He leans in to whisper against my ear, his hand gripping my waist. “Yes, Omega, I said both.” He squeezes one more time as we walk out to the pool.
I clear my throat as I take the steps to climb into the pool, while Emmett just does a cannon ball in the deep end.
The water is cool against my skin; the sun is harsh today and the conflicting temperatures are soothing. I dunk my head under, refreshing my face. Kelsey is taking a long time to come back out as Emmett swims next to me. The sneaky Beta grazes my skin with his fingertips, feet, and legs under the water.
“Are you flirting with me?” I ask.
“Damn, if you have to ask, I need to do a better job.”
“I thought you were into Kelsey?”
“I’m into Kelsey, Shyla, you. Fuck, I could even be into your Alpha, but he needs to be nicer to mine first.”
“I’m really not sure what got into him last night,” I say.
“Mmm, there’s a lot on the table. The two hottest Omegas I’ve ever met, enough to make two clear-headed Alphas go feral.”
“What about you?” I ask.
“I’m a Beta,” he replies plainly.
“A hot, funny, easy-going one that anyone would be fortunate to have in their pack.” Now that we’re both in the shallow end, he keeps approaching me until my back hits the side of the pool and he traps me with his arms.
“Is that so, Omega?”
The word Omega rolls off his tongue so sensually I can feel myself gathering slick and my cock getting hard. “It is,” I say as he splashes me lightly with some water.
“Good to know,” he says, swimming away, and Kelsey comes out of the glass sliding door holding glasses of lemonade for all of us.
“You boys ready to play?” she says seductively and puts the lemonade on the counter, before she screams and jumps right into the pool.
She comes up for air, her hair wet and sticking against her neck and skin. Looking beautiful, her cheeks are flushed and she looks around. “Sorry, there was a bee.”
“You’re scared of bees?” I ask arching an eyebrow.
“No, allergic. But it got me in the pool sooner.” She smirks and goes back under the water again.
I’m so fucked.
I knew I was fucked earlier when Emmett started flirting with me, but now that we have had a few drinks, and the sun is beaming down on us, and they are both flirting with me? I’m nearly ready to whine, beg Kelsey to sit on the edge of the pool so I can taste her slick while Emmett fucks me from behind.
The more I think about it, the more merit the idea has. They are both driving me crazy. I’m not used to waiting. Usually Dom gives me everything I want or asks for on the spot. There is no teasing, just getting what I want.
Kelsey is pouring another round of vodka lemonades out of the pool, little rivets of water dripping down her bikini-clad body as she smiles at us. Suddenly there is a loud rendition of Surfin’ USA by the beach boys playing in the distance.
“Oh! Ice cream! What do you guys want?”
“Chocolate chip cookie dough,” Emmett says.
“Strawberry, if they have it,” I say.
Like a kid, Kelsey grabs her purse and runs to the front yard to catch the ice cream truck. It doesn’t take long for her to get back; she’s covered in dripping ice cream.
“Well fuck, this is not turning out well. It’s too goddamn hot.”
Emmett and I both get out of the pool and grab our cones from her. Kelsey licks the melted vanilla ice cream off of her hands and I’m already hard again. I mean, who wouldn’t be? You can imagine what melted vanilla ice cream looks like.
Emmett laughs as he watches her. “Mmm, you like licking it up, sugar?”