But for now?
Gideon lets him.
Grayson’s mouth crashes against his, tongue shoving inside, sucking the taste of Nix right off Gideon’s lips like he has a fucking right to it.
And maybe he does.
Gideon growls into the kiss, fisting a sticky hand in Grayson’s hair, yanking him just as hard, just as mean, fingers twisting deep at the roots to remind him exactly who’s in charge here.
Groaning, filthy and rough, his rock-hard cock pressing against Gideon’s stomach, Grayson’s’ s nails dig into Gideon’s arm like he can’t help it.
When Gideon finally rips his mouth away, Grayson’s lips are swollen, wet, and glazed in the taste of their mate.
Grayson fucking shivers when Gideon pulls away.
Then, still hard, Grayson jumps up and staggers slightly before kissing Nix’s cheek, brushing sweat-damp hair back from his forehead.
“Going for a swim,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with need.
He jogs away, Nix’s shorts in hand. It’s followed shortly afterward by a splash. He’d still been hard and probably had no plans to take care of it—except with the chlorinated version of a cold shower and fifty laps to burn off the energy.
Gideon watches him disappear, then glances down at his sticky, wrecked mates, still limp and still covered in all of them.
He grins.
Finn is licking Nix’s neck over Jay’s bite, nose in Nix’s ear. His hand is low on Nix’s belly, rubbing in circles while Nix shakes in the aftermath.
His black currant is sweeter than it has been lately, which is good. He’s been sure his puppy has been going through something he’s not talking about.
Gideon recognizes he absolutely is not the man for that job. Not now.
He wishes he were, sometimes, because there are parts of Finn he wants to know. Gideon knows he’s getting better at it, and maybe someday he’ll be the man Finn can trust with the darkest parts of himself.
Rowan is lying on his back, arm over his eyes, panting, sucking come off his fingers. Whose, Gideon has no idea. His own? Probably.
Ah, it’s Finn’s. There’s a trickle seeping out the bottom of Finn’s pant leg, and Rowan just goes back for more.
Nix is reclining in Finn’s lap, head thrown back on his broad shoulder and tilted into his throat, gasping for air. He’s shivering and twitching with the aftershocks—maybe in part because Finn’s hand occasionally passes over a distended nipple.
With his shirt pulled up high, his tits are magnificent. Gideon wonders if his mate would consider permanent tiny hoops.
At any rate, they’ll definitely need to add nipple play to Nix’s list.
There’s a deep rumble coming from somewhere. Not a growl exactly—not menacing or intimidating—but…comforting? Happy?
It hits him after a second—it’s Nix.
Going to his knees, he crowds back in between Nix’s and Finn’s thighs. Placing his ear to Nix’s chest, despite the way it’s interrupting Finn’s petting flow, he hears it: a deep, contented purring.
Gideon is shocked to feel tears in his eyes for the third time this week. His omega is so content and safe and satisfied he is purring, and while it’s not going on his kink list, it is going on his list as one of his favorite things. Ever.
The dog barks, and Finn jerks so hard he almost dumps their sleepy omega on his ass.
Gideon manages to sit back on his heels in time to catch Luca as he throws himself onto his lap with such force that they are propelled backward.
He notes that Luca is still in his pants, so it must be a fucking emergency.
“We are fuckingfree, sugar.” He kisses Gideon’s mouth, all teeth and tongue. “We are done with Ripley Records. Ro, you missed the whole thing!”
