What would it be like if Harris married Sam, or even Valen? Would they have an audience that would accept them so readily? He didn’t think the staff at the station would mind. Valen’s father, though...
Harris looked up and found Wyatt’s parents looking between him and Penny. He was old for her, wasn’t he? Nothing like Valen and all his positivity.
“We’re here to witness the joining of Raphael and Wyatt Fleming,” the minister said.
Wyatt looked radiant with his bouquet of magnolias. Raph’s chest puffed up. Their children flanked them, grins on their faces.
To everyone outside this circle, Wyatt and Raph’s marriage would probably be newsworthy. To the family and staff gathered here—even their parents—it was just a marriage between an alpha and an omega.
This filled Harris’ chest with a flare of hope, that perhaps a marriage between him, Valen and Sam would work.
Maybe they could find a town somewhere that legalized marriage between alphas. Or maybe Harris would never be married to Valen. But there would be people who would accept them, and that... proved that not everything about this relationship was bad.
Or maybe Harris was just trying to find something positive, when he should be drawing away from Sam and Valen.
His fingers twitched against Penny’s hand. She looked up at him, and he smiled.
Watched as Wyatt said, “I do.”
“Do you, Raphael Fleming, take Wyatt Fleming to be your lawful omega?” the minister asked.
“I do,” Raph growled.
And even though Raph and Wyatt had been a couple for some time, running the business together at Wy’s Drive-In, they shared a look that burned between them, that made Harris’ heart thud.
He wanted a bond like that, too.
Wasn’t sure if Sam and Valen missed him, on the other side of Wyatt and Raph.
Wyatt and Raph exchanged their rings, the guests cheering around them, the birds twittering in the trees.
“I pronounce you alpha and omega,” the minister said. “May your lives together be filled with joy and good health.”
Then Wyatt and Raph kissed, and Harris wondered if he’d ever have the guts to kiss Valen in public, in front of all these people.
He was alpha. Things like that shouldn’t matter.
Before them, Wyatt’s smile dazzled. Raph scooped Wyatt into his arms, and their children clapped, grinning brightly. The guests whooped. Sam stepped forward, a proud smile on his face.
“Congrats again,” he said, his fingers linked with Valen’s.
Sam was beautiful, dressed in a flowing cream shirt, his belly hidden behind its loose folds. Next to him, Valen had matched Raph’s suit with his own gray coat, his shirt and pants crisp.
Sam and Valen would probably look the same at their wedding, dressed up like that, a perfect match for each other.
Then Penny left Harris to congratulate her brothers, and Sam turned, meeting Harris’ eyes.
Harris’ heart skipped. Still couldn’t believe he was in a relationship with Sam, still couldn’t believe Sam wanted an older alpha like him.
Sam pulled Valen along, stopping just by Harris’ chest. He smelled like dahlia and honey, and Harris wanted to bury his nose in Sam’s hair, hug him close.
“We should head to the drive-in,” Sam murmured. “Get the reception going.”
“We should,” Harris said.
Sam caught Harris’ hand, tugging both him and Valen around the guests. They left the gazebo, crossing the damp grass to where they’d parked the truck.
There wasn’t any fooling around with this omega, was there? A surge of fondness welled up in Harris’ chest.
Behind Sam’s shoulders, Harris exchanged a look with Valen.
“I want to marry you like that,” Valen said. “All of us in nice clothes, and after the ceremony, we’ll skip the reception and fuck in the bedroom.”
Harris shook his head, chuckling. “Figures.”
The tips of Sam’s ears turned pink. “Valen!”
Valen grinned. “It’s not like anyone else heard that, anyway.”
Harris slid into the driver’s seat. Sam climbed into the truck from the passenger door. Valen grabbed Sam’s hips, pressed his face against Sam’s ass.
“Gods, Valen!” Sam grinned, swatting at him.
Harris laughed. “Cool it, V.”
“C’mon,” Valen said. “Did you see when Wyatt and Raph kissed? I wanted to do that with you. Except I don’t really know how it’d work with three of us. Do we stand in a circle? Do we all kiss at the same time?”
“I don’t think we can all kiss at the same time,” Sam said, his forehead wrinkling. “If we pushed all our faces together, our mouths would be too far apart.”
“We could touch tongues,” Valen said.
“That’s not kissing.” Sam nudged him.
“Guess we practice,” Valen said, sliding his hand up Sam’s thigh. As Harris put the truck into reverse, Valen leaned in close, pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips.
Sam slid his fingers into Valen’s hair and kissed back, purring into his mouth. Harris swallowed.
Valen liked doing that, kissing Sam while they drove. It was all fine and good, except those soft, wet sounds crept into Harris’ ears, made his cock twitch. Valen reached between Sam’s legs, squeezed him there. Sam moaned, musk coiling from his skin.
“We’re in charge of the reception, you know,” Harris said, his voice husky. “Save that for later.”
Valen growled. “I know,” he said, nipping Sam’s lip. “But I want to make Sam mine. And make you mine, too.”
He dragged his wrists down Sam’s throat, over his hair, marked Sam’s arms with his scent.
Damn it, but Harris wanted to mark Sam, too. Have his scent mingle with Valen’s on Sam’s skin. And inside every nook of Sam’s body. Inside Valen, too.
Harris got them to the drive-in in record time, parked. Valen reached over, grabbed Harris by his nape, and kissed him hard.
“Mine,” Valen whispered, his teeth grazing Harris’ lips. He pushed his tongue into Harris’ mouth.
Harris tangled with him for a second, sliding hot and slow against his tongue. Then he pulled away. “Reception, V.”
“You have a second for this,” Sam whispered, his eyes bright. He met Harris’ gaze, and no, Harris didn’t want to leave the truck.
Harris caught Sam’s lips in a slow kiss. Nipped on his lower lip, pulled it into his mouth. Sam
