I woke in a tangle of limbs. That wasn’t unusual; Dusty was a sprawler. But the body in my arms was smaller, more delicate, unfamiliar. But the fresh sage and rose scent reminded me who I was holding before he opened his eyes. The first thing I did was press my wrist to Josiah’s forehead. The heat fever had passed. Did that mean that Josiah was pregnant? Maybe. Maybe not. If I recalled correctly, the doctor had warned that Josiah’s next few heats could be abnormally long or short.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Last night hadn’t been just about making a baby. We’d danced around the topic, but I felt as if we were on the verge of something more.

I slid out of bed, making sure to tuck the sheets tightly around Josiah’s body. The poor omega had barely had more than a few bites before things had gotten out of hand last night. First things first. Coffee, and food.

I sighed when I saw the state of the dining room table. In our heat distraction, we’d completely forgotten about the Chinese, and now it was no good. I took a moment to start boiling water, but focused on throwing away the ruined food first and starting the dishwasher.

I grabbed a bed tray and placed two mugs on it along with the French press. As much as it hurt my soul, I even went so far as to make Dusty a cup of his nasty instant dishwater with cream and sugar. But I put the sugar in first. I wasn’t about to go savage, even for my husband.

I would have liked to make a full breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, but limited myself to fresh fruit for now. Even though it was late in the morning for me, it was still a couple hours before Dusty’s normal wake-up time. At least, what had been his normal wake-up time before he started taking Samantha to school.

I was surprised to find how empty the morning felt without the little girl talking my ear off first thing in the morning. I had thought, when we’d first invited the two to stay with us, that I would have had trouble adjusting to sharing my mornings, but now that I noticed the silence, it felt lonely.

I carried the tray upstairs and was surprised to find both Dusty and Josiah awake. Not exactly alert, but awake.

Josiah smiled shyly, and pushed up to a sitting position, moving out of Dusty’s arms. I kept my concern about his shyness to myself. If this was going to work between the three of us, Josiah couldn’t feel as if he were taking something that wasn’t freely given from both of us. But it would be a learning process. I had to remind myself that just because I knew exactly what I wanted and intended, it didn’t mean that everyone else could read my mind.

“Fruit or coffee first?”

Josiah looked conflicted, so I placed the tray over his legs. “You get both.” I handed Dusty his mug, and he blinked his bleary eyes a bit, smiling as if he’d just been handed something fucking awesome. As if that weak-ass fake-pod shit would ever be awesome.

“You made me my coffee?”

I pressed the filter down in the French press. “This is a one-time deal. Don’t get used to it.”

Dusty skootched up to drink his coffee.

“You better eat some fruit, too,” I warned. “It’s good for physical recovery.”

Josiah blushed, and I leaned over to kiss his cheek. Dusty followed suit with a satisfied smile.

With the tray blocking cuddling access to Josiah, I took my mug around to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to Dusty. Besides, Dusty was better at reading people’s mental states. Until I had a chance to talk with my husband, I didn’t want to put any pressure on Josiah. I didn’t want to ignore him, either.

Emotions were fucking confusing.

“So what is on the agenda for today?” I asked.

Dusty groaned. “Does every day require an agenda?”

I shifted uncomfortably. I knew the correct answer was no, every day didn’t require an agenda, but until I knew exactly where they stood with Josiah, in the harsh, clear light of day, I needed the comfort of parameters.

“Well,” Josiah said. “Mrs. St. John said to expect them back around ten this morning. Maybe we could do brunch? Unless they’ve already had a brunch.” His lips twitched back and forth with uncertainty.

“Even if they have, I’m sure Samantha wouldn’t say no to blueberry waffles.” Richard smiled. In some things, the girl was entirely too predictable.

Josiah smiled back. “That’s true.”

Dusty downed the last few sips of his coffee. “Well, I’m going to go take a shower if we are going to get going this early.” I snorted at his idea of early. He crawled over my legs and cast an inviting look over his shoulder as he paraded his naked ass across the floor. “If anyone would like to join, I won’t say no.”

One glance at Josiah told me he was interested, but uncertain. I lifted the tray off the bed and set it on the floor then held my hand out as if asking for a dance. After a moment, Josiah took it, and I pulled him to his feet. The bedding fell to the floor, revealing his naked body. His eyes fell, but I lifted his chin with a finger and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Dusty is waiting.”

