“Are you sure that was your first time?”
They were sprawled across the bed, Kieran lying half on top of Lorde, one arm flung across her body and his face pressed against her right breast. He grinned and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her warm skin. She tasted salty and sweet, like chocolate covered strawberries.
“I am pretty good aren’t I?” He chuckled. “Want to try for a world record, Sweetheart?”
She tensed underneath him and didn’t respond. Finally opening his eyes, he glanced up to see her own eyes were closed and her lips had tightened. He rolled off her and sat up. Oh God, had he done something wrong?
“Are – are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He tried to keep the panic from his voice. He hadn’t even thought – was he supposed to do something after having sex? She didn’t seem hurt, surely he would have felt her pain if she was. Then he remembered he couldn’t feel anything from her. But she didn’t look distressed. Maybe… He didn’t know what to think.
She opened her eyes and turned to face him, calm but serious. “Don’t call me that.”
Confused, he frowned. “What?”
“Don’t call me sweetheart. I hate that.”
Was she upset with him? “Okay…”
Her eyes swept down his body and he suddenly realized he was very naked. His hand twitched, wanting to grab a pillow to cover himself. Which was absurd. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, he knew he looked good. He had great genetics and he worked out. He also knew that she’d enjoyed the sex. So what.the.fuck?
“I’m not mad at you Kieran. It’s just, in my line of work, terms of endearment aren’t always used as terms of endearment.”
“Oh.” Of course. The relief that rushed through him was almost palpable.“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. But you’re okay, though? You aren’t hurt?”
“Hurt?” She laughed. “No. I’m surprised but I’m not hurt.”
He wanted to touch her, he wanted to have sex again or maybe just be with her like he was a few minutes ago, wrapped around her body, but she’d closed up and he didn’t feel welcome anymore. She was naked on a bed with him after having amazing sex with him but she was a million miles away.
Kieran spent years reading people, noticing body language, tone of voice, things they meant regardless of what was being said. So even though he couldn’t feel anything, he could tell she wanted to be alone.
“I have to be home soon. Could I use your bathroom?” He kept his voice neutral, his gaze on her face. He could be emotionless too.
She glanced up at him. “You’re a bad liar.”
“Am I?” He was an excellent liar but he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to be, not with her. Maybe he’d been wrong about her or maybe he’d fucked up so bad she was thinking she’d been wrong about him. Only she was too nice to say anything. God, he hoped he hadn’t done anything to fuck this up!
She frowned a little, her eyes tracking his, trying to read him. “Maybe not,” she said softly. She looked towards the door across from the bed. “Bathroom is through those doors.”
As he rose, she called out to him. “Kieran?”
He turned, still wary. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for tonight.” She glanced out her window. “Or morning. It really was amazing. You’re really, uh, amazing.” She sat up and smiled a little. “I’m happy you shared this with me.”
And just like that, she’d thawed. Kieran was grateful; it meant he hadn’t done something wrong. He didn’t have much experience with the whole dating thing and he liked her. A lot. He really wanted this to work out. “Thank you for being…patient?”
She laughed and got off the bed to walk over to him. “Did you still want to try for that world record, Kieran?”
He’d heard his name hundreds of thousands of times before but when she said it in that tone… His response was immediately and unequivocal. “Shower?”
“Can I ask you something?”
They were seated on the living room floor, Dre’s head resting against the couch. He looked – peaceful.
“Now that Maya is back, do you bite her? During sex, I mean?”
Dre looked over at him. “No. I want to get married first. It’s important to me that we do everything right this time.”
Dre grinned at his twin. “Why, Riley pressuring you to let him munch on your neck?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “No. He does that already. He wants me to do it to him.”
Dre sat up, serious now. “Oh, wow. That’s great Tony! Wait, you don’t want to?”
“I – I don’t know. I don’t think I can. My teeth don’t change.”
“But you’ve tried?”
“A couple of times, yes.”
“Maybe they can’t. Do they itch? Do you even have fangs?”
Dre sighed. “Have you checked to see if you have them?”
“I didn’t realize they were different…”
“Goddess, Tony! You’re supposed to be the genius. Come here, let me check.”
And that’s how Riley found them, Tony leaning back against Dre’s lap with his teeth bared and Dre’s fingers in his mouth.
Riley burst out laughing at the sight and Tony tried to get up but his twin wouldn’t let him move.
“Stay still Tony and don’t you dare bite me!”
He considered it for a second but the smile on Riley’s face made up for any embarrassment he might have felt.
