Her eyelids were already drooping; the pain meds the doctors had her on were seriously sapping her energy. “I want to know what happens."
"Stay awake for a few more minutes, and you'll know.” Kir started the movie back up, but didn't really watch it. He was too busy watching her, absorbing every nuance of her face and expressions as she sleepily watched the two lovers reconcile.
He heard a sniff above him and smiled. Looked like both the people he loved were suckers for a good chick flick. The moment Slater whispered, “Stay,” both of them sniffled.
He thought about teasing Logan about what a girl he could be, but he didn't want both of them pounding on him.
The credits started rolling, and Jordan's eyes fluttered shut on a soft sigh. He sat patiently, not moving, waiting for her to fall asleep.
"I'll take her to bed.” Logan stood, smiling down at the two of them. His eyes were suspiciously bright.
Kir waited until Logan picked Jordan up, careful of her wounded shoulder, and carried her to their room.
Their room. Their bed. It felt better every time he thought it. He stood up and quickly cleaned up the food wrappers and put the movie away, knowing Logan would come out to fetch him if he took too long.
Logan came back into the room quicker than Kir thought he would. He grabbed Kir by the back of the head and kissed him, long and hard. By the time he was done, two other things were long and hard, too.
“Love you, babe. Gonna go take a shower."
Kir's chuckle was pained. He had a pretty good idea what Logan would do in the shower; the same thing Kir was planning on doing once he was done. “Bastard."
Logan tossed him a grin over his shoulder. “I'll save you some body wash, blondie."
He got a startled laugh when he flipped Logan the bird. He flopped back on the couch, grinning at how quickly the water turned on. He looked down at his tented sweatpants and laughed softly. “Wait your turn."
Two days later Logan rounded the corner to the kitchen to find Kir and Jordan in the kitchen. “Put it down."
The two started, looking towards him, guilt written all over their faces. “What?"
"If I have one more slice of pizza I'm going to start singing Sinatra songs."
Kir winced. Jordan stared at him curiously. “His singing voice sucks."
Logan rolled his eyes. “Out of my kitchen, people. I'll cook."
Jordan moved as quickly as she could out of his way. “Yum."
Kir sighed and followed her. “We could have spent this time cuddling, you know."
Logan tipped Kir's chin up and gave him a quick kiss. “Stop pouting, babe.” He grinned down at his lover. “Jordan does it better."
"I heard that!"
Logan snorted. The girl had a set of lungs on her that would do a drill sergeant proud, a trait she and her sister seemed to share. However, the pain still in her voice was driving him mad. “Sit your pretty ass down and let me take care of the food, okay?"
"Asshole,” he heard her mutter.
"Later, dear."
Logan looked at Kir in shock, not surprised to see the same expression on Kir's face. The twin echo of their reply still hung in the air as Jordan made her way back into the kitchen, practically snarling at the two of them.
She shook her finger at them, wincing a little with the movement. “I heard that! You two are a goddamn menace.” She shook her head and left the kitchen, still muttering to herself as he and Kir started to laugh.
"Go make sure our girl stays put, would you?” Logan patted Kir's ass as he made his way out of the kitchen. He could hear them talking softly, Kir's voice low and soothing as he probably apologized for the comments in the kitchen.
"Oh, God ."
The low, throaty moan caught his undivided attention.
"Just a little to the right. Oh, yeah. Right there."
He stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen and peeked into the living room. He could see the top of Kir's head and his broad shoulders as he moved sinuously over what had to be Jordan lying on the sofa.
Kir had his shirt off, all those muscles gleaming in the light coming in from the bank of windows.
Logan swallowed hard as another long, throaty moan sounded from the unseen Jordan. The look of sheer pleasure on Kir's face wasn't helping, either. “Just fucking kill me now, people."
Kir looked up, a wicked grin on his face. “Jordan's sore."
"Kir's got the most incredible hands I've ever felt."
