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Neither seemed offended by his ire. “Your dad’s,” Dane answered, voice even.

“Bingo.”

When they didn’t move from the doorway, Colin resisted the urge to put his hands on his hips like some exasperated TV spouse. “Can I help you?” he asked pointedly.

They shot each other a look, communicating something he couldn’t catch, and then Dane spoke up. “We’re still not allowed to meet him?”

That stopped Colin short. He hadn’t considered it a matter of them not being allowed to so much as a matter of why the hell would they want to in the first place. “Don’t you guys have something better to do than follow me around like two lost puppies?”

He expected to piss Fox off with that at the very least, but the burly vampire only shrugged. “Not really.”

“Why would youwantto follow me around like two lost puppies?”

“We told you last night—we like to be around you.”

Right. Something funny shifted in Colin’s chest. Fox had said it was because Colin looked good and smelled nice and didn’t make too much noise. The thing was that had never been enough for anybody else before. People didn’t rush to be near Colin, or fight to stay close. He was always too prickly or too boring or too in his own head. He’d gotten enough feedback over the years to know it was true. He’d once been accused of being a grumpy old man stuck in a young man’s body, and he hadn’t even been able to argue the point.

Then again, Fox and Dane literallyweregrumpy old men stuck in young men’s bodies, so maybe that was the deal. Like drawn to like.

“You really want to meet my dad?” he asked dubiously.

They just stared him down. Like it was obvious and he was being obtuse as hell or something. Ridiculous.

He grabbed his keys off his bookcase and shoved them in his pocket. “Come along, then.”

He didn’t miss the over-the-top triumphant look they shared, but he decided to ignore it for his own sanity.

It was a short enough walk to his dad’s house, but he was still sweating by the time they got there. Fucking great. The twins looked no more the worse for wear, in their bro tanks and shorts. He supposed they’d look just as comfortable in full suits and leather jackets, no matter the weather. Jay had told him once that vampires weren’t affected by extreme heat or cold, after he’d once absentmindedly come into work on a snowy day wearing only a T-shirt.

Still, the twins covering up in the summer would interfere with them blending in with the human populace, so maybe that was the underlying motive for their summer aesthetic.

Or maybe they just liked showing off their shoulders and biceps.

And suddenly, right there on his dad’s porch, Colin was hit with the overwhelming sensations he’d been avoiding all morning, remembering how it had felt to be surrounded by those broad bodies on the couch, their hungry mouths all over him, listening to the slick sounds of them pleasuring themselves to the sight of him.

They’re older than your father, Colin tried to reason, to shake himself out of it. It didn’t work.

Fox frowned down at him. “Why’ve we stopped here? Are you changing your mind?” He shook his head at Colin. “You’re not allowed to change your mind. We’re already here.”

Colin cleared his throat, willing his stupid horny thoughts to go away. “I just need a second.”

He simply refused to walk into his father’s house with a burgeoning hard-on.

He stiffened when a large hand landed on the back of his neck, squeezing firmly. He was pretty sure the back of his neck was sweaty, but the hand didn’t move away. Were they trying to soothe him or something?

But it kind of worked. Before he knew it, he was sagging against the strong hold, letting the tension evaporate from his body.

Fox’s voice whispered in his ear, “Be brave, little lamb.”

Colin didn’t get a chance to scowl at him, because the front door was already swinging open, his dad’s voice ringing out before he appeared. “It’s hot as Hades, son, what are you doing on the por—”

His dad paused midsentence, doing a movie-worthy double take. It was exactly what Colin needed for any lingering hints of arousal to dissipate, but he was still horribly aware he was standing sandwiched between the twins, much closer than politeness dictated, with Fox’s hand on the back of his neck burning like a brand.

His dad blinked at them. Colin blinked back.

And then Dane stepped forward, his hand held out in greeting. “Hi, Mr. Adams. I’m Dane. This is Fox. We’re Colin’s roommates. We’ve heard so much about you.”

Colin was pretty sure he’d never told the twins his last name. It wasn’t like he’d signed an official lease or anything. Had they snagged his wallet to look at his ID?

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