Page 44 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

The sun has barely crested the sky when the trailer rocks with the tell-tale sign of it being hooked up to the caravan. It startles me awake, and I have a minor freak-out.

Where are we going?

Jude must feel my confusion through the bond, a new development that tied us all together after Alex bonded Dexter last night. He peels one eye open.

“Tony is taking us to Florida. We’re going to attack this bullshit head-on.”

I grin. Jude isn’t just the most dominant of all of us. He’s clever and strategic. He’d have to be to run a show like this without it falling apart.

I’m one of those people who, once I’m up, I’m up for good, so I slip out of the room and go to make a pot of coffee. I have no doubt we’re going to need to drown in it over the next few days.

All the others are piled in the nest or sleeping on the floor around the bed, and I narrowly avoid tripping over Dexter on my journey to the kitchen .

Next time Alex goes into heat, we should consider renting a suite at a hotel or something. We’re going to be sick of one another when this is all said and done.

I swear as I open the cabinets and realize Alex only has instant espresso. I forgot that she only drinks café con leche.

No matter. I can adapt.

I find a gallon of milk in the fridge, pour a healthy amount into a pot, and place it on the stove to boil. After I locate a bag of sugar and a spoon, I watch the pot.

That adage about a watched pot never worried me. I don’t want to serve anyone scalded milk.

After it boils, I add a generous amount of sugar and several teaspoons of instant coffee, stirring until it reaches the perfect milky brown color. A soft sigh reaches my ears, and I turn to see my Omega leaning in the doorway, naked, her skin flushed red and her eyes bloodshot.

“Coffee?” she whimpers, stumbling to me.

It’s hard to ignore the fact that she’s fully exposed with my packmate’s cum still inside her. I can smell the cordial cherry scent of Jude even from here.

I manage to do so, and it’s an award-winning performance.

“Here you go.” I hand her my mug. “It’s a little hot.”

She shakes her head and blows on it once before taking a long sip. I didn’t expect to see her up and moving and so clear-headed this early in her heat.

Almost as if the thought triggers something inside her, she puts the cup of coffee down and nearly tackles me onto the couch.

“Beta.” Her voice is aggressive as she pulls at my shirt. I chuckle and slip it off. Her hands are immediately on my skin, touching every part of me as she purrs in delight.

I let her touch all she wants, enjoying the light tickling sensation. Eventually, touching isn’t enough for her, and she drops to her knees in front of me.

I can barely contain my groan when she rips my boxers off and pulls me into her mouth. I’m only half hard, but that changes as soon as she swallows around me. I place one hand on the back of her head, applying gentle pressure to encourage her to keep going.

“More,” she says, popping off me. “Choke me.”

My mouth falls open. It takes me a minute to recover from the shock.

“We didn’t go over boundaries,” I say softly. “And with your trauma around it-”

“Not with your hands,” she interrupts. “With your cock.”

Quinton’s laugh reaches my ears from where he stands in the doorway of the nest. “Well, if you don’t take her up on it, I sure as hell will.”

“Alex.” My voice is gentle. I don’t want to think I’m rejecting her, because I’m acutely aware that an Omega in heat is quite sensitive. “I don’t know if you’re aware enough for me to feel comfortable doing that.”

She looks up at me, her eyes surprisingly clear. “That’s why I drank the coffee.”

Sometimes, I forget that she is a doctor, with the education and research to back it up. Of course, she’d know how to force herself into a state of lucidity to discuss boundaries.

“But it won’t last long,” she reminds me. “So we’re going to need to negotiate quickly.”

It’s a rapid fire of limits.

“Anal?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“Double penetration?”

“Yes. ”

“Double vaginal penetration?”

“If we have time.”

“Spanking?”

“Always.”

“Breath play?”

“With a visual way to use as a safe word, yes.”

“Restraints?”

“Yep.”

“Toys?”

“For sure.”

“Knotting your mouth?” She wrinkles her nose. Looks like I found the limit. “Your dissent is noted. I’ll make sure the others know.”

“Okay, you two,” Quinton says, finally striding into the room. “I think that’s the bulk of it. Safewords?”

She turns and looks at him over her shoulder. “Red, yellow, green.”

He nods succinctly before walking into the kitchen and pouring a mug of coffee from the saucepan. We both stare at him as he slowly takes a sip. After a moment, he makes a shooing gesture with his hand. “Don’t let me interrupt anymore. As you were.”

I snort, unable to smother my laugh. Alex takes his request to heart, diving back onto my cock with a renewed vigor.

This time, I don’t hold back as I press onto the back of her head and fuck into her mouth.

Her fingertips dig into my thighs as her eyes tear, and I genuinely think I may pass out from how much the sight of her turns me on.

Q comes and sits beside me on the couch and hands me a mug of coffee. It’s hard to keep my cool and sip it while she works my cock, but something about the casual way we’re ignoring her seems to drive her to new levels of arousal .

“So, we’re moving, huh?” Quiton asks offhandedly. “Did Jude tell you where we were going?”

“Yeah,” I say, but it sounds strangled. “Tony is getting us to Florida.”

