“If you hook up with Blake while we’re here, you do it in his bed,” I warn her.
“Okay, as long as you hook up with Taser in his bed,” she shoots back.
I raise my brows at her. “That’s not gonna happen.”
“You’re still mad at him?”
“Of course I am. I haven’t completely forgiven you either,” I say, giving her a pointed look.
“Fine, you’re in need of some new dick anyways.” She throws one of the pillows at me, grinning.
I catch it before it can hit the wall behind me. “Your aim really sucks.”
She shrugs. “I was never much for sports.”
Again my brows raise.
Her grin grows even wider. “Sports, I said. I do love a good athletic man.”
“Gross.” I groan and head back downstairs, Amelia following one step behind me.
“What? You don’t like a man with good muscles?”
“I know I sure do,” Dericia says. She’s standing at the bottom of the stairs with the rest of the guys, everyone ready to go out in search of food.
Amelia puts her finger to her lips in thought. “I guess now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bliss be into any super muscular guys. You like the skinny ones.”
“I don’t really have a preference.”
“You definitely do,” Taser says, and I can feel my jaw clench. “What about Wrath? He’s a tall, super lanky guy. Pretty sure that’s your type.”
“Can everyone stop talking about my taste in men, so we can all go taste some food?” I sigh. “I’m hungry.” I hold up a hand to Amelia to stop her from saying anything about me needing to “eat” in any other context than real food. “Hungry for dinner, so let’s go!” I usher everyone out of the house, suddenly feeling a bit like a parent trying to herd teenagers.
“You know, Taser, you’re a bit lanky too,” Dericia says. She looks over to Tubbs. “So is Tubbs. Which is a little misleading.”
Taser slings an arm around Tubbs. “You know that’s not why we call him that,” he says with a laugh.
“I know, but still—it seems like false advertising,” Dericia responds.
Tubbs is his mother’s maiden name. Nymphs used to stick mainly to themselves in matriarchal groups centuries ago, and a holdover from that time is the tradition of female nymphs keeping their last names. If their partner is male, the male fae generally changes his last name and any kids they have also take the female nymph’s last name.
We’ve all met Tubbs’ father, though. He is about as misogynistic as they come, and he insisted Tubbs’ mom take his name instead. So in middle school, at first to piss off his dad, and later to honor his mother, he started having people call him Tubbs. It helped that he’d once played drums on huge empty tubs of ice cream leftover from the school cafeteria as part of an impromptu concert. Amelia and Reese had joined in before the teachers put a stop to it.
“So what about you, Reese?” Taser asks. “Do any of us lanky lads suit your preferences?”
She swats him. “Sorry, but unlike my sisters, I definitely will not be sampling from the Goddess’ Trance pool.”
“Is it sampling if I’ve only ever slept with one?” Amelia asks genuinely.
Tubbs turns his wicked grin to Amelia. “It’s not, and I’m definitely in favor of you sampling.”
She gives him a sultry smile. “Of course you are.”
“As band manager,” I say, stopping in front of the group and looking back at them, “I would definitely recommend any ‘sampling’—as you’re so charmingly putting it—should stop.”
Amelia arches a single brow at me. “You’re seriously no fun sometimes, Bliss.”
“Need I remind you of any of the countless bands that have broken up because everyone was sleeping around?”
