“She said she wanted to visit. I told Big H I’d rather your mom and your entire family move in with us, than mine.”
Sam chuckled at that. “If my entire family moved in, you wouldn’t be able to do everything in the kitchen.”
“Everything? Like bending you over?” Valen flashed a smile, and Sam squirmed. Harris kissed down his throat, made his breath catch.
“I was surprised,” Sam said, curling his fingers into Harris’ thigh. “I thought... Mom might not have approved of you and Harris.”
“I appreciated that,” Harris said. “It was kind of her.”
“She loves you, Sam,” Valen said. His eyes were on the road, but he was still smiling. “I was at your place a couple times. She’s always been great.”
Or maybe it was Sam projecting his insecurities onto his mom. Harris had wedding bands made a few weeks ago, and Sam hadn’t heard from Valen or Harris what had happened to them.
Were they holding back, waiting for the right time to propose? Or were they waiting to see if Sam could bear them a baby? Harris, for one, wanted a child. Sam hadn’t marked Harris in return. Wasn’t sure if he deserved to, if he couldn’t promise Harris a healthy baby.
“Sam’s mom is very welcome at our place,” Harris said, brushing his lips against Sam’s scent gland. Then he closed his lips around it and sucked, and pleasure swooped through Sam’s gut.
He must’ve moaned, because Valen said, “Harris!”
Harris huffed against Sam’s throat. “Yeah?”
“That’s distracting!”
“That’s what you do every damn time,” Harris said, stroking his palm down Sam’s belly. Then he untied the fastenings of Sam’s pants, and slipped his hand inside. “This is payback, V.”
Sam’s mouth went dry. He spread his legs for Harris, his breath staggering.
He’d had Harris to himself a few times by now, when Valen was in the kitchen, or in the bathroom. It was always different, having Harris touch him. Harris was calmer, his touch steadier, less frantic than Valen’s.
Sometimes, Valen would stand by the door, doing nothing but watching, his hand on his own cock.
Right now, musk coiled from all of them, and Harris’ fingers brushed down Sam’s cock, cupping his balls. Sam groaned, lifting his hips. He trusted Valen to drive. Didn’t trust his own hunger, when hormones had been running through his body, making him wet for his alphas at the slightest touch. “Harris!”
“You’re encouraging him, Sam,” Valen said.
Harris squeezed Sam’s balls, scooped them out of his pants. His cock strained upward shamelessly, its tip pushing out of its foreskin, needing touch.
“Fuck,” Valen growled.
Harris smiled, kissing down Sam’s jaw, his fingers playing over Sam’s cock. He pulled down Sam’s foreskin, exposing his entire tip. Then he dragged Sam’s skin back up, sending a thrill up his spine. “Just an appetizer.”
“For?” Sam whined, squeezing Harris’ thigh.
“For when we have you in bed later,” Harris whispered in Sam’s ear, his breath hot. “I think Valen will want all his seed in you.”
Sam trembled.
At a stoplight, Harris stroked his wrist over Sam’s cock, then his balls, marking him with oak.
Valen reached over, squeezed Sam’s cock, base to tip. Then he stroked his wrist down the other side of Sam’s cock, across from Harris’ marking. Sam trembled. It always gave him a thrill, having both Harris and Valen claim ownership of his arousal.
Harris scooted back, leaned in. Took Sam into his mouth.
That made both Sam and Valen groan.
“You’re both mine,” Valen said.
“Yours,” Sam breathed, gasping when Harris’ lips dragged over his sensitive tip.
Then Harris worked his hand deeper into Sam’s pants, circled his fingertips around Sam’s hole, and pushed in. Sam stretched around him, cock jerking.
He stopped thinking after that.
26
Valen
By the time they parked, the truck’s cab was saturated with the smell of musk, come, and sweat. Valen opened the door, his pants tight, his instincts roaring.
Needed to pin Sam down, mark him, fuck him. Except he couldn’t, because they were late for the ultrasound appointment.
It had been difficult, concentrating on driving while Harris stroked soft moans out of Sam, fucking his hole, tasting his cock. Made Valen throb when Sam’s fingers curled into his thigh, the rasp of his breathing filling Valen’s ears.
Harris had sucked Sam until he came, and Sam had spurted into his mouth, his cock pulsing. Valen wanted to taste his come on Harris’ tongue, but he couldn’t do that in public, either.
Damn it all!
Valen shut the door, rounding the hood of the truck to where Sam wobbled against Harris, his cheeks flushed, his pants tied neatly around his hips.
“Damn you, Big H,” Valen growled, sliding his arm around his omega.
“That’s what you do to me every time,” Harris said, smirking. Bastard. “Sam’s exquisite.”
Sam blushed, that dark red a wonderful color on his cheeks. “Sorry for distracting you.”
Valen laughed, pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips. “Not your fault. Honestly, I’ve been doing the exact same thing to Big H.”
It did get Harris in a mood for sex when they got home, and Valen didn’t mind that at all. Right now, though... There were other things to be focusing on.
Things like a baby.
Valen winced when they stepped into the clinic. Mobiles hung from the ceiling, and the walls were painted with rainbows and unicorns. A soft lullaby played in the background.
It was almost enough to kill his arousal.
Harris took a seat while Valen waited with Sam at the counter.
“I have an appointment,” Sam told the receptionist, smiling sheepishly. “It was supposed to be at 2:10 PM.”
“That’s all right,” the receptionist said, tapping into the computer. “Here, why don’t you fill out this form while I get you all set up?”
They had to reek of sex—the musk was unmistakable. But the receptionist never even raised her eyebrows. Valen guessed it was common, then, for pregnant couples to fuck before ultrasound appointments. Except Harris also smelled like musk.
They joined Harris in the waiting area, amidst other couples waiting for their turns. Valen sat on Sam’s other side and peered at the form.
“Seems like a lot to fill in,” he said.
“It’s not so