He moved around the sofa to see Jordan sprawled boneless, face down on the sofa, her head pillowed in her arms. An expression of agonized bliss graced her face. She, too, was shirtless, clothes having become something of an optional accessory in the last week.
He knelt by her head and waited for her eyes to open. When she smiled at him, all sleepy and sensuous, he damn near came in his jeans. He leaned forward, sipping at her lips in gentle bites until she moaned and let him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Feel better, baby?"
"Mm-hmm.” She sank even further into the sofa with a contented sigh. He couldn't help himself. He kissed her again, long, slow and languorous. He loved the feel of her moving under Kir's hands while he made love to her mouth.
She broke the kiss with a soft sigh. “Do you know something I've always wanted to do but didn't have the guts to try?"
I can think of about a dozen things I'd love to teach you that you've never tried, little girl. Logan shook his head. “No. What?"
"Mmm.” She practically purred as Kir stroked her back. “Cooking."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kir's hands stop. He wasn't surprised at all when all three of them whimpered. “Cooking?"
"My mom is a really good cook, but I could never pick up the knack.” She shifted under Kir, wiggling her ass against his jean-clad erection. Kir's swift intake of breath was swiftly followed by his shudder.
“You're a fucking fabulous cook.” The way she moaned fabulous had Logan practically panting.
The little tease.
She opened those sleepy eyes again and he was lost. “So, will you teach me?"
Logan knew she was manipulating him, but right at that moment he didn't care. If she wanted to play, that was fine by him. The time for playing was almost over. She accepted their hands on her skin, their kisses and touches, with ease. All she had left to do was accept their hearts, and if teasing and provoking them helped her do that, then bring it on.
Kir climbed off Jordan's back. “I'm going to go take a shower.” He left, limping, more than likely hobbled by the erection Jordan had caused.
She wrinkled her nose. “I know cleanliness is next to godliness, but don't you guys take it a little too far?"
There really was no way to answer that, so he stood up. “Kitchen, you little tease."
"Oh, baby. Pass me the spatula.” She stood, needing only a little help, threw her shirt back on and practically dragged him to the kitchen.
What the hell am I doing?
Jordan watched as Logan chopped onions, noting the ease with which he did so. His hands moved with confidence, his big body relaxed as he chatted with her. Even his erection didn't seem to bother him any, much to her surprise.
How do I tell him it's bothering the hell out of me? The urge to throw both men down on the floor and have her wicked way with them was getting stronger as she got better. She so desperately wanted a taste of them she was about ready to die if she didn't get it soon.
She couldn't quite figure out what had come over her back in the living room. Accepting Kir's offer of a massage had been totally innocent, but once he'd gotten his hands on her, she couldn't resist teasing them both. Hearing Logan moving into the room had just added fuel to the fire. It had become one of her favorite hobbies of late, watching the two men squirm.
She felt so comfortable around them both, like she could just let go and fly and they'd be there to catch her when she came back down. There wasn't anyone else she felt that way about, and it still had the power to
frighten her.
She knew they were using her recovery time to win her over, and she also knew she was allowing it. If she wanted to leave, she knew she could, godly powers be damned. While they would try to persuade her otherwise they wouldn't try to stop her. No, she was staying as much for herself as for them. She wanted to see where this would lead, even if that meant she'd wind up with two men in her heart and her life.
And who the hell am I kidding? They're already there. She might lie to others, but she'd learned a long time ago not to lie to herself.
"And then I said, suck my cock, and he did."
Huh?
Jordan took her gaze off of his hands (and his dick) to see Logan smirking at her.
"Have you heard a single word I've said?"
Well, I heard ‘suck my cock', but somehow I don't think it's wise to mention that. “Maybe?” She grinned and batted her lashes at him.
Logan snorted. “Right.” He patted her on her rear. “Get me the green, yellow and red peppers out of the fridge, will you, sweetheart?"
She got the peppers, glad when she heard the water stop. “Are you going to take a shower now?"
