I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Asher. Three guesses is the usual amount of guesses one gets.”
“Three,” he went on, “as in atriadof guesses.”
“Are you drinking already? It’s not even noon.”
“Aménageof guesses.”
“What are you even—”
Oh, God. No wonder he’s so damn happy.
Ronan, Darius, and I had generated more than a little sexual energy last night, and that wasafterRonan and I had spent time getting reacquainted in the very carnal sense of the word.
Asher must’ve gotten a big fat dose of… everything.
Not to mention, he’d probably heard the sounds coming from behind Ronan’s bedroom door last night, most of which belonged to me.
“Are all incubuses total pervs,” I snapped, “or is that just another one of your special charms?”
“Sex isn’t perverted, Gray,” he teased. He poured the egg mixture into the frying pan with the veggies, bringing it all to sizzle. “When two people love each other very much… Wait, did I say two? I meant three. Or more. No judgments as long as everyone’s all in. All in! Ha! Pun intended.”
Asher continued to amuse himself at my expense, but after my night of total ecstasy, the annoying incubus couldn’t bring me down.
I offered him a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry you’re hurting right now, Ash. Dry spells can be rough. But it’s not you. It’s them. Most likely.”
Asher bristled. “Dry spell? Speak for yourself.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I sipped my coffee, grinning behind my mug.
“I’mnotin a dry spell,” he insisted. “I’m just… selective.”
“Ofcourseyou are.”
“You know, it’s not that easy to just—”
“Asher?” I joined him at the stove, placing my hand flat against his bare chest. His heart hammered beneath my touch. “I need to tell you something. It’s important.”
Fingers gripping the spatula, Asher swallowed hard, ignoring the pan of eggs sizzling behind us. “Yeah?”
I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his ear, and his heartbeat kicked up a notch.
“Whatever you do,” I whispered, enjoying the smattering of goosebumps that rose along the back of his neck. “Don’t. Burn. The bacon.”
The crunch of a car rolling up the long gravel driveway was a symphony to my ears, and I set down my mug and headed for the front door, leaving Asher gaping like a fish, his mind casting for a comeback that just wouldn’t come.
The guys were loaded down with grocery bags, so while Asher worked out his issues at the stove, I helped unload the car and put away the goods. Most of it was essentials—food and alcohol—but there was also a big bag overflowing with what I could only describe as girly gear.
“What is all this stuff?” I asked.
“It’s for you,querida,” Emilio said. “We didn’t know what you normally used and Ronan didn’t want to rifle through your bathroom drawers. We just got a little of everything.”
He wasn’t exaggerating. I found several bottles of shampoo and conditioners, hot oil treatments, a curly hair mask, moisturizers for day and night, peppermint foot lotion, a bunch of makeup for all different skin types, hair accessories, shower gel in every fruity combination, a shower poof, and a back scrubber thingy that looked like a bunch of shower poofs sewn together with a loop on each end.
I hadn’t even finished digging through the bag yet, and there was already a big fat lump in my throat. Maybe bath and beauty products were a silly thing to get excited about, but no one had ever done anything like that for me before. Until that moment, my entire beauty routine had been built around whatever was on sale and didn’t smell like someone’s grandma vomiting up rose petals.
This felt like a luxury, and it’d been a long time since I’d gotten one of those.
Catching the shine of emotion in my eyes, Emilio frowned. “We can get something different if that’s not—”
