiting for whatever cue I’m comfortable giving. “I trust you,” I say, and Linus rewards me with his brilliant smile and a deep kiss.

With deft fingers, Linus unclasps my bra and tosses it someplace. I don’t care where because he lowers us both down to the couch and settles between my legs, kissing me all the while. Linus trails his kisses down my neck to my breasts, where he pauses. Lovers don’t usually pay much attention to my small breasts, but Linus swirls a nipple with the tip of his tongue and swallows half my tiny tit into his mouth. I gasp, then and he drags back on the mouthful and sucks on just the nipple.

My moan isn’t the only one. Linus glances to the side and smirks at something before he goes back in, gently nipping at my nipple between his teeth.

“Wh—” It’s hard to hold a thought, let alone a word, but I look over and there’s Graham, watching us both with heavy eyes and a tent in his sweatpants. He’s gotten rid of his shirt too, the sculpted lines of him so perfect that I almost want to shove Linus off so I can trace the lines of his husband’s abs with my tongue.

Linus pulls off my breast with a wet pop. “You’ll have to forgive him for staring. It’s been a while since he’s been with an Omega.”

It takes a moment for my brain to click back on. “What?”

“Graham used to be a bit of a cad.”

“I did not!” Graham objects.

“He did,” Linus smirks. “Then he met me, and I don’t share well.”

My arousal cuts off at the pass. Before my brain gets too tangled, Linus sees it. “Oh, darling.” He comes up on his knees and cradles my face. “You’re not sharing.”

Graham scoffs. “That wasn’t less confusing, Ly.” The poor man furrows in his own confusion, like he can’t imagine how it wasn’t helpful.

Graham rolls his eyes and drops next to me on the couch. “What Linus means is that we feel connected to you. It’s not like he’s having to share with someone else. It’s like you’re ours. And it’s not sharing when it’s with a piece of yourself.”

Those heavy words echo through me, territorial and so big that I want to cry. I don’t know if I’m scared that they don’t mean it, or I’m relieved that they feel the same way.

But Linus cuts off my angst with a rumble. “That’s what I said.”

Graham shares a smile with me. “Yes, dear.”

“You keep this up and I’m not going to let you have a turn.”

Without looking, Graham shoves Linus away from my body. “Yes, you are.”

“Yes,” he grumbles, “I am.” Then the two men switch places.

In a heartbeat, Graham is on the ground, his hands on my hips, tugging me to the edge of the couch. Linus is next to me, nudging a throw pillow behind my lower back. Somehow, my thighs are over Graham’s shoulders. His strong hands hold in me place and my clenching cunt waits close enough to his face that the tingles of his breath race up my spine. “May I?” He asks. I nod halfway before Graham dives in.

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