That Makes Three

Chapter Twenty

I realised I was awake when a cool draft made me look sideways. Roman had moved so that he was breathing down on me. Roman. With his cocky words, soft smile and caring eyes. Roman, the man I swore to myself that I would never sleep with... the man I had fallen in love with. I slowly reached up and combed away a stray hair.

"He's so cute when he's sleeping." I turned at the sound of Peter's voice. Without thinking I smiled, reaching up to comb my hand through his hair before pulling his face to connect with mine.

"Not that I watch him sleep." He said as I pulled away from the kiss. Peter. My werewolf lover. A grin spread across my face at the thought.

"How are you?" Peter asked softly, turning on his side so that he was propped up on his elbow. Reaching under the covers his hand trailed under the covers to draw swirling patterns on my stomach. I shook my head. It felt amazing.

"Last night was... well, not to sound like such a virgin but the best night of my life." I cooed, the memories of last night warming my cheeks. Peter's smile crinkled the sides of his eyes so sweetly that I decided to trace them lightly with my fingertips.

"Ex-virgin." He said, kissing my palm. I laughed.

"Right." Letting my hand fall I rubbed his beard. It was scratchy yet still smooth.

"Why do I feel so complete with you both by my side?" I muttered, sliding my hand down his fuzzy chest.

"I feel it too. We fit perfectly together." He whispered, interlocking our hands.

"Do I get some of that love?" A sleepy Roman asked, laying so that his head was on my bare chest. Peter laughed, leaning in and capturing Roman's lips with a smacking sound.

"Good morning." I greeted, letting my fingers get knitted in his hair as I kissed his forehead. This moment was so perfect. To lull in the arms of my lovers and have nothing to worry about. All I wanted to do was revel in this post-sex bubble we had created but the more I woke up, the more audible the pop became.

"Why are you frowning?" Roman asked, his thumb gliding over my nipple playfully. I sat up, gently pushing him off of me and pulled the blanket over myself, the good mood gone.

"Because I know that we have to talk about what I saw." I said, combing my hair back. This caught their attention and they both sat up and faced me.

"When I was under I saw the whole thing, just like Destiny said I would and there was so much to see. All of it is still going to happen and after this morning... after I tell you it'll be real and we'll have to do something about it and then what? I'm a banshee? And then last night? I don't know what it means." I said, grabbing there hands and holding them close.

"Don't worry about the vision now. We'll figure it all out later."

"This-" Roman said, wrapping his free arm around my waist. "means you have two best friends... two lovers... two protectors. I don't know about you guys but after experiencing that I don't want anything else."

"We're totally here for each other. Whatever you guys need - I'll do my best to give it to you... but I do have one question. Are we exclusive?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's this girl I've been thinking about a lot lately and we slept together so if I have to end it-"

"- or we could invite her over. Make it a foursome. The more the merrier." Peter made a face I'd never seen before.

"It's Leetha." Roman looked deeply disturbed.

"I do not want to think about having sex with my cousin." He said, shivering.

"She's so cute and she has your eyes and I didn't know if you were just my guy crush or if you would be into me so I just went for it. Things are going really well... I really like her."

"Okay - I'm glad your happy but I don't need to hear about this."

"What? Why?"

"Because I don't want to hear - just don't talk about it because I can picture you balls deep in my cousin!" Roman yelled, his hands up in surrender. I stopped listening at that point. I couldn't help myself. I knew their words should soothe me, but they didn't. They hadn't seen what I had seen... they hadn't felt it as vividly as I had.

"...I've been with men before but I've never had a boyfriend. But you, I couldn't resist." Peter said, reaching across from me to graze Roman's clavicle.

"I just like people. If we get on well then there's a higher chance of us getting along, no matter what's in your pants." Feeling trapped all of a sudden I got up shoved on a nearby shirt. It was Roman's, I realised as his scent washed over me.

"What's wrong?" Roman asked, helping Peter up.

"I can't do this - you talking over me like nothing happened. What I saw?" I just shook my head, my hands in my hair.

"Then talk to us. Tell us what happened so that we can do something about it."

"Yeah well if I do tell you then you'll try to fix it -" a jiggle in the lock alerted us seconds before Destiny walked in. Peter ducked, pulling the blanket around him while Roman just stood there, looking slowly around for his pants. When Destiny entered the room she paused, staring at all three of us in turn.

"What did I...miss?" She tailed off as we all followed her gaze to the pile of used condoms that were on the floor.