50. Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

Gio

I realize when the food is done, Beth is probably going to leave soon, and I don't like the thought of that. It's barely been an hour. It's not enough.

"That was perfect," she says, with a sigh as she puts her napkin down on her clean plate.

"You think that was good, you should try the tiramisu for dessert," I try, already knowing she's going to refuse to eat another bite.

"I don't think I could manage a sip of water, never mind a spoonful of dessert," she admits.

"Well, I don't do well without a coffee after dinner, so I'll grab myself one of those from the kitchen if you don't mind sitting alone for a minute." Anything to get her to stick around for a little longer. I figure I can pretend to drink even if I'm done.

"No problem. I don't think I could move if I wanted to."

I get up and walk through to the kitchen, where I find Jack leaning against the wall, while Enzo kneels on the floor in front of him, hands on the buckle of his belt.

"Am I interrupting something?" I ask, making Jack groan.

"Don't tell me we can't," he says, giving me a pleading look.

"You can," I say as I pass by behind Enzo to grab a coffee. "But I'm trying to get Beth to stick around, so you might want to make it a quick one, because my next suggestion to her is a tour of the restaurant."

"We can be quick," Jack assures me, as he runs a hand through Enzo's hair.

My pants tighten a little at the thought of what they'll be doing back here while I try to convince our future mate to stay. Arrow's usually the one who talks someone into doing something sexy that isn't always advisable because of the circumstances. He's also the one who smooths things over if we happen to get caught. Omegas have an uncanny ability to calm people down and convince them to ignore the things that have them riled up.

Jack isn't the one to rock the boat.

Beth's presence has him excited.

He made that clear last night, when he spoke about his plan.

That streak of Alpha he has in him is in control right now.

I listen to Enzo undoing his pants while I pour my coffee.

The sight of my mate being pleasured makes my pants crushingly tight when I turn around, ready to leave the room. Jack has his head up, his eyes closed, and his fingers curled into fists in Enzo's thick, dark hair as he pumps his hips, fucking his Alpha's face.

Enzo could have been a sword swallower in another life.

He takes that long shaft of Jack's without flinching, moaning around it as he swallows every inch, taking it all the way down his damn throat.

Mio Dio. It's so sexy to watch them together like this.

I remind myself I have another mate to look after right now.

It takes a lot of willpower to walk past them this time, but I manage.

I don't want to keep Beth waiting.