7
Bacon and Eggs
A s I stumble down the stairs of the new house, only wearing my new oversized Coyote Bills tee and underwear, I rub my eyes. They feel gritty and thick with sleep. I hadn't stayed up particularly late last night after dropping Sam back at the Grimes place, well, not for my standards… Specifically if I go for a run. But I had slept like the dead.
And yet, here I am, stumbling down the stairs at who knows what ungodly dawn-adjacent hour because everything smells like bacon.
The full moon is right around the corner, and my wolf is practically gnawing off the bars of her spiritual enclosure. Her golden eyes flash at me as she paces in the dark corners of my mind. Complete, proper winter will be here soon, bringing the snow and long, dark, cold nights.
I am not excited about it.
At the small landing, I see around the corner and into the kitchen, halting in my tracks.
The kitchen is occupied, of course, by Saint frying an egg.
Naked as the day he was born.
Thought erodes from my mind, my mouth going dry as I take in his form. Even my wolf stops her relentless pacing. I can't help myself as I greedily scan every inch of his body, the cut of his muscles along his ribs. The vast expanse of his back, the curve of his absolute dump truck of an ass. His muscles flex and, well… jiggle as he cooks, moving fluidly in front of the cooktop. The front of Saint is concealed by the counter, but only just.
Jay is built like a mountain—thick and strong. Saint is a few inches taller, giving him a less stacked appearance. He's fit and muscular—just not a mountain. These days, they call it a sleeper build.
Saint turns to look at me over his shoulder, gives me a bright smile, and says, "Good morning, Tiny. Want some?"
Gulping, I croak, "Sure," and attempt to push away all the dirty thoughts running rampant in my mind. Like imagining what it would be like to be between Jay and Saint again, with fewer clothes this time.
I try so very, very hard not to ogle him as I cross the threshold into the kitchen, settling across the bar from where he cooks. I do not glance down at the v of his hips and further south when he steps back to flip the egg in the pan with a flick of his wrist. There's a tattoo there. A vine, maybe?
"You're up early," I say, looking firmly back at Saint's face, fighting the rising heat to my cheeks.
"Nah, it is you, Tiny, who is up early. What gives?" Saint asks, sprinkling salt and pepper over the eggs. Bacon lays on a plate, already cooked and crispy, with toasted croissants and orange juice next to them. The blonde statue doesn't seem the least bit bothered by his nakedness or my proximity. Let alone the bacon grease splatter he must have endured below the belt.
"I think you summoned me with bacon," I answer, reaching across the island to grab a slice. I need something to do with my hands... and my mouth. The slice I've been eyeing has crisp edges that are curled at the ends. It looks perfect.
"So that's the secret to get you to eat before noon? Should have said so, Tiny." Saint says, laughing. When his green eyes return to the plate in front of him, stacking ingredients on his croissant, I can't help how my eyes flick down his body, gobbling up the sight of the v-line from his abs. Definitely a vine tattoo of some kind. He has a faint, happy trail of strawberry blonde curls. And the-
Saint's eyes are on me when I quickly divert my attention back to his face, taking a bite of my stolen bacon.
"What can I say? I'm a simple wolf," I murmur, and my face feels like it's on fire.
Saint snorts, smiles softly, and says, "Eat up. " Then he slides a breakfast sandwich over to me on a black plate, a cup of freshly squeezed vitamin C with it. He wastes no time digging into his food, groaning with pleasure as he takes the first bite. I shift in my chair.
My wolf resumes her pacing, claws clicking against my skull with each and every impatient step. I want to rub myself all over his body.
We eat without ceremony, gulping down orange juice in comfortable silence. The entire time, I try to think of a way to ask him why he's naked that doesn't make me sound dumb. And then he deposits his dishes in the sink, saying, "Thanks for eating for me, Tiny."
Don't look. Don't Look. Don't fucking look.
I repeat my little mantra to myself as he moves away from the counter, catching a glimpse of the front of him in my periphery. Then I can't help myself. As he walks away, I ogle him like he's a hunk of meat. Saint has a fucking eggplant dick, thick and long. And it's fucking tattooed. The vine tattoo I'd spied at his hip continues down to wrap around his shaft.
That makes my wolf stop pacing, if only for a heartbeat.
Saint catches me ogling him, as does Jay- emerging through the kitchen arch. Saint smiles, winks, and leaves without a word. And now, I'm absolutely positive my face is actually on fire.
Jay , on the other hand, looks amused. Pleased, almost. "Good morning, Gorgeous," my boyfriend greets, stalking towards me clad only in grey sweats—and only grey sweats. The fat imprint of Jay's cock bounces with each step he takes.
My mouth waters, pussy throbbing.
"Good morning," I answer innocently before Jay grabs me by the back of the neck and slams his mouth into mine. I gasp into the kiss, moaning when his other hand grips my hip, pulling us flush together. Jay's hard, and he makes good use of friction as he rubs against me. Heat floods my body, pooling in my center. "What's gotten into you?" I pant when he recedes a little.
"I want you-" Jay groans, kissing down my jaw, "fuck, Gorgeous, I need you." I moan in reply when he bites down on my neck, kissing away the pain.
"Take me to bed, then cowboy."
"No, right here. I need this little pussy around my cock now. Right here, right now." Jay groans, rubbing his shaft against my soaking center.
"But Saint's home-" I gasp, widening my hips and leaning back against the counter. Pleasure sparks everywhere that Jay touches.
