I was considerably more impatient to finish the after-flight checks after my last leg of flights than I used to be. Not that I wasn’t in a hurry to get home when it was just Dusty. There was just more calling me home these days. I was so eager to get out and into my car that I hadn’t realized my phone was still off until I was waiting for the shuttle to the parking lot. As soon as it was on, it started buzzing like crazy in my hand as message after message downloaded.

Oh shit. Something was wrong. I debated on whether I needed to just call Dusty instead of reading the messages, but what if he was in a situation where a call would distract him? I opened my messages. The last one said, “Can’t wait until you get home. Love you.”

Okay, if that was the last thing he sent, it couldn’t be too urgent. I took a deep breath and scrolled to the top. I was still reading when the shuttle arrived, but by the time I unlocked my car, I was on board with Dusty’s plan. Tonight was distract Josiah and make him feel like he’s home night. I texted Dusty back to tell him I’d pick up the food on the way.

“Honeys, I’m home!” I called as I opened the front door. “And I have food!” Josiah was curled up on the couch and looked up at me sheepishly. He had a pint of ice cream and a spoon in his hands.

“I may have spoiled my dinner,” he said.

“Well, spoil no more! Let’s unload this stuff in the kitchen.” I was happy to see Josiah looking better than when I had left, even with the shock of his ruined apartment.

Dusty was already in the kitchen setting out plates.

“Oh, are we going fancy tonight?” I leaned over his shoulder to give him a kiss.

“Of course! It’s a celebration. Josiah got a clean bill of health from the doctor.”

Josiah was leaning against the counter behind us, his arms crossed and his shoulders a little hunched. I turned around to pull him into a hug. He was stiff for a moment, and I realized it was the first time I had offered the young man a hug. Well, I would have to remember to give him more of them. He’d grown up too fast. He deserved a lot of hugs.

When I pulled back, his shoulders had relaxed a little. “Well, now we can put you to work.” I winked, but realized my mistake when anxiety crossed Josiah’s face.

“Oh, of course I can chip in! Dishes or laundry or whatever.”

I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I was just kidding. The only work I want to see you doing right now is demolishing this plate in front of you.” Work was so black and white, and I switched crew members so often, I really didn’t have to consider my words carefully often. Dusty and I had been together so long that when I said something dumb without thinking, he’d call me on it. But Josiah was young, and sensitive, and uncertain. I had to be more aware of that.

Dusty was going to make some crack about me growing up or getting soft when I told him, and I didn’t even care. Josiah was a hard worker—too hard. He focused so much on taking care of Sam, he didn’t take any time to care for himself. It made me want to wrap him up in a giant blanket and cuddle him, which was a new sensation for me. Maybe I wouldn’t be so terrible at this dad thing as I feared I would.

“Your mother called me while you were gone.”

“Oh, lord. What did she say?”

“You think I’m crazy enough to pick that call up? That’s like sticking your hand in a viper’s nest and expecting to not get bit.”

I sighed. I didn’t blame him. “I’ll call her back later.”

Dusty grabbed us a few beers out of the fridge. “Time to dig in.”

“Who wants chopsticks?” I asked. Josiah made a grabby hand while Dusty brandished his fork.

“I like to eat with civilized utensils, thank you very much.”

“I can’t believe I’m still hungry after eating half a thing of ice cream already,” Josiah said, digging into his noodles. I had to glance away as Josiah’s pretty lips closed around the tips of his chopsticks, trying to grab the slippery strands. Dusty caught my eyes with a knowing smirk.

It wasn’t something we’d talked about, but there was a lingering understanding that we both found Josiah attractive. It hadn’t been on our minds the past few weeks, too focused on getting him well, but several times after hanging out with the handsome omega, we’d gone home and promptly fallen on each other like horny college boys. Dusty knew it didn’t mean much for me, since I’d only ever been attracted to alphas before, but... if I had met Josiah fifteen years ago? He might have changed my mind.

Oh fuck, now Dusty was messing with me. He’d taken an egg roll and dipped it in the sauce then started licking the sauce off with exaggerated movements.

“Phew. It feels hot in here,” Josiah said, and I startled. Was he as affected by Dusty’s teasing as I was? But no, he wasn’t even looking at Dusty. “Does anyone else feel hot?”

Well, I certainly did, but it probably wasn’t from the temperature. Dusty immediately thought of Josiah’s health, though, and was on his feet, pressing his wrist to Josiah’s temple. “Hmm. You do feel a little warm. Should I go get a thermometer?”

