They must have been done their collaborations, because all three of them were lifting weights. Jace had a changed his clothing down here; he was now laying on his back on a bench press as Remy spotted him. Troy was shirtless with loose fitting pants as he placed hard, fast kicks to the heavy bags. It was an art in and of itself as he did sidekicks, round house kicks, butterfly kicks, jumping sidekicks, all fluidly and effortlessly.
I had to snap my jaw shut. Too much hotness in one room for me. As I watched, a rivulet of sweat drip down Troy’s chest. I longed to lick it away, taste his salty maleness. Jace made a deep sexy sound deep in his throat as he strained to push the bar of weights back into its cradle. I remembered the sounds of pleasure he would make when he was between my legs, and I felt a warmth pool in my stomach. Remy was the largest and most muscular one of my connections. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt where his muscles looked larger from his recent work out. I wanted to wrap my hands around it, knowing there was no way my fingers would touch.
The only time I had felt this acutely aroused was when I was straining, and I hadn’t used any of my gifts today.
“Blake,” Jace groaned out.
“What?!” I squeaked as if my hands were caught in the cookie jar.
“You need to learn how to control that, or I’m going to have to carry you off and take care of it,” his lips told me he was teasing me, but the look on his face was unmistakable.
“What are you talking about,” Troy asked with an amused smile.
“I can feel it,” Remy grunted as he turned to look at me, his eyes undressing me.
Troy walked closer to them, and his lips parted when he turned to look at me. He licked his lips slowly, and I knew what was on his mind. I followed the path of his tongue and it took everything within me to not ask him to let me feel his tongue on me.
“Ever since she made her last connection, my gift has been stronger, but I feel her more acutely,” Jace almost let out a strained groan as he buried his face into his hands.
“Yeah, I noticed,” Troy said as he held his hands up. In the past his fire orbs were the size of a soccer ball. I gasped in awe as the orbs grew to the size of exercise balls.
“So, you’re gonna feel me, every time, I…” I trailed off, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Probably,” he stated, “Unless you learn how to control it, if you can control it.”
“Well, um, I guess I’ll go back up and start dinner,” I mumbled as I hastily beat a retreat.
I shouldn’t have been shocked that one of them would have followed me up the stairs. I almost made it to the top before I was gently pushed against the wall, and warm firm lips captured mine before I could even gasp in surprise.
The lips that moved across my own were firm, assured and demanding. I almost cried out bereft, when they were pulled away.
“I want you, now,” Jace growled in my ear.
I nodded mutely and grabbed his face, so I could taste his lips once more. “Where?” I asked breathlessly.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, through the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs. He pulled me down the hall to his bedroom. Before the door even closed he had me back against the wall. His hands were above my head as his lips sought mine once more. I needed to feel his skin against mine and I greedily sought out the feel of it with my fingertips. I scraped my finger nails across his chest and his abs. When my fingers felt the waist band of his shorts, I didn’t hesitate to slip my hands under them. I grabbed his hard glutes before reaching around to feel the warm length of him. He was hot steel in my hands. I rubbed him, knowing the exact rhythm that got him off.
“No,” he gasped. He pushed my hands up. He picked me up and lightly tossed me on the bed. He pulled my top off with impatience, his hands were sure as they worked the zip down on my jeans. As he pulled them down his lips found my stomach, then my hips. I hissed as he kissed the sensitive spot on my inner thighs.
“Please Jace,” I begged as I pushed my hips towards the warmth of his mouth.
“Do you want this?” he asked as he hovered over my core.
“Please,” I gasped.
He ripped the fabric of my panties away, and I didn’t care that they were beyond repair as the warmth of his mouth found me. I nearly shot off the bed at the desire that tore through me. He brought me to the edge several times, knowing each time, but he refused to give me what I wanted. I gripped his head.
“Jace,” I pleaded.
“What do you want?” he growled.
“You,” I panted.
He didn’t make me wait any longer as he plunged into me. After two strokes I was already falling apart around him, but he wasn’t done with me. He continued to slide in and out of me, his size stretching me to a pleasant sort of pain. He made me fall apart two more times, each time more intense than the last, before he allowed himself his own release.
We took a quick shower, barely able to keep our hands to each other before I firmly, but reluctantly, told him I needed to get back down to the kitchen to finish dinner.
“How’s Drake?” I asked as I slid my clothing back on.
He frowned. “Not good. He’s going to take this break up hard. He told Rose he’ll accompany her to any Dr. appointments, along with Collin, until the DNA test comes back. Then they’ll all take it from there.”
I sighed. “When do you think they’ll get that done?”
“She’s refusing to get one done until after the child is born. She denied any intimate relationship with Collin until he showed Drake their text messages. I think she may have burned both bridges in her denial. She’s still holding out for Drake,” Jace’s lips twisted in derision.
“Well if Ella’s prediction is correct, it’s not Drake’s. But what happens if she was wrong…?” I grimaced, as I crossed my arms across my chest. “What happens if it is his?”
He enfolded me in an embrace, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “He’s done with her. Remy told Drake about the time she hit on him, plus he doesn’t believe Collin’s her first indiscretion. He thought he loved her, and I’m sure in a way he still does, but she killed any more affection he may feel for her. Her betrayal cut too deep. If she came clean immediately, he may have forgiven her, but he can never trust her again. If—and there’s a big if—it is Drake’s child, he’ll do the right thing and take care of them, but he’s not going to want a relationship with her. Will you be okay with that?”
I nodded without hesitation. “If that’s the case, I can’t deny him a relationship with his own child. Taking care of the baby would be the right thing to do. I’m not happy about it, but a child shouldn’t suffer because of any of my insecurities. I guess I’ll give him time to decide where he stands in our connections, but technically, it was already made…”
Jace gave me a gentle squeeze. “We’re moths to your flame, none of us is strong enough to avoid you. We’re all drawn to you. You’re our nucleus.”
I found Drake pulling the last of the homemade lasagna noodles out of the pot of boiling water. I joined him at the counter and started to layer the lasagna with the finished noodles, meat sauce, and spinach ricotta mixture.
“Thanks for making the salads for me while I was out shopping,” he said quietly as he began layering his own pan of lasagna.