Talking of Trey and his dad reminded me of what Ben had mentioned to me recently. “Ben says Trey still talks to his family. Maybe he could find information for the SOS to use.”
Maddox frowned. “I didn’t realize he still talks to his family, but I guess that make sense. Yeah, that might be useful. I’ll pass it on to Carter. He’s been working pretty heavily with the SOS these days.”
David called to Maddox from somewhere in the house, sounding upset. Looking concerned, he told me he’d talk to me later and left the room. He’d told me earlier that David had been dealing with Oliver half the night, but since David tended to fret over every bump and scrape, I hadn’t thought much about it. Now, I was uneasy.
I got up and looked out the window. The sky was overcast and particularly dark to the west.
“Hey,” Colt’s voice tickled my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Something the matter?”
I told him about Oliver being sick.
“He’ll be okay. Kids get sick all the time.”
“And how many kids do you have?” I snapped, then immediately felt bad. “That was an asshole thing to say; I’m sorry.” Turning around in his arms, I kissed him softly. “Really. Forgive me?”
“Of course. But it’s not like you to worry so much. Are you sure there isn’t something else going on?”
I thought about it. “I’ve just got an ominous feeling.”
“It’s probably the drop in barometric pressure. A storm’s brewing,” Colt said.
I nodded at the sensible answer. “You’re probably right. Storms always make me feel off. Where is everybody, anyway? It’s awfully quiet around here for the crowd we’ve got right now. I know Laura’s at the Borders’, but what about the others?”
“Carter, Jackson, and Ben took the girls to look around the ranch. It’s just you and me in this part of the house.” He moved closer so our bodies aligned, and I felt his arousal against my thigh.
“You got something in mind?” Our eyes met and then we both grabbed each other by the back of the neck at the same time. Normally, it would rankle to have someone do that to me, but at that moment, all I felt was horny as hell. We kissed harshly, tongues dueling for dominance. I wanted Colt naked and began nudging him backward until we stumbled into my bedroom.
Wanting to touch skin, I ran my hands up under his shirt. The feel of Colt’s strong, muscled back against my palms made me shudder with need. Pressing my free hand to the bulge in his pants, I squeezed as I continued to kiss him.
Colt’s fingers were busy undoing my pants, and seconds later, they pooled at my ankles. Stepping out of them, I took my handsoff Colt long enough to drop my briefs, too, then freed his cock from his pants. Staring at it, long and rigidly hard between us, just an inch or so shorter than mine, I acted on instinct and took both of us between my palms and spit on the heads.
Colt moaned when I began to stroke us.
We resumed kissing, Colt pushing me backward until I fell on the bed. I toed off my shoes and my briefs came off. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around Colt’s waist, and we began rutting against each other, kissing and not letting up until first Colt and then I came with a groan.
“Oh, gods, that was good,” Colt murmured into my neck.
I could only nod.
A few minutes later, Ben walked in, slapped Colt’s bare ass, and said, “Jackson, sorry about the eyeful.”
Like a shot had rung out, both Colt and I scrambled away from each other, Colt yanking up his pants and me scanning the floor for mine, my hands over my junk.
Ben started laughing, and that’s when we realized he’d pranked us. He was alone.
“You little rascal,” Colt said, making a move toward him. Ben only pretended to try to run. Seconds later, he was in Colt’s arms and being kissed to within an inch of his life. Too tired to join in, I sat down and watched Colt bend our omega over the bed and fuck him, Ben’s cries of pleasure ringing out in the room.
The three of us had a short nap, and when we came out of our room and into the kitchen, Jackson and Carter were cooking. I was so used to seeing David do it—because he always insisted on it—that it took me a minute to work out that he wasn’t cooking because Oliver was sick.
“Any news on Ollie?” I asked.
“His fever’s pretty high,” Carter said just as a roll of thunder shook the house.
“Where are the girls?” Ben asked.
“Napping,” Jackson said. “I’m making chicken noodle soup.”
“Tell me you didn’t kill one of the chickens,” Ben said.