Very Much Alive

Good idea. Logan began helping him, ignoring Jordan's feeble attempts to bat their hands away.

'Guys!'

'What?'

Kir sounded as distracted as he was. They were both busy staring at Jordan's exposed breasts. They gave identical happy sighs. Mmm ... no bra. Rosy, hard nipples were exposed to their delighted gazes.

'No.'

Logan blinked. No?

'No?” Kir sounded shocked.

' No.'

Logan stared at Kir. “She said no.'

'Shit.” Kir looked back down at Jordan. “Why?'

'What do you mean, why?” She pulled her shirt closed, holding the pieces together with one hand.

Logan's frown was fierce. “We want you. You want us. We plan on keeping you. I blood bonded you .

So, yeah. Why no?'

'More importantly, why yes?” Jordan stared at both of them, her brows drawn down in a frown.

It was Logan's turn to be shocked. “Why yes ?” Hadn't they done everything in their power to show her how they felt over the last week? Just dealing with her pint-sized, psychopathic sister should have gotten them brownie points galore!

She sighed. “You two are a couple. You've been together for so long I can't even begin to imagine it.

Why on earth would you bring someone else into your bed? Unless you do this kind of thing all the time?” Her frown had become ferocious. Logan could easily read the jealousy she was trying to hide.

Apparently they hadn't proven to her how they felt. “No!'

'Uh-uh. Don't be absurd.” Kir sat up, looking offended. “I haven't slept with anyone other than Logan since that day at the Thing!'

'Ditto. Other than trading ‘Logan’ for ‘Kir', that is.'

Her jaw worked as the jealousy was replaced by confusion. “Then why would you put me into bed with you two?'

Logan and Kir looked at each other and grinned. “Because we want you.'

'Because we need you.'

Kir moved to her left side and stretched out next to her. “Because we have to have you.'

Logan lay down on her right and grinned. “Because we love you.'

She gasped. “That's not possible. We've only known each other, what? Two days?'

'More like a week.'

She glared up at him. “Barring the time I was unconscious. Or drugged.'

'Damn. One of the reasons we fell in love with you was your stunning rendition of Volare .'

Logan snickered. “Kir!'

Kir winked at him, then turned back to Jordan. “Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?'

'Yes, I have, but both of you at the same time? Aren't the odds of that just a smidge on the high side of impossible, despite my stunning singing voice?” She held her hand up, thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart.

Logan snorted. “You're funny, you're brave, and you're beautiful. You're smart. You believed us when no one else did.'

'Look, flame-boy, it's kinda hard to ignore the Incredible Igniting Man, ya know?'

The South Philly twang was back in her voice. He was coming to love that accent. He felt that wicked grin cross his face as he nestled in closer to her. “Why, thank you, ma'am.” He let his hand rest on her stomach and flexed his fingers experimentally. “What else would you like to see me ignite?'

She rolled her eyes and turned to Kir. “Seriously. How do you put up with him?'

'He's really, really good in bed.” He had to give Kir credit for saying it with such a straight face. That was one he never would have been able to pull off.

She looked up at the ceiling. “Great. I'm stuck between Perv and Pervier.'

Logan held up a hand. “I get to be Pervier.'

Kir laughed. “No argument here.'

Jordan rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth as the idiots on either side of her laughed at their own cleverness. Men . “Guys!'

'Yes?'

'Hmm?'

She sighed. “Look, I have no idea what you're thinking, but stop thinking it .'

'No.'

'Uh-uh. Sorry.” Kir's hand moved to cup her breast. He ignored her squawk of protest as his thumb stroked her nipple through her shirt. “There isn't man alive who'd have a woman like you in his bed and not be thinking it.'

'Unless he was gay,” Logan added, gently prying her fingers off her shirt.

'True.” Kir moved his hand long enough for Logan to pull her shirt open again. Goofy grins crossed both their faces as her breasts were exposed.

Damn, Logan's skin is so warm. She licked her lips, trying to focus her thoughts again on why this was a bad idea. She would have batted at him but Logan still had hold of her hand. “You're gods. Go do something, I dunno. Godly. And hands off, buster!'

'Sorry, I'm more of a hands-on kinda guy.'

Jordan stared at Kir as Logan snickered next to her. She was starting to sense that Kir wasn't nearly as innocent as he tried to let on. “Why am I getting the feeling you're more the instigator?'

Kir gasped, doing his best to look innocent and failing miserably. The fact that his hand was still stroking her breast didn't help. “Me?'

'Yes, you! And you! Knock it off!'

Jordan turned to glare at Logan as he reached down and licked one bared nipple. She had the feeling that it lacked some impact when she gasped with pleasure.

'I'm sorry, but it was staring right at me. I had to do something about it.'

She stared at him. “That was bad.'

'I know.'

'Humble doesn't work on you any more than innocent does.'

'Give a guy points for trying?'

She twitched when a wet tongue licked her left nipple. “Kir!'

'Hmm?'

'Did you hear me say knock it off?'

'You said it to him, not me.'

'Argh!'

'I think she's getting irritated.'

Logan stared down at her thoughtfully. “No, see there? Her lips twitched.'

'You're right. I think she likes us.'

'I think so, too.'

'I think you two are certifiable.” She was trying desperately not to laugh.

'You think we're cute. Admit it.” Kir was batting his lashes at her again. She had to bite her lip to keep the laugh in her throat.

'No!'

Logan tsk'd. “She said no again.'

'Yeah, she did.'

'What do you think she's saying no to?” Logan was inching his way down her body. She had the feeling that,