Val gulped.
Logan growled. Jordan hid her smile behind her hand. If Kir and I gang up on him, we should be able to win him over.
Kir gently lifted her face. “You and Logan are going to be by my side for the rest of eternity."
"Now, blondie, we need to discuss that.” Logan's arm went around her shoulder to tug her closer.
“She's not immortal."
Jordan and Kir exchanged a grin. “She is now."
Logan's brows shot up. “How?"
"Mistletoe scratches."
"You mean, you two bonded?"
Kir nodded.
Logan collapsed in relief. “Thank God. I actually thought I was gonna have to ask Lefty for a favor.” He shuddered.
"Get over yourself, hothead.” Travis grinned. “Oh, hey, by the way, congratulations! When were you going to make the announcement?"
Jordan turned to stare, confused, at a wide-eyed Logan. What announcement? From the devilish gleam in Travis's eye it had to be good.
Logan was shaking his head at Travis. “Ix-nay, Lefty."
"What announcement?” Jordan was looking back and forth between the two men, her suspicions roused. They were roused even further when Kir turned his back, his shoulders shaking, tiny little snickers escaping despite his attempts to muffle them.
Travis's grin was pure mischief. “The announcement of your marriage to Logan, of course."
More outraged gasps filled the room as Logan stood. Jordan smacked Logan on the arm. “When did I get married? And why wasn't I invited?"
Jordan glared. Kir sputtered.
Logan groaned. “Gee, thanks a lot.” He stared at Val. “Need any help hunting down Grimm?"
Val's lips twitched. “I think you have more important things to take care of right now.” He nodded at Jordan, a soft smile on his harsh face, the uncle she'd grown up loving finally revealed to her men.
“You're in good hands, honey. They'll take care of you."
She took a deep breath. She'd deal with Logan later. “How's Jamie?"
"She's hurting. I took her to Jefferson; they're taking good care of her."
"Good.” She turned to ask Travis a question, but the other man was gone. “Huh."
"You ready to go?” Kir took one hand, Logan the other.
"You can't leave.” Frederica stood, her glare equally divided between Logan and Jordan. “You have responsibilities."
Kir tugged at their joined hands until the three of them started moving towards the front door. “You're absolutely right, Mother.” He grinned. “I think I need to pay a visit to Hell."
He laughed as he tugged his lovers out of the room.
"Hell?” Jordan stared at the back of Kir's head. She turned to look up at Logan, who was grinning. “Is he serious?"
He looked down at her. “Look on the bright side.” The two men tugged her into the elevator and hit the button for the first floor. As the door closed, Logan winked at someone over her head. “You'll never be bored."
She heard a chuckle as the door closed. She wasn't very surprised when Kir hit the emergency stop button halfway between floors. The two of them were desperate to reaffirm their bond with Logan, make sure he was safe and all right. Part of her knew what they were about to do was completely insane, but if they weren't safe together, when were they safe?
When Kir started unbuttoning her blouse she stopped him. “Logan first."
They turned and grinned at him.
The heat in his gaze alone drove the temperature in the elevator up a few degrees. A bead of sweat dripped between Jordan's breasts, testament to the fact that the temperature really had gone up.
Logan's eyes followed the path. “Clothes off."
Kir began slowly undressing her while Logan quickly undressed himself. He joined Kir, both of them stopping to give her little nibbling kisses down her breasts, to her stomach, and down each leg. They carefully avoided her pussy, grinning when she groaned in frustration.
Before she knew it her back was on the elevator wall, her legs wrapped around Logan's waist. His cock tunneled in and out of her with quick, almost manic strokes, while Kir stripped behind them and watched with a savage expression on his face.
"Love you,” she gasped against Logan's lips as he pushed her into a quick and dirty orgasm that left her dripping and wrung out. She felt Kir gently pushing her legs aside, but didn't have the strength to open her eyes. She just smiled dreamily as Logan's strokes slowed down, caressing her still quivering flesh from the inside out.
Logan gasped and tensed. “Kir?"
"A redhead sandwich.” Kir leered at her over Logan's shoulder as he thrust slowly into Logan's ass.
“Mm-mm."
"Oh, shit,” Logan gasped, laughing, as Kir began fucking him from behind. “Why in the hell did you bring lube to rescue me?"
"Didn't you know? He's the ultimate boy scout."
Logan's strokes began to pick up speed again. “I thought that was Superman."
"Up, up and away.” Kir bit down on Logan's shoulder, sucking up a mark.
Logan reached between their bodies and began fingering her clit as she began the slow climb to orgasm once more.
Logan came first, shooting inside her with a drawn out moan. She wasn't far behind him, and from the sounds of it, neither was Kir.
They collapsed onto the elevator floor, Logan and Kir gently easing her down, careful of her shoulder.
The sound of applause echoed through the loudspeakers. “I'd give them a nine point five, if I wasn't scarred for life,” Val's voice said.
"Are you kidding? The elevator thing is so cliché.” Travis's voice was full of laughter. “I give them an eight."
"Ew. Just ... ew.” Magnus's voice sounded disgusted. “I have to go home now and scrape my eyeballs out with a grapefruit spoon. For the love of humanity, put some clothes on, people. And what the hell is wrong with you? Haven't you heard of, oh, beds? Christ, I run to the monitor thinking Grimm has you and get to see Kir and Logan's naked butts. Dumb asses. Don't you people watch horror movies?"
It was very hard to dress a man when he was laughing so hard he started crying, but somehow Jordan and Logan managed it.
Epilogue
A small spider sat, watching in the darkness as the room was cleaned of blood. The janitor knew something had gone down in the room, but hadn't questioned Frigg's directives, thanks to a judicious use of apple juice.
Cold bitch. The others were feeling the full force of her wrath as she took out Baldur's desertion on them.
Inside, Grimm chuckled. He knew they'd think he'd flown out the window when he'd opened it. It meant he'd had time to curl up in a little crack in the cinderblock, giving his body time to heal, completely undetected.
He had a number of things he needed to take care of. Starting with Vali, and ending with Baldur and Loki. And Tyr.
Tyr, perhaps, would be the first to die. Without him, Gungnir would revert back to Grimm. The thought that Tyr might have passed it on briefly crossed his mind, only to be dismissed. Tyr wouldn't give it away lightly, not after he'd just taken it back from Grimm.
Yes. Once Tyr is gone, time will be on my side. After all, I have all of it.
The spider sat in the crack in the wall and spun his plans...
Travis stared down at the bloodied face of the woman he'd pined over for years. He hadn't dared to touch her, not wanting to bring her grandfather's wrath down on her head.
But Grimm had hurt her anyway.
For that alone, the other god would die.
"Travis?” Her voice was broken, barely a pained whisper, but he heard it.
He heard everything she said, whether she knew it or not.
She could barely open her eyes. She looked so small and fragile in the bed, it broke his heart. She licked her lips. “Travis, is that you?"