Wade giggled, scooting closer. “Really?”
“Yes, I can smell them.” How had I missedthat earlier?
Wade shoved my shoulder. “No, I meant thesex part.”
“Oh yeah, that? Yeah, we already talkedabout it yesterday.” No point in surprising him with shit like that.
He giggled again then leaned in closer. “Islept with your Dom.”
Sighing, I glared at him. “I was theretoo.”
Tristan chuckled. “You’re both clearly verynaughty omegas. But first, coffee and food.”
“Don’t encourage him.” I wasn’t sure if Iwas talking to Tristan or Wade, but it probably applied to both of them.
Ignoring both their laughter, I headed tothe cabinet where Wade kept the mugs and grabbed mine.Writers do it better.The best part was that it listed off things like murder and sex, which Wadethought was hysterical.
Tristan laughed as he walked over to thestove and pulled out a steaming pan of biscuits. “You sleep over here oftenenough to have your own mug?”
Wade took that one. “Yes, but in my defense,it’s usually his idea.”
I snorted. “Don’t believe one word of it.He looks so innocent, but he’s a naughty omega.”
“I don’t know about that. He cuddles reallysweetly.” Tristan laughed again as I threatened to throw my spoon at him.
“You, on the other hand, were demanding andtold me I was an asshole for not cuddling Wade.” His grin was ear-to-ear as hisgaze bounced back and forth between us.
As I finished doctoring my coffee, I tookit over to the table. Wade was still fussing around the room, probably tryingto decide what to do with Tristan in his kitchen. Sitting down, I sighed andtook a sip of heaven.
I could see questions in Tristan’s eyes ashe set the hot pan on the stove and started looking for a plate, but I wasn’tsure what he was asking. Honestly, it could’ve been any number of things.“What?”
Wade sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’mguessing he probably wants to know why you sleep in my bed over here.”
Tristan shrugged as he walked back to thestove with a heavy square plate. I’d picked it out a year ago the last timeWade had repainted the kitchen and switched the colors around. “That’s one ofthem. But I do understand boundaries. Unlike some very demanding omegas whomake me go clear across town to rescue them from moving toilets.”
Wade relaxed as he giggled and finallymoved toward the coffee pot. “We’d always gotten together on a regular basis,but once Matthew died, it changed. I…I wasn’t in a good place at the beginning,so they took turns staying with me.”
He was clearly the captain ofunderstatements.
For a long time we hadn’t been sure whatWade would do if we left him alone, so we’d made sure that he was never alone.If that meant cuddling him while he cried in his sleep, then so be it.
As Wade turned toward the coffee pot,Tristan raised one eyebrow. I mouthed silentlyit was badand he nodded.He seemed to force himself to relax. “That’s understandable.”
“But now he’s just horny and I keep himfrom killing himself by jerking off all night.” I thought I was funny and sodid Tristan by his laughter, but Wade turned a delightful shade of purple.
When he could finally breathe, he shook hishead. “Dakota.”
“What? It’s true. I’m saving your penis bymaking you behave.” I gave Tristan a dry look as he brought the food to thetable and sat down. “He really is a horny drunk.”
Fighting back more giggles, Tristan nodded.“I got that impression from last night.”
“You’re both terrible.” Wade’s gaze keptjumping back and forth between us and he sighed. “Just terrible.”
I finally laughed. “You sound like I’m fiveand you just heard me say ‘shit’ for the first time.”
Tristan laughed so hard he had to put hiscoffee down. Ignoring him, I focused on Wade who was bringing butter over tothe table. “He’s not going to think any less of either of us no matter what. Sostop worrying.”
Wade peeked over to Tristan who was stillsmiling but nodded sincerely. “I will certainly not blame anyone for findingpeace and I will not shame anyone for what they do in their bedroom or livingroom or pool, from what I hear.”