“No,” Josiah said as Dusty’s hand left his skin. He grabbed it and pressed it against his cheek. “This is nice.”

Realization stole over my husband and I at the same time, our eyes meeting.

“Josiah,” I said slowly. “Have you been taking your heat suppressants since the miscarriage?” I hated to bring up such a traumatic event, but I didn’t know how else to ask.

Josiah’s eyes were glassy as he looked at me. “No... the doctor never said... he said my heats might be sporadic... oh shit.”

I looked at Dusty again, trying to ask him the question without making Josiah uncomfortable: should we take care of our omega? We’d been married long enough, he knew exactly what was on my mind. He cocked his head as if to ask, “Are you sure?” I nodded.

Dusty turned Josiah’s face up so he could look at him. “We don’t have long to decide how you want to handle this, Josiah.”

His eyes filled with tears. “Shit, I don’t even have an apartment to go back to. I’m sorry, Dusty, Richard. I know this is an imposition.”

“Shh. It’s not. Now, we have a couple of options. We can put you up in a hotel and see about getting you some supplies.”

Josiah looked away in embarrassment.

“Or... we can take care of you. Now, I don’t want you to feel pressured one way or the other. We won’t be hurt if you choose either option. We just want what’s best for you.”

“You’ll... take care of me? Both of you?” He jerked his head to look at me and I nodded.

“But... I don’t... You’re married. I don’t want to cause problems.”

I stood and knelt next to him, taking his hand. “It’s not a problem when we’re all on the same page. But you need to consider this, Josiah. We had planned on continuing to pursue the surrogacy with you... but if we do this, you’ll probably become pregnant the old-fashioned way. Which means that the baby will be biologically yours as well.”

Josiah froze. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I didn’t want to influence his choice one way or the other.

“I want that.”

Dusty and I shared an anticipatory smile.

“I think you should seal it with a kiss,” Dusty said.

Josiah turned to look at him but I pulled his chin toward me and pressed my lips against his. His lips were soft under mine. Yielding. Needy. So very different from Dusty’s strength and power. Not better, but delightfully different.

I pulled away and nodded to my husband, who was playing with Josiah’s hair. He took his turn, and I lightly stroked my cock through my pants. I hadn’t realized how hot it would be, seeing Dusty kiss another man. But Josiah wasn’t just any man. He was our omega.

I already realized that this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing for me. Though it had crept up on me in the shadows, Seeing Dusty kiss Josiah while I held Josiah’s hand felt so real, so right, I don’t know how I hadn’t seen it before.

My head went suddenly fuzzy, and I realized Josiah’s heat was surging. I looked around for a surface to lay him down on. Our choices were the table, full of food, or the floor, and who knew how long since that had been cleaned. Probably not since I had left four days before.

“We need to go to the bedroom,” I said. The other two men looked at me, their eyes glassy and dazed. I stood and pulled Josiah to his feet then swept him into my arms. Dusty’s hand slapped my ass as he followed behind.

Moving seemed to restore Josiah to his senses a little because he started talking. “I feel like you need to know... shit, it’s not that I have a disease or anything—”

“We know that, Josiah. The clinic wouldn’t have cleared you if you did.”

“Oh. Right. But... what I’m trying to say... oh fuck. I’m a virgin.”

I hesitated for a half second on the stairs, and then kept on.

“If that is a deal breaker for you, I understand, I can go to a hotel. I can—”

“Hush,” I commanded. “I’m simply glad that we will be able to make your first time pleasurable. Not many people get that opportunity.”

I set Josiah on his feet in our room. “Dusty? If you would undress our little one?” I caressed Josiah’s cheek and he shivered.

I started stripping the bed down to just the fitted sheet and mattress pad. I’d never had to deal with someone’s heat before, but one thing I knew from stories was that they were hot, sweaty, and dirty. I didn’t want to abandon Josiah in the middle of everything because I couldn’t stop thinking about cleaning the covers, or dirtying our duvet. I kept an eye on the other two men as I did so though. Dusty took the opportunity to kiss his way down Josiah’s chest as he unbuttoned the omega’s shirt. And after he’d pushed the shirt off his arms, he pressed his body against Josiah’s to delve in for a kiss, his hands roaming up and down Josiah’s back.

