18. Jag Finds Out

18

JAG FINDS OUT

Niall didn’t reply to Jag’s text the next morning.

It was still early; Jag had just gotten in from his morning run, and he wanted to see if his omega was craving any breakfast dish in particular.

But his text sat unanswered even after his shower. Maybe Niall was sleeping in?

Jag decided to delay breakfast. He would pick off the debris in Niall’s front and back yards so Niall wouldn’t trip a second time, and after he had mowed the lawn, he would check again to see if Niall was awake.

He stepped out in his boots and sweatpants, crossing easily into Niall’s front yard where the tree branch from yesterday still sat in the grass. Jag dragged it onto his own lawn, then went back and grabbed the smaller branches so they wouldn’t get caught in his mower blades.

He was picking up some twigs along the side of Niall’s house when he heard his omega’s voice.

“The moment he’d locked his door—comma—Neo turned around. Period. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Period. He’d never visited a glory hole before. Period.” Niall’s voice was clear, sharp, in a way that said he’d been awake for a while.

Jag paused, fascinated. He knew he shouldn’t listen in; Niall had been very close-lipped about the things he wrote.

But this scene sounded a lot like what they’d done at the Wine Shack yesterday.

And ‘Neo’ sounded familiar. Where had Jag heard the name...?

“All he wanted was a taste of Konan’s cock without Konan knowing who he was. Period. So maybe he was desperate—comma—but he didn’t know how else he’d ever get this close to his alpha. Period. Paragraph break.

“A zipper rasped. Period. Neo’s throat went dry. Period. He heard the whisper of skin on skin—comma—Konan’s breathing turning loud as his arousal deepened. Period. Neo squeezed himself through his pants. Period. He was already growing wet—comma—but he’d deal with that when he got home. Period. Right now—comma—all he needed was Konan’s heavy cock on his tongue—comma—Konan thrusting deep into his mouth like he would further south. Period. Like he was trying to breed Neo—comma—fill his ass up with so much come that it would spill down Neo’s legs when he pulled out. Period. Paragraph break.”

Jag swallowed, rooted to the spot. He was hard as a rock just from listening to his omega. Niall was narrating an extremely explicit scene without any hint of nerves, as though he wrapped his mouth around those dirty words all the time.

And he was good.

“Carefully—ah, fuck.” Niall sighed gustily. “Note to self: Fill in punctuations. Carefully, Neo lowered himself to his knees in front of the glory hole. He opened his mouth, making sure it was all Konan could see of his face. Paragraph break.

“‘That’s a pretty mouth you’ve got there,’ Konan growled. ‘Gonna suck down my big cock?’ Paragraph break.

“‘Yes,’ Neo moaned. The rumble of Konan’s voice went straight to his hole. He throbbed and leaked into his panties, squirming with need. Then Konan pushed his tip through the hole, his blunt, bouncy tip sliding into Neo’s mouth, stretching him so wide that he almost came right there in his pants.”

Niall’s words turned breathy. Now that Jag was listening out for it, he heard the raggedness in Niall’s voice. The office chair squeaked.

“Fuck,” Niall said, almost to himself. The chair squeaked again. Niall cleared his throat. “Paragraph break. Konan’s cock tasted better than it did in Neo’s wildest dreams. It was salty and musky, smooth and heavy, and when it hit the back of Neo’s throat, precome shot into him like a marking.”

The more Niall wrote, the rougher his voice became. And the harder Jag grew, because he knew exactly how Niall felt, hard and needing release, but unable to see it through.

“Neo couldn’t stop moaning. He closed his mouth around Konan and sucked, trying to take his alpha deeper because this was all he’d wanted ever since he’d begun spying on Konan from his bedroom window.”

Wait. What?

“Paragraph break. Konan’s cock was so big, bigger in person than Neo had thought. The longer Neo sucked on him, the more he wanted to be pinned under his alpha, held down and bred nonstop until he’d conceived his neighbor’s baby.”

Jag blinked hard, because— What?

