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“We couldn’t exactly ask Petra to come over today. We have been hiding when she comes to clean, and it doesn’t look hard to cook a roast, the oven does the cooking.”
“If you say so. I can burn water so I’m not a good judge on how hard it is.”
Davis drops a kiss on my forehead, then they both leave to start dinner and I take a shower, making sure that I shave and wash everything. Having so many guys and so much sex, I like to keep on top of being smooth. I still think that I’m insane for demanding we be together, but in my defence I was mad and spewing words from my damn mouth before I thought them over. Will we all stay together after we take down Mr. Z? Maybe not. I can’t imagine what it would be like for all of them to have to share me.Maybe I need a few sister wives.As soon as I think it, my gut pools with jealousy even thinking about another woman touching what is mine. This is fucked. I need to ask Brennan how I get a hold of my medical records, the ones that contain my abilities. How it's possible to be connected to so many people and why. Why two teams, what experiment is he really trying out here?
I know Mr. Z originally told Team Zeus that their sixth died at birth and that fits the timeline for when my mother lost her first child. But that child was not like us. What was the original experiment? I need some answers.
Once I’m dressed in a cute Tupac T-shirt dress, a messy bun and a pair of ankle socks, I make my way downstairs. The smell of garlic in the air makes my stomach rumble.
All of the guys are seated at the table, presents piled on top. It’s been awhile since anyone bought me anything. A foster parent here and there may have gotten me something small. The one friend I had never knew when my birthday was, nor did the boyfriend I had for a short amount of time. I never wanted to celebrate a birthday without Trace. Those thoughts send a pang of sadness to my gut, and I beeline for Trace. I now remember all of my birthdays before I went away, but just knowing Trace is here makes this so much better.
I climb into his lap, getting comfortable as his arms wrap around me. “Are you ready to open your presents?” he asks, his words fanning across my neck making me shiver.
“Hell yes.”
Trace picks up the gift directly in front of him and hands it to me. I rip it open and squeal when I see a bright blue furby. “I always wanted one of these, Mr. Z would never let me have toys.”
“I know, you would always ask me to sneak you to the toy store to try and find a blue one just like this. We could have gotten in so much shit for straying off course, but you always had us wrapped around your little finger.”
“I love it.”
Marlow hands me his gift next and I find a handful of brand new shirts. “Since you keep stealing mine.”
I pick one up and smell it and it smells just like him. He knows why I kept his shirt and I always wondered why it never lost its smell.
Chester is next; he slides his gift across the table. It’s a framed hand drawn picture of us in bed, the sheet draped over my body covering the fun parts. Chester is naked but angled so his junk isn’t in the picture. I smile up at him. “You’re so damn talented.”
“Me next,” Davis says, as he gets up and brings my present to me. I unwrap it and laugh, it’s a jar of blue M&M’s. “Now you have no excuse to steal mine.” A tear runs down my face at the memory of the funeral. “Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset.” I wipe the tear from my cheek. “I’m just happy that you’re not dead, but you can bet your ass that I’m still going to take the blue ones.”
Davis laughs and shakes his head. It’s nice to see him not so snappy and uptight; he has done a personality 180.
“Stop hogging her,” Laughn demands, reaching over the table and handing me my gift. I open the small box and see a heart necklace with a red liquid inside.
“It’s so beautiful,” I breathe in awe.
“It’s my blood,” he says matter of factly. “I like seeing it on you.”
“Thank you.” I’m not in the least bit surprised by his gift. It wouldn’t be Laughn if there was no weird.
Boston is next to hand his gift to me. His box is larger than the rest so far. I shake it and whatever it is thumps around inside–at least it’s not breakable. I hold it to my ear next. “No ticking so it’s not a bomb.”
“Just open it,” he says followed by a smirk. I rip away the paper and my eyes go wide. I open the box and it’s a bright red pair of Jordans identical to his and in my size.
“Now I don’t need you to fuck me in these, I can fuck you in them.”
Kai laughs. “Pegging is all the rage these days.”
Boston's eyes widen, and a look of disgust crosses his face. “You’re not sticking anything in my ass.”
“Come on, be a sport. Imagine me naked with just these on and a big dildo strapped to my front.” Boston shakes his head no and we all crack up laughing.
Creed is next to hand me his gift. “Tanjoubi omedetou.”
“Will you stop with the Japanese? You know that we don’t speak that language,” Boston snaps.
“That’s exactly why I do it.” Creed throws back.
