I clear my throat, tryin’ to dispense the heat that’s gathered between my thighs. “Oh. Uh… Hmm,” I say, real eloquent-like.
Flint grins at me, flashin’ those pearly whites. “Until then, you’ll have to go into your settings. I blocked him for ya,” he tells me with a wink, humor dancin’ in his expression.
I shake my head to clear the lust cloud pollutin’ me, and I narrow my eyes at his brazenness. Just to mess with him, because he looks entirely too smug, I jerk my knee up like I’m gonna stomp on his foot again. Flint jumps back like the good Lord just threatened to rain down lightnin’ right over his head.
This time, I don’t even try to suppress my laughter that comes bubblin’ out of me. “Damn, I didn’t know demons could jump that high.”
Flint shakes his head with a rueful smile before lookin’ over at Alder and pointin’ to my boots. “Watch her. Those snake skins have a bite to them.”
Alder rolls his eyes. “Don’t provoke her and she won’t stomp on your foot.
“Yeah,” I agree. “I don’t care if we are demons, you’ll treat me like a lady, and that includes no snoopin’, we clear?” I say to him sternly.
He blinks his dark eyes at me before lookin’ over at Alder with a whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned. Listen to that mouth. She making you as hard as she’s making me?” he asks.
I nearly choke on my own tongue. Did he really just say that?
“Shut up,” Alder snaps, but he doesn’t deny it, and I feel my face grow hot.
Don’t look down to their crotches, Medley. It ain’t ladylike to check for boners.
To avoid the temptation of doin’ just that, I drop my gaze to my phone instead so that I can see if I have any messages other than Bob Grace, but it’s all clear. It’s also nearly two in the mornin’, so I’m sure Kiara and AnnaMae have found guys to go home with for the night by now, and Mama and Daddy will be fast asleep.
Lockin’ my phone and tellin’ myself I’ll deal with Bob Grace later, I stick it back in my pocket where it fits snugly at the curve of my ass. I feel a little exposed in my clubbin’ outfit, but if their open perusal is any indication, these two demons like what they see. The question is, should I like that they like it?
“So, uh...any girlfriend demons I should worry about bein’ pissed that I’m here with you?” I blurt.
Well, that was about as smooth as a pockmarked dirt road.
I try not to cringe at my obvious question or figure out which one of them I’m even askin’.
Alder and Flint both chuckle and exchange a look that seems to have a fair amount of anticipation and warnin’ in it.
“No, neither of us have taken a mate,” Flint tells me, and there’s somethin’ in his tone that flits away too fast for me to catch it and look at it too hard.
“Mate? Is that an Australian thing?” I ask, findin’ that word choice odd.
“No, it’s a demon thing; what we call the person we choose for life,” Alder explains.
“But you’re new to all this, so don’t fret about all that complicated stuff just yet. Especially when you won’t have to worry about any of it,” Flint quickly interjects.
His words leave me puzzled. Why wouldn’t I have to worry about a mate?
Flint must sense my bewilderment. “Now, now, Peaches, I can see you’ve already started to fret. All of this will make sense with time, so just lie back and let Alder and me take care of you,” he says with charm, his lips stretchin’ into a lopsided grin.
“Peaches?” I balk. “What happened to darlin’?”
His eyes light up with heat. “I decided Peaches suited you better.”
“Why, because we’re in Georgia?” I tease, ready to bust his balls about lackin’ originality.
“No, because you’re just ripe for the pickin’,” Flint answers instead, and I swallow my initial retort.
He is layin’ it on thick. Desire swims in Flint’s eyes and pools low in my stomach. I clear my throat to try and dispel the sexual tension that’s brewin’ in my belly, but I’m findin’ out that every minute spent with these two is a rollercoaster for my libido.
“So,” I say, needin’ to change the subject before I do somethin’ impulsive like grab one of them by the hair and drag their lips to mine. “I asked for a drink, and you made me leave the house. Should I be offended?” I say with a dry chuckle as I motion around the dark, grassy yard. All I can see in this lightin’ is a wall of trimmed hedges down a slight slope, but other than that, all I can see is a neatly kept lawn.
“We don’t have alcohol in the house,” Alder explains as he starts leadin’ the way. I fall into pace beside him.
“Okay...so where we goin’?”
“Our bar,” he replies. “It’s just a short walk from here.”
“Y’all live next door to your bar?”
“Yep,” Flint says, comin’ up to walk on the other side of me. “Well...technically, we live next door to the Hellgate,” he corrects, and I look over at him with my brow furrowed.
“Y’all live next door to a gate that leads to Hell?” I ask nervously.
It’s clear they’re amused by my horrified tone. “We wouldn’t be very good Gate Guardians if we didn’t.”
Well, shit.
I made Alder promise that I wouldn’t wake up in Hell, but I’m technically awake now, so does that mean all bets are off? Are they trickin’ me?
For the love of peaches, please don’t tell me that the drink I’m hopin’ for is in actual Hell and not the bar, because that would be just my luck.
Heaven knows I can’t handle that right now. Or maybe it doesn’t, since I don’t exactly bat for that team, but still. I really don’t wanna go to Hell in a jean mini, my
