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Chapter 1: Gardner and Ingle’s Second Time

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The second time was no easier than the first, because Ingle still didn’t know how to ask for it. Will you hold me down and fuck me? seemed like he was putting himself below Gardner, and that… wasn’t something he wanted.

They were freshly back from the soccer championships, Ingle and Landon gradually staying longer and longer in Gardner’s mansion, sleeping in Gardner’s bed with Landon between them. Ingle loved it. He loved rolling around in Gardner’s cedar scent, he loved having their omega tucked safely between them, Landon so pliant in his arms.

But the more he watched Gardner holding Landon down, filing his ass, the more he remembered that night in the hotel room, Gardner shoving him down against the bed, pinning him and taking him like he had every right to.

I’m twisted for wanting that, Ingle told himself. He’s not going to want it again.

He watched Gardner withdraw from Landon several times over the next week, sneaking glances at that wet length, trying to ignore the flutter of envy.

“Evan,” Gardner said one day, making Ingle’s stomach flip.

“What?” Ingle grumbled, still unable to look him in the eye.

“You want something.”

Heat crept up Ingle’s neck. Did Gardner know? “I want many things.”

Gardner huffed. “Can’t make yourself say it?”

Ingle flushed outright and turned away to try and hide his face.

Gardner strode up behind him. Then he slipped his arm around Ingle’s waist and yanked him flush against his chest, and electricity shot through Ingle’s entire body.

He spun out of Gardner’s grip, his breath stuck in his throat. “What was that?”

Gardner smirked. “Do you need another sparring match?”

Ingle’s blood surged between his legs. We’re doing it again. “Y-yeah. I want a rematch.”

He lunged at Gardner; Gardner let him get in two almost-hits. Ingle thought maybe that alpha was letting him get lucky. Then Gardner moved, and Ingle found himself flipping forward, crashing back-down against the bed, staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out how he’d gotten here.

Gardner loomed over him; Ingle scrambled to his knees. Before he could think, Gardner grabbed his hair, yanking Ingle forward to shove Ingle’s face straight against his bulge.

Oh, fuck. Ingle panted, rubbing his face against that growing thickness. “That was one hell of a lead-in to get to this point,” he muttered, but he couldn’t help filling his lungs with Gardner’s musk and cedar. “You could’ve just asked.”

“Would you have dropped to your knees?”

“No,” Ingle admitted.

With his fingers still in Ingle’s hair, Gardner unbuckled his belt. Then he got his pants open, and thrust his bare cock against Ingle’s face.

Ingle tore himself away, completely hard now, his pulse throbbing between his legs. He tried not to stare at Gardner’s cock, but it was so close. And Gardner didn’t seem to be saving it for Landon tonight.

“Eyes up here,” Gardner murmured.

“Fuck off.” Ingle climbed off the bed, trying to figure out his next move. Except Gardner hooked an arm around his neck and dragged him back onto the bed, pinning him flat against the mattress with his entire weight, his cock digging into the back of Ingle’s pants. “Fuck!”

“I’ll take your ass tonight,” Gardner breathed, his lips caressing Ingle’s ear in a hot slide. “You’ll open for me, Evan, and you will love every inch.”

Ingle leaked precome through his pants. “I won’t fucking—”

He bucked against Gardner, grinding hard against that thickness just to feel it on him. Gardner huffed a laugh. And he pressed down with his hips, thrusting his cock against Ingle’s crack, a second before he yanked down the back of Ingle’s sweatpants and crammed his cock between Ingle’s cheeks.

Air punched out of his lungs. Ingle struggled in a feint to get Gardner off—in reality, all he needed was the slide of their bodies together.

Gardner ripped off Ingle’s shirt. Then he got rid of his own, and the feel of his skin was exquisite on Ingle’s back.

The bedroom door opened quietly. Landon slipped in and froze, his eyes growing wide.

“Just in time, Landon,” Gardner murmured. “I wouldn’t advise climbing onto the bed right now. Evan is… behaving wildly.”

“I’ll show you ‘behaving wildly’,” Ingle hissed, jerking his elbow back in an attempt to hit Gardner.

Like he’d anticipated, Gardner moved sideways; Ingle threw him off and shrugged off his pants.

“For better mobility,” he said.

Totally not because it’d let him open his legs wider.

Gardner chuckled, though. Then his pants came off, and before Ingle knew it, Gardner was lunging at him, slamming him down against the bed, restraining Ingle’s arms behind his back with one hand.

With his other hand, Gardner grasped Ingle’s asscheek and pried it open, exposing his hole. He spat onto it; the wetness landed on his cheek and slid into his crack, and he thrust his thick length hard against Ingle’s entrance.

Landon moaned. When Ingle looked over, Landon had his hand in his pants, his arm working vigorously.

