Page 55 of My Undead Love Life

Mad froze with his hands covering his swelling dick. “Spencer,” he said carefully. “Are you sure you’re good with this?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the sudden awareness of their eyes and the cold air touching nearly every inch of my skin. “I trust you three. The checks are for safety, and you’ve accommodated me for long enough. It’s fine.”

Their gazes flicked around the store, settling on everything but me. They were trying so hard not to stare that it would have been funny if I hadn’t felt so exposed.

“So, here it goes.” I lifted my arms and slowly turned in place. The tile was freezing beneath my bare feet, and I fought the urge to cover myself.

Their attention moved over me slowly. It wasn’t crude or alarming, but they were still men.

Heat crept into my cheeks as I finished turning.

“Clear,” all three of them said at once.

I crouched to grab my bra and panties, acutely aware that bending over probably hadn’t helped the situation. I pulled them on quickly before turning back around.

They were still staring.

“Um, guys?”

Luck abruptly grabbed a pillow from the bed and held it in front of his erection. “I’m so sorry. It was an uncontrollable reaction!”

Oxi crossed his hands low over his body, attempting to look casual but failing. “We, ah, haven’t seen a naked woman in a long time. Please, forgive us. I promise we weren’t staring at you sexually.”

Mad blinked several times before clearing his throat. His cock had grown to the point his hands couldn’t hide it anymore. “Oxi,” he said hoarsely. “Turn.”

Oxi coughed into his fist before he started to slowly turn around, arms up.

The three of us checked him. I made a struggling effort to keep my attention clinical, but seeing the tight muscles of his back and the curve of his ass made that considerably more difficult. Not to mention his clearly at-attention male body part.

“Clear,” Luck, Mad, and I said.

Oxi pulled his boxers back on and immediately reached for a blanket, wrapping it around his waist.

Luck was next. He kept the pillow pressed over his front until Mad snatched it away.

“We have to check you,” Mad reminded him.

“I know that,” Luck muttered. “I’m waiting for an inconvenient problem to resolve itself before I’m irredeemable to Spencer.”

My face burned hotter.

Oxi stared determinedly at the wall. “The cold should help.”

“It’s not helping fast enough.”

Despite everything, a laugh escaped me.

Luck looked at me, and his embarrassed expression cracked into a sheepish grin. “I’m glad my suffering amuses you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“I’m a little sorry.”

Once Luck managed to turn without trying to hide himself, we checked him quickly.

Mad went last, his jaw tight as he turned. His problem wasn’t fixing itself either.