Page 41 of Vameer

And sitting, knees bent, legs spread, facing the trio of humans, my robe falls open.

“Holy—” Grace slaps a hand over her mouth with a squeak, her gaze locked on my lap.

Then she slaps her other hand over her eyes.

Jack makes a choked sound as Alex whispers something about the gods.

I glance down.

Ah, yes. My dick.

I pull the sides of my robe back together, covering my lap.

Physical vampire resilience, my Fire Touch, and gravito that knows how to protect me in almost any situation, means that I’m usually the best person to send into a burning building.

I’ve walked through flames more times than I can recall. Walked out naked more times than not.

You stop being shy after the hundredth time.

But I know how some humans can be about nudity.

And knowing my mate is out there…I don’t want another female to see me. Especially since I was recently thinking of my mate with desire, and my cock hasn’t forgotten.

“Lo siento.” I move my knees so they’re closer together.

Grace starts to shake. Hands still in place. And I begin to worry, until I realize she is trying not to laugh.

“Grace,” Jack whispers.

“Sorry.” Grace keeps her hand over her eyes until she spins to face the other way. “Sorry.” The word trembles with humor.

I do not understand what is funny.

Jack holds up a hand to me, then goes to stand beside Grace.

“Gracie.” He’s trying to whisper, but he’s still loud enough to hear. And I don’t miss the way his tone is also full of humor.

I look down at my covered lap.

She leans her forehead against his shoulder. “Did you see how big it was?”

“Grace!” Jack sounds like he’s also trying not to laugh. “Get yourself together, woman.” He presses a hand to her back. “It wasn’t that big.”

Alex snorts. “Bluffer.”

Jack looks over his girl to his friend. “I didn’t look, pervert.”

“Uh-huh.” Alex smirks.

Grace mumbles something as she steps away, and Jack turns back to me, extending his arm, his hand clenched in a fist. “For real, though.”

I look at his hand. “Do you need me to show you how to punch?”

“What?” He looks down at his hand, then back up at me. “No, boss. This is a fist bump.” He nods down at his hand. “Tap your fist to mine.”

“Why?”

His smile doesn’t dim. “It’s like a high five. They have those back in your day?”