Well, if Ingle was going to debase himself like this, at least Landon was also enjoying it.

Something plastic snapped. Before Ingle knew what was going on, Gardner had crammed the pointed nozzle of a lube bottle into his hole, squeezing half the bottle inside.

His cock grew rock-hard, his body clenching. “You fucking—”

He bucked; Gardner laughed and pinned him harder than before. “You do need a lesson.”

Ingle reared up to knock him back. Gardner shoved him down against the mattress. Then he crammed two fingers straight into Ingle’s hole, and Ingle arched off the bed, his cock pulsing, his body clenching around his alpha.

Gardner groaned. “That’s tight. With the lube, he’s as wet as you, Landon.”

Landon moaned and crept closer, his pupils dilated, a wet spot on his pants.

It felt crazy good when Gardner hooked his fingers against Ingle’s prostate. Ingle jerked against him, and again when Gardner kept working that spot, over and over so his entire body shuddered, and he came hard into the sheets. “Fuck!”

“Done already?” Gardner murmured.

Except he pushed a third finger in, then a fourth.

Fuck, Ingle was hard again, thinking about that monster between Gardner’s legs. Gardner thrust his fingers roughly a few times. Then he pulled out, and the blunt tip forced its way in, stretching Ingle like nothing else did. Ingle jerked and shuddered, taking him inch by inch, his entire body pulsing at that intimate touch.

“Tight,” Gardner groaned, before holding him down by the hair, and slamming the rest of his cock inside.

A sound ripped out of Ingle’s throat. “Fuck!”

“Is he—” Landon moaned, his cock out now, his fist around it, fluid dripping from his tip. “Does he feel big?”

“Fuck. You think?” Ingle hissed.

He couldn’t look over his shoulder at Gardner. But he heard the smile in Gardner’s voice. “He feels perfect around me.”

Ingle’s ears burned. But there was no time to focus on feeling awkward when Gardner began to cram his cock inside, over and over like how hard he fucked Landon.

With each thrust, Ingle jerked forward, pleasure pounding through his body, their hips slapping together as his alpha filled him inside, a sturdy, blunt force that demanded and claimed. It felt like Gardner was using him to sate his own pleasure, but it also felt like Ingle was good enough, when Gardner’s breathing hitched, and his strokes turned uneven.

Gardner fucked him like he was trying to lay a claim; he fucked Ingle so hard that Ingle’s toes curled, and his balls ached with come.

Gardner came first, snarling, his cock growing thicker right before he unloaded jets and jets of warmth into Ingle. He held Ingle down and breathed hard; Ingle felt Gardner’s gaze on where they were joined, where his body had stretched around his alpha’s cock.

Gardner withdrew as his cock began to swell, easing his hold on Ingle. “Landon, get on the bed and present yourself.”

Landon scrambled over, shoving off his pants. White fluid dripped from his tip, but he was eager to raise his ass for Ingle. Ingle couldn’t help himself. He angled Landon’s cock toward himself, to suck off the remnants of his come. Then he mounted Landon and crammed his desperate cock into Landon’s wet hole, all the way until his knot shoved against that ring of muscle. Landon choked on his moan.

“Ready for my knot, babe?” he whispered in Landon’s ear.

Landon nodded eagerly. Ingle pulled out slightly to spread Landon’s slick around, then pushed back in, slowly, stretching Landon’s body with his knot as he eased it all inside.

Landon’s moan turned high-pitched and breathless. He clawed at the bed, lowering his chest, leaving his ass raised as he begged. “Please, please, please—”

“Fuck.” Ingle pounded in as deep as he could, grinding his knot against Landon’s prostate so hard that Landon arched. He had to shove his hand over Landon’s mouth as he screamed, coming, clenching hard around Ingle’s cock and knot. “Fuck, it feels like you’re begging for my come,” Ingle groaned, anchoring Landon to himself as he ground his knot over and over against that sweet spot so Landon thrashed beneath him, coming a third time, then a fourth. “You feel so perfect around me, babe. So ready to take my come. You’re so amazing. So beautiful.”

Landon whimpered; Gardner leaned in next to them, turning Landon’s face toward his so they could kiss, his tongue sliding into Landon’s mouth.

“Come,” Gardner growled.

Landon came again. Gardner reached down to rub his nipples; Landon writhed and clenched, so desperately that Ingle’s balls grew tight. He pinned Landon firmly beneath him, flooding him with come as pleasure crashed through his body.

“Mine,” Ingle and Gardner both growled, stroking their wrists over Landon, covering him with their scents.

They all panted together, Ingle rolling Landon onto their sides so Landon faced Gardner.

“Is it me, or does this bed smell like a fuck temple?” Ingle said.

