“But your family,” I remind them both. They might not be blood, but they’re kin.
“They are our family, but we’ve also learned in our lives that your family is who you make it. It doesn’t have to be what you were born with.” I know in that moment they didn’t have a childhood filled with happiness.
While I might have been a strange kid growing up in a mortuary with my grandpa, I was cared for and loved. It’s sad for me to think about how I longed for parents I never had and they wished they’d never met theirs. Maybe sometimes it really is best to get to pick your own family. Without my grandpa, I wouldn’t have had one until now.
We stop when we get to the bottom of the stairs where boxes litter the entryway. I was just about to point out that I needed clothes until they both start opening them and handing me clothes. I shake my head as I drop my robe and put on a pair of yoga pants followed by a loose sweater that falls off one shoulder. Both watch me dress the whole time. When you’re mated and both men let their minds openly drift, there is no room to be shy. Not with all the dirty sweet things they’re thinking about when they stare at my naked body. All my insecurities leave my mind and I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I noticed there aren’t panties.” I raise an eyebrow as I slip on some shoes. They both give me identical smirks before leading me through the house and down more stairs.
“I knew it!” I shout when I see the underground tunnel. “You were going from house to house without ever stepping outside. I knew you lived next to each other, but you all have huge properties.” I can’t stop smiling because I’m so pleased with myself that I’d guessed right. I hadn’t thought it would be this nice, but still I was right.
“Cool, isn’t it?” Erik says as he opens the car door for me.
“It really is.” I glance around the underground tunnel. I’m going to have to get a tour of this place soon.
Ezra sits down in the passenger seat, pulling me into his lap while Erik goes to the driver’s side.
“I’m not sure this is safe,” I tease.
“There won’t be any traffic,” he jokes as he nips at my neck.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, tilting my head to the side for him.
“If I took a bite of you we’d never make it to Bishop’s. Then he’d come looking for us.”
“It would be a shame to kill our maker for seeing our mate bent over and getting fucked,” Erik chimes in with a glint in his eyes. I can’t tell if he’s joking or not and I don’t ask.
I watch the best I can, trying to see everything as he drives. Ezra makes it difficult with all the attention he’s giving my neck.
“So I can go into the sun?” I ask, and tension rises in the car.
“Everything for you is the same, Dove. Some senses will be heighted as you’ve already guessed. But as long as you drink from us occasionally—”
“Daily,” Ezra breathes against my neck.
“You won’t age.” Erik’s words are tight with strain.
“I was only wondering because we haven’t covered a lot. I promise I won’t go anywhere without you unless you know.” I speak the words I know they need to hear.
The second I asked the question I could hear the things roaming around inside their heads. They didn’t want me far from them ever again or somewhere they couldn’t get to me. If staying out of the sun was the price to pay to keep them at ease, it was worth it.
“I know there’s more you want to know because we’re in that mind of yours.” Erik glances over at me, smiling.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” The word lovely doesn’t sound right coming from Ezra, but the way he says it makes it feel like it belongs. “I like just listening to it.”
“You enjoy my busy mind?” I laugh. “At least someone does.”
“I do, but it also makes me want to find the answers you’re seeking.” I stare at Erik, knowing he would find the answer to any question I asked him.
“And take her all the places she’s read about and dreamed of seeing,” Ezra adds. “We’ll have to build a few to reenact some of the other things you’ve dreamed about doing with us.”
My mouth falls opens and my mind flashes through all the dirty dreams and thoughts I’ve had of them. There are far too many for the short time I’ve known them. Though before I’d met them, when I read romance, it was always the menages I leaned towards. I guess deep inside my body knew what I craved. The men were always faceless, but it was what I desired.