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“I’m the only one for you, and for her.”
Good answer. Damn good answer.
Because it was therightanswer, Liam let him lead the kiss. Just as he hoped, his lack of aggression caused Mack to gentle his approach, bringing them together in an almost gentlemanly manner.
A smooth connection of lips. Fingers sliding through hair instead of yanking. A building throb of desire threading between them rather than smacking them around the head like a shovel.
It deepened for several long, beautiful seconds, then Mack broke away.
“I will never get over that,” he muttered, frowning.
“What, a kiss?”
He shook his head. “No. That kissing you gives me a similar rush to kissing Sierra. If someone told me a month ago I’d get hard from kissing a guy, I would’ve laughed at them. Never in my life have I been attracted to another man. Never. Two weeks here with you and the pixie… I’m not—what the fuck?” he blurted.
Puzzled, Liam followed the swift redirection of Mack’s gaze and felt his heart lurch. Apprehension, fear, horror? All three tackled him as he set eyes on the goddamn motherfucking bear that was three feet away from where it had been, slumped forward.
“Did someone send the pixie a possessed bear?” Mack hissed. “Who the hell did she piss off that badly?”
If it moved, he’d have to kill it, Liam decided. He’d seen far too many haunted object horror movies to take any chances. For far too long, he tried to come up with reasons how, why it had moved, and couldn’t come up with a single one.
“Are we sure it was by the fireplace?” he asked under his breath.
“No. Are you?”
“Yeah, kind of?” His brain was too busy running various scenarios to remember anything cohesively. “No. It can’t stay in the house.”
“Damn straight.” Mack gestured to it. “Grab it.”
“You grab it!”
Straight from the murder scene of one of those horror movies, the dark brown head lifted slowly, the light from the TV shining off its black eyes. A furry paw raised as it straightened, folding its legs beneath itself to stand.
Liam felt his muscles gather to leap and plow the fucking thing into the carpet. Irrational fear made it hard to think.
The teddy bear started to rise, its paws outstretched.
“I’ll take the left, you take the right,” Mack whispered, obviously in the same fried mental state.
Liam nodded once, braced to attack, then stared dumbfounded as the furry demon tripped over its own feet, faceplanted, and began giggling.
Fuckinggiggling.
He pounced, setting his knee ever so lightly on the bear’s neck. There were so many fragile pieces in a person’s neck, too many ways to damage one, and although he was very tempted to wring this particular one, he refrained.
Finding a zipper lodged in the fluffy back, he drew it down slowly all the way to a very familiar and naked ass. “It appears this monster bear has eaten our beloved Sierra, Mack.”
Drilling his forefingers into his temples, Mack exhaled quietly. “I’m never watching a horror movie again. The bear needs to be punished, Liam.”
Trailing down Sierra’s spine with his fingertips, Liam tortured her by tickling all her super sensitive spots. She flailed in the costume, squealing with laughter and kicking her paw-booted feet. “Yes, it does. How do you feel about crossing swords, Mack?”
“Well, now, I can’t think of any objections.” Mack sat up straight. “Now?”
Liam grinned as Sierra went perfectly still beneath him. “Oh yes. Right now.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sierra
