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“Thanks.” I grab the knife and fork, immediately slicing off a bite. With a warm red center, the savory flavor bursts onto my tongue. My eyes close as I chew in sweet satisfaction.
Making quick work of the steak, I sit back with a sigh once I swallow the last bite. Lifting my eyes, Tia is staring at me.
“Sorry,” I mutter, embarrassed.
“Don’t be. I know you must have been starving.”
I shrug. “We found plenty to eat after our escape.”
Tia sighs. “Look. I understand that you don’t like that the Acradidia tried to pair you with those three. But if you can put aside that stubbornness and think about it… I mean, are you not attracted to them even just a little?”
Of course I am, no question about it. Even Tekil in his half-shifted form looks sexy to me. Powerful.
“Yes.”
“Then why can’t you just go with your feelings?”
I think about Tia’s question for a minute. It sounds easy enough, but…
“How do I choose between them?”
“Why would you do that?”
“Are you suggesting that I date all three?”
“Date? If I was you, I would jump their bones first chance I got!”
Exhaling slowly, I picture that large bed with Tekil, Zeno, and Vi’del sprawled out naked. With the image clear in my head, my insides heat up and I feel a desperate throb between my thighs.
I’ve spent the last couple of days thinking I was betraying Tekil, even when he says to give the other two a chance.
Is it possible to have all three of them?
“Those guys you’re with, they don’t get jealous of each other?” I ask.
“Nope.” Tia’s eyes dart to my fruity glass. “Drink some liquid courage and go find your men.”
I chuckle, but also clutch the glass and take a sip.
Jax ambles over. I guess there’s not a lot to do right now with an empty restaurant.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Tia grins up at him. “Sure, have a seat.”
“Thanks.” Grabbing the back of the chair, he turns it around, straddles it and drapes his tattoo-covered arms over the back.
He has ear piercings, eyebrow piercings, a spider tattoo running up his neck… I shiver and look away.
“Do they bother you?” he asks. I hear a thread of accusation in his voice.
Tia and Jax stare with solemn faces. Maybe they think I’m judging him for the piercings and the tattoos; there are some folks like that. But not me.
“Only the spider tattoo,” I confess.
A cocky grins spreads across his face, his eyes alight with mischief. “This might help.”
Clutching the hem, he peels his shirt up and over his head. Hard abs lead up to a muscled chest, all covered with tattoos. The web shooting from Spider-Man’s wrist drapes over Jax’s shoulder and runs up his neck.
