I could do that. Did that mean I’d never bring it up? No. I probably would, if only to get on this man’s nerves… kind of like how I could bring it up to Kieran to get on his nerves. Oh, yeah, things were going to be weird and complicated, so much more complicated than they already were, but I didn’t think any of us were going to back down.
No, the time for backing down had passed a long time ago. Now it was only time for acceptance. Acceptance, and, if you were me, lots and lots of cock.
Chapter Twenty-Four – Laina
I didn’t know how long Jason and I were awake, but eventually we must’ve fallen asleep. The sun was peeking in through the windows on the far side of the room when I was woken up by someone saying, “There you are. What do you want for breakfast?”
My eyelids cracked open just in time to watch Kieran stroll around the couch. I was on top of Jason, who apparently was awake already if his alert expression meant anything. Hopefully he’d heard Kieran coming and tucked away his cock while I was blissfully dozing off.
Anyway, when Kieran walked around that couch and saw I was on top of Jason, he froze. His dark eyes widened, then squinted, then widened again—and then he turned away from us and started to dry heave in a fashion you could only describe as stupidly theatrical.
The man wasn’t actually throwing up. He was just trying to make a point.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kieran deadpanned, trying to wave it off. “I’m just… I’m suddenly feeling the need to vomit, for some strange reason.”
I had to roll my eyes at him as I got off of Jason. I sat up, and Jason was up beside me momentarily. “Stop being dramatic,” I told him, watching as he went to collapse in a recliner a good ten feet away. No way in hell would he join us on this sectional.
“Dramatic? I don’t know anyone who’s being dramatic. I just walked in to find my girl on my dad, so, yeah, I’m going to burn my eyes out now. Thanks for that.” No one could give sarcasm quite like him, it was true.
Fang appeared before I had the chance to respond to Kieran, and unlike him, he didn’t gag or act ridiculous when he saw mesitting side-by-side with Jason on the couch. No, in fact, Fang only grinned and came to sit on my other side, giving me a kiss on the lips even though I was pretty damn sure I was sporting some morning breath.
Was cock breath a thing? Whatever. Either way, Fang didn’t mind at all. He said, “Good morning, Princess.”
“Uh, Fang? If you don’t mind, I’m having an existential crisis over here,” Kieran said.
Fang glanced at him. “I’m sorry. Do you need a kiss, too?” When he asked that, I couldn’t help but chuckle, which I promptly had to hide. I was fairly sure I heard Jason chuckle, too.
Kieran did not find it so amusing. He frowned. “The only time I would ever need a kiss from you is if I’m drowning and you’re the only person in a mile that could give me CPR. Even then, I don’t think I’d be the same after, so no. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“How about a hug?” Fang suggested.
The other man still didn’t find it amusing. “No. I don’t know what kind ofFull Houseepisode you think this is, but a hug can’t fix an existential crisis.”
“I don’t know,” Fang said, glancing at me. His silver eyes radiated a warmth that made me blush. “I think a hug can fix a lot of things.” Though I was trapped in his metallic gaze, I still heard Kieran groan.
Kieran hopped up. “You know, actually, instead of being in here, with all that going on—” He gestured to Fang, me, and Jason. “—I’m going to join Mike in the kitchen. Maybe he can teach me how to make pancakes without burning the first one.” He hurriedly left the living room, icked out.
Icked out but still here. Still my Kieran, my Devil.
“So,” Fang started, that twinkle in his eyes only growing, “long night last night?”
Even though he wasn’t judging me, I still felt a prickle of heat in my cheeks, and that prickle of heat was only made worse when Jason coughed and looked at me. Both men waited for an answer.
In the end, all I said was, “You could say that. I, uh, couldn’t sleep, so I wandered down here. Jason was still up. I crashed his little party of one.”
Fang must’ve found it amusing, because he flashed his silver fangs in response. “As much as I wish you would’ve woken me up, I understand. Now, I do believe Kieran was serious about pancakes, so if you’d like something different, tell me and I’ll be your messenger.”
“Pancakes are fine,” I said with a shrug. “I’m not really hungry.” Which was insane, considering how late I was up last night. As it had been the last few days, eating was the last thing on my mind.
Jason and Fang said the exact same thing at once: “You should eat.”
Well, how could I argue when I was clearly outnumbered?
Pancakes it was.
Hours later, everyone was in the living room. We had the local station on the TV. Online, my dad’s funeral arrangements were being made, and it looked like his funeral would be this upcoming Saturday. One full week after his murder. It both felt like too soon and not soon enough.
Tessa was arranging it. She was taking any opportunity to be in the spotlight, playing the grieving widow perfectly.
