I flipped onto my hands and knees, ass waving in the air in an invitation for him to plow me. After a quick kiss to my ass cheeks and a tickle to my hole, Jay did just that.
Chapter Three
Jay
Scotty was still in the shower when the doorbell rang, so I threw on a satin bathrobe—one of the three I had in my closet—and put one on the bed for Scotty. I went to the door and checked the peephole. It was Brok and Er’on.
I opened the door with a smile. “Did we interrupt you?” Er’on studied me for a moment before they looked away, their face flushing.
“No. I wouldn’t have answered if you were interrupting anything. Let me throw on some clothes. You wanna wait inside. It’s chilly out.”
“No need, General. We can get your things inside. Where shall we put them?” Er’on looked eager to please.
“Uh, just put them against that wall. I’ll be right back.”
I hurried back to the bedroom, where Scotty stood by the bed in a towel, studying the bathrobe. “Whose was this?” The scowl on his face was cute.
“It’s mine. My mother went through a weird gift phase, and I got three silk bathrobes with matching pajamas for Christmas and my birthday one year. As you know, I sleep au naturelle. The pajamas are in the dresser if you’d rather have them.”
I kissed his cheek and went to my closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweater. “Er’on and Brok are here with our stuff. I’ll go help them if you want to take a nap. I’ll join you when they leave.”
Scotty dropped the towel, and my mind went in an entirely different direction. “I think we need to start looking for Asmodeus before he can do any damage. We should also cover our bases and check in with Jonas. He’ll have sensed anything dangerous entering the Human Realm. It probably wouldn’t hurt to check the portal at Dearly & Son.”
I was about to say, “Okay, after we fuck,” but Scotty went to the closet and grabbed some clothes. He came out in a pair of briefs that would haunt my mind all day. He smirked at me as he pulled on black jeans and a black Henley. He looked good enough to eat.
Skilled fingers quickly braided his long hair behind him, and then Scotty sat on the bed to pull on his boots. “I thought you were going to help Brok and Er’on.”
The fog cleared from my mind as I blinked away the fantasy of slowly relieving him of his clothes and running my tongue over the bulky muscles on his body. I missed the days when we stayed in bed all day during our bonding.
“I’m going. I’m going.” I hustled out of the bedroom to see Brok and Er’on rushing around, opening the boxes to put our things away. That could wait.
“Where’s Beelz? I really need to talk to him.”
“Prince Beelzebub is at a bar with Mistress Lilith. They’re waiting for us to finish here so we can take the prince home.” Er’on didn’t stop moving the whole time they spoke.
“Well, go get him. Bring her too. There’s a problem we all need to discuss. Why didn’t he hang around here to wait for us?”
Er’on giggled. “The prince said he didn’t want to be within earshot of the two of you because he was sure you’d be having sex.”
Brok chuckled. “He said, ‘No way do I wanna hear those two fucking. They givemedirty thoughts.’ Then he laughed.”
“Does he have a uh...?” I circled my index finger and thumb like a hole and pushed my other index finger through it to simulate sex. It was a crass gesture, but it was effective.
Er’on blushed. “The prince has many concubines.”
I laughed. “I bet. Okay. Go get him. We’ll be here. Assure him we’ll be fully clothed when he arrives.”
Brok looked at Er’on. “Please go collect the prince. I’ll help the general unload the boxes.”
Er’on bowed and hurried out, gently closing the door behind them. I turned to Brok, seeing a concerned expression. “Is there something on your mind, Brok?” Might as well get everything out in the open.
“Asmodeus has lied to the prince about things before, but lying about mating with a child of Nyx is a grave offense. Fathering a child with Apate will be quite upsetting to Lucifer. I’m worried my prince will feel I’ve let him down by not having the information. If I disappoint Prince Beelzebub, it will be a burden I cannot bear. Gremon phoned while we were on our way here and said Lycus believes you to be a liar. He said Asmodeus has never laid with Apate.” Brok hung his head, almost as though he were ashamed of something.
“All demons lie, Brok. Why are you upset about this? I’ll explain it to Beelz. Everything’s gonna be fine.” I wasn’t worried.
He glanced up to stare at me through his lashes. “If Asmodeus didn’t impregnate Apate, then one of the other princes did, and we may be misjudging Asmodeus. Master Lucifer will kill Vagar’s father. If Asmodeus is not the father and Lucifer ends him, I will have failed Prince Beelzebub.”
“This sounds like a bad television show.” Scotty stepped into the room in all his angelic glory. I really was a lucky man.
