He shouldered open the French doors to the balcony, walked out, heaved Remy over his head—and threw. Him. Off.
Fuck. He really was killing him.
Mari ran out to the balcony and leaned over the railing. Remy yelled and waved his arms all the way down, and then, just before he hit the ground, he Changed. Huge white wings sprouted from his shoulders, and he glided away across the lawn, wiggling his feathered butt so that his jeans dropped to the ground.
That’s right. He was an owl. Which of course, Titan knew perfectly well.
Remy beat his wings, rising and circling around, and then dive-bombed the balcony. Titan stepped back, pulling Mari with him, just as a giant owl crap splatted onto the concrete where they’d been standing.
Jaeda called, “I don’t know who’s scrubbing that off, but it’s not going to be me.”
“Me either,” Titan said. “I didn’t shit on your balcony. Bears shit in the woods.”
Jaeda laughed. “Hi,” she said, running up to Titan as they came back inside, and giving him a hug. She glanced out at the balcony. “Feel better now?”
“Much,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “How was Thanksgiving with the Bad Bloods?”
“Fun,” she said. “Crazy. It’s good to be home.” She added, “He planted a camera in your place, you know, along with the dancing dicks. Don’t forget to get rid of it. Should I confiscate the video?”
“Not until after I’ve seen it,” Mari said. “Because I want to see both our faces.”
Jaeda grinned at her. “You’re obviously Mari. I’m Jaeda. Can I hug you? Since we’re friends?”
“Sure, okay.” Mari hadn’t had a friend in a really long time, and Jaeda’s hug was obviously sincere. She felt an unexpected sting in her eyes at such a warm welcome.
To cover her sudden awkwardness, she asked, “Do they do that a lot?”
Jaeda sighed dramatically. “All the time.” But Mari could tell she didn’t really mind.
Titan was still rumbling like a volcano, mostly about the unicorn poop. Which Mari could understand, since a lot of it was still stuck to his foot.
Still… “It was funny,” she said tentatively.
He gave her a little smile. “Of course it was. But Remy would be disappointed if I didn’t throw him off the balcony.”
She looked questioningly at Jaeda, who nodded. “It’s a guy thing.”
Mari said, “The glitter poop is kind of awesome, but man, is it sticky. I have no clue how we’re getting it off the floor.”
Titan said, “I can replace the floorboards. What I want to know is how the fuck I’m getting it off my foot.”
Jaeda said instantly, “Nail polish remover.” She led Titan into the master bath and opened a built-in cabinet. There was a whole row of nail polish remover bottles lined up on one of the shelves. Jumbo sized.
“Wow,” Mari said. “You must wear a lot of nail polish.”
Jaeda said, “Remy plays a lot of pranks. Epoxy, Superglue…” She glanced at Titan. “Unicorn poop. It’s a good thing I’m stocked up.”
She sat Titan down on the vanity stool, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was still naked. She must really be in love with Remy—who Mari had to admit was totally hot, for someone who wasn’t Titan—because she didn’t even seem to notice all the muscles and the spectacular ass right in front of her. Not to mention the awesome peener.
Jaeda produced some rags and handed them to Titan with the bottle of nail polish remover and some kind of metal scraper. The scent of acetone filled the air as he went to work on the unicorn poop.
Mari was having much more trouble than Jaeda keeping her eyes off all of Titan’s delicious nakedness. He glanced up once, meeting her eyes, and he obviously registered her lust-filled gaze because that little flush spread across his cheekbones.
Mari jerked her eyes away. “So, burning question,” she said. “Where on earth did Remy and his brother get all those dancing dildoes?”
Jaeda rolled her eyes. “Brandon’s dad owns an online store that sells glitter novelties and sex toys. He said the guys could have some samples, and the next thing you know the back of our pickup is filled with boxes. We had to put our luggage in Damien’s SUV to get it home.”
She glanced at Titan, and then back at Mari, and said wickedly. “You’re welcome to anything you want. For prank purposes or, um. Personal use?”