Landon laughed. “What is a fuck temple?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. People go there to fill other people with come. It smells like sweat and musk and come and all our scents. I’m not sure washing the sheets is going to help. The smells go right through into the mattress.”

“I like this smell.” Landon buried his face in the pillows, looking so happy to be here that Ingle had to gather him close, and cuddle with him. He’d been afraid that maybe, in person, Landon would change his mind about Ingle after he’d seen Ingle bottoming for Gardner, but Landon was just as happy to snuggle back against Ingle. Relief soaked through Ingle’s body, turning his limbs loose.

“Same here,” he whispered, pressing kisses across Landon’s shoulder.

“I like it, too,” Gardner murmured.

Ingle didn’t look to see if Gardner included him in that statement. Probably not.

But that was okay. He didn’t need to know. He was in Gardner’s bed, and he had Landon in his arms. This was good enough.

Chapter 2: Zeke’s Birthday Cake

Extra scene during the book

Zeke’s fifth birthday rolled around faster than anyone expected. Ingle brought him and Landon to Ben’s Buns in downtown Meadowfall; of course Gardner had to tag along, too.

“Here, which cake do you want?” Ingle crouched next to the boy, who was staring wide-eyed at all the cakes.

“The strawberry one! But just one slice,” Zeke whispered. “Daddy says we can only have one.”

Ingle chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Remember what I told you? We’re getting you a big cake this birthday.”

“A big slice?” Zeke gasped.

Oh, that child was precious. “No, the whole cake.” Ingle moved his hands to mimic a circle.

“It’s expensive!”

“And I’m buying it for you as a present.”

Zeke stared at him, then the cake in disbelief. “A whole cake?”

“Yup.”

“Daddy! Mr. Ingle says I get a whole cake!” Zeke sounded so happy, it almost made Ingle tear up. Landon gave Ingle a warm smile and bowed his head; Ingle stole a kiss off his lips.

Then he went to the counter, where a grinning Ben had the strawberry cake boxed and ready to go; Ingle had put in his order last week after discussing it with Landon. He opened the box and crouched to show Zeke the cake with Happy birthday, Zeke! written on it in red frosting. “Look. It’s all yours. See your name on it?”

Zeke squealed, looking so happy that Ingle carefully balanced the cake box in one hand so he could hug the boy.

Gardner huffed and took the box off his hand; Ingle enveloped Zeke in a bear hug.

“Zeke,” Landon huffed. “What must you say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Ingle!”

Ingle laughed and kissed Zeke’s forehead. “You’re welcome, buddy.”

Chapter 3: Gardner and Ingle’s Third Time

Extra chapter during the book

It was easier the third time. Ingle walked loudly so Gardner knew he was approaching. When he got close enough, he wrapped his arm around that alpha from behind, grabbing him between the legs.

Gardner chuckled quietly. “Want something?”

“No.” But Ingle continued to massage the thick bulge, expecting Gardner to shove him off.

They’d been in each other’s presence a lot more by this point; Ingle had watched Gardner fuck Landon, and Gardner had watched Ingle do the same. Except Ingle always itched to have that alpha’s hands on him. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around Gardner calling him by his first name, Gardner paying for his food.

Gardner allowed Ingle to stroke him to hardness. “It’s all yours,” Gardner murmured.

Ingle blushed, relieved that he was behind Gardner so Gardner couldn’t see how those words affected him.

“Evan.”

“Yeah?”

Gardner twisted out of his arms, suddenly, and shoved Ingle chest-first against the wall, knocking his breath out. “I’ll show you how to treat an alpha,” Gardner murmured hot in his ear. And he pushed his hand down the back of Ingle’s pants, down his underwear, slipping his thick fingers between Ingle’s cheeks, all the way to his hole.

“Fuck!” Ingle twisted against him. Gardner pinned him hard, grinding his fingertips against the tight muscle.

Gardner didn’t speak. The sharp points of his teeth scraped Ingle’s neck, and he bit down. Pleasure jolted down Ingle’s body. More so when he began sucking hard, at the same time he worked a fingertip in.

“There’s no lube,” Ingle wheezed.

Gardner yanked down the back of Ingle’s pants. He pulled away for a moment. Then a familiar bottle nozzle crammed between Ingle’s cheeks, and Ingle shoved his forehead against the wall, his entire head burning.

How long had Gardner been carrying that around? Just waiting to fill him up with it?

Cool fluids flooded his insides. Gardner dropped the bottle, and three slippery fingers shoved straight into Ingle’s hole, unapologetically. “Fuck!”

“You’ll take my cock with less and less prep,” Gardner whispered in his ear. “You’ll be prepared to take every inch whenever I want you ready for me.”

He thrust roughly inside, hard and fast; Ingle turned to shove him off. Except Gardner slammed him up against the wall and pushed another finger in, overpowering him. Filling him.

