Page 139 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Nik

Mallory Four Months Old

Warm water laps at my skin as I stretch back in the hot tub. It’s the middle of January, but with the outdoor heaters and the water temperature turned up it isn’t bad.

Steam rises in the air, making for a tantalizing image.

Melody has her hair pulled up into a giant messy bun, looking so relaxed that I almost don’t want to ruin the moment by being a horny fucker.

Mel’s eyes pop open. She gives me a playful grin that makes my heart race while my dick throbs. She leans forward, sliding through the water toward me.

Carver whistles. I think he’s indicating he enjoys the view too, or possibly he’s giving our packmates a courtesy heads-up that it’s about to go down in the hot tub.

Mel climbs into my lap, and I say a little thank you to the universe that my brother demanded I take over The Exchange while he was away.

Mel grins as her tits try to escape the cups of her bikini. They’ve finally settled down a little, I think they got used to the breastfeeding routine, but fuck. I’m still obsessed with them, or maybe it’s just everything to do with my omega.

“Goddamn, gorgeous. Are you trying to kill me?” I ask as my hands land on her deliciously thick hips.

“Ohmigosh, you’re silly,” Mel says, grinding down on my lap.

“That bikini is doing funny shit to my brain,” Carver adds, smirking predatorily as he leans forward in his seat.

“Yup,” I agree, biting my lip. “Remember that naughty scene Oliver read out loud from your first book the other night?”

“The hot tub spit roast,” Carver says, chuckling darkly. “Oh yes, this has replayed in more than one of my dirty fantasies lately.”

“Mine too,” I agree.

“That was a four-person hot tub. This is way bigger. I’m not sure how we could make that happen logistically,” Mel says, laughing.

“Wow, I think Oliver is rubbing off on you,” Carver says, moving to slide his hands around Mel’s front.

“I’m just saying, I’m pretty sure this is like seven or eight feet across. I am not.” Mel’s head rolls back against Carver’s chest as he pulls the string around her neck, allowing the top of her bikini to fall. “Also, I feel like you missed your window. It’s winter again.”

“How about a modified spit roast?” I offer, doing the same to her bottoms.

“As long as I’m warm enough?” Mel laughs. “I guess I can manage being tag-teamed by the two of you.”

“My fucking dream girl,” Carver says, tossing her top over the edge of the hot tub. “Why don’t you sit on the wall and let Mel blow you?”

I quirk an eyebrow.

Mel smiles, shrugging a shoulder, and steam rises off her smooth skin. I push up until my ass hits the frame of the hot tub. Luckily, we’ve got a wooden walkway around the top and steps leading up to it. It’s much cooler once I’m no longer submerged in the warm water, but I’ll live.

I look at Carver, who smirks. I bet that fucker was hoping I’d get shrinkage in the cool air.

I slide my swimming trunks down and shrug. I definitely won’t be bothered by the cold once Mel’s sweet little mouth is wrapped around me.

Carver helps her position her knees on the bench and starts working some magic on her pussy. He’s got a thing for eating her out from behind, but that’s not possible at the moment. I never thought I’d wish for a smaller hot tub, but that scene Mel wrote was dirty as fuck.

“Oh yeah, gorgeous. Just like that,” I growl as Mel flicks her naughty little tongue over my cock. She teases the crown with her lips while working the underside of my shaft.

I’m thankful for the raised wooden deck we added. It’s definitely convenient at the moment. Otherwise, I might not be able to keep myself upright so easily.

Mel grins around my cock as she works her tiny little mouth farther down my length. The cold isn’t even a thought in my mind as I run my fingers over her cheek and move to pinch her nipple.

She squeaks, shaking her head. “No, I’ll leak,” she grumbles, swatting my hand away before going back to worshipping my cock.

I know she will, and that shit turns me the fuck on. I don’t know why, and I don’t focus on it because I don’t really care. It just does.

“Oh, you dirty motherfuckers,” Miller growls, stomping out onto the deck.

“They really are,” Oliver agrees, following him out.

“Them, not you, Mel,” Miller clarifies. “We love you.”

“You know the hot tub spit roast was my dream.” Oliver jabs a finger at Carver, who conveniently slides into Mel at that exact moment.

“Wow, that’s intense,” Mel whimpers around my length. “Don’t worry.” She winks at Oliver. “You two can have the next round.”

“Hell yes,” Oliver says, setting down the baby monitor before battling his way out of his T-shirt.

I chuckle because life is really goddamn good.