True Destiny, Tome 1 : Very Much Alive

Logan rounded the corner to the kitchen to find Kir and Jordan in the kitchen. “Put it down.”

The two started, looking towards him, guilt written all over their faces. “What?”

“If I have one more slice of pizza I’m going to start singing Sinatra songs.”

Kir winced. Jordan stared at him curiously. “His singing voice sucks.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Out of my kitchen, people. I’ll cook.”

Jordan moved as quickly as she could out of his way. “Yum.”

Kir sighed and followed her. “We could have spent this time cuddling, you know.”

Logan tipped Kir’s chin up and gave him a quick kiss. “Stop pouting, babe.” He grinned down at his lover. “Jordan does it better.”

“I heard that!”

Logan snorted. The girl had a set of lungs on her that would do a drill sergeant proud, a trait she and her sister seemed to share. However, the pain still in her voice was driving him mad. “Sit your pretty ass down and let me take care of the food, okay?”

“Asshole,” he heard her mutter.

“Later, dear.”

Logan looked at Kir in shock, not surprised to see the same expression on Kir’s face. The twin echo of their reply still hung in the air as Jordan made her way back into the kitchen, practically snarling at the two of them.

She shook her finger at them, wincing a little with the movement. “I heard that! You two are a god-damn menace.”

She shook her head and left the kitchen, still muttering to herself as he and Kir started to laugh.

“Go make sure our girl stays put, would you?” Logan patted Kir’s ass as he made his way out of the kitchen. He could hear them talking softly, Kir’s voice low and soothing as he probably apologized for the comments in the kitchen.

“Oh, God.”

The low, throaty moan caught his undivided attention.

“Just a little to the right. Oh, yeah. Right there.”

He stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen and peeked into the living room. He could see the top of Kir’s head and his broad shoulders as he moved sinuously over what had to be

Jordan lying on the sofa. Kir had his shirt off, all those muscles gleaming in the light coming in from the bank of windows.

Logan swallowed hard as another long, throaty moan sounded from the unseen Jordan. The look of sheer pleasure on Kir’s face wasn’t helping, either. “Just fucking kill me now, people.”

Kir looked up, a wicked grin on his face. “Jordan’s sore.”

“Kir’s got the most incredible hands I’ve ever felt.”

He moved around the sofa to see Jordan sprawled boneless, face down on the sofa, her head pillowed in her arms. An expression of agonized bliss graced her face. She, too, was shirtless, clothes having become something of an optional accessory in the last week.

He knelt by her head and waited for her eyes to open. When she smiled at him, all sleepy and sensuous, he damn near came in his jeans. He leaned forward, sipping at her lips in gentle bites until she moaned and let him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” She sank even further into the sofa with a contented sigh. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her again, long, slow and langorous. He loved the feel of her moving under Kir’s hands while he made love to her mouth.

She broke the kiss with a soft sigh. “Do you know something I’ve always wanted to do but didn’t have the guts to try?”

I can think of about a dozen things I’d love to teach you that you’ve never tried, little girl. Logan shook his head. “No. What?”

“Mmm.” She practically purred as Kir stroked her back. “Cooking.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kir’s hands stop. He wasn’t surprised at all when all three of them whimpered.

“Cooking?”

“My mom is a really good cook, but I could never pick up the knack.” She shifted under Kir, wiggling her ass against his jean-clad erection. Kir’s swift intake of breath was swiftly followed by his shudder. “You’re a fucking fabulous cook.” The way she moaned fabulous had Logan practically panting.

The little tease.

She opened those sleepy eyes again and he was lost. “So, will you teach me?”

Logan knew she was manipulating him, but right at that moment he didn’t care. If she wanted to play, that was fine by him. The time for playing was almost over. She accepted their hands on her skin, their kisses and touches, with ease. All she had left to do was accept their hearts, and if teasing and provoking them helped her do that, then bring it on.

Kir climbed off Jordan’s back. “I’m going to go take a shower.” He left, limping, more than likely hobbled by the erection Jordan had caused.

She wrinkled her nose. “I know cleanliness is next to godliness, but don’t you guys take it a little too far?”

There really was no way to answer that, so he stood up. “Kitchen, you little tease.”

“Oh, baby. Pass me the spatula.” She stood, needing only a little help, and practically dragged him to the kitchen.

What the hell am I doing?

Jordan watched as Logan chopped onions, noting the ease with which he did so. His hands moved with confidence, his big body relaxed as he chatted with her. Even his erection didn’t seem to bother him any, much to her surprise.

How do I tell him it’s bothering the hell out of me? The urge to throw both men down on the floor and have her wicked way with them was getting stronger as she got better. She so desperately wanted a taste of them she was about ready to die if she didn’t get it soon.

She couldn’t quite figure out what had come over her back in the living room. Accepting Kir’s offer of a massage had been totally innocent, but once he’d gotten his hands on her, she couldn’t resist teasing them both. Hearing Logan moving into the room had just added fuel to the fire. It had become one of her favorite hobbies of late, watching the two men squirm.

She felt so comfortable around them both, like she could just let go and fly, and they’d be there to catch her when she came back down. There wasn’t anyone else she felt that way about, and it still had the power to frighten her.

She knew they were using her recovery time to win her over, and she also knew she was allowing it. If she wanted to leave, she knew she could, godly powers be damned. While they would try to persuade her otherwise they wouldn’t try to stop her. No, she was staying as much for herself as for them. She wanted to see where this would lead, even if that meant she’d wind up with two men in her heart and her life.

And who the hell am I kidding? They’re already there. She might lie to others, but she’d learned a long time ago not to lie to herself.

“And then I said, suck my cock, and he did.”

Huh?

Jordan took her gaze off of his hands (and his dick) to see Logan smirking at her.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said?”

Well, I heard ‘suck my cock’, but somehow I don’t think it’s wise to mention that. “Maybe?” She grinned and batted her lashes at him.

Logan snorted. “Right.” He patted her on her rear. “Get me the green, yellow and red peppers out of the fridge, will you, sweetheart?”

She got the peppers, glad when she heard the water stop. “Are you going to take a shower now?”

Logan grunted. “Fucking tease.”

She giggled as she dropped the peppers next to the onion.

The tangy smell of chili was beginning to fill the air as Kir came into the kitchen. He gave each of them an absent peck on the lips before lifting the lid off the pot. “Chili? Cool.” He turned to Logan and bit his lip. “Shower’s all yours.”

Jordan couldn’t help it. “You keep rubbin’ at it it’s gonna fall off.”

She heard Logan choke on the beer he’d just opened.

She squeaked as Kir pushed her up against the countertop and took her lips in a wild, erotic kiss that curled her toes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m a fertility god.” He leaned forward just enough so that the next words were whispered against her lips, arching his hips so that his erection brushed against her in light, teasing strokes. “It’s not going to fall off.” He pulled away from her, winked, and sauntered out of the kitchen.

“Damn.” She locked her knees to stop from hitting the floor.

“Amen.” Logan leaned against the counter next to her, peering around to watch Kir as he sat at the dinette table. “My turn to get squeaky clean.” He leaned in for his own kiss, and

Jordan couldn’t resist accepting him any more than she could have resisted Kir.

She pulled away from the kiss with a low laugh. “You are both so bad.”

“Mm, but you love us anyway.” It was his turn to saunter off, arrogance written all over his stride.

Damn. She hated it when arrogant men were right.