Ingle grew so hard, he couldn’t think.

Gardner didn’t wait, either. He withdrew his fingers, and the blunt, slippery tip of his cock pressed against Ingle’s hole, a moment before he thrust hard, his cock cramming deep, several inches filling Ingle up at once.

Ingle’s eyes rolled back into his head. He wheezed and swung his elbow back, but Gardner held him down and thrust deeper, his thickness stretching Ingle all the way inside.

“You wanted something,” Gardner growled, his breaths uneven. “I’m giving it to you now.”

He grasped the front of Ingle’s neck and yanked him onto his cock. Then he thrust, each stroke punishingly hard, so good that Ingle had to restrain himself from shoving down onto it, his nerves singing where they joined.

Gardner paused for a moment. The next thing Ingle knew, Gardner had shoved his phone into Ingle’s hand. A call had connected.

“G-Gardner?” Landon said over the line.

“Fuck,” Ingle groaned. “He put his cock inside me.”

Landon’s breath hitched. Then he whined. “I’m not home.”

“I know. I’ll make sure you—”

Gardner slammed his entire cock into Ingle, and Ingle’s groan ripped out of him.

“Keep talking,” Gardner said.

“I fucking can’t—” His words broke up. Gardner hauled Ingle’s hips toward himself and began thrusting, deep strokes that got better when he reached around to squeeze Ingle’s cock through his pants.

“H-His hand. Around my cock,” Ingle hissed. Landon would want to know everything that went on. And it was embarrassing, describing it to him when Ingle couldn’t even look Gardner in the eye for any of it.

Landon moaned.

“He’s—” Ingle’s neck burned. “He’s touching my—my ass.”

“Where he’s stretched around me,” Gardner growled. “Stretched open around my cock. Taking every inch.”

Ingle buried his face in his arm. “Fuck off.”

Gardner laughed and thrust so hard that their hips clapped together, every single inch buried deep.

Ingle couldn’t control the sounds that came out of his mouth, when that cock pounded right against his prostate and wrenched his precome out of him. “Fuck. I’m g-gonna come.”

A hot tongue dragged up the back of his neck. “Come.”

Ingle came, his balls wrenching, his come jetting out of him. And the whole time, that alpha cock moved deep inside him, swelling right before Gardner’s breath hitched. Then Gardner groaned, burying it all inside Ingle, his come flooding Ingle’s body.

For long moments, Ingle couldn’t move. They’d just done that again, and he should be getting used to this by now, but he still wasn’t.

Something soft landed on his nape. Lips? Did he just kiss me there?

“That was good,” Gardner murmured. “Good boy.”

Then he pulled out, and Ingle hitched his pants up, fluid running down the back of his balls, down his thighs. He hurried into a spare bedroom with Gardner’s phone, his face burning. “Are you still there?”

“Did you like it?” Landon’s voice was full of warmth.

“More than I’m ever going to admit to him.”

“I think he knows.”

Ingle groaned. “No! I’d rather have you, you are amazing.”

Landon laughed. “Will you—do that with him again? When I’m there.”

A blush stained his skin. “Anything for you, babe.”

Landon pressed a kiss to the phone. “Thank you.”

Ingle sighed and ended the call. This. All of this, his embarrassment in front of Gardner—it was going to kill him.

***

The fourth time, the three of them were sitting at dinner together; Zeke was away visiting with Landon’s mom.

There was a lull in the conversation. Gardner looked Ingle in the eye. “Ask me.”

Ingle froze. He knew what Gardner meant; Landon watched them expectantly. But Ingle still couldn’t get those words out of his throat.

Instead, he stood up and passed Landon to stop in front of Gardner, sinking his fingers into Gardner’s hair to tip his head backward. Then he slanted their lips together, and pushed his tongue into Gardner’s mouth.

Gardner smiled.

Chapter 4: Ingle Tops Gardner

Extra chapter after the main story, before the epilogue*

“I’ve decided,” Ingle said one day after they were all married, and they were getting a bit of rest between the childcare. “I want to claim G today. With my cock.”

Gardner raised his eyebrows; Landon’s mouth fell open in surprise.

“Sure,” Gardner said.

Even though Gardner had told him that before, it still threw Ingle for a loop. “Really? You don’t mind?”

“Why would I?”

“Because you’re Big Daddy. You’re the one who tops me and Landon.”

“I’m not averse to you taking me,” Gardner said, still so calm that Ingle thought, I really fucking love this man. “It doesn’t make me less of an alpha. I’m giving my boy what he wants.”

Put that way… “I guess you’re right.”

“Are you doing it here?” Landon murmured, his cheeks pink.

“Let me clean up the dishes first,” Ingle said, for a bit of time to put himself together. His stomach flipped. He’d made the demand on a whim, really, but he wasn’t going to squander an opportunity when alone time with his bondmates was so precious these days.