Logan grunted. “Fucking tease."
She giggled as she dropped the peppers next to the onion.
The tangy smell of chili was beginning to fill the air as Kir came into the kitchen. He gave each of them an absent peck on the lips before lifting the lid off the pot. “Chili? Cool.” He turned to Logan and bit his lip.
“Shower's all yours."
Jordan couldn't help it. “You keep rubbin’ at it it's gonna fall off."
She heard Logan choke on the beer he'd just opened.
She squeaked as Kir pushed her up against the countertop and took her lips in a wild, erotic kiss that curled her toes. “Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm a fertility god.” He leaned forward just enough so that the next words were whispered against her lips, arching his hips so that his erection brushed against her in light, teasing strokes. “It's not going to fall off.” He pulled away from her, winked, and sauntered out of the kitchen.
"Damn.” She locked her knees to stop from hitting the floor.
"Amen.” Logan leaned against the counter next to her, peering around to watch Kir as he sat at the dinette table. “My turn to get squeaky clean.” He leaned in for his own kiss, and Jordan couldn't resist accepting him any more than she could have resisted Kir.
She pulled away from the kiss with a low laugh. “You are both so bad."
"Mm, but you love us anyway.” It was his turn to saunter off, arrogance written all over his stride.
Damn. She hated it when arrogant men were right.
Grimm leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile wreathing his face. It had taken him a while to unravel Loki's spell, but he'd finally succeeded. Now all he had to do was place his own spell on the video, and he'd have Loki right in the palm of his hand.
And when he had Loki, he'd have Baldur right where he wanted him.
Victory was going to taste oh, so sweet.
The knock on his door distracted him. He shut down the program and called, “Enter."
Val stepped into the room. “Sir, there are some security issues we need to deal with."
"Baldur and Loki?"
Val, the idiot, thought he could hide his emotions from his father, but the swiftly hidden grimace told its own tale. “No, sir. Simply business."
He settled back and listened while Val droned on, approving what the boy wanted with an impatient
wave of his hand. No matter how incompetent the boy was in other areas, when it came to personal security Val was the best he'd run across. “Very well, implement the changes.” He leaned forward, an eager smile on his face. “And prepare the special basement rooms for an extended visit, would you?"
The boy nodded, too swiftly for Grimm to get an accurate gauge of his feelings. “Yes, sir.” He bowed his way out, not bothering to await further instructions. After all, the boy knew exactly what he wanted.
Grimm reopened the video and began weaving his own compulsion spell around it. He couldn't wait until Loki saw it. Once he did, Grimm would have him, and Baldur, in the palm of his hand.
Val stepped into the basement with a shiver. Here was where his father took care of problems that couldn't be handled with his “secret weapon". He only wished he knew what his father's secret weapon was; without that knowledge, he was helpless to stop whatever Grimm did to get the Aesir and Vanir to follow him so blindly. But the old man had made sure Val had no way to discover his secret.
Val reached out and stroked the side of the wooden cross, hoping against hope that whatever it was Grimm had planned, failed. He had to figure out what Grimm was up to, and he had to do it fast .
Because if Grimm got someone into these rooms, they were never coming out again, except in a body bag.
A very small one.
"It's been two weeks. I think I can go home now."
Kir didn't even look up from his laptop. “Uh-uh."
"No."
She sighed and began pacing again. “I need to go to work."
"Uh-uh."
"No."
She growled. “I'm bored out of my tits and I'm going to start hurting people, especially people named Kir and Logan , if I don't get to do something!"
Kir kept his head down; no way did he want to get in the middle of the fight he sensed was brewing between his two lovers.
If they didn't stop bickering soon, though, he might be forced to kill them himself. Preferably with something dull and full of splinters.
"Play solitaire."
Her lip curled. “No."
"Go online and check your email."
"Kir has the laptop. That, and I already checked it today. Five times ."
"Watch TV."