Neighbor alpha? Breeding? Wasn’t that... the book Hardcox was working on?

Was Niall copying Hardcox’s idea? Jag had thought Niall wasn’t that kind of person.

But something didn’t add up.

Jag pulled out his phone, opening the email Hardcox had sent him.

Llain.

Double L’s.

Like Niall.

Double L’s, because Llain was Niall spelled backwards.

Did you know? I’m working on a new book right now, inspired by the hot new alpha who has just moved in next door. And me. My crush on him.

Niall. Neo. The character who had so many scars, he was afraid of being dumped.

“Holy fuck, ” Jag whispered, wondering how the hell he was so stupid because it had been right in front of him this entire time.

Niall was Llain Hardcox.

Jag had told Niall he’d come so hard reading his books, and Niall had spluttered and blushed.

Llain had spoken about his new alpha neighbor that he couldn’t stop looking at.

Evan had said, You’re writing about him? And that should’ve been such a big clue.

Niall didn’t have all of Hardcox’s books because he was a fan; he had them because they were his own fucking books.

Jag stared at his phone some more.

Who would’ve guessed that Niall was Jag’s favorite smut author? That Niall’s words had Jag gripping his cock, panting because those books made him throb?

Niall was writing that glory hole blowjob into a book.

A book about them. In fact, he was writing it right now.

“Neo couldn’t get enough of Konan’s cock. He kissed up its length and wrapped his hands around it, squeezing so hard that Konan’s hips crashed against the glory hole. Hot come shot all over Neo’s face. Neo moaned, trying to lick up every single drop. He rubbed his wet face against Konan and licked down his length, closing his mouth around the side of Konan’s growing knot. Paragraph break.

“Konan snarled, thrusting as though he was an animal that needed to unload its come. Neo could only hang on, squeezing Konan’s knot, pushing his come-covered hand down his pants so he could cover himself with Konan’s marking. Paragraph break.

“If Konan bred him...”

“Fuck,” Jag said, his cock so hard, he thought it might burst.

Niall’s words stopped abruptly.

The office chair squeaked.

It was so quiet now that Jag heard his own heart pounding, and yet he couldn’t move.

Silently, like a ghost, Niall peeked out from the side of his window, his gaze locking onto Jag.

Niall froze, his face going pale.

Jag wet his lips. There wasn’t any point pretending not to know, when he had a massive tent in his sweatpants.

So he said, “You should’ve warned me that Bred By His Alpha Neighbor was going to be this hot.”

Niall gave a low, strangled whimper.

And he slammed the window shut so quickly, Jag was surprised it didn’t crack.

Niall skittered away, deeper into his house. There was no more writing after that.

Fuck.

“Niall,” Jag said.

It wasn’t a good idea to chase him. Instead, Jag pulled out his phone and sent a message.

It wouldn’t help to lurk outside Niall’s window, so Jag tucked his phone away and resumed picking up the forgotten tree branches.

When Niall’s front and back yards were both free of larger debris, Jag brought out his mower, methodically cutting down the tall grass on Niall’s property.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Niall’s—secret?—identity as Hardcox. All those books... They’d been written in such detail. Some included kinks that Jag had never even heard of before.

He’d imagined Hardcox to be an older omega, someone familiar with the ins and outs of sex. Definitely not a virgin.

How had Niall learned enough to write all of that?

Did he want to be fucked like the omegas he’d written?

One thing was for sure: The characters’ desire and loneliness in those books had been palpable, so aching that Jag knew they’d been born of Niall’s own need.

He wanted to pin Niall down and give him everything he ached for; he wanted to fuck Niall so hard that all his orgasms were earth-shattering.

And then he wanted to cuddle with Niall and read every single one of his books, and tell Niall all the parts he loved, because Niall deserved to be appreciated to the moon and back.

When his stomach growled, Jag sent another message.

Jag

I was waiting to see if you wanted anything special for breakfast. You have five minutes to put in your order.

Jag locked his phone and went back to mowing.

But Niall never replied at all.