Gifted Connections 2

“I love these egg rolls!” Alex was doing a little happy dance in his seat. Everyone laughed once more, happily latching onto the subject change.

“I do too!” Rachel said, and everyone agreed that it was going to be added to the menu.

It was hard to determine what our final menu was going to be, but in the end, we finally made our decisions. Jemmy, Rachel, and Gavin talked Remy into allowing them to spend the night at his house. They wanted to get a head start on the decorating.

I was blissfully contented shortly after we returned home. We had all ran upstairs to change into our pajamas. I chose the button up shirt that the boys placed on me the night they had cleaned me up and put me to bed. That night left a bad taste in my mouth, but I loved wearing their clothing. It heightened our intimacy. I missed Remy’s hoodie he had given me before. I was determined to get it back and several other articles of clothing from them.

I knew it was Jaxson’s shirt they had placed on me. I had seen him wear the mint green top before. I had laundered it, so it no longer smelled like him, unfortunately; but I refused to give it back to him. I pulled on a pair of white boy shorts to go with them and a pair of Jemmy’s knee high socks.

I giggled at my reflection. My image reminding me of Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Jemmy was obsessed with 80’s movies, so I had become familiar with that movie along with several others. All the guys groaned and moaned when it was her turn to pick a movie, but I knew some of them secretly liked them.

Tonight, we were going to let the kids decide what we were watching. We were going to allow the younger children to stay up for one movie, then put them to bed. It was Troy’s turn to pick, so I imagined we were going to be watching a movie with war in it. He had a thing for anything military affiliated. I needed to ask him about that; I wondered why he had never joined.

I made my way downstairs and saw that I was the last one there. Everyone, including William was seated in the living room. Micah and Patrick were sharing the oversized recliner, talking and whispering over comic books. I made a mental note to get some for Micah. It never occurred to me that, other than clothing, he didn’t really get that many things to call his own on his recent shopping trip. I could see where he could be drawn to comic books. Most of them revolved around people with super powers. It wasn’t too far of a stretch than what we did.

I was surprised to see three monster sized bean bag chairs now scattered in the living room. Noah and Chip were sitting in one of them, laying identically with their hands linked behind their heads and their feet crossed. Ella, Nadia, and Alex were cuddled up like little puppies around one another. Drake laid in another one reading. Jace was uncharacteristically sprawled on the other side of the couch. I rarely saw him in relaxed repose.

Troy patted the seat beside him and I sat down between him and Remy. Remy grabbed my feet and was started working his magic on them. I couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were compared to my feet.

“Do you even have anything under that?” Troy whispered in my ear.

I turned and winked at him, leaving him to wonder. He visibly gulped before he pushed play on the Blu Ray player. Ella left her seat on the floor and curled up on me, leaning her head on my shoulders. I didn’t think she was going to last long with her constant yawning and burrowing into me.

Jaxson left his seat and brought a plush throw blanket to drape on us, and I smiled my thanks to him as he plopped down in front of me. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his head. He couldn’t be more obvious. I stifled a giggle and began to run my nails across his scalp and neck. He shuddered and groaned, and I knew he was enjoying it.

I sighed. This was a nice respite from our normal chaotic nightly routines. I was content. It was so nice to have all the guys together around me. I didn’t like the fact that I had been separated from them, but Horatio’s plan had back fired on him. He wanted to separate us and alienate me, but we were closer than we had ever been, and we now had the opportunity to work on us. We were given a do over.

It wasn’t long before the younger kids started to fade. Their movie wasn’t even finished yet. Will quickly volunteered to carry one of them up before he headed to bed himself. Noah, Jace, and Drake took the other ones up. The older boys asked us if they could go in the den and continue pouring over Patrick’s comic books, and we didn’t find a problem in it.

Troy decided to light a fire in the fireplace. I decided to head to the kitchen to grab some snacks for us. Remy followed me into the kitchen to grab some drinks.

I was putting some popcorn in the microwave, when I felt a warm, large, hard body press into the back of me. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Remy. I felt his hands slide along my ribs, grasp my hips, and stroked his way down my thighs. It took me a second to realize his goal as I felt his warm sure hands.

“You do have panties on.” His voice was gravelly as he husked in my ear.

I leaned back into him. “I couldn’t wear no panties with the kids around.”

He hummed in the back of his throat as he continued to rub his hands along my thighs and began to kiss the side of my neck. I was putty in his hands. I had noticed a change in him the most since my last connection was made. He was physically affectionate before, but never physically forward with me.

Remy was a hard read. I didn’t know if he was more physical with me because he had ‘lost’ me once, or if the increased power of his gifts affected his libido. All further thoughts flew out of my head as he turned me around to capture my lips with his own. His lips were commanding and domineering as they closed over mine. I opened my mouth in a gasp as he tilted my chin up to deepen our kiss. I linked my hands through his jaw-length blond hair and arched my back into him.

He let out a satisfied growl as he lifted me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to get even closer to him.

The sound of the doorbell had us breaking apart from our steamy make out session. Remy lifted his head and growled in frustration. He slowly lowered me to the ground. My breathing was ragged as I gripped the front of his shirt, bracing my forehead on his chest, my legs barely able to hold me up. I could hear murmurings of voices in the hallway, and I felt Remy stiffen.

I lifted my head in confusion. I looked up at Remy and his face was closed off. I could feel the tension radiating from him. What made him do a complete 180 in a matter of seconds and who the heck would be ringing the doorbell at nearly 9 o’clock at night? I stepped back away from him in bewilderment and felt somewhat hurt when he didn’t try to stop me.

Jace came into the room looking slightly uncomfortable, followed by a tall, breathtakingly beautiful woman. It was my turn to stiffen as Molly Hunt came into the kitchen. She was once Jace’s on again, off again girlfriend. She was also a lingerie model, and one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was tall, with natural curves, and had platinum blond hair and light grey, almost silver eyes.

“Remy!” she gushed with a lilting voice. She could be one of those 900 number operators, with a voice like that.

She embraced him and turned to look at me. “Hello there. I’m Molly, are you one of Jemmy’s friends?”

I blushed under her kind appraisal. There was no malice in her tone. It was like I was so inconsequential. That there was no way I could be involved with any of the guys. Admittedly I was sans makeup, so I’m sure I looked younger, but the assumption still stung.

Remy and Jace exchanged an indecipherable look. “Well, no. This is Blake. She’s our connected,” Remy finally grunted. “What are you doing here?”

I was struck by two things, the silence in the room and Remy’s behavior. His tone surprised me. When Molly was mentioned in the past, he never seemed to have any reservations about her. Jemmy had also told me there was a possibility that I would be seeing her around, since she still had ties to the family.