He wiped his hands dry and returned to the dining room, where Landon was sitting in Gardner’s lap, both of them locked in a kiss. “Oh, you’re both beautiful.”

He slipped his arm between them and stole a kiss from Landon, rubbing Landon’s bulge until he squirmed and shuddered. Ingle slipped his hand into Landon’s pants, pulling out his small, hard cock so it jutted against Gardner’s abdomen, flushed and leaking. “Such a hungry little cock,” Ingle whispered, squeezing it from base to tip. Landon clutched at them both, his pupils dilated.

“Take off your shirt, G,” Ingle murmured, slipping his other hand down the back of Landon’s pants, pushing two fingers into him. Landon was wet, quivering, and he felt so good.

Gardner’s shirt came off. Ingle massaged their omega, stroking his cock so Landon came with a cry, spilling all over Gardner’s abs.

“Perfect,” he whispered in Landon’s ear. “You come so well for me.”

Landon squirmed. “But are you going to—?”

“Oh, yeah. Right now.” Ingle released Landon to rub his come into Gardner’s skin—all over his abs and pecs. “The old man will carry you upstairs.”

Gardner’s eyes flashed, his nostrils flared. “I may not give you what you want, after all.”

“Maybe I’ll have to take it from you.” What would that feel like?

Ingle unzipped his own pants, pulling out his hard cock. Then he nudged it against Gardner’s lips, groaning when Gardner closed his hot mouth around it. Gardner had a talented mouth; he’d practiced on Landon several times. Ingle panted and rocked his hips. Then he began thrusting harder, hitting the back of Gardner’s throat. Gardner grunted.

It was something else, seeing your alpha suck your cock as you fucked his face. It felt like Gardner was giving him power, and Ingle loved him for that, too.

Landon joined in, sucking on Ingle where Gardner couldn’t reach. Gardner eased up so they both shared his tip, their tongues sliding against each other and him in a lewd, intimate dance. They took turns to lick up his precome, too, feeding it to each other, and Ingle cradled their napes, feeling loved. “Right. Time for bed.”

He scooped Landon off Gardner so Gardner could stand; Gardner took Landon back from him and hauled him upstairs.

It was definitely the right choice to let Gardner handle Landon, because Gardner had to bend over the bed to set Landon down gently. Ingle’s fingers went straight between Gardner’s legs, hooking against his crack approximately where his hole was.

Gardner tensed and spun around; Ingle made sure Landon had scooted out of the way, before shoving Gardner onto the bed. Gardner landed on his back with a grunt; his eyes dark, raking over Ingle.

“Let’s face it, you’d probably have me pinned if I tried to fight you,” Ingle growled. “So I’m just gonna fuck your face.”

He straddled Gardner’s shoulders and pushed his cock back into his alpha’s mouth, pleasure hissing through him when Gardner closed his mouth around his tip, and sucked. Except those large hands went up to Ingle’s ass and pushed between his cheeks, skimming his hole.

Ingle swore, yanking himself back, grabbing Gardner’s hands. “No. I’m not yours tonight. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Gardner smiled. “Prove it.”

Then he lunged up, and Ingle had to slam him back down, grabbing Gardner under the knee to spread his legs. Just that he had to get Gardner’s pants off first—Gardner helped—and now that strong body was beneath him, completely bared, Gardner’s cock thick against his abdomen.

Ingle had seen Gardner in various states of undress by this point, he’d seen Gardner from every angle, but not this—with his legs spread, more so when Ingle grabbed him by the knees and pushed his legs apart, exposing the hole he’d gotten to kiss and lick on occasion.

Ingle licked his lips, his cock pulsing. He leaned in to nuzzle Gardner’s hard cock, licking and sucking up its underside, all the way to its tip. Gardner groaned, grasping Ingle’s hair, pushing his face down onto his cock.

Ingle humored him by sucking on his tip, teasing the sensitive slit. Then he kissed back down to Gardner’s heavy balls, and further down, to his taint and puckered hole.

Gardner sucked in a slow breath. Ingle kissed him gently there, sliding his tongue over the tight muscle so Gardner swallowed. And he looked Gardner in the eye. “I’m going to pump you full of come tonight. Knot inside you.”

Landon moaned and squirmed next to them. “Please.”

Gardner chuckled. “He’s talking to me, love.”

Landon nodded quickly; he was completely naked, his fist tight around himself, a thick toy buried inside his ass. The one with the knot, that he liked to rock on for hours. “Yes, yes.”

“Landon said it needs to happen.” Ingle grinned and grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand.

The next thing he knew, Gardner had reared up and slammed him down into the bed, knocking his knees apart, his fingers diving between Ingle’s cheeks.

