Very Much Alive by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online

pain on his face. “It is, but as a God of Spring, I’m in charge of, um, April showers. You know, sudden thunderstorms? Thor’s lightning is a lot more directed, more like a Zeus kind of thing.”
    “Huh.” She looked outside; it was kind of pretty. She’d always liked thunderstorms. She flopped back down on the ottoman next to Kir and sighed, propping her chin on her hand, elbow on her knee. She looked over their heads and caught a glimpse of the laptop they’d set up on the glass dining room table. Why it was there instead of in the posh den she’d spied on the way in, she didn’t know, but the sight gave her an idea of how to blend Kir’s powers and Logan’s in such a way that the Aesir couldn’t ignore the message.
    An evil grin crossed her face as she looked at the two very hot, very supernatural, very photogenic , men. “Have either of you heard of YouTube?”
     
    Kir closed the door behind himself and Logan after having seen Jordan onto the elevator. He sighed and closed his eyes tightly, completely mortified.
    Fuck. Logan saw my reaction to Jordan.
    The knowing gleam in his lover’s eyes did not bode well for the coming conversation.
    So it was with some surprise he felt Logan gently push his hand into his hair, pulling Kir’s mouth to his own. The kiss was a languid stroking of tongues, not the usual kiss Logan gave. Logan usually preferred hot, heavy kisses, full of passion and the promise of sex. This one was the kind of kiss Kir preferred. Soft, sweet, and full of the love they both felt.
    “I love you, you know that, right?”
    Kir focused on Logan’s face. “No more than I love you.”
    “We need to talk.”
    Kir closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the pain in Logan’s.
    “Hey.”
    He sighed and moved past Logan’s body and into the living room. Dejected, he sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
    “For what? The fact that you’re attracted to Jordan?”
    Kir groaned.
    “Kir.” He looked up, surprised to see the understanding on Logan’s face. “Me, too.”
    He felt a surprising flash of jealousy at that, but wasn’t sure if it was for Logan or Jordan. Not good…or very good? “You want her, too?”
    “Don’t sound so surprised. She’s a hell of a woman.”
    Kir found himself nodding his agreement. “She took everything we threw at her in stride.”
    “If I was her I would have kicked our asses out of my office, gone and had a few drinks, then convinced myself it never happened right after I called to have the carpet replaced.”
    “So what do we do about it?”
    They stared into each other’s faces, reading the promises they’d long ago made to each other and the new, sudden want they both felt. No matter how startlingly strong, there was no way Kir would act on it if it meant losing Logan.
    Logan was his everything.
    Kir reached out first, cupping Logan’s cheek. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Logan.”
    “Ditto.” Logan’s face was flushed with pleasure, that demonic grin of his once again gracing his features.
    “So, what do we do?”
    He watched Logan slouch down onto the floor at his feet, resting his head against Kir’s knees with a contented sigh. “The way I see it, we have two options.”
    “Those are?” Kir’s heart rate picked up. He began absently stroking that fiery hair, wondering if Logan was thinking what he was thinking.
    “Option one: we walk away from her once this is all over.”
    No!
    The instant denial raced through his body, causing him to jump. What the fuck? He never had that reaction to losing anyone or anything…other than Logan.
    It didn’t help that Logan started to chuckle. “Thought so.”
    “Option two?”
    His heart was in his throat right up until Logan looked up at him with a leer. “Don’t you just love the French?”
    Kir blinked. “Huh?”
    “They come up with words for the most amazing concepts.”
    “Like?” Kir drawled. He was pretty sure now he knew where Logan was