With a sigh, Angus dropped his pants, then sat on the bed.
He patted his stomach. “Lay your head here, Ben.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking with me, but I did what he said and settled with the side of my face resting on his stomach muscles. In this position, his cock, which wasn’t hard at the moment, was right in my face.
“Take me in your mouth,” Angus directed.
I was afraid of gagging and barfing all over him, but, hell, he deserved it if he was going to insist that I do this while sick.
Gingerly, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
Angus grunted. “Good. Now suck a little bit, and pretty soon you’ll get what you need.”
“Angus, what the hell are you doing?” Colt asked.
“Didn’t you listen when I explained a minute ago?”
“I thought you were kidding!”
“Hell, no. This really works. David learned it from Jackson, who, I think, got it from Laura. Maddox did it for David all the time when he was pregnant with Oliver.”
“David sucked Maddox’s dick to get rid of morning sickness?” Colt asked doubtfully.
“Well, he sure didn’t suck mine. Oh! Not so enthusiastically, baby. It’s only the pre-cum that helps you—we don’t want me to shoot my load.”
When I really got to thinking about it, I was pretty sure I remembered Jackson and David saying something about this when they were carrying their babies. While Angus and Coltargued, dribbles of pre-cum began to leak into my mouth and swallowing them didn’t seem to bother my stomach. In fact, the more I drank, the less rocky my stomach felt. Maybe there was something to this.
Pulling my mouth off Angus’s cock, I said, “It’s working, Colt.”
Closing my eyes, I nudged the end of Angus’s cock back into my mouth and sucked gently, swallowing each little spurt of pre-cum that came out on the back of my tongue. Angus ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt so good, I hummed.
That made Angus groan and tighten his fingers in my hair. Not too surprisingly, I was getting sleepy. The last thing I heard was Angus say to Colt in a tortured voice, “It’s edging is what it is. Soon as he’s done, you’re gonna get me off for real. What’re you laughing at? Next time he’s nauseous, it’s your turn.”
Chapter twenty-two
Angus
The following weekend, the three of us stood in the ranch’s living room in front of the first preacher I’d found on an internet search able to come officiate with so little notice. At Ben’s request, we all wore white pants and white button-down shirts, open at the top and rolled up at the sleeves. Vases of prairie bluebells and sage buttercups decorated every surface in the room, where our closest friends had gathered to witness our vows: Maddox and David, Bertram and Trey, Carter and Jackson on Skype, Nova and Eric, Grant Cheevers, and Laura, who had surprised us by flying out and arriving that morning. Looking very pretty in a pink dress with baby’s breath in her hair, she stood between Eric and Nova.
When it came time to say our vows, I took each of my mates’ hands, feeling damn proud. The moment wasn’t anything like mine and Lucy’s nuptials, which had been fancier and had taken place in a church, but it meant just as much to me.
“After Lucy died, I didn’t think I’d ever want to share my life with someone again,” I said. Looking at Colt, I continued, “Especially not after the accident. But you bullied your way intomy heart, Colt. And then you, Ben,” I turned to him, “swept in like a fresh breeze after the rain. The three of us just made sense, and I’m happy to be your mates and now your husband. Thank you for agreeing to take my name.”
Ben’s lips trembled and he pressed them together, tears gathering in his eyes.
Colt cleared his throat. “When I was a kid, I looked up to you, Angus, and not only because you were a lot taller than me back then.”
That got a chuckle from everyone in the room.
“You were everything I thought a man should be: brave, strong, and forthright. I wanted to be you. Then I grew up and got to know you pretty well after your wife died, and I realized I no longer wanted to be you. I just wanted you.” He smiled, and I couldn’t help smiling back.
“Ben,” he said, touching Ben’s cheek, which was wet with tears. “I fully expected to lose Angus to you. But, somehow, you made room in your heart for the both of us. I hope I can live up to the way you look at me.”
Ben had to let go of our hands to wipe his tears. David handed him some tissues, and when he was finished with them, he stuffed them in his pocket, straightened his back, and rejoined our hands.
“I grew up without love. Then David and Jackson showed me what it was to have brothers. But I never thought I’d have an alpha, much less two of them.” He smiled crookedly. “How did I get so lucky?”
“We’re the lucky ones,” I said, and Colt nodded in agreement.