Riley sat down beside them and ran a hand up Tony’s thigh, stopping midway and just resting it there.
“What are you two doing?”
“Checking for overdeveloped canines.”
“Oh. Tony doesn’t Change though. He doesn’t have any.”
Tony narrowed his eyes and started to say something but Dre tapped him against his lower lip, hard.
“I have my fingers in your mouth, next to your still impressively sharp teeth. Not a word.”
Tony sent him a look that clearly said, Let me go.
And Dre gave him one that said, No.
Resigned, he lay there and let the two most important men in his life talk over him, about him, without any input on his end.
Chuckling, Riley squeezed his leg. “I thought you didn’t like things in your mouth babe? Well, most things.”
Dre released Tony in a rush and sat back. “Oh come on! I didn’t need that visual!”
Tony wiped at his mouth but continued to lie on his brother’s legs. Enjoying his discomfort. “That’s what you get for smacking me.”
Wiping his hands on his shirt, Dre growled. “Goddess. I don’t even know where your mouth has been.”
Both Tony and Riley said, “Yes, you do,” then burst into laughter.
“You two make me sick. You kiss your kids with those mouths?”
He shoved at Tony in an effort to roll him off his legs but Tony wasn’t budging. It was nice having Riley and Dre with him, laughing. It had been a while.
“Not that I will ever understand the dynamics of being a twin but why were you looking for canines?”
Riley was softly stroking Tony’s leg and Tony leaned up to shift into his arms.
“Tony was telling me about your sexy times and asking for pointers.”
Riley pulled him closer and gave him a squeeze. “He doesn’t need any pointers.”
Tony had the absurd urge to stick his tongue out at his brother. “We were talking about my biting problem.”
Riley began petting him again, a habit he seemed to have developed fairly recently. Tony had noticed that as the girls got older and they spent more time around family, Riley became more territorial. Anyone vying for his affections made Riley nervous. They’d discussed it but it wasn’t something that would change anytime soon. It hadn’t become unbearable, yet, so Tony and everyone else just went with it.
Yeah, oh. They stared at each other silently. Tony knew how much this meant to Riley and he hated disappointing him.
“He has them.”
They both looked over at Dre.
“You have them. They just haven’t descended yet. This happened to one of the pups in my pack. He was a halfling. His mother was human.”
“Really?” Tony sat up.
“Yeah, we just had to force them down. It was fairly simple.”
“Could you do that for me?”
“Probably. I’m surprised Caleb never suggested it.”
Riley cleared his throat. “He’s the one who suggested that Tony turn now rather than wait for the Witch’s Moon.”
Dre nodded. “So he’s concerned too, then?”
“There’s something you both aren’t telling me.”
“We can talk about it later, babe. One thing at a time, okay?”
He looked from his husband to his brother. The two most important men in his life and they were asking him to trust them. Even if he doubted Riley, he would follow his twin anywhere.
“I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
“Okay.” He leaned back, into the safety of his husband’s arms. “Okay.”
Author’s note: While I write these two long Eva chapters, here’s a deleted scene from Tony’s last chapter. Continue reading
So, I had no internet the last couple of days and as I’m in the middle of writing a chapter, I had my pictures uploaded to flickr. Since I couldn’t get to them, I decided to just play with some other families while I waited to get my modem fixed.
Layla Cullen-Vazquez finally got married to the father of her three children. Apparently she couldn’t marry him because he wasn’t a werewolf…so I changed that and boom! Wedding bells were heard. Continue reading
“Connor, stop it. We’re in the middle of a store!”
“I’d kiss you in the middle of lecture if I thought I could get away with it. I can’t be around you for more than thirty minutes without kissing you.”
Rae rolled her eyes, but laughed. Public displays of affection were not her thing, but Connor had no problem letting the world know that they were now dating.
Checking her watch, she said, “It’s only been fifteen minutes.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Perfect, I get to kiss you again in another fifteen minutes.”
Rae laughed again, “Oh no buddy. The clock has been reset, you’ll have to wait the full thirty.”
When he groaned, she patted him on the shoulder. “And don’t try to be slick, I’m watching you.”
Connor grinned and took her hand, massaging the sensitive tissue between her thumb and forefinger. “I like it when you play hard to get.”
“You’re incorrigible! Let’s just go bowl.” She tried to pull away, but he just wrapped his fingers around hers until they were holding hands.
She’d never admit it, but she liked when he was affectionate in public.