Page 98 of Knot That Serious

“Keep going,” Beckett told him, tightening his grip on his waist.

“You’re right,” Jack said, and then he was babbling. “I miss her. I miss her, fuck. She hasn’t even gone anywhere, not really, and I— We’ve gotta—” He gasped as Beckett’s hips stuttered. “I’ve gotta do something,” he said.

Beckett groaned in relief and reached beneath Jack to stroke his cock. “You care about her. Admit it,” Beckett whispered.

Jack’s voice was wobbly as he said, “I care about her.”

With a nip at his shoulder, Beckett continued his steady thrusts, stroking Jack in time.

“That’s right, I know you do,” Beckett cooed.

Jack’s ass clenched, tightening around Beckett and dragging him closer to the edge.

“You can come now, come on, baby,” Beckett whispered, the words melting into his skin.

Beckett let him fall over, let Jack cry out. Jack’s hands contorted, nails digging into Beckett’s stomach as he came.

Jack spilled over his fist, and Beckett was pulled under with him, mouthing at Jack’s shoulder to muffle his shout.

Beckett stroked Jack until his hips hitched away, breath catching at the sensitivity.

He smiled into Jack’s skin, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Jack groaned as he pulled out, and Beckett collapsed to the bed before pulling Jack into him.

It was quiet for a moment, and Beckett wondered if Jack was still reeling.

Finally, Jack had come to his senses. He’d realized how he felt about Eli.

Finally, maybe something could change, maybe Jack could actually talk to her—

“We can’t let him take her from us,” Jack declared.

Beckett blinked up at the ceiling. “Okay…” His thumb caressed a pattern into Jack’s skin. “I’m not sure about that. Maybe you should just tell her—”

“Absolutely not,” Jack interrupted, and pressed up from his chest. “What are you, reasonable?”

Beckett felt his lips twitch. “I like to think of myself as such, yes.”

“No, no. We just need to make sure this alpha treats her right. What if he’s actually an asshole? Eli deserves only the best alphas. Which means…”

Beckett leaned forward in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to say I told you so when Jack finally admitted he loved her and wanted to court her.

“We need to keep tabs on them,” he decided.

Beckett deflated, groaning and letting his head drop to the bed. “No, Jack,” he said in a monotone voice. “We are not keeping tabs on them.”

“I’m not talking about bugging her and tracking her from a van. I mean, one of us needs to find out where their next date is. And we can just so happen to be on a date at the same time. At the same place. In a disguise.”

Beckett shook his head. “Jack, that’s unhinged, even for you.”

“I’m completely hinged, I’ll have you know,” Jack said. “Come on, people do it all the time.”

“Yeah, in movies! And how does it usually turn out for them, huh?” Beckett questioned.

Jack crossed his arms. “Our mission won’t go wrong. Especially if you’re there.” Jack fluttered his eyes up at him. “Pretty please?”

Oh my god.

Beckett guessed he was more likely to convince Jack he loved Eli by feeding into his jealousy. Watching Eli get wined and dined by an alpha would be too much for him, Beckett just knew it. And if Beckett was there, he would be able to keep Jack from actually crashing their date, or embarrassing himself, or getting fucking arrested for stalking.

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