“Uh,” I hesitate, and Thomas gently nudges me.
“You should go. Have fun,” he says.
“Yeah.” I force a smile. “I’m still on for it.”
“Great!” Gemma says. “And if you guys want to come, I have no problem with it whatsoever. As long as you don’t mind me being the third wheel. Fourth wheel, I think? I mean, if you guys are all…sorry. I’m getting too nosey again.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “And yes, we are.”
She sweeps her eyes over the twins and then leans in close to me, smiling. “You are lucky. Here I am trying to get one guy who’s not a total loser, and your ‘boyfriend’ isn’t even a guy. It’s two.”
I laugh, not sure at all how to proceed. Gemma seems like a progressive person, and society is more accepting of people living out of the norm, but coming across relationships like this still throws people for a loop.
Just wait until she finds out I have two more boyfriends.
“I’ll see you later,” I say, giving Gil a gentle tug. The bad feeling in the pit of my stomach starts to form, making my fight-or-flight response kick in. There’s nothing around me to fight, and while I hate running away from anything that frightens me, I know enough to listen to that voice in the back of my head.
“Are you okay, Ace?” Thomas asks after we’ve put some distance between us and Gemma. “You’re tense again.”
“I feel better now. Did you get a weird feeling around her?”
“No.” Gil turns around, looking at the little group one more time before we cross a street and head out of sight. “Did you?”
“Yeah. They were staring at you.”
“Well, we are rather handsome. Me more than my brother,” Thomas says with a smirk.
“You guys are mirror images of each other,” I retort, hardly able to keep the smile off my face. Something weird is going on, but they’re still able to put me at ease and make me laugh.
“That hurts, Ace,” Gil says. “I thought we were close enough now for you to see the small differences between us. And realize thatI’mthe better-looking one.” He leans in, lips against my ear. “With a bigger cock.”
It would be so easy to laugh and squirm against him, to tell him I need to feel his cock inside me to make that call, and have them compete in bed for who can satisfy me the best. But that damn voice won’t shut the fuck up.
“I’m sure they were thinking about how they’d love to strip you down and get dirty, but there was something else. It’s like they know who you are.”
“You meanwhatwe are.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah. Gemma is into New Age shit and says she’s communicated with spirits. I know a lot of those people who practice Wicca don’t actually have powers, but do you think any of them do?”
“I’m sure of it,” Gil says. “Your powers are probably above and beyond, but we’ve encountered a few witches in our day who were able to bend energy in their favor.”
“Shit,” I mumble, and pull my car keys from my purse.
“Ace.” Thomas stops me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to him. “Relax. Maybe they could sense some magic, but come on, do you really think they jumped to the conclusion that your two incredibly sexy boyfriends are really thousand-year-old Templar Knights who were cursed for the death of a Pagan’s daughter who put love spells on a young, impressionable priest?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what they’re thinking.”
Thomas laughs. “You’re impossible sometimes, Ace, and I love that about you.” Before I can protest, he cups my face and kisses me hard and deep. “Feel better?” he asks when he pulls away.
“Yes, thank you.”
“You can thank me again later.” He winks and takes my hand. “Let’s go home.”
* * *
“How are you feeling?”I ask Jacques as soon as I step into the house. I take off my shoes and set the bag of takeout we picked up on the way home on the living room coffee table. He sets his book down and gets up, eyes glimmering when he sees me.
“Much better, thanks to you.” He strides over, grabs me tight around the waist, and plants a big kiss on my lips.