I shoved off the pajama pants I’d put on to go downstairs and threw them in the hamper. Dusty had already jumped in the shower and was pulling Josiah in with him. I’d thought Dusty had been crazy to insist on such a large shower when we’d renovated about five years ago, but we had made ample use of its space in that time, and it could easily hold all three of us.

Dusty pushed Josiah under the spray of water and padded over to kiss me. His body was warm from the water and he shivered at my touch. “Better warm yourself up before I let you touch me again.”

I slapped his ass as he darted away. I took another moment to enjoy the sight of the water cascading down Josiah’s defined chest, turning his happy trail into more of a happy arrow. The dark hair against his pale skin was enticing. Dusty, shivering, nudged Josiah out of the water, prompting a laugh from the younger man. I grabbed a bottle of body wash as I stepped in and poured a generous amount into my hands, pressing a kiss to Josiah’s forehead before turning him so that I could massage his back. With the way my body was aching from last night’s activities, I could only imagine how he must be feeling.

Dusty grabbed the bottle to start doing the same to Josiah’s front, but the omega snatched the bottle out of his hands. “You guys did so much for me last night. Let me return the favor.” He circled his finger and Dusty turned around. Josiah dug into the muscles of Dusty’s back, making him groan.

“You know,” Dusty said as Josiah kneaded his shoulder blades, “last night wasn’t just about your heat. We want to make sure you know that.”

Josiah’s muscles tensed under my hands, and I hoped Dusty would keep going. I attacked the tightness, forcing Josiah to let it go.

“Rich and I are just as happily married today as we were two weeks ago, or two months ago. Probably happier than two years ago.”

“Definitely happier than two years ago,” I said. “That was when you had an obsession with Cheetos.”

Josiah snorted.

“We’re okay with things changing between all of us, but we want those to be positive changes. You are a strong, loyal, kind man. Not many young men would have stepped up to care for their sister they way you have. And don’t say it’s what anyone would have done. It’s what anyone should have done, but few would do. You can’t just shrug off that strength of character.”

“I—”

Dusty turned to face Josiah. “You’re only allowed to finish that sentence if it’s along the lines of, ‘I accept the things you say as truth, Dusty.’”

“How about if I just keep my mouth shut?” Josiah asked.

Dusty wiggled his eyebrows. “That works, too. Let me know if I can help with that.”

Josiah’s muscles tensed under my hands again.

“What is it, little one?”

“I just... never mind.”

I stopped massaging and turned Josiah around so we could both see his face. “No, if you have something to tell us, or ask us, we want you to feel free. About anything.”

Josiah’s eyes darted between Dusty’s and mine.

“I’d like... Would it be okay... Can I try something?”

Dusty took Josiah’s hand and I laid mine on Josiah’s cheek. “You need to say the words, little one.”

Josiah heaved a sigh. “Can I suck one of you off?”

Dusty and I exchanged heated glances.

“Absofuckinglutely,” Dusty answered.

I stepped behind Dusty and kissed his shoulder. “It makes more sense for it to be Dusty again. We can work on” —I pressed my finger against Josiah’s mouth as Dusty pulled him close— “training you up to mine.” Josiah wrapped his pretty lips around my finger and teased me with his tongue. I gripped Dusty’s hip hard with my other hand before sliding my finger out. “Now... on your knees. I will guide you.”

I ran my hands up Dusty’s sides and chest, pausing to tweak his nipples. Dusty sighed, leaning back against me, his cock standing out tall and proud while Josiah eyed it with a hunger driven by his own want, not his body’s needs.

“Start with your hand,” I suggested. “We all have a lot of experience with a cock in our hand, but it’s different when it’s not your own. Think about how you like to stroke your own cock and wrap your fingers around it like that. Try a couple positions. Figure out what works for you.”

After a minute of shifting his hand around, stroking up and down Dusty’s cock, Josiah looked back up at me for instruction. “Take him into your mouth gently, and be careful of your teeth. Don’t try to swallow the full length at once; you’ll gag yourself. Just explore with your lips and your tongue, and when you feel ready, go deeper. Don’t feel like there’s any wrong or right depth.”