For once, I was too distracted to make sure everything was just so. I dropped the covers in the corner of the room without folding them. I paused only to strip, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. Was this the work of heat pheromones? I’d never been able to leave such a mess before in my life. I slid behind Josiah and reached around to grab Dusty’s hips then dropped my hands to Josiah’s pants and started undoing them. I slid them and his boxers to the floor in one push, feeling a sense of relief as my hard cock pressed against the crease of his bare ass. I thrust against him slowly, and Josiah broke his kiss with Dusty with a groan, pressing back into me.

“You better get naked,” I growled at Dusty. “And then on your knees.”

Josiah’s body shook.

“Do you like that?” I rumbled into his ear. “Do you want to watch that pretty omega cock of yours swallowed up by one of your alphas?”

Josiah nodded. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and placed my hand firmly on his jaw. “I expect an answer to my question, little one.”

“Y-yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Dusty was stripping his clothes off in awkward, eager haste. He left his socks on as he fell to his knees in front of Josiah.

“Now, slowly with our boy,” I cautioned, watching hungrily over Josiah’s shoulder. “It’s his first time.”

“Yes, sir.” Dusty started by licking a stripe up Josiah’s cock, from balls to tip then swirled his tongue around. Josiah was already gasping and twitching in my arms. I couldn’t believe how hot it was to be the watcher. It was nothing like porn, that was for sure. Josiah’s legs were going weak, and I hooked my arms under his to support him.

“You like that, little one?”

He gasped out a breathy yes.

“And this is only the beginning. Just imagine what other things we can do to you. Four hands. Two mouths. Two cocks. All wanting to please you. Never forget that this is about you, Josiah. You’re the center of our attention, tonight.”

Under normal circumstances, I knew he would hate that, but in the middle of his heat, he preened. Dusty was sucking Josiah’s whole cock down now. I suspected that if it hadn’t been for his heat, Josiah would have already come. Shit, when I’d been a virgin, it hadn’t taken more than someone else’s hand on my cock over clothes to make me come.

“I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” Josiah gasped.

“Don’t fight it, little one. Let go.” With my hands wrapped around his chest, I had just enough reach to push upward and pinch his nipples. It was like flicking a switch. He let out a shout, and Dusty closed his eyes, his jaw working as he swallowed Josiah’s seed. When Josiah completely collapsed in my arms, Dusty pulled back, and together we laid the omega on the bed.

Dusty caressed Josiah’s cheek. “You still with us, Siah?”

“Mmhmm.”

We lay on either side of him.

“Let’s give him a moment to recover, shall we? But lean over here and let me taste him.”

Dusty’s eyes glinted as he leaned over Josiah’s body to kiss me. I licked every remnant of Josiah’s seed out of his mouth, relishing the musky, salty taste. We pulled back at a whine to find Josiah watching us, lust in his eyes.

“Did you like that?” I asked. “Or are you jealous?”

“Not jealous,” he murmured, shaking his head.

“Then... shall we do it again?”

“Or something... more?” Dusty suggested.

Josiah nodded enthusiastically, tacking on a verbal “yes” before I could admonish him.

I let Dusty take the lead, curious to see what he had in mind. Dusty crawled off the bed and motioned for me to follow. He bent over, placing his elbows on the mattress. “Josiah should know what he’s getting into.”

“Don’t you mean, he should know what’s getting into him?” I started to open the bedside table where we kept our lube.

“I don’t think we need that,” Dusty said. “I think our omega has more than enough for us.”

It took Josiah and I both a moment to understand what he meant, but then he spread his legs and I gripped the base of my cock to keep from coming too soon. I took my time, sliding my fingers underneath Josiah, curling them as I grazed over his hole. Dusty had been right—Josiah was crazy wet. I could hardly imagine gliding into that tight, wet hole. Curious, I pressed a finger against his entrance. He arched with delight, and I had found my answer. They didn’t say “tight as a virgin” for nothing. If I was going to get my thick cock in there, it was going to take time. It would make more sense for Dusty to be his first. He was slightly longer than I was, but with less girth. A thrill of anticipation skittered up and down my skin at the image of Dusty in Josiah and me in Dusty. Not yet, though.

I slathered my cock and kissed a thank-you to Josiah’s knee. His breathing was quick and shallow. It wouldn’t be long before he was ready again. Neither Dusty or I would come right now—this was just a tease, a show.

I spread Dusty’s cheeks wide and slid right in, rough, like he liked.

“Fuck!” Dusty groaned in pleasure and I saw Josiah’s hand start to drift down to his cock. “More, Richard. More!”

I grabbed his hair and pulled back a little. “Call me Daddy.”

“Fuck me, Daddy!”