“Anything you want to share?” Alder asks me casually, his butterscotch gaze takin’ in my fidgetin’.
Crap.
“Nope, I’m good, that was a nice talk. Are you guys gettin’ hungry?” I ask, tryin’ not to panic at the way they’re both now starin’ at me.
“Why are you suddenly so nervous?” Alder asks, leanin’ toward me.
“Who? Me? Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” I rapid fire at them, pretty much confirmin’ their suspicions with each squeaky question.
Why do I suck so bad at lyin’?
My mama always said I lie so bad I couldn’t get wood to believe it could burn. I guess she was right.
“What are you hiding, Peaches?” Flint asks, a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Hidin’? Why would I be hidin’ anythin’?”
Seriously, Medley, stop answerin’ a question with more questions.
The room goes quiet. I swear, I can hear myself sweatin’.
I peek a look at the two of them, but they’re lookin’ at each other as if they’re havin’ some silent conversation.
“Have you by chance...participated in any human orgies?” Alder asks me smoothly, but I don’t miss the curiosity in his eyes.
“What? No. I don’t even know if that’s a common thing here. Definitely not in Sweetgreen, anyway. Maybe in Colletville,” I tell them, tryin’ and failin’ to relax.
Flint and Alder share another look, and I can see that they’re workin’ to piece together what I’m bein’ so cagey about.
They both seem lost in thought for a moment, and then Flint’s eyes light up. “Have you been shared before?” he asks out of the blue, and I can’t help but sorta stop breathin’ for a second. How the hell did he guess that? He blanches at the look on my face. “Wait. You have?” he asks me, a little shocked.
“Fine,” I relent. If they really wanna go there, who am I to get in the way? “I’ve had a couple threesomes in college. Two guy friends were into it—sharin’, I mean,” I blurt awkwardly. “Not that I wasn’t into it too. I’m just sayin’, they started the discussion, and then naturally I was on board and—”
Flint’s finger presses over my lips in the universal shh gesture. “Okay, okay. We heard you, Peaches. We’re just trying not to picture you with other males who aren’t us, and having a very hard time not getting pissed and wanting to go kill those fuckheads in their sleep.”
See, these kinds of conversations never go anywhere good.
Alder glowers. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”
I shake my head. “You two are the ones who brought it up. I tried really hard to tell you that I didn’t want to know because it didn’t matter.”
“I blame Flint,” Alder declares, and a giggle escapes my lips. I can’t help it, he looks so damn angry it’s adorable.
“Yeah, let’s move on. Just the thought of some demon hussy all over you, or worse, a whole pile of them, makes me wanna go all full Tribulation Medley mode, anyway,” I confess as I stand up and grab the nozzle near the shelf.
I quickly use it to add more water over the stones, and a plan to get our minds off this forms in my head. I need us to refocus on what’s really important...each other. “None of that is important,” I tell them.
“You’re right,” Flint says, eyes rakin’ over me.
“Mmm,” Alder agrees. “You’re ours.”
I beam. “That’s right.”
As I finish pourin’ water over the stones, so much steam erupts in the space that it becomes harder to see, but it’s addin’ to the ambiance. Just like the two half naked males sittin’ with legs apart, backs propped on the walls, abs glistenin’, and eyes on me. These two...just lookin’ at them makes heat spread through my belly and travel down the juncture between my thighs.
“If you keep looking at us like that, Peaches, we’re going to have to do something about it,” Flint challenges, the front of his towel already tentin’ up.
I bite my lip at the sight as I draw my hand over the knot of my towel that’s held securely above the curve of my breasts. Their eyes don’t miss a single movement. They make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Like no one else exists.
“Drop the towel.”
My eyes snap over to Alder. He’s leanin’ forward, his elbows braced on his knees as he watches me, his order hangin’ in the air. With a hard swallow, I loosen the knot, my eyes on his and a thrill shootin’ through me at his demandin’ need to see me bare.
In the next breath, I happily do exactly as I’m told.
“Drizzle the water over you,” he says, his hand goin’ over the towel to palm his cock.
With the nozzle still in hand, I lift it up and then let the cold water trickle over me, startin’ at my head before workin’ slowly down to my chest in exhilaratin’ rivulets that skim over my flushed skin.
“Fuck,” Flint growls. “Look at her.”
“Oh, I’m looking,” Alder replies, dark desire glitterin’ in his gaze.
Their eyes watch, enraptured, as I continue to let dribbles run down my fevered body. My heart pounds in my chest at the intensity of their attention. The lust in the air is so thick it rivals the steam.
“You don’t wanna think about anyone else bein’ with me, and I don’t wanna think about anyone else bein’ with you,” I tell them, my voice gone husky. “So come over here, and let’s erase everyone else.”
In a flash, the two demons are unfoldin’ themselves from the benches and stalkin’ toward me like predators. My mouth goes dry, and then I have two demons pressin’ up on either side of me.
I raise the nozzle and start rainin’ down cold water over the two of them, switchin’ off from one sexy chest to another and lettin’ my free hand graze over the water on their skin in an excuse to touch them, to feel their hardened muscles and hot flesh.
Alder grabs the nozzle from me as Flint
