Free Jumlin's Spawn by Evernight Publishing

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last of the tools she had used. She shut the housing on the
carousel and fired off the argon laser inside it. A warbling sound
preceded the bright flash that told her sterilization was in
process. The light flashed off, which meant it had finished.
    The thought clung to her, like a fine spider web on
her face she couldn't completely sweep away.
    The simple shower, tiled in natural stone, felt cool
against her skin. It was a soft and calming cool. She leaned into
the rock so that the overhead spray could burst water in every
direction over her. She tilted back to let the water rush across
her face and hair.
    Her mind moved in multiple directions. She thought
about the shampoo in her hand, the soap across her skin, the scent
of artificial essence over natural rock. She thought back across
the lines of cataloged samples until, finally, she remembered what
else was in the pocket of her personal bags…other than the
e-reader.
    My beloved boys , the letter had started.
    I realized, suddenly, I cared for both of you. You
know the words that I can't say. The words I can't write. Well, I
wanted what I wanted, but you wanted each other. I could never
intrude on that or you.
    She realized now, leaving had been the act of a
coward. Yancey had been right.
    And now, he would know.
    Fear's coldness shot through her arms to counter the
hot spray. Shaking, she reached up and shut off the spray.
    Maybe Yancey wouldn't read it, she thought.
    This is Yancey, she replied to herself. He kicks in
doors, he doesn't know white world boundaries, so of course he'll
read it.
    The shower room door opened, then very slowly
closed.
    “You think,” Yancey's voice started, “that oral sex
is intrusive?”
    She shut her eyes. So much for the hope he hadn't
read the letter. “You weren't supposed to read that.”
    “It was addressed to us.”
    “But I hadn't given it to you yet. It was private
until I did.”
    “Is the letter true?” he asked sharply.
    She stayed quiet a moment, but the shaking in her
voice echoed with her words as she said, “Yeah.”
    “Then I was right about why you left,” he said.
    “Yes, yes. You were right, okay? The victory is
yours. It doesn't give me the right to intrude upon you.”
    “It's not an intrusion if we let you in,” he said,
his voice very near her now.
    “It's still not right.”
    A hand touched her shoulder. She tried to move away
but the hand held her in place. Her whole body seemed to be growing
sunburn from the flush across her skin.
    “Before we have this talk, at least let me get
dressed,” she said.
    “That would be counterproductive,” Yancey whispered
into her ear, his lips brushing softly against her throat. “I need
you to tell me, why do you think oral sex is brutally
intrusive?”
    She shook her head hard. Her skin's burning sensation
invaded her blood, seeping through her veins. “I meant the vision
of it was…the energy of it was. Not the act itself.”
    “In other words, it made you fucking hot,” he
said.
    She whirled around to face him, swung her body to
move around him. He put out an arm to block her path, but she
jumped the other way. She grabbed up her clothes and stormed back
into the cottage's bedroom, but then jumped under the king-sized
daybed's blankets.
    “Well, that hurried things along,” Oliver said,
walking up to climb into the bed from the left side.
    “And here we thought we'd have to talk you into
getting into bed with us,” Yancey said as he crawled across the
king-sized bed from the right side. “No more excuses.”
    “We need to take this slowly,” she said.
    “Not anymore,” he replied. “I say waiting just makes
more room for your fear.”
    “We tossed a coin to see who got you first,” Oliver
whispered.
    “I won,” Yancey said as grabbed the blanket over her
and flung it to the floor.
    Yancey and Oliver pounced at once. The sensations,
the sharp unforgiving waves of pleasure, caused by two men sucking
hungrily at two different nipples,