Free Embraced By Passion by Diana DeRicci

connection door…
    She glanced up at Ja’Rol. “Did I wake you?”
    He shook his head, his hair a bit shaggy and unkempt. “Couldn’t sleep.”
    She tried to smile. “Me either.” She hugged her arms around herself. “Can we talk?”
    He stepped back and let her through, closing the door.
    “Are you both awake?”
    As if she’d called his name, Slone appeared in the bedroom doorway. Both wore black pajama bottoms and nothing else. Looking at Ja’Rol, she realized he had a nipple piercing. Something she’d totally missed in her sexual euphoria of earlier. She glanced away, determined to not let her body get the better of her again. But damn… Drawing a breath, she put it out of her mind.
    “I wanted to talk about what happened earlier, between us.” Slone nodded and motioned to the chairs in the suite living room.
    “We understand. We took advantage of you when we shouldn’t have.” Slone looked ready to be whipped, just waiting for the verbal flogging.
    She gasped and straightened on her chair. “No! Please don’t believe what I said in the car.” She tucked into herself, wishing she could become a small ball and just roll out of the room. “I’m not that weak, then or now.” She blushed. This was where it got hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop. I actually remember begging you not to. What I said…” She looked away, unable to keep their watchful gazes. “It wasn’t just a cheap thrill. Not for me.”
    Slone and Ja’Rol shared a quick glance. She licked her lips and steadied herself, ignoring the beat of her heart. She couldn’t become distracted by all that wonderfully toned and hard male flesh.
    “But you were sick,” Ja’Rol argued. “We both agreed to take care of you, and…” She loved it when heat crawled up his neck. He looked so huggable. “We both share the blame.”
    Okay, this appeared to be a losing argument. They weren’t going to not accept responsibility, and realizing that actually made her heart melt a little.
    “Aside from that, then…” Brigit bit her cheek. “Why me? Was it because I’m available? We all had hours to kill? If you two are a couple, I don’t see how I play into that, even with what you said on the plane.”
    Slone stood and Ja’Rol joined him, Slone reaching for her hand to draw her to her feet. “I think it’s time we explained a little more about this then.”
    “ Remember how we said everything would, in time, be explained?”
    Brigit blinked. She hadn’t exactly forgotten they could do that, but she’d definitely not wanted to think about it.
    In answer, she nodded. She knew she couldn’t evade, not with them both looking at her so expectantly.
    Slone drew her closer, then released her hand. “ We don’t have to be touching and we can be miles apart. Ja’Rol and I do this as easily as calling another is normal for you.”
    Brigit’s heart was pounding again. They watched her, simply waiting. Dazed, she reminded herself, she’d asked for explanations.
    “Do you realize you were speaking telepathically earlier, on the plane?” Slone asked her gently.
    Brigit blinked. She had been? Her eyes widened. “Oh my God! I did, didn’t I?” She stuttered. “How? Why?”
    “Remember those talents and gifts I told you we had? Like the telepathy?” Ja’Rol said.
    A stream of light sliced through the curtains of the window, the rest of the never sleeps strip nightlife hidden from view. It struck the carpet where he stood, creating a crescent moon of red. It seemed to form around him, cradling him in the deep color. Her room was a mirror image, with the full living room suite, couches and chairs. Crystal and flowers adorned the room. Elegant but understated, this was the type of room they shot for those travel magazines.
    Coming back to the question, when all she could do was nod, he continued. “Slone and I are…different. We don’t consider ourselves gay because in our kind, there is no gay. You can love whomever, you can be with