Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 14. Danse Macabre(84)
«I said, you are overdressed,» and I made it a very firm statement.
Jean-Claude's smile widened. «Easily remedied.» He undid the robe, and let it fall to the floor. He stood there pale and perfect. I had seen him nude a thousand times or more, but I never got over the shock of him. It was as if he were some amazing work of art, and I had stolen him away from the museum where they kept him roped off and safe, stolen him so I could run my hands over the smooth, flawless surface of him.
«You're too far away,» I whispered.
He smiled wide enough to flash just a hint of fang. «That, too, is easily remedied.» He crawled up on the bed, and I watched his body, small and loose, more than his face. Until he fed, he'd be small, which meant I could indulge in something that I didn't get to do much. By the time you get most men out of their clothes they're not as small as they can get — no, definitely larger.
«I know what you are thinking of, ma petite.» His voice was chiding.
«Did you read my mind?»
«Non, ton visage.»
He'd said he'd read my face. I was picking up a little French here and there in self-defense.
He hesitated at my feet, and I realized he was looking at Micah. «And you, Nimir-Raj, what do you say to this?»
Micah smiled at him. «I'm here to try to make things work better, not make them worse.»
«I don't try to make things worse,» I said.
«Shh,» Micah said, «don't take it personally.»
I opened my mouth, realized I was going to start a squabble if not a fight, and I didn't want to fight anymore tonight. «Fine, I won't take it personally.»
«You're not going to argue about it?» Nathaniel asked.
I shook my head, and lay back against the pillows. «Nope.»
Micah and Nathaniel exchanged looks.
«What?» I said.
They both shook their heads. «Nothing,» Micah said.
«Nothing,» Nathaniel said, but he was smiling.
«I don't argue about everything.»
«Of course not,» Micah said.
«I don't,» I said.
«Not anymore,» Nathaniel said.
I slapped his shoulder.
He grinned. «Hit me harder, if you want it to hurt.»
I didn't hit him again. «You'd enjoy it too much.»
He grinned wider.
«I am no longer the only one who is not ready,» Jean-Claude said.
I glanced down at the other two men. He was right. They definitely weren't ready to go.
«We've talked too long,» Nathaniel said.
I waited to be uncomfortable at the thought of three men and just me with no holds barred on the sex. I waited, but the discomfort didn't come. I lay there and waited to feel overwhelmed, or uncomfortable, but… I just wasn't.
«I think I can fix it,» I said, and started to slide lower on the bed, turning toward Nathaniel as I did it. I started kissing my way down his body, then thought of something. I looked back at Jean-Claude where he knelt on the bed. «You didn't ask Nathaniel's opinion.»
«Micah is your Nimir-Raj, Nathaniel is not.»
«But he's still my sweetie.»
«It's okay, Anita,» Nathaniel said, petting my shoulder. «Thanks for thinking of me, but I'm okay with not being asked.»
I looked up at his face with my face almost to his groin. If it seemed an odd time for a in-depth talk he didn't complain. «Why are you okay?»
«Jean-Claude is right, I'm not anyone's leader, and I'm okay with that. If we were all completely dominant our happy little domestic situation wouldn't work.»
«But just because you're not dominant doesn't mean that your opinion doesn't count.»
«No,» he said, and gave a little laugh, «no, but it does mean that I don't have as many opinions.»
«But…»
«You want me to be more dominant?» he asked.
«I'd like to know how you feel about this, yeah.»
«Suck my dick, so we can fuck.» He was smiling while he said it.
I blinked at him for a second or two, then shrugged, and said, «Okay.»
20
I DID WHAT he wanted, and a lot more. I used hand and mouth to get both Micah and Nathaniel back to the smooth hardness that they had been before all the soul searching. I didn't want any more soul searching tonight. I wanted to touch and be touched. Sex was the only time I let myself go. Let all the worries, the issues, everything wash away. When I had sex I just concentrated on the sex. It was the only time I was truly in the moment with no hesitation and no other thought.
I held them both in my hands. When I'd first tried to play with them both at the same time, I'd found that I couldn't do it. I couldn't concentrate on both hands equally, and when you've got a handful of the most delicate bits on a man's body, you want to be able to concentrate. But practice makes perfect, and I could do it now. I could hold each of them in my hand and stroke and play with them. I'd finally found something I was ambidextrous at.