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“Where are we?” I loved when the gods whisked me away to different destinations and surprised me, because who the hell didn’t love such devotion. My men were growing on me with each passing day, and I wanted them more than anything. Sure, at the back of my mind, I reminded myself they were freaking gods who lived forever, unlike me, but I refused to think about those implications. Not when for the first time I felt as if I finally belonged somewhere.
“California. They make the best tacos here. You’ve got to taste the fish ones.”
I looked across at Ares, a hand flying to my chest as giddiness swarmed through me. “I love tacos.”
He winked and looped an arm around my waist then hauled me against him. He walked us to an empty wooden table with upside down plastic milk crates for seats. “Take a load off. I won’t be long.” He stole a kiss lasting longer than a few seconds and swept me off my feet, literally, sucking on my lower lip. “You taste like candy,” he breathed before lowering me to the ground and walked away to grab us food.
I flopped down on a crate, tingling all over, checking out Ares’s ass in his jeans. Gnawing on my cheek, I had to pinch myself to believe I had such men in my life.
Police occupied the few tables around us, most of them chatting loudly, laughing. We must be near a police station.
Someone gave a wolf whistle behind me, and I turned around, along with half the officers.
Poseidon and Apollo strolled toward me, smirking, almost glowing beneath the sun that suddenly shone brighter in the clearest sky.
My heart skipped a beat to see them strutting closer, clear they’d planned this rendezvous with Ares, and that had me bubbling with excitement. After all the shit we’d gone through, I loved getting together with them over a meal.
While some of the cops returned to their food, a couple of the females at the table next to us eyed the newcomers, devouring them with their gazes. And who could blame them…? Hell, they were staring at gods.
But they were all mine, and my toes bounced under the table.
“Hey gorgeous,” Apollo said, taking a seat next to me, planting a kiss on my lips, his hand on my back.
Poseidon sat on the other side of me, his fingers crawling over my thigh, and he leaned in, stealing a longer kiss. “Missed you.”
I snuck a glance over the next table to where the ladies still gawked, and I wondered if their expressions were surprise along with jealousy that I’d snagged these incredible men all for myself.
“Of course, you all arrive as soon as the food gets here,” Ares declared, drawing my attention to him. He set a large tray filled with delicious tacos in the middle of the table—clearly he’d ordered far more than the two of us could eat.
Apollo chuckled and already reached for the food, as did Poseidon.
“Thanks guys.” I grabbed a taco before they all vanished. “I needed this.”
“I suggested we all meet in Italy for the best gelato, but I was outvoted.” Apollo took a big bite of his taco.
“Or Shanghai for delicious soup dumplings.” Poseidon glanced over at me and wriggled his eyebrows in such a devilish way, I leaned against him, loving how his warmth skipped over to me.
“Well, I organized this, so I got to pick,” Ares said. “Next time, feel free.” He gestured to the guys by waving his taco in their direction before taking a huge mouthful.
“Why here?” I asked.
He wiped his mouth, chewing his food before swallowing. “Amazing food, and I appreciate the dedicated work these officers of the law do, protecting people, keeping peace. It brings me joy to be in their company and look out for them.”
Made sense, since Ares was the god of war and civil order.
I returned to my meal. The tacos tasted divine, the seasoned fish melting on my tongue. I slouched, every muscle relaxed, and finished my first one, then reached for another. “Pretty sure I can eat ten of these bad boys.”
“Babe, I’ll order you as many as you want.” Ares smiled so gently, I beamed, unable to believe how much he’d changed since I first met him.
“We should definitely go for gelato after this,” Apollo added.
“Nobody wants gelato.” Ares chuckled. “It’s a girl’s desert.”
“That’s bull.” Apollo stiffened.
“Have to agree with Ares on this one,” Poseidon pipped in.
“I’ll go with you,” I said to Apollo. “I like gelato.”
“See,” Ares said a bit too loudly, drawing others attention. “Point proven.”
And all of them burst into laughter. I snuggled against Apollo and leaned in for a kiss. “I expect ice cream after this meal, you know that?”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
We sat there, eating, laughing, discussing the true origin of gelato, and I couldn’t have been happier. Sometimes the simplest things were the best. I had three gods in my life who cared for me, adored me, and wanted nothing more than to make me smile. This was the kind of life I’d yearned for, although I couldn’t help it as my mind sailed to Hades. What exactly was he doing now?
