I think of all the times Gideon has had my back, and a lump forms in my throat. I swallow around it and meet his eyes. They flash golden as he looks at me.
“I never saved room, Cal. The space was always yours.”
Gideon speaks like it’s chiseled in stone or a basic fact of life. Like the sky is blue and I belong with him. Without making a big deal about it, he tosses his arm over my shoulder and steers me toward the kitchen.
“Now, come on. We need to eat and figure out what to do about the parents.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
SHEENA
Ican't believeI agreed to this. It’s been almost a week since Gideon and I made things official, and ever since, I've been letting my rules slide to give this relationship a real shot at success. Now I'm buckled into the back seat of their SUV on the way to meet their parents, which even after half a dozen conversations, feels like an insane thing to do.
Maybe I've lost my mind.
The back tire hits a bump, jostling me.
Maybe it was just all the good sex.
Blood rushes to my face. I wonder if I’ll ever stop blushing when I think about the intimate details of my sex life. It would be easier if I could be more brazen about the entire thing, especially since I want to take that step with Callum too.
I squirm against the leather seats as I picture it. I mean—he's an actual sex demon, so I’m sure it will be phenomenal. Part of me worries I won’t be able to keep up, or that he’ll be disappointed. Another part of me can't wait to roll up my sleeves, drop my panties, and give it my best shot.
A month ago, I was in the middle of a yearlong dry spell with no interest in changing that. Now, I'm counting the minutes until I end up on my back again.
“What are you thinking about?” Callum asks, looking at me in the rearview mirror with a knowing grin.
“You know exactly what she's thinking about.” Gideon jumps in before I can answer. “And if she keeps it up, I’m going to wreck this car or pull over to join her in the back seat.”
He growls at me, and the sound immediately makes me wet. I cross my legs.
“How can you possibly know what I'm thinking?” I go on the defensive. “You can't read my mind... Can you?”
“No, Sheena.” Callum snorts. “But I can sense lust, and Gideon is basically an animal. My nose is nowhere near as sensitive as his, and even I can smell you.”
Oh. That's mortifying.
“Let's change the subject,” I demand, trying unsuccessfully to get my arousal under control. “Actually, let’s just go back home. I don't feel sick at all. This is completely unnecessary.”
“I promise they will love you.”
Gideon sounds sincere, but I don't share his optimism.
“You can't know that. I'm broke and broken—not exactly the kind of girl you take home to meet your parents.” Both of them start to argue, but I hold up my hand and cut them off. “Then, if they decide to be cool with the fact that I have nothing to offer... We’re just going to tell them their precious sons have to share me? I wouldn't be surprised if they throw me out.”
“You're not broken,” Callum whispers gently. “You're one of the strongest people I know.”
“And they won't give a shit about the sharing,” Gideon says, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “My mom already thinks I'm bending Cal over every night.”
“Wait. Why would she assume you're always on top?” Callum turns to him, laughing. “I'm an incubus demon for fuck’s sake.”
“Right. If you wanted it, all you’d have to do is ask,” Gideon teases, glancing at Callum in the passenger seat, then looking back at the road.
I'm not sure if he caught it or not, but I could swear Callum’s black eyes turned a shade darker at the suggestion. I don't blame him. The thought of the two of them together makes my desire come roaring back to life. I curse both of them as I shift in my seat.
“Someone likes that idea.”
