Sam’s heart skipped, then skipped again. “M-me?”
Harris had rolled down his window with a frown. His cheeks were flushed, though. “Don’t just stand there. We’re blocking the exit.”
“He wants a piece of you for himself,” Valen said, turning Sam around so Harris could see them both. Valen wriggled his eyebrows. “Sam looks good, doesn’t he?”
Valen cupped Sam’s ass and squeezed, and it felt like he was showing Sam off to his lover. Sam’s cheeks burned.
Harris’ gaze burned down Sam’s body, and his interest made Sam’s throat go dry.
“We’re in a parking lot, V.” Harris looked away, clicked his tongue. “If you don’t get in right now, I’m leaving without you.”
“He wouldn’t,” Valen said to Sam, his eyes gleaming. “He likes us too much.”
Harris grumbled, rolling his window back up.
“I don’t see why he’d be worried about me,” Sam said, following Valen around the hood. It was now three weeks since they’d all first met. As much as Sam liked Valen and Harris, it didn’t make sense for Harris to keep Sam in his thoughts.
“We rescued a pregnant omega last week,” Valen said lowly, glancing at Harris through the windshield. “The omega got in a knife fight, somehow—he’s in the ICU at the moment. It really shook Harris up.”
“I don’t get...” Sam remembered that night in the car, back when Harris had said, He died during childbirth. And then he felt sorry for Harris. “Oh. That’s... that’s nice of him.”
But knowing Harris had been concerned... it sent a thrill down Sam’s spine. A dignified alpha like Harrison Fields? Even being acknowledged by him was a treat.
“He’s good for you,” Valen whispered. Squeezed Sam’s ass again, before opening the passenger door.
The cab of the truck smelled like oak and sandalwood, just like the mansion did. Harris eyed Valen. “Extolling my virtues?”
“All of them, but especially your cock.” Valen grinned, climbing into the truck after Sam. “It makes everything a tight fit.”
Sam tried not to think about it, because Harris’ cock had felt good. He’d spent the last few nights wondering what it’d be like, sandwiched naked between Valen and Harris again. Having both of them touch him.
Valen nudged Sam up against Harris, then shut the door. It was comfortable, their thighs brushing, strong biceps pressed against Sam’s arms. The cab was small, but it felt close, intimate.
“I’ve been telling Harris that we need you in our bed,” Valen said.
Sam gulped.
Harris rolled his eyes. “Not today. We’re getting started on the cooking lessons for real.”
“We are,” Sam said over his thudding heart. “We’ll make fajitas from scratch, plus separate a whole chicken into pieces.”
“Sounds good,” Harris said.
They clicked on their seatbelts, and Harris pulled the truck out onto the street.
“Haven’t caught up with you since last week,” Valen said, nuzzling Sam’s ear. “How’ve you been?”
Sam’s chest squeezed. “I’ve been fine. The—The baby’s fine, too, I think.”
Felt so strange, talking about the baby like that. He really was pregnant.
Valen growled, touching Sam’s belly. It still surprised Sam how Valen hadn’t left yet. He’d expected Valen to back away, and yet Valen was here. Staying with Sam.
“Good to hear,” Valen whispered against his skin.
Then Valen slipped his arms around Sam, kissing along his jaw to his chin, and down his throat. Sam’s breath rushed out of his lungs. His fingers caught on denim—Valen’s, and Harris’.
“Valen,” Harris muttered. “At least stay out of Sam’s pants until we get back.”
“I’ll remember that,” Valen growled against Sam’s throat. Licked his scent gland. Sam squirmed, his pulse stuttering. Not how he’d planned on starting off tonight, but he loved the drag of Valen’s palms down his thighs, the rasp of Valen’s breath on his skin.
“We—we need to get those lessons in,” Sam said. “I feel bad about them. We haven’t done a single one.”
“We could postpone it forever.” Valen nipped at Sam’s scent gland, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine.
Sam groaned. Harris could probably smell his musk—he hadn’t thought he’d be this easily aroused. But he’d been thinking about Valen and Harris pressed against him, and now his senses were working on overdrive. “I can’t postpone the classes forever—I need another source of income.”
At that, Valen pulled away, looking into his eyes. “We’re paying for the baby—you’ve received the credit card in the mail, haven’t you?”
Sam squirmed. He hadn’t opened the envelope yet. It had felt heavy in his hands, like a promise. “I mean... I need another cooking gig. I don’t want to leech off you.”
“My baby,” Valen growled, kissing Sam on the lips. He cradled Sam’s belly with his large hand, and Sam’s chest tightened. “It’s not just your responsibility, Sam.”
Valen kissed down Sam’s neck, smoothed his palm between Sam’s legs. Then he squeezed Sam’s balls through his pants, and Sam’s breath rushed out of his lungs.
With a twinge of regret, Sam leaned away from Valen. He needed to keep himself together, not come right there in the truck. “I’m searching for somewhere to stay, too. It looks like there isn’t space at my mom’s.”
“That’s why you were there?” Harris glanced sidelong at Sam, his eyes piercing, like he could see through everything Sam thought.
Sam shivered. “Yeah. But my brother’s living with her, and I don’t want to intrude on his family.”
“Is there anywhere else you can go?” Harris asked. Glanced at Valen.
Valen’s smile grew. “You could come live with us.”
Sam stared at them, gaping. “We’ve only—It’s only been three weeks!”
Valen kissed him again, slipping his tongue into Sam’s mouth. Tasted him. “Not just three weeks between us, Sam.”
Valen was right. They went back years.
“But it’s Harris’ mansion, isn’t it?” Sam asked, scrambling for another solution. He didn’t want to intrude on Valen and Harris.
“You’re welcome to move in,” Harris rumbled. “When do you have to leave your current place?”
“In two weeks,” Sam said.
It wasn’t like Harris owed him anything. Or maybe Harris wanted him for some sex, with the way his gaze had burned down Sam’s body, lingering on his hips.
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