And how do I say that without pissing her off more?
“Well, I don’t keep tabs on everyone’s sexual conquests, Red. But… yeah, some of us have shared before.”
She sits up straighter, eyes narrowing into a glower as her invisible tendrils bleed black.
Oh shit. I’m instantly hard.
“Oh, so this is just the norm for you guys? Having multiple lovers.” Her voice turns acidic on that word. “What’s the deal then? Do you share partners? Have one each? Take turns? Rotate?”
She snaps out a bitter laugh, and the shadows lurch forwards.
“Or do you have multipleeach? One for every day of the week? What day would I fall on?” Her jaw locks, irises spiking with black. Then, through her teeth, she grinds out, “Hypothetically.”
She’s so fucking hot.
The others would probably say something fancy like ‘enthralling’ or ‘entrancing’, one of those. Am I in a trance? Fuck yeah, I am. I could spend eternity memorising all of her emotions and all the expressions those emotions create.
But now’s not the time. I need to be good. I need to ground her before her darkness spins out of control.
Unfortunately.
I lean forwards, force myself out of the trance and pull our entwined hands into my lap.
I soften my voice. “That’s a lot of questions, Red, and I’ll try my best to answer them all, I promise. But I need you to rein it in a little, okay?” I cast a glance over the shadows, then her dark tendrils slithering over her skin. “Can you do that for me?”
She follows my gaze, and seems to agree because there’s a flicker in the shadows.
I take a deep breath. This is it. Now is my time to prove myself, to try and soothe my girl, show her I’m not a dickhead all the time.
That I can be useful.
“Julien and I have shared before,” I say, watching some coils flicker into darkness again. “But we’d only share someone once. It was always casual, never meant anything.”
Okay, hard bit out of the way, but her eyes are still like little scarlet daggers.
“But the brothers? I’ve honestly no clue, Red. I’ve never seen either of them with someone, and we don’t really talk aboutthis kinda thing together. Never had any need to, until…” I let my words trail off, and her sharp eyes latch onto my mouth.
“But there’s four of you,” she repeats, still staring at my mouth and I’m finding it awfully hard to remember Imaginary Julien telling me to be patient. Then her gaze darts back to mine. “I—One wouldn’t be enough. You’d need… others.”
Oh.
Our girl really has no idea.
My lips slip into an easy smile that makes her scowl.
“You don’t like that thought, do you, Red?” I tease, her gaze narrowing even more. “You don’t like imagining us with others.”
Her eyes flash scarlet red, ringed by burnt edges, and her voice lowers, edged with gritty darkness. “I’m not imagining anything.”
Fuck yeah, she is.
“You’re hot when you’re hypothetically jealous, Red.”
Her eyes and mouth pop open, but I never stop smiling. My baby is jealous because she fucking wants us and she knows it.
“Jealous?” She scoffs, shaking her head. “Jealous? We’re friends, remember? Why would I be jealous of you having… of the four of you needing…” She can’t finish her sentence, eyes drilling holes into her coffee cup.
And I. Am. Ecstatic.