"Do you want to watch soap operas or home improvement shows? Because I don't."
"Fine. Jump out the window and see if you can fly."
Silence. Kir looked up to see Logan and Jordan glaring at one another.
"Are you two done?"
"No."
Kir pinched the bridge of his nose. They were giving him a headache. There had been no activity from Grimm and it was driving the two of them crazy. Add in the fact that Jordan was feeling better, and pushier, by the day, and one of them was going to snap.
When they weren't fighting, however, they were a blast to be around. Logan had decided to teach Jordan how to cook, with somewhat mixed results. Jordan's idea of a home cooked meal was a TV
dinner with mashed potatoes in it. Truthfully, Kir wasn't much better. As far as he was concerned, pizza was the perfect food. And if you got the right toppings it hit everything on the food pyramid at the same time.
How could you go wrong with that?
They'd cuddled together, kissed each other ... yeah, for the most part, things were going really well.
They'd teased her with little flares of power, hoping to ease her into accepting that they weren't really human. Kir started it by bringing in a pot of mums and making them bloom just to make her smile after a really tough, painful day. Logan toasted marshmallows on little wooden skewers, using his inner flame and his fingers to brown everything to perfection.
They'd managed to turn bedtime into the best time of the day, despite the fact that they weren't having sex yet. Watching Logan and Jordan horse around in their huge bathroom, jostling each other for a spot at the same sink, was a hoot. Hips got bumped, asses got whacked with towels, and a tickle fight usually ensued. Logan was careful of Jordan's shoulder, too, stopping everything the minute she winced.
The three of them slept in the same bed, of course. Jordan had protested at first, but after two nights of being manually put to bed she'd given up fighting them on it.
Unfortunately, time was dragging on, and tempers were becoming shorter and shorter. She was very sore at first, wincing with every small movement of her shoulder, causing the two of them to treat her like spun glass. He could tell it was beginning to grat
e on her nerves, but neither one of them could live with her hurting herself again. She kept pushing and pushing, trying to do things that the doctor had told her were off limits for the time being. They'd even brought in a physical therapist so she wouldn't have to go to a clinic. She'd told Logan in private that, while she was making progress, Jordan was her own worst enemy. If she wasn't careful, she would overwork her shoulder, causing even more damage. Kir was just about ready to sit on her to get her to stop, and Logan was beginning to growl at any slightest movement.
Her repeated request to leave so she could “get some work done", despite doctor's orders, was driving them ape-shit. Hell, even Jamie was getting fed up with her sister.
Today, the cooking lesson had been reduced to “Please pass the salt".
Add in the fact that he and Logan were horny as hell, and you had a volatile mix guaranteed to blow up.
Having Jordan snuggle up to him in her sleep, then turn around and snuggle Logan, was driving them insane. He sighed wearily. Man. This wooing crap sucks. He made a mental note to pick up more body wash. They were going through it at an alarming rate. He had the feeling Logan was just as squeaky clean as he was. He'd ordered something online that would hopefully relieve their boredom, but it hadn't arrived yet. He wondered how long it would take them to convince Jordan to play the game naked.
The phone rang.
Then again ... He grinned and stood, moving to the front door. “I think the present I got both of you may be here."
They stopped bickering and turned to stare at him. “What present?"
"You got us a present?” Logan bumped Jordan with his elbow. “Kir gets the best presents."
Kir was still grinning as he picked up the phone. “Hello?"
"Is this Kiran Tait?"
Kir sucked in a breath as the familiar voice washed over him. “Who is this?” We're not ready yet, damn it! How did he find us?
"I think you know."
"Hell."
"Please, don't hang up."
"Kir?” He felt Logan's hand on the small of his back. “What's wrong, babe?"
He put one hand over the receiver and stared at Logan, eyes wide. “Travis."
"I'd like to come up and speak to the three of you, if you don't mind.” Travis Yardley-Rudiger's voice was soft and pleading. “Please."
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