“Well, send this animal home and getunbusy,” Gunnar demands, eyeing Calix.
“Why don’t you take yourcrazyass back to wherever you came from,” Calix retorts. That earns a glare from Gunnar.
“Knock it off.” I wave my hand around. “The testosterone is getting thick, not to mention I’m already horny.”
Both men turn to eye me. I feel the atmosphere shift as a bounty of sins fills the air. I toss my hands up. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Chapter 12
“What?” Calix and Gunnar say in unison.
“Nothing. Just wait right here, and don’t kill each other, or fight or anything,” I order, walking toward the kitchen where I felt the shift. “I’d want to watch that shit.”
“Watch what?” Grim is standing next to my kitchen island, tall as hell, with his black robe billowing out around him.
“Two guys fighting. I’m trying to get laid,” I answer.
“And you want the males to prove which is the superior?” Grim actually grows a little taller.
I wipe my brow and push my hair off my forehead. Having people over, real people, is kind of exhausting. “Nah, but they’re both doing this macho bullshit right now. What’s up?”
“You said I could come back.” Grim sounds a little affronted that he needs to remind me.
“Of course, you can visit anytime you like.” I wince.
“Except now?” he argues.
There are already two guys here, what’s one more? “Can you lose the robe?” I eye Grim, wondering what he looks like under there. I’m a little surprised how much I want him to stay. I like hanging out with Grim, plus, I feel this connection with him. He’s known me since I was young. “I’m pretty sure one of them is like us, but I’m not sure about the other.”
“You’re inviting me to say?” he asks, sounding strangely formal.
“Sure, absolutely. Why not?” Any hope I had of have a non-self-induced orgasm is waning by the second, but I’ll get over it.
I’m never going to be able to focus like this though. I could always excuse myself up to my room, grab Buzz, and give myself a quick O. It would probably be a service to everyone here. I’m going to be a crabby bitch if I don’t. I shift from left to right. My clit is still swollen. Damn it.
“Are you alright?” Grim inquires.
“Yup, peachy.” I grimace. “So, are you going to lose the robes and stick around?” The hood nods.
“Okay, great. Awesome.” I give him two thumbs up. “I just have to run upstairs.” I purse my lips, debating whether or not to tell him why. Deciding discretion is the better part of valor, I just kind of give him an awkward wave before rushing toward the back staircase.
“Can’t get anyone to hang out with me, then all of the sudden I’m super fucking pop—” I groan at my word choice. “Scratch that. I wish I was fucking.”
“I’ve warned you about talking to yourself,” Aeson chirps, as I’m rounding my bedroom door. I deflate. I can’t have a ménage à moi with her in here.
“Hey, Aeson,” I mutter slowly.
The little Brownie eyes me with suspicion. “You smell funny,” she states, and wrinkles her nose.
I squeeze my thighs together. “I do not!” I snap back, peering down at her on my way to the bathroom.
As soon as the door closes, I cup my crotch. Don’t tell me she can smell my horny ass. Sure as shit, I can feel how damp my yoga pants are. I bring my palm up to my nose and sniff. “I do not stink!” I shout through the door.
“I didn’t say you stink, I said you smelled funny,” she hollers right back. I poke my head out of the bathroom door. “I have company,” I scold, admonishing her yelling, before slipping back into the bathroom.
“Is it the bleeder that smells like that?”
“Ugh.” I can just imagine her wrinkled-up, little nose as she says it, while I’m pulling my pants off one foot at a time.
