“You are hot?”
“I would like to think so,” Jeff muttered. “Look. This is not about my cuteness. This is about my lack of clothes and your lack of permission, mister.”
“I have all the permission I need, mate.” Fenris lifted the covers and somehow managed to stalk out of bed. He, of course, was completely naked.
Yum. Jeff forced himself not to look. Bad libido! Bad! No cookie for you!
Jeff managed not to eye the impressive package making its way toward him.
He kept his gaze firmly on Fenris’s, um, eyes. “I don’t recall saying, ‘Why yes, Fenris, take it off. Take it all off’.”
Fenris grinned. “First, you may call me Fen. Second, I believe you just did.”
Fenris reached for him.
Jeff, panicking, held out his hand. “Stay!”
Fenris started to laugh, but his hands dropped away from Jeff’s waist. “That only works on dogs.”
Jeff kept his hand right where it was. Fen hadn’t moved any closer. That was good enough for Jeff. “So telling you you’re barking up the wrong tree would be a total waste of time?”
Fen’s laughter rang out, those amazing eyes of his glowing with happiness.
Or was that hunger? Jeff noticed how amazingly pointy his teeth had become and had the urge to cover his neck. “I like you, mate.”
“Jeff. Mr. Grimm if you’re nasty.” Jeff tugged on his jeans while Fenris dealt with his laughing fit. “Breakfast. Parental visit. Finding Grimm and kicking his ass.”
“An interesting list of things to do, but I have one to add.”
“What’s that?” He tugged the shirt over his head. Being even partially undressed around this guy was just asking for it. When his head was free he was startled to see how close Fen was. Their chests were almost touching.
Fen leaned down and whispered in Jeff’s ear.
Jeff felt his face flame at the absolutely filthy things Fen was whispering to him. He was pretty sure some of them weren’t anatomically possible, but fuck all if they didn’t have his dick twitching. “Uh.”
Fen looked deliciously wicked as he pulled back. “Where does that go on your list?”
He opened his mouth to respond just as a knock sounded on the front door.
“Gktch.” Jeff’s poor brain had departed for Happy Land, and his ability to speak had apparently left with it. He hoped they had a really good time together.
Fen chuckled. “Someone wishes entry.”
It wasn’t until Fen turned him and gently pushed him out of the bedroom that his body, if not his brain, finally kicked in. His brain was still firmly down Fen’s pants.
Fen watched his mate stagger through the living room to the front door, pleased with himself. The man might deny it all he wished, but he wanted Fen.
He could run as much as he pleased.
Fen loved to play chase.
He threw on some soft cotton pants, knowing how his mate felt about nudity around others. The door opened, and there stood Loki, Baldur and a dark-haired female with sharp features and a huge smile. Fen sniffed the air, some elusive, ripe scent tickling his nostrils. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he realized what that scent was.
The female was pregnant by both Loki and Baldur. This, then, must be his mate’s older half sister, Jordan.
“Fen.” Loki’s face paled, his chest heaving in deep, choppy breaths. “Fen!”
Loki rushed forward, embracing him so tightly he could barely breathe.
Fen returned the embrace. “Pappa.” Tears gathered in his eyes. This was the first time in centuries he’d been able to wrap his arms around his father. It felt better than he thought it would. His father’s fiery hair surrounded him, warmed him as only a parent could. He felt safe in a way he hadn’t in a long time.
His father’s shoulders heaved, and Fen realized the man was crying. He looked through his father’s hair as two new sets of arms embraced them both, one male, one female. Baldur and Jordan were comforting his father. Jordan’s fingers ran through Loki’s hair. Baldur’s hands ran up and down both Fenris's and Loki’s backs.
“Welcome home, Fenris. We’ve missed you.” Baldur's soft voice, so warm and tender, was filled with tears. Baldur had held both Loki and Fenris together when the pain of their separation became too great to endure. Fenris looked upon him as a second father.
The three of them surrounded Fen, including him in their warmth and love.
Behind them, Jeff smiled at them all, his own eyes suspiciously wet.
Fen lowered his head to his father’s shoulder and let his own tears fall.
By all the gods. He really was free. His knees threatened to buckle, but the strong arms of his fathers and his new mother wrapped around him, holding him up.
“Hey. Let them breathe, guys.” Jeff tried to pry Baldur and Jordan away, but they held fast. “C’mon. Don’t make me break out Vincente.” Jeff waggled his brows, the wicked leer on his face making Fenris see red.
That made Jordan back up, her hands in the air, a horrified look on her face.
“Oh no. Not for love or money or… Okay. For the best sex of my life, maybe. I might think about it.”
Baldur began to laugh, his head landing on Fen’s other shoulder. Loki’s head lifted, his wet eyes filled with love and laughter. “Care to repeat that when there’s a computer nearby?”
Fen tilted his head. Who the fuck was Vincente? “Mor? ”
Everyone except Jeff froze. His mate backed away, biting his lip.
Jordan’s hands landed on her hips. “Did you just call me ‘Mom’?”
“You are my father’s mate, yes?”
“Er, yes. I guess so. Not that we had a wedding or anything.” Jordan glared at Loki, and his father flinched. “But I guess you could say we’re mated.”
“Then you are Mor.”
Jordan looked pale and wide-eyed. “Guh. I am?”
Jeff sat on the arm of the big sofa and watched his sister with an expression of unholy glee.
“Logan?”
Wow. The female had a most impressive growl for a human.
His big, bad father scrambled behind Baldur, who was still laughing. “Yes, dear?”
Jordan just shook her head. “Ya big chicken.”
Loki straightened up, but remained behind Baldur. “I am not!”
Jordan shrugged. She cocked her hip, looking supremely bored. “If the cluck fits.”
Fen glanced over at Jeff. “Are they always like this?”
Jeff nodded, his expression far too innocent for Fen’s liking. “Oh yeah.
Except when they’re having sex in the kitchen.”
Jordan turned on Jeff, her cheeks flaming. “Ix-nay on the ex-say.”
“Not on your life!” Baldur protested.
Jordan reached out and bopped the blond on the back of the head, her gaze still on Jeff. “I thought I told you never to mention that again.”
Loki looked over her shoulder at Jeff and mouthed Thank you.
She didn’t even turn around. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, Mr. Saeter.”
Baldur picked Jordan up. Ignoring her squeals, he headed for the front door.
“I think it’s time for a chocolate intervention.”
Jordan stilled. “Chocolate?”