Текст книги "Very Much Alive"

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"Pervert."

He sighed. “I love Jordan. I love Logan. Logan loves me. I'm working on Jordan. If that makes me a pervert, then hand me the flag and teach me the anthem."

"Kir?"

Jordan's hesitant voice had him sitting up. “Yes, baby?"

She held up one arm of the shirt she'd been trying to put on. She held her injured arm, in its sling, over her breasts. She'd managed to get the bra on, but not hooked.

He got up and, without thought, helped her finish dressing. “Better?"

"Mm-hmm. Thanks.” Her cheeks were flushed and she wouldn't meet his eyes. She'd been like this since the first time he'd had to help her get dressed. Having a bullet wound sucked big time. Luckily it had been on the outside of her arm, rather than further in; the bones had been nicked, but not broken.

"You're welcome.” He planted a soft kiss on those oh-so-tempting lips and left for the bedroom. If he was going to be up, he was going to take a shower. Maybe it would help wake him up.

Normally he would have dragged Logan in with him, but he didn't for two reasons. One, he was pretty sure Jamie would be weirded all the hell out. And two, they'd decided not to do anything with each other until afterthey'd convinced Jordan she belonged with them. Even if it led to a terminal case of blue balls.

Oh, well. Thank goodness for body wash and a firm grip. He grinned and shut the bathroom door behind him with an audible click. It didn't occur to him until he had the water nice and hot and was about to step in that her sister had been sitting right there, yet Jordan had still asked himfor help.

Suddenly the day was looking a whole lot brighter.

Jordan sat on the sofa, sipping at the coffee Logan had brought out for her. It was perfect, just like everything the two men had done for her so far was perfect.

Make that almost perfect.

They had hovered over her for the last week, and for the most part, she was grateful for it, especially when she'd been stuck in the hospital for longer than they'd thought she would be. And when they'd brought her home two days ago she'd needed so much help that it hadn't even been funny. She couldn't quite dress herself, let alone feed herself. Having the two men pamper her was a heady feeling she could

quickly grow addicted to, along with the tiny little touches and kisses they peppered her with. It was like they were slowly seducing her, since none of those little kisses they constantly gave her could be called

“brotherly".

On the flip side, she could live without their bossiness. The one time yesterday she'd tried to sneak into the den to check her email, they'd freaked out and put her to bed like a recalcitrant four-year-old.

Of course, she could admit, at least to herself, that she'd actedlike a recalcitrant four-year-old. She had the feeling today wasn't going to be much better.

"Y'know, you've got two. Can I have one? Because it's no fair hoarding the hotties."

Jordan smirked at Jamie over the rim of her mug. “What do you think Travis would have to say about that?"

Jamie turned beet red. “Absolutely nothing, since he doesn't know I exist outside of Hi, this is Guardian Investigations. How may we help you?” It was her best, perkiest receptionists’ voice, the one that grated on Jordan's nerves until her third cup of coffee. “What do you think he's going to say when he finds out you've been shot? Hmm?"

Jordan leaned in and whispered, ignoring the twinge of pain in her shoulder. “I've already emailed him."

Jamie nodded, some of the flush receding from her cheeks. “Good. He needs to know, so we can fuss over you.” She jumped. “All of us. I mean, all of us. Jeff, too. You know how he likes to fuss."

Jordan bit her lip. Jamie's crush on their boss never failed to lift her day. Too bad Travis had never shown any interest in her. The two of them would be smokin’ hot together. “I can't lay claim to either Demon Boy orArchangel."

She thought she heard a muffled bullshitfrom the kitchen, but she wasn't certain. Could have been Logan sneezing. She shrugged and dismissed it.

One of Jamie's bright red brows rose into her hair. “Really? Because it looked to me like you and Mr.'s DB and AA are having a nice, cosy live-in. Complete with rumpled bedhead and delivered coffee."

"Line of duty. They feel guilty.” Or, that's what she kept telling herself, anyway. “They're worried that the person who shot at them will go after me, and they have better security in their home than I do in mine.”

Which was the truth. A brain-dead monkey could probably break into her inexpensive apartment with ease.

Another muffled sound came from the kitchen. Huh. Who knew? Gods sneeze. Logan needs to get his allergies checked.She ignored the little voice that told her that what she'd heard had notbeen a sneeze.