Ingle planted his foot against Gardner’s chest to shove him off. “Damn you, old man.”

Gardner laughed. “It’ll get worse the more you call me that.”

When Ingle threw himself into a sitting position, Gardner pounced on him, pushing his hand between Ingle’s legs. Ingle had to cram his fingers between Gardner’s asscheeks and search out his hole, grinding down with a fingertip so he breached that tight, tight opening. “I got you.”

“Yeah?” Gardner’s slippery fingers pushed into Ingle, and Ingle’s body clenched.

“Fuck!” Ingle grabbed at the lube bottle; he squirted thick gobs of fluid all over his palm and shoved his fingers back between Gardner’s cheeks, even as his alpha curled his fingers against Ingle’s prostate, sending a shock of pleasure into his body.

Ingle lunged forward and shouldered his alpha onto the bed, grabbing Gardner’s legs, shoving them open, getting lube everywhere. He held Gardner down with one hand and smoothed his fingers down Gardner’s crack, over that entrance. As he slowly pushed in, Gardner’s gaze filled with patience, then pleasure when Ingle sank his finger in to the knuckle.

He was really hot inside. And tight, too. Ingle sank another finger in. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. To fuck you open and claim you.”

Gardner’s lips curved. “Slowly. You’re the first person I’ve had in there.”

Ingle blushed. He worked his fingers around inside his alpha, stretching him. He found Gardner’s prostate, and Gardner’s breath rushed out. So Ingle rubbed him there, over and over until Gardner’s cock grew a deep red and precome trickled out of him in a steady flow.

“About to come?” Ingle growled.

“Certainly feels like it,” Gardner panted.

Slowly, he added another finger, scissoring them to help Gardner open up inside. He added a fourth finger, and Gardner gritted his teeth, his chest heaving.

“Good?” Ingle asked.

Gardner nodded. “I think I’m ready.”

Ingle’s ears rang. He squirted way too much lube onto his own cock, emptied the rest of the bottle into Gardner, and wedged his tip against Gardner’s small hole. “Is it really going to fit?”

“You took mine.” Gardner smirked. “My knot, too.”

“You’re going to scream when I knot you,” Ingle groaned. When he pushed his tip against Gardner’s entrance, some of his precome squirted into his alpha. Gardner opened around him slowly, bit by bit until Ingle’s tip eased into him, and his breath punched out.

“Gods, fuck, you’re tight,” Ingle panted, forcing himself to go still because Gardner wasn’t used to anything like this in his body.

Gardner nodded after a while, and Ingle pushed deeper. Just enough for his cock to cram against his alpha’s prostate. Gardner’s eyes rolled back; Ingle rocked his hips over and over, shallowly. But maybe it was still too much, when Gardner clenched around him and came, thick squirts of come streaking all over his chest.

“Enough?” Ingle asked, stroking Gardner’s pulsing cock.

“Keep going.”

He really trusted Ingle. Ingle leaned in to press a deep kiss to his lips. It felt so intense when Gardner met his gaze, his body hot and tight around Ingle’s cock. Ingle sank deeper, and deeper yet, until his entire cock throbbed with pleasure and he needed to move.

“I’m going to start fucking,” Ingle panted. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Gardner nodded, his eyes hazy. Ingle began to thrust slowly into him. He was inside his alpha. And it felt good—but what felt even better was Gardner’s trust in him.

He built a rhythm, looking down so he could convince himself that this was really happening. Yeah, he’d never seen Gardner’s ass open like this before. Ingle groaned. “Fuck.”

“Harder,” Gardner said.

Ingle clapped their hips together. Gardner gritted his teeth and panted; he gripped Ingle’s arm. Ingle sank every last inch into his alpha, groaning at the way Gardner stretched around him, completely ready for his come.

Gardner’s knot had swollen, but when Ingle circled his cock with his fist, he was throbbing like he was ready to come again.

“Guess you like my cock inside you,” Ingle growled, punctuating his sentence with a thrust.

Gardner groaned. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” Ingle leaned in to bite his shoulder. Then he began to slam in hard. “I’m going to empty my load inside you. Fill you up with come to make you mine.” He thrust viciously. “Mine.” Another thrust. “Mine.”

He kept claiming Gardner, harder and harder until his own cock swelled. He tried to aim for Gardner’s prostate, at the same time he stroked Gardner’s cock. Gardner came with a curse, his body clenching, his come spurting, and Ingle lost control, slamming his cock deep as he came hard, his come ripping out through him to fill his alpha.

“That was good,” Gardner murmured, sagging back against the bed, his eyelids slipping shut. “You did good.”

Ingle’s heart fluttered. He pressed kisses to Gardner’s jaw, humbled that Gardner had let him do this. “You let me.”