He hums and takes a sip of his coffee. “Smart man.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. ‘Ignoring’ her has increased her need to impress me, it seems, because she’s kneading my balls as she deepthroats me.

I nearly spill my coffee on my shirt.

My Alpha is chuckling, enjoying the way both of us are losing control while he watches on.

“Play with his ass a little, Omega,” Q says casually. “He likes that.”

She hums happily and slides a finger into her mouth alongside my cock.

When she pulls it out and circles my hole with it, I grit my teeth.

This coffee is about to get spilled all over her head if I don’t find a place to put it down.

Q takes pity on me and takes it from me, and I immediately grip the back of her head.

With both of my hands putting pressure on her head, she takes me as deep as she can, her nose pressed up against my pelvis as she slides her finger into me.

“Fuck!” I call out in a strained voice. She seems to enjoy that, because she’s fucking me with her finger as she swallows around my cock, and I’m losing my fucking mind trying to hold back from coming.

“Another one,” Q commands her. “Give him another.”

I shoot him a side eye, but he studiously avoids eye contact with me. Spit is dripping down my balls, and she has no problem getting her middle finger wet enough to slide into me. When the tips of her fingers graze my prostate, I lose it.

My cock throbs as it pulses into her mouth. She pulls out a little so some of it lands on her tongue, and I watch, slack-jawed, as her eyes roll back in pleasure at my taste.

Before she can swallow, Quinton drops to his knees next to her and slams their mouths together. Knowing that they’re sharing my cum has my cock hardening again, and I can hardly hold myself back from taking them both right here on the floor of her trailer.

Wait. Why am I holding back?

She’s pumping out pheromones that will keep us hard for as long as she needs us, so I don’t need to worry about my stamina.

I grip the back of Q’s head, slowly pushing him further into our Omega. He understands what I want and lowers her to the floor, covering her gorgeous body with his.

She sighs softly, hands gripping his bare back as he rolls his hips into hers, grinding against her through his pants. I snag his waistband and pull his pants down enough to rest below his ass. He wastes no time slamming into her up to the knot.

I reach between them, gathering some of the slick that drips from her cunt on my fingers. Quinton shivers as I place a hand between his shoulder blades and hold him down as I work a finger into his ass.

“Turnabout is fair play, Alpha,” I whisper in his ear as he clenches around me. “Now, let me stretch you out so I can fuck you into our Omega.”

I think Alex likes that idea, because a wanton sound spills from her lips. I work another finger into Q, spreading them slightly to stretch him, before sliding in a third.

It doesn’t take me long to get him ready. I gather more slick from between them and coat my cock in it before notching my head at his hole.

“Push out, my love,” I say, nipping at his ear and sliding into him. He lets out the most beautiful whimper that is echoed by our Omega, and I swear I almost lose control right there.

It takes us a moment to find a rhythm, as Quinton pushes into Alex and then onto me when he pulls out. His movements are slow and clunky, his arms shaking as he holds himself up on top of her.

I put a hand on his shoulder, stilling his movements. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” I ask.

He laughs. Like, full-on belly laughs. “I’m fine. Trying really fucking hard not to come yet.”

With confirmation that he’s okay, I push the back of his head down until he’s flat on top of Alex and fuck him into her.

Hard.

The sounds they make are music to my ears.

I slot my lips over Alex’s as I grind myself into Quinton, and she pants into my open mouth. Her arms reach around Q to claw at my back.

“I need…” she pants. “Need…”

Quinton grins broadly, pushing up on his arms and shuffling me back. “You need a knot, baby?”

She nods desperately. “Please.”

He moves up onto his knees, and I have no choice but to slide out of him.

He loops his arms under her knees and thrusts so fast that she screams. I can tell the moment his knot slides into her because she breaks, back arching up, eyes squeezing closed in an orgasm that has me pumping my cock desperately at the image of her.

Quinton continues to rut into her shallowly, and I move around him to kneel by her chest as I work my cock. Our Alpha only makes it a few minutes fucking her with his knot before he throws his head back with a shout, his fingertips turning white where he grips her legs.

My hand flies over my cock until cum splatters her chest. Our combined bakery scents make me want to start all over again, but this time, my dick doesn’t rise to the occasion.

My Omega’s eyes open sleepily, and she touches the sticky liquid, smiling before she rubs it into her skin. “My Beta,” she whispers. “I’m glad I bonded you.”

“Me too, Omega,” I say, brushing her hair from her face. “Do you know how much I love you?”

She nods. “I can feel it. Can you feel mine?”

“Every beautiful bit of it.” I place a soft kiss on her lips and sit back on my heels.

Our Alpha smiles down at her, his eyes half lidded. “Everything. You’re absolutely fucking everything, Alex Shields.” He presses his lips against her, and she sighs dreamily.

“I love you, Alpha,” she says against his mouth.

“Mmm, and I love you. What a lucky man I am to have two great love stories. Almost feels unfair to the rest of the world.” Q wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush to his chest before lying down on his side, holding her tightly against his chest.

When we make eye contact over her shoulder, I realize that I can feel every bit of both of their love and affection curling up in my chest.

And it’s the best feeling in the fucking world.