"Really,” Jamie drawled. She perked up, smiling that sunny smile that had landed her the receptionists’

job at Guardian. “Y'know, with Travis away on vacation, I bet he wouldn't mind if you stayed at his place. The security there is top-notch."

She opened her mouth to answer when a hand landed on her good shoulder. “She's perfectly happy right here."

Jamie glared up at Logan. “ She'scapable of speech, ape."

Jordan nearly snorted coffee through her nose trying not to laugh.

Before she could regain her composure Kir stepped out of the bedroom. His cheeks were flushed, his hair hanging wet around his shoulders. He'd put on a muscle shirt, blue to match his eyes, and one of his sinfully tight pairs of jeans. His big feet were bare, braced squarely on the maple floor. A breezy smile graced his face. “I'm starving. Anybody want donuts?"

Logan stared down at Jordan's sleeping form. He still couldn't get over the fact that she'd bled for him.

Not even Sigyn, who'd claimed to love him and left him when he'd fallen for Kir, had ever bled for him.

And Kir couldn'tbleed for him, though he'd thrown himself in front of Logan more than once in their long lives.

He never wanted her life endangered ever again. The very thought sent twin snakes of fear down his spine, and was the reason he'd barely slept in the last eight days.

His eyes narrowed as the blade cut into the palm of his hand. Blood bonding with Odin had given the god the power to shift his shape; maybe bonding with Jordan would give her the fast healing Logan enjoyed.

He cut her palm quickly, ignoring her hiss of pain as he slapped their hands together. He closed his eyes and focused on their joined wounds.

"What the hell?"

Jordan's sleepy, angry voice couldn't drown out the pounding of their hearts in his ears. He willed the blood to mingle, hers to him and his to her, each flowing into the other's veins.

Her gasp echoed his as their blood merged for all time.

"Ow, dickhead! What did you do that for?"

He opened his eyes and turned her hand over, eagerly checking to see if the wound had started closing.

It hadn't. Fuck. So much for research.His own wound was slowly closing before his eyes. “Shit."

"Wow. How are you doing that?"

"Logan?"

Logan turned to see Kir peering over his shoulder at their bloody hands. “It didn't work."

"What didn't work?” Jordan was looking back and forth between them, obviously confused.

"I was trying to speed up your healing."

She looked down at the bloody cut on her hand. “You're right. It didn't work."

"I'll get the medical kit.” Kir headed into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry.” Logan brushed his clean hand through her hair. “I was really hoping this would fix things."

Her face softened. “You meant well. I think."

He sighed. “When I became Odin's blood brother, he gained my ability to shift shape. I gained his immortality. I was hoping the bond would grant you my ability to heal quickly."

"Would that work on a human?"

He smiled. “You're not human, remember?"

" Halfhuman, then.” She looked down again at her hand, concerned. “If I didn't get healing, what didI get?"

He shrugged. As far as he was concerned she was welcome to all of his powers. “We'll have to wait and see."

Kir returned with the first-aid kit. “Give me your hand.” He checked her cut, cleansing it with a washcloth. “It looks clean, and I don't think you need stitches.” He bandaged it quickly, pressing a kiss to her knuckles when he was done. “All better."

"Thanks, Mom."

His expression turned wicked. Logan knew that look, and felt his cock harden in his jeans. It was the look Kir used when he was in the mood to play.

"Any other boo-boos you'd like me to kiss?"

Logan grinned as Kir waggled his eyebrows outrageously.

As Jordan giggled, he leaned over and brushed his lips over Kir's. Time to see if she can handle the three of us together.“I have a boo-boo you can kiss."

"Ugh. Get a room, guys. Some of us are trying to sleep."

He looked down to see embarrassment written all over her bright red face. She'd screwed her eyes shut tightly, but the curve of her lips let him know she was amused. No disgust; that's good. And is that...?

Yes! Ah, the sight of an aroused woman.Her nipples were perky, pushing up against the fabric of her top.

"Tell you what. I'll kiss your boo-boo and Kir can kiss mine."

When her eyes popped open his lips were already on hers. He stroked his tongue against her closed lips, silently asking her to let him in. Please, let me in.He was dying for a taste of her.

Kir's mouth began a slow exploration of his neck, his hands pulling the shirt from Logan's jeans. He lifted from the kiss long enough for Kir to finish pulling the shirt from his body.

"Guys?"

"Hmm?” Logan leaned down and licked a line from her neck to her chin. Her shiver filled him with the need to see what else he could do to make her quiver like that.