"I don't care, Gorgeous. I need you-" Jay moans again, reaching down to caress me over top of my silky underwear. I drop my head back on the counter with a loud cry. "That's it." He croons, doing it again and again. "Can I have you, baby girl?"
"Yes-" I moan, pawing at the waistline of his sweats as he pulls my underwear to the side.
"Fuck, you're so wet already, so ready and needy," Jay murmurs as he rubs the head of his thick cock against my clit.
"All for you-" I gasp, locking my legs around his waist. His sweats lay in a heap around his ankles, my shirt pulled to my chin, baring me to him fully.
"I'm not going to be gentle, Darlin'," Jay says as I run my hands over his stomach and chest.
"I don't want you to be," I groan as he roughly pushes his cock into the hilt. He pauses, muscles bunching. "Fuck, Jay," I pant, clenching around that big cock of his. I'm wound so tight that I know Jay will be able to coax oblivion from me without effort.
"That's it, let me hear you," The command is followed up with two light slaps to my breasts, making me gasp.
"Make me scream then, Big Guy.
"Hold on, Gorgeous," Jay says, then begins pumping in and out of me with rough precision, closing his mouth over my nipple. He lifts my hips with his hands, moving me up and down, fucking me roughly against the counter. After a moment, he kicks the stool out from under me with a loud crash.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck-" I pant, my back bowing in pleasure, shoulders firmly planted on the counter. Jay's so fucking hot like this when he's demanding and controlling.
"Yeah, you want to cum already, Gorgeous?" Jay chuckles against my skin, slowing the rough thrusts of his hips enough to make me whimper in distress.
" Yes!" I mewl, locking eyes with his mercurial blue-green ones.
"Go on then. Let me see you play with that pretty pussy, baby girl." Jay orders, smirking. His eyes practically glow with the predatory nature of his wolf, tracking the movement of my hand coasting down my body to strum my clit in time with his movements.
"Fuck, Jay-" I moan, legs shaking as he fucks me, clamping his hand around my throat.
"Cum for me, Gorgeous. Let me feel it." He orders, hips snapping into me with increasing roughness.
I explode around him, crying out in ecstasy.
"Oh, that's my girl. That's my good- fucking- girl," Jay pants, his movements becoming erratic and frenzied.
Approaching footsteps bring me out of the haze of pleasure, my eyes springing open to lock on Saint just as Jay groans, burying his cock in me and tilting his face up towards the ceiling.
"Go, team ," Saint congratulates, giving Jay and me a round of applause. "You guys are fucking hot." He adds, grabbing a fistful of his hardening cock, ascending the stairs.
My mouth falls open, and then I realize that Jay is still inside me, his cock still hard, and he's still holding me up.
"How long do you think he was watching?"
"Long enough, I guess," Jay smirks, slowly pulling out of me and rocking back in. His eyes shift, and then he does it again and again, and my eyes roll back in my head. "Yeah, want me to make this pussy cum again, Gorgeous?"
I flex my hips in response, clamping down around him. "Think you can manage it?" I gasp, cupping my boobs in my palm, dropping my head back on the counter.
"Oh, I can manage it." Jay pants, withdrawing out of me entirely, then picking me up and placing me on the other stool, my ass hanging over the edge. Without hesitation, he plunges his cock back into my pussy, pulling my arms back.
I pant, moaning "fuck" softly, eyelids fluttering closed.
"That's it, Gorgeous. Milk this cock, and get every drop of cum, baby; it's all for you." Jay murmurs in my ear, biting the back of my shoulder.
"Yeah? Then give it to me. Give me that fucking cum!" I plead, feeling all my muscles clamp down on him almost involuntarily.
"You're so fucking hot, so fucking good, Artemis. So fucking good-" Jay groans, pumping into me just as release barrels through me. We stay locked together like that for a moment, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he regains his composure.
"Well, that was a nice wake-up call," I mumble, chuckling. I've been fed and thoroughly fucked, and it's barely eight am.
Jay chuckles his agreement, then sets me down, pulling me in for a bruising kiss. Jay carefully pulls my underwear back into place, circling my sensitive clit three times, making me moan softly into his mouth. Then, he asks, "Was all that okay?" I scrunch my brows together softly before he adds, "With Saint watching and everything."
I bite my lip, hesitating to answer while he pulls his sweats up.
"You can tell me, Gorgeous. You always have a say, but you can tell me no." Jay says gently, cupping my chin.
"It's… more than okay." I hedge, catching my lip between my teeth again.
"Oh, you like being watched?" Jay says, that flash of silver in his eye revealing his wolf. I nod.
"Is that all?" Jay asks, that lazy smirk back in place.
"Maybe. Maybe not." I simper, restraining my grin.
"Every fantasy, every dirty thought that goes through that pretty little head, I want to know about, Darlin'."
"Why?"
"So I can make it happen."
"Even if it involves other people?" I question without thinking. Suddenly, my face feels like it's on fire again.
" Especially then." Jay orders, leaning around me to grab a piece of bacon off the plate that remained miraculously untouched during our morning delight.
"Fair enough," I reply, stepping out from under his arm to go back upstairs to shower. Jay grabs a slice of bacon, watching me leave.
"We're not done with this conversation!" He eventually shouts after me as I ascend the stairs.
Ignoring that comment, I shout, "Are you coming?" and toss my shirt down the stairs to summon him. Jay's thundering steps are my answer.
Hours later, as I'm driving into work, I can't help but wonder what Saint's knott looks like.