Squeal: The Squeakquel (Squeakverse, #2)

by Vera Valentine

I was more than content to watch the erotic show they made together, but then Poppy locked eyes with me and her whimpers were sent in my direction. Some of the haze had abated, but that didn’t mean I was immune to the call that originally brought our bodies crashing together. I’d started into the center of the nest before I even realized I’d set the book aside. My voice was rough, a sensual growl made just for her as I crawled closer to them. “Is Seb teasing you, my little flower? Do you want his knot? I can make him give it to you if you really want it.”

Poppy’s answering cry of need tugged at my gut, bringing me quickly over to them. Seb’s playful smirk snapped into shock, then lust, as I roughly pushed him down across Poppy’s back, making them both grunt as his cheek landed between her shoulder blades. I grabbed a fistful of his pretty dark curls to hold his head down, lined my cock up up with his beautiful, pert little ass and pressed forward mercilessly.

The drawn out squeak of our balloon-like bodies sliding together was lost in Seb’s desperate moan as I slid into his tight, warm ass.

I loved them both helplessly, endlessly, and my body chased pleasure into his as he followed into hers.

Locked together as a trio for the first time, it was a little awkward maneuvering our carnal knot of limbs down to the bedding, but I managed. The entire nest smelled like the circus’ funnel cake kiosk on a busy Saturday night, and I felt more peaceful than I ever had before. It took some twisting on Poppy’s behalf, but she managed to turn and kiss Seb enough to partially deflate his knot and free herself, offering the same trick to me a moment later as she pulled a breath from my lips.

I’d risen and brought them both clean towels to tidy up a bit, forcing them both to drink some water before Poppy and Seb curled up in a cuddle and napped hard. I walked around the edge of the nest, sliding the glass doors of the balcony open to get some fresh air in the room, which was beginning to smell like an orgy in a bakery.

She steered the cart up and down brightly-lit aisles, my own fading rut urging me to always keep a hand on her back, or shoulder, with a sideways glare ready for any man that looked her way.

Poppy’s audible sigh broke through my fascination with a box that featured a bright cartoon tiger. “Seb, sweetheart, I’m not going to run off with some guy in the produce section. Stand down, soldier.” “What?” I glanced up from the sparkling-sugar photo of corn flakes, confused. She leaned closer, murmuring at my ear, a tinge of humor in her voice. “Keane’s supposed to be the grumpy one, but you’ve been looking at every man here like you want to take a potato peeler to his dick, honey.” I grinned, embarrassed, as I added the box to our slowly-filling cart. “Sorry, Red. I should be fully out of rut by tomorrow, promise. I’ll try to keep my glaring to a minimum.”

She’d just opened her mouth to say something further when a loud, heavy banging sounded at the door. She spun quickly, shoving Seb and I behind her, the door flying open before her fingers could even touch the handle.

Poppy and Mya seemed to come to a lull in their conversation, glancing at the awkward positioning of mine and Keane’s bodies on the couch. I gave a little grin and a finger wave, trying to be casual.

“Alright. So. Elephant in the room.” Poppy laughed awkwardly, coming to stand beside Ronnie, and splaying her hand across his lower back. I waited to feel something at the gesture - jealousy, anger, possessiveness - but the only thing coursing through me was eagerness to bring him closer. “So, I’m down for whatever is happening here, and unless I’m wildly misreading signals here, you’re all on board for uhm, at least getting to know-” Mid-sentence, Keane hooked his foot at the back of Ronnie’s knee, sending the redhead tilting onto the couch and on top of me, his hands landing on either side of Keane’s hips behind me. I gave into temptation and leaned up to kiss Ronnie passionately, chucking the pillow aside to bury my hands in his curls as he reached a hand into mine.

“Oh, god damn. Ok.” Poppy’s barely-audible groan of appreciation came in stereo as Keane’s erection dug into my lower back and he ground up against me happily, his lap full of Ronnie and I. I tilted Ronnie’s face away from mine, admiring his breathless blush, and Keane took the initiative to kiss him just as thoroughly over my shoulder.

Keane reached up to turn Ronnie in my arms, where Poppy leaned in to give him a third kiss, her hands sliding down his shoulders as she sighed happily into the kiss. Ronnie’s clothes abruptly vanished, and he smiled happily up at Poppy like it was perfectly normal. Well that was a neat little trick.

She kissed Ronnie sweetly, pressing breath into him the same way she did with us, slow and gentle. Sure enough, a smooth, orange shaft grew and curved against my hip, Ronnie trembling in our arms as it appeared. With sensitivity like that, I could hardly be blamed for giving it a curious stroke, could I? A high-pitched squeak, like a dog toy being squished, echoed all around us. Ronnie whimpered into Poppy’s mouth at the sensation.and a moment later, she tilted her head back with a little hiss, though there was no real upset behind it. “Dammit. I just got out of heat!” Keane chuckled behind us, giving my shoulder an affectionate squeeze, his foot still warmly locked against the back of Ronnie’s thigh. “I think we’re going to need to get those blankets back out of the wash, Seb.”