Kir's fingers reached around Logan and began tugging on Jordan's shirt buttons.

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 needyou."

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 somethingabout 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, unless she got a handle on things, her pants were going the way of the dodo.

"Guys! Hello! Been shot here! See? Owie!” She pointed to her arm in the sling. She blinked, realizing that her hand was free and she hadn't really tried to stop either of them from what they were doing.

"And we're offering to kiss your boo-boos but you keep saying that ‘N’ word."

"The one that ends in ‘O'?” Kir's hand was still gently kneading her breast.

"Yup, that's the one.” Logan's clever fingers were undoing her jeans.

Kir leaned over her with a leer. “Give up. Resistance is futile."

Logan's fingers stopped moving. He raised his eyebrow at Kir through the fall of his hair. “Didn't we agree there would be no more Borg in bed?"

"Oh, right. Sorry. Carry on."

These two are nuts! Incredibly sexy and hunk-a-licious, but nuts.“Oh, God."

"Yes?” They chorused.

"Get me out of here."

"Get you out of these? Sure!"

Logan's hands were incredibly gentle as he removed her pants and panties.

"I notice you're not really fighting.” She looked up into Kir's suddenly serious face. “But if you really want us to stop, just say so."

Logan lay down next to her again and propped his head on his hand. “We dolove you, you know.” His other hand caressed her bared stomach again. His touch was soft and soothing. “We want you comfortable with us.” His smile turned into a leer. “Of course, we'd like you hot for us, too."

The identical looks of hope on their faces melted her heart. “Guys..."

"Yes?"

"Hmm?"

Panic fluttered briefly in her heart. I'm not ready for this yet. It's too damn soon.“Give me time?” Time to figure out what's really going on, and whether or not I want to be a part of it.“Please. I'm not saying no, I'm saying wait. This ... this isn't something I take lightly."

Logan looked at Kir over her naked body and smiled. “I can live with that."

"So can I.” Kir leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

They lay down next to her, Logan being extra careful of her wounded right shoulder. His erection pressed against her right hip, while Kir's pressed against her left. A wicked, sleepy grin crossed his lips.

“G'night, John-boy."

Two groans were quickly followed by a dark chuckle.

Oh, man. What the hell am I doing?

She'd just turned down sex with two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, but was still sleeping naked with them.

Jamie was going to have her committed.

Chapter Six

Kir leaned back against the base of the chaise lounge, his head resting against Logan's knee, and sighed contentedly. Jordan's head was resting in his lap, her gaze riveted to the plasma TV and the movie playing on it. Bless you, Netflix.Picking up Bed of Roseshad been a stroke of genius. The female lead was just getting the idea that, perhaps, kicking Christian Slater out of her life had been the worst mistake she'd ever made. He was hoping Jordan's quick mind would pick up on the hint he was trying to give her.

Jordan frowned, and clicked the pause button. “I don't get it."

Logan leaned down and offered her another bite of s'more. “What don't you get, sweetheart?"

She swallowed before answering. Kir had the strongest urge to lean down and lick that little bit of chocolate that had escaped and was now decorating the corner of her mouth. “He does everything, and I mean everything, right, but she runs him off because she's afraid of being hurt.” She shook her head, confusion all over her features. “I mean, how often do you find the perfect guy? And then to just send him away?"

Kir grunted. He'd already found the perfect guy, but he could kind of understand where what's-her-face was coming from. He picked up the box and read the actress's name: Mary Stuart Masterson. “Fear does weird things to some people."

"She fixes this, right? I mean, does he take her back?"

Kir took a bite of the s'more Logan held down for him and let his lover answer. “Wouldn't that be spoiling the movie?"

"But I want to know.” She pouted up at them.

"Then watch.” Kir shook his head sadly. “Are you one of thosepeople?"

" Thosepeople?"

"The ones who read the back of the book before they ever begin it."

She frowned. “There's nothing wrong with a little foreknowledge."

"If you say so.” He grinned as Logan dropped the last bite of s'more into her mouth when she opened it to protest. “Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?"

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 bothof 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.

Theirroom. Theirbed. 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. Rightthere."

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 incrediblehands 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 fabulouscook.” The way she moaned fabuloushad 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 toofar?"

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 ofme? 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 wantedto 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 notgoing 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 sobad."

"Mm, but you love us anyway.” It was his turn to saunter off, arrogance written all over his stride.