“You deserve to have what you want.” Gardner smiled and ruffled his hair, then hissed when Ingle’s knot began to swell inside him.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Ingle asked worriedly. “I think there’s still time.”

“Stay in there. I’ll take it.” Gardner breathed deeply, his eyes rolling back when Ingle’s knot pushed against his prostate. “Fuck.”

“Knots feel so good,” Landon mumbled. When Ingle looked over, he found Landon swaying on his knees, his eyes glazed, his come soaking through the sheets in front of him.

“C’mon over, babe.” Ingle patted Gardner’s chest.

Landon squirmed over, his toy still knotted inside him.

“Take G’s knot,” Ingle said.

Landon looked down at Gardner, brushing his fingers through Gardner’s hair. “It’ll be intense for him. I’ll—I’ll wait until it’s completely swollen.”

Gardner pulled Landon down for a deep kiss; Landon moaned and squirmed. And Ingle eased the toy out of their omega, playing with Landon’s stretched opening.

Gardner jerked against them. Then his eyes rolled back, and his chest heaved. “Fuck.”

He was really tight inside, his body clenching around Ingle’s knot. Ingle groaned. “Yeah, that’s what it feels like when you knot me. It’s intense. Babe, my knot’s full. But let G suck you clean first.”

Landon studied Gardner in concern. Then he dropped kisses all over Gardner’s panting face and let Gardner suck his tip. Ingle reached around him to draw his foreskin away from his head; when Gardner closed his mouth around Landon’s exposed tip, Landon cried out, his entire body trembling.

“So beautiful,” Ingle whispered.

Gardner sucked on Landon until Landon came, sweat beading across his skin. Then Ingle dragged him closer, bent him over to kiss his stretched hole, and helped sink him down onto Gardner’s cock and knot. All three of them groaned.

“That looks so hot,” Ingle growled. “You stretch so easily around G. We’ve really trained your body to take us both, huh?”

Landon blushed prettily. “Is it bad if I prefer when you’re both in me?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Gardner stroked Landon’s cheek. “I like that it lets us both be intimate with you at the same time.”

“Lets us both fill you with come at the same time,” Ingle said. “Fixed that for you.”

Gardner rolled his eyes. “You are a horndog.”

“You say that like you don’t have Landon on your cock every single day.” Ingle grinned. “Letting your come drip down his thighs after you’ve fucked him loose.”

Landon turned redder, and Ingle had to trail his wrists all over his omega.

“I love seeing him claim you,” Ingle whispered in Landon’s ear. “It’s so hot.” He trailed several kisses all over Landon’s shoulders. Then he rolled his hips, and Gardner groaned. “Too big for you, G?”

“It’s just right,” Gardner muttered. But he was breathing hard, his hole fluttering around Ingle.

Landon leaned over Gardner to kiss his lips, rolling his hips onto Gardner’s knot. “It’ll feel better like this,” Landon whispered.

Gardner shuddered and tried to thrust into him; Ingle held him down. “You can’t move right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

But he sank his knot deeper, and Gardner’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck.”

So Ingle patted Landon’s ass. “He’s all yours. Rock his world.”

Landon smiled. He rode Gardner slowly, at the same time Ingle did. Eventually, they coaxed him into a third release, his entire chest red with strain, his hair matted with sweat.

He was beautiful, different from Landon but also so precious.

“Kiss him,” Ingle told Landon, dropping kisses all over Landon’s back as he leaned over.

After a long while, Ingle’s knot receded. He slid out of his alpha and flopped down next to him. “So, how was that?”

Landon shivered. “Amazing.”

Ingle grinned and kissed his thigh. “You are amazing, babe.”

Gardner quirked a smile. “I’d let you do it again.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

That really was the biggest stamp of approval. Ingle’s heart swelled. “I love you, too. You and Landon. You’re the most perfect bondmates in the world.”

Chapter 5: A Prank On Gardner

Extra chapter after the main story, after the epilogue

“Dada,” seven-year-old Athena whispered, scurrying up to Ingle. “Can we play a trick on Papa?”

Ingle raised his eyebrows. “What kind of trick?”

“We put a fart cushion in his chair!” She giggled and held up the tablet she’d borrowed from Landon. “Like that.”

She played a video of someone sitting on a cushioned chair, only to have a fart sounding loudly.

Ingle grinned. “Well, since it doesn’t hurt anyone, I don’t see why not. Are your brothers in on this as well?”

Athena glanced at Ryan and Victor, who were both watching them intently. “Yup.”

“All right. C’mon, we’ll go out and get a fart cushion. And we’ll come back and see if Papa sits on it.”

“Yay!”

“Shh, this is a top secret mission,” Ingle whispered at them. “No one say a word, okay?”

The triplets nodded eagerly, and Ingle told Landon and Zeke they were heading out.

