Chapter Nine
Titus
The kitchen table in Randy’s apartment was chockablock filled with flooring samples, paint swatches, and all kinds of tiles. That morning, when I’d woken up, I knew I had patients coming in, and as much as I didn’t want to leave the presence of my mates, the construction plus not being in my apartment was a little overwhelming.
“You’re looking better,” I whispered and winked at Nixon who was still nestled against Randy, who was still asleep.
“Where are you going?” His pout was beyond adorable.
I chuckled and slipped into some scrub pants and a Captain America T-shirt. The scrubs weren’t necessary in my unorthodox office, but I thought it put the patients at ease, and it made sure I didn’t get whatever bodily fluids on my regular clothes.
“I’ve got some patients coming in today. I’ll be back for lunch.”
He smooshed his lips together and moved them back and forth. “Can I come? Am I okay?”
Randy stirred and playfully bit down on Nixon’s shoulder as he woke up. “Where are all my men going, and why wasn’t I invited?”
I chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to my apartment to see patients, and our omega wants to tag along. What do you have going on today?”
This was a new, strange thing, but also comforting. When you have two new mates, communication is key, we had realized. I both needed to and wanted to check in with them in the morning, see what our day held.
“I’ve got to make some decisions on paint since Seth is starting that tomorrow. Did we come to any decisions on those?” He sat up and the sheet dropped, exposing his six-pack. He ruffled his hair before reaching out to hold my hand.
“I don’t care,” I said, honestly. “The walls could be puke green and as long as you two are there, I’m good. Seriously.”
Nixon had rolled onto his back and was tracing lazy circles on my thigh. “I like the bright ones. Blues make me sad. Greens are icky. And brown is the color of poop. That’s my opinion.”
Randy and I shared a look. It was the first time Nixon had expressed an interest. And thank goodness he did. Randy and I couldn’t even decide what we wanted for dinner.
“That was specific. Thank you, omega. You have no idea how much that helped me.” Randy picked up his iPad and typed up something, and then I heard the swoosh of the sent email. “Done and done. Bright colors for my mate. I really need to get some groceries and run some errands. Nix, if you want to go with Titus, you’re welcome to or you can come with me. Your choice, right?”
He looked to me, not only as a mate but as the health monitor for our omega. I nodded. “Yep, you’re in the green. Not all the way better, but okay to get around a bit. Your choice.”
“I’d like to see what Titus does and see his apartment.”
Well, didn’t that just make my alpha heart swell.
“You mind if I come for a little bit, too?” Randy got up and bare-assed, walked toward the bathroom.
“Of course not. My first patient doesn’t arrive for another hour. But I haven’t been home for a few days. I’m going to clean up and get some laundry done.”
Randy nodded. “Soon, we can do that all in one place, alpha. Give me three minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”
He meant it, too. Three minutes and my mate would be showered, smelling amazing, and dressed. Also, I’d noticed, he always went commando. He claimed it was a timesaver. I claimed it was sexy as fuck.
“Me, too. I’m getting dressed.” Nixon got up and stood in front of me. He’d gained a few pounds, but nothing like I wanted him to. His hives were there, but less angry. What I wouldn’t give to see him well and healthy. Right now, he seemed like a skeleton.
“Need some help?” I reached out to touch his hip.
“Maybe,” he teased, reaching down to touch my glasses. “You look incredible in the morning, alpha.”
I held my breath. It was the first time he’d called me alpha. “I do?” I choked out, both of my hands on his hips, his raging hard-on just inches from my mouth.
“Yep. Your hair is all messy, and your glasses...well, you’re like a real Captain America right here in our bed.”
The water cut off in the shower, and, in seconds, Randy was standing behind Nixon, pants on but not fully pulled up, revealing his delicious V. His hair was tousled and still dripping at the ends.
“Don’t tell me you two are playing without me.” He smiled and licked his lips.
“Nope. Not that we don’t want to. It’s just too soon. I want him to be at full strength when it’s time.”
I stood, mostly to stop myself from taking his cock into my mouth and, instead, leaned forward to kiss Nixon. He tasted like honey and cinnamon. While I did, Randy reached around and ran his hands down Nixon’s abs. Randy’s hips bucked against Nixon’s ass while mine did the same to our omega’s groin.
“I’m not…” Nixon ground out, his head tipped back while Randy worshipped the omega’s neck with his mouth.
“What?” I asked, breathless already.
“I’ve never done this.”
With that one sentence, everything stopped. Randy and I were locked in a stare.
“Omega, are you telling us you’re a virgin?” The alpha’s voice cracked like a pubescent boy.
“Yes. Sorry.” Nixon dropped his head and looked at the floor.
“Don’t be sorry for that. Ever. When the time comes, it will be our honor to take you for the first time, won’t it, Randy?”
“It will. And we’ll be gentle.”
I winked at my omega who’d lost all the color in his face. “No promises.”
Nixon looked up at me again. “Do you think...do you think I could maybe watch the two of you first?”
Now, it was Randy who went completely pale.