I rested my hands on Dusty’s hips again, content to simply watch Josiah’s initial explorations. This was a privilege, observing and directing his first touches. I was almost jealous I hadn’t had someone to do the same for me. My first time had been fumbling in the back seat of a car, both of us too inexperienced to know much more than that any hand on our cocks that wasn’t our own was hot. Hell, there had been years between my first hand job and my first blow job. Sure, Josiah was older, but he was certainly getting a crash course in man lovin’.

“Do you see how pretty he looks with those pretty pink lips stretched around your cock, Dusty?” Dusty moaned his agreement. “Just think about how decadent he’ll look when that tight mouth is stretched wide over my cock.”

“Fuck, Rich.” Dusty’s hips twitched involuntarily, and Josiah’s eyes widened at the sudden pressure, but his eyelids fluttered, and it encouraged him to start bobbing his head up and down Dusty’s cock.

“Now, the shower is helping us out here, but it’s always good to keep in mind that wetter is better.” Speaking of wet, Josiah’s little movements were making Dusty’s wet ass rub against my cock, which was achingly hard from watching Josiah pleasure Dusty.

“Mmm, can you imagine me in your ass right now, babe? Josiah’s hot, tight mouth sucking your cock. My big, thick dick fucking your ass.” I grabbed his pecs, squeezing his nipples as I pulled him tight against me and rutted against him.”

“Please?” Dusty begged.

Josiah pulled back long enough to say, “Yes, please?”

Both my men were right there with me in my fantasy. “Someday. But not until we know you can handle your cock, Josiah. I don’t know if I can fuck anyway but fast and hard knowing you’re going to suck down every last drop of Dusty’s cum when I knot his ass, which means you’ll have to handle deep and hard. But we’ll work up to it, little one.” I reached forward to grip his hair and push him back down on Dusty. “Do you think you can do that this time?”

“What?”

“Swallow every last drop of Dusty’s seed?”

Josiah sucked Dusty deep instead of answering me, and started bobbing up and down like a man on a mission. Fuck. I needed at least some relief. I grabbed the body wash again and soaped up my cock then slid it between Dusty’s thighs. I moved slowly, Dusty groaning as I grazed over his perineum, my sensitive tip just touching his balls. I hadn’t been lying to Josiah about my need to take Dusty hard and fast right now, so it took all of my concentration to thrust slowly, keeping Dusty’s body as still as possible for Josiah.

“Cup his balls,” I growled. “Caress them. Tease them.” Josiah’s fingers brushed against my cock as he fondled Dusty’s balls. “You can even tug on them, but gently.”

Dusty had always been a moaner, and he was in rare form as I pinched his nipples and thrust slowly in and out of the press of his thighs, Josiah quickly growing confident about how to use his mouth.

“It’s too much—I’m gonna—”

I licked my way up the side of his neck. “It’s okay, babe, we’ve got you. Josiah’s going to swallow every last drop of your release. Make sure not a molecule is wasted. Can’t you see how hungry he is for it? He’s sucking your dick like a straw, babe. Aren’t you going to be good and give him what he wants? Come on, Dusty. Let it go. Come for Josiah.”

“Ah!” Dusty’s entire body spasmed, and Josiah almost lost his grip, but he was determined to prove he could swallow every last drop. Fucking hot. I lost my own load as I thrust into the tight pressure of Dusty’s locked thighs, a few spurts somehow managing to hit Josiah in the chest. As Dusty and I fell back against the shower wall, Josiah looked at us with a curious expression, then crawled forward to lick my spattered cum, his tongue caressing the soft mushroom tip of my cock peeking out between Dusty’s thighs. Dusty and I shuddered with overstimulated pleasure at the same time.

“If you’ll give us just one moment, little one, we’ll be able to take care of you, too.”

“I’m fine.”

I shook my head. “This is a partnership. It’s only fair you get to come, too.”

Josiah looked down sheepishly. “Um... too late...”

A strand of his own cum still dripped down the side of his cock. I pushed off the wall and waited for Dusty to gain his feet, then pulled Josiah up. I wrapped my hand around his cock, gathering his cum, and then stuck a finger in my mouth to taste it. “Is all omega cum this sweet,” I asked Dusty with wide eyes. “You never told me what I was missing out on.”

Dusty leaned forward to lick another one of my fingers. “Nope, that’s just our Josiah.”

Josiah blushed, and we pulled him in for a kiss each, then kissed each other.

“Let’s finish up actually showering, and then we can go get Sam,” I said.