“How about we go to bed right now?”
“I have such a smart mate.” Jon laughed when Barion hoisted him up in a fireman’s carry. He almost didn’t realize they were going through a slice in time and space before he was dumped on the mattress. Why is Matt Smith staring at the sheet? Jon took the pillow to turn it around, but Barion snatched it from his hands.
“What?”
“I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. I think he’s judgmental.”
Jon looked at his mate then at the pillow in his hands. From there, his gaze wandered to the second pillow with Karen Gillan, who was right side up.
“She approves,” Barion grumbled.
“And Matt Smith doesn’t?”
“You should have seen him yesterday!”
Jon held up his hands in surrender. He didn’t think this was an argument he was going to win, and besides, he had more important things on his mind—like sexy fun times with his mate. “Do with him whatever you want.”
He hoped Matt Smith would forgive him, but a zombie had to have priorities. Jon watched as Barion tossed the pillow on the ground before he blanketed Jon with his huge body. Yes, priorities.
Chapter Fourteen
Barion was ready for a little post-coital nap with his gorgeous mate when he heard somebody knocking at the door of the apartment. Jon sighed against his pecs, the soft breeze creating a tingle on Barion’s scales.
“I don’t want to get up.”
The knocking sounded again, more insistent.
“Then don’t. Whoever it is will come back later.”
The knocking took on a faster pace.
“Are you sure?” Jon buried his face deeper in Barion’s scales.
“Absolu”—a rip appeared in thin air and Dre stepped through, Sammy hot on his heels—“tely. They will just invite themselves in,” he added drily.
Jon sat up quickly, the blanket fell down to his hips, revealing his glorious torso. Sammy and Dre stared wide-eyed for a moment, then Sammy squealed and threw himself onto the bed to give Jon a hug.
“Ooooh, is this what I think it is?”
Jon looked a bit overwhelmed. His arms had closed around Sammy’s back automatically without his usual hesitancy.
“Uh, I don’t know what you think it is?”
Dre looked as if he were constipated. Barion knew that look and, sure enough, the lecture ensued. “If I remember correctly, I told you to talk to Jon and see where things would go. I never mentioned biting.”
Barion felt his scales heating, which elicited a purring sound from Jon, who was pressed more tightly against Barion’s chest by Sammy’s weight. Jon’s expression of happiness made Dre roll his eyes—he’s such a diva—and Sammy squealed happily again.
“I admit that I got carried away.” Barion was very proud of himself for delivering this line with a straight face.
“Carried away? Making a cake and eating all the dough is being carried away. Biting your sex-partner on your very first encounter is something else entirely! It was the first encounter, wasn’t it? Why am I even asking? I need bleach for my brain. My baby brother—”
“Dre, beloved, it’s fine.” Sammy leaned away from Jon, thus relieving the weight on Barion’s chest a bit, to stroke Dre’s arm in a soothing manner. “You knew Barion had a sex life.”
“But there was never any proof!” Dre wailed.
“Now he’s tainted, like…like…”
“Like you?” Barion couldn’t resist.
