Page 147 of Gemini Wicked

“Is that you, Ash?” he murmurs without stirring. “You’re causing a dreadful draft. Close the door, darling, do.”

The sight of him naked’s bad enough for my composure. Him giving me orders to boot? When he’s that good at giving them, and Goddess knows, I love to take ’em.

It’s early in the day to get a hard-on.

But fuck if he hasn’t managed to give me one.

“Sorry about that, beautiful.” I dredge up a snort and nudge the door shut with my foot. “You might wanna put something on. I mean, something more than an eye mask. Breakfast’ll be up in a few ticks.”

“Hmmm.” Without lifting his eye mask, Romanov twitches a fold of the sheet indifferently over his pretty dick. Even that much, he’s obviously just doing to humor me.

If I wait for him to thank me for organizing his breakfast, I’ll be standing here till the cows come home. And we don’t have cows in Avalon.

With an effort, I manage to look away.

Next my gaze shifts to him.

Pendragon.

He’s still shirtless but standing, sunlight dancing over all that golden skin and the flaming dragon tattoo inked in black across his chest. He’s pulling his leather pants over his lean hips while Sparrow—who’s curled next to Zara in this lazily contented way—watches his ex suit up with that smoldery look my guy gets when he’s horny.

But Pendragon is watching me.

Not gonna lie. That Brit’s a looker. Sexy as heck. Another time and place, I’d be all over a guy like him.

Here, now, with our history? It’s all I can manage to give Pendragon a short nod.

His tiger eyes narrow. But his chin dips, microscopically, in a stiff howdy-doody.

Through the open door behind him, I catch a glimpse of Lucius, already fully dressed, browsing through our rare Fae book collection in the den. That wolf’s rapt with fascination. I’m guessing we could leave him in there all day and he’d be happy.

Behind me, the trickle of the gravity shower floats from the john. I’m guessing that’s where Maxim is. He and that forked dragon dick of his got a lotta action last night.

But Zara’s the star of this show.

She’s sitting up naked against a heap of pillows, stroking Neo’s tousled curls as the kid lies blissfully with his head in her lap, and rubbing the sleep outta her pretty turquoise eyes.

Despite every distraction, my ticker gives a ping and a hard thump at the sight of her.

Damn. Just damn.

Zara Gemini. Queen of the witching world.

Fucked six ways to Sunday last night. And she still glows with vitality and power like a goddess.

She looks so comfy and trusting and right in my bed… our bed… the bed we all share now, I guess. I sure fell toes over nose for that gal. Haven’t seen her for months and I’m still under her spell.

“Hiya, princess.” I lean over Sparrow, run a hand over his messy green hair to greet him, then wrap my big hand around Zara’s jaw and pull her in for a deep slow kiss.

She sighs my name and melts right into me.

She’s like a sleepy punk-rock version of Marilyn Monroe with her lush lips and her dreamy eyes and her pretty titties with their silver rings. My palms itch to explore every inch of her. Relearn what makes her shiver and gasp and moan. The way Sparrow and me learned her together last spring.

But if I get into all that now, I’m never gonna get outta this bed. We got shit to do today.

And if I fuck her now the way I want, I won’t be able to keep my eye on Pendragon.

So I keep my hands off her tits and my dick in my pants. “How’d you sleep, honey?”

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