In the front yard, Gardner looked up from fixing the sprinklers when they passed. They all waved and piled giggling into the car. Gardner narrowed his eyes suspiciously; Ingle flashed him an innocent smile and drove off.

At the magic store, they found the fart cushion.

“Can I try it?” Victor asked. He had Gardner’s mouth and cobalt eyes, and over the years, Gardner had grudgingly acknowledged that they’d done the impossible, and impregnated Landon a second time—if not a third—after his heat.

“Can we both sit on it at the same time?” Ryan asked. Ryan was the one with Ingle’s eyes and Landon’s mouth. Their sister, Athena, looked more like Landon than either of her alpha dads.

“Sure. We’ll pay and bring it back to the car,” Ingle said.

At the car, he took the cushion out of its packaging—it was almost too large for the kids. They had to work out where to sit to activate the pump, and then the rude sound filled the car. All three kids giggled. Ingle grinned.

“C’mon, you’d better get done playing soon, because we’re going home with it.”

It didn’t take long to drive home. Ingle shushed them right before they stepped out; Gardner was fixing something else in the yard. The three kids threw mischievous looks at him, which only deepened his suspicion. Ingle grinned.

In the house, Ingle crouched with the triplets in a huddle. “Where should we put the cushion?”

“On his dinner chair!” Victor said.

The cushion was a deep shade of purple, with fancy gold swirls all over it.

“Yeah, good choice,” Ingle said.

The cushion went on the chair, and the lot of them hovered between the dining room and the front windows, waiting for Gardner to come in.

“What’s going on?” Landon murmured suspiciously.

“We bought G a special cushion,” Ingle whispered. “We’re all waiting for him to sit on it.”

Landon’s eyebrows crawled up, but he smiled.

When dinnertime finally rolled around, all four kids were in their seats. Gardner and Landon were the last to the table; everyone’s eyes were on Gardner.

Gardner glanced at his chair. “What’s that?”

“It’s a present,” Ryan chirped.

“From all of you?” Gardner’s suspicion was back.

“From the triplets,” Ingle said dryly. “You can tell them if you like it.”

Gardner set down the last dish, and sat carefully in the chair.

Almost immediately, the sound filled the entire room. The kids all cracked up; Ingle grinned. Even Landon was snickering.

Gardner sighed, but he was smiling. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Ingle said. “Of course, feel free to put your butt down on it in the middle of dinner. Hopefully no one will choke.”

“We should probably save that for after dinner.” Gardner set the cushion aside, and Ingle had to whisper in Landon’s ear, “What if we put that cushion between us and hump each other? It’s gonna make a lot of fart sounds.”

“Ew,” Landon said, but he laughed. After a beat, he added, “Maybe we can do that next to Troy? In bed.”

“Deal,” Ingle said, hooking pinkies with Landon. “Tonight is going to be so much fun.”

Gardner glanced at them, only for them to give him matching smiles. He shook his head, the corners of his lips twitching.

But that was what made their family the best, though. Full of joy and laughter, and the security of his bondmates’ love. Ingle went to hug his husbands and children in turn, before joining them for dinner.

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[Outtake]

Gardner was about to fall asleep when fabric rustled, and his bondmates shuffled next to him. They fumbled a little; he saw vague shapes in the scant light from the streetlamps.

A loud fart filled the room. Evan snorted.

Then came another fart, and Landon giggled.

“C’mon, fuck me harder,” Evan whispered.

Another fart sound. Then another, and another, like a parody of sex.

Gardner snorted and turned on the light, to find Landon straddling Evan, the purple cushion between them.

“It’s hot, huh?” Evan grinned, rocking his hips up so the cushion compressed between them, and another fart sound filled the room.

Landon collapsed against him, tears streaming down his face. “Oh, gods.”

Evan continued to thrust up, compressing the cushion to release more sounds from between their bodies. “We should make a porn video where this is the sound you hear when the hips slap together,” he said. “All you have to do is put someone next to the camera bouncing on this cushion, and you don’t even have to edit the video.”

Gardner rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “That’s ridiculous.”

“C’mon, you’d try it. I wouldn’t even put you on the cushion, I’d sit on it myself. You can fuck Landon.”

“I don’t think I can keep a straight face with that sound in the background,” Landon said, giggling.

“I think G will fuck you hard enough to wipe it off your face. We’ll be fine.” Evan grinned.

Gardner sighed and pulled both of them around him. “It’s late. Time to sleep.”

“Fine.” Evan slipped the cushion between himself and Gardner, though, and the sound filled the air when he lay on top of Gardner. “Ah, that’s the sound of love.”

Landon broke down into another fit of giggles. Gardner hauled him close, too, enjoying the sound of his laughter.

“Good farting night,” Gardner growled, turning off the light.

Evan snickered. “I guess you have a sense of humor, after all.”

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