Page 26 of High Achiever
“Because I told him he wasn’t allowed to leave before you woke up.”
Of course. Ryder had been a bossy asshole during Ash’s heat, hadn’t he? Pulling top-dog alpha moves all over the place.
It had been hot as hell, of course. Especially the way Spencer had let him do it, so eager to please he’d have been wagging his tail if he’d had one.
“You kissed him,” Ash said now. He could remember it clearly, as well as the hot flash of possessive rage that had made him push Ryder away. Damn, heats were weird.
“Well,” Ryder countered, “you did a lot more than kiss him.”
Ash choked on air. He couldn’t think about that right now. Uh-uh. No way. He couldn’t think about Spencer’s thick cock in his mouth, his hard knot filling him up, his soft lips sucking Ash down. Just like he couldn’t think about Ryder pounding into him so hard and so perfectly Ash had almost broken into tears from the pleasure.
No. Ash needed to focus on the present. He’d had a sense yesterday, right when his heat had started. A sense of things clicking into place. Big things. Maybe permanent things. He needed a clear head if he wasn’t going to fuck it all up.
“I’m hungry,” he announced.
Ryder turned off the water, gesturing for Ash to head out the shower door. “Then let’s go see what your little crush has made us for breakfast.”
The crushin question was making pancakes, apparently.
He was also prancing around shirtless in their tiny kitchen, wearing joggers that were very clearly theonlything covering his lower half. Of course Spencer would go commando.
Ash’s mouth watered, even though he was so spent his dick couldn’t have filled even if Spencer had dropped to his knees and stuck his pierced tongue out in offering.
Or maybe it was the scent of frying pancake batter that was getting Ash’s saliva going. Who could say? It smelled fucking good; he knew that much.
Spencer whirled in place as soon as he heard them, beaming at their arrival. “My dudes!” he cried. “I’m making pancakes. You don’t have any bacon, which is, like … why? But you’ve got the good kind of syrup, so that’s dope. I make damn good pancakes.I mean, they fuck with my macros, but this is a special occasion, you know?”
That was a lot to respond to. As was the fact that Spencer had an unconcerned air about him that suggested they’d just spent the night playing video games, not banging each other’s brains out.
How was he so damn unaffected?
Ash said the only thing he could think of in response. “Coffee?”
Spencer made a face, and Ryder shuffled to the coffee maker. “I’ve got it.” He gave Ash a look. “Like he said, special occasion.”
At least he wasn’t going to withhold the caffeine.
Spencer stayed where he was, back to grinning at Ash as he stood there, spatula in hand. How someone could look so hot and so dorky at the same time was a mystery.
Ash waited him out, and Spencer eventually waved the spatula in what seemed to be a celebratory gesture. “Spitfire, you did it! First heat totally conquered. You were the perfect?—”
“Uh-uh,” Ash interrupted, pointing an accusatory finger at Spencer’s defined chest. “If you spout any of that ‘perfect little omega’ shit outside of a heat, I swear to god I’ll twist your nut sack so hard it rips right the fuck off.”
Spencer blanched, his grin immediately dropping. He turned wide, horrified eyes to Ryder. “Dude. What the fuck?”
Ryder only slapped a hand to Spencer’s shoulder, giving him a little shake. “Ash always wakes up cranky.”
“Duly fucking noted.” Spencer laughed, turning back to the stove. “Damn, spitfire. My testicles retreated all the way back inside my body. They’re scared of you now.”
Ash scoffed. He could have said a little something about that damn nickname, too, but he decided to leave it. He was just laying down the law, not trying to scare Spencer off completely.
Also, it maybe wasn’t the worst he’d ever heard.
Things started looking up when Ash finally had a tower of pancakes stacked all the way to his chin in front of him, each one of them perfectly light and fluffy. He smothered that shit in maple syrup, using practically the whole bottle. Ryder was usually the one with the sweet tooth, but maybe postheat sugar cravings were a thing.
Ash lost himself in the pleasure of refueling his calorie-deprived body, noting that the alphas packed away their share as well.
And then it was just the three of them at their dinky kitchen table, staring at one another over empty plates. Even Spencer seemed to have finally succumbed to the awkwardness.
