“You guys wanna come in?” she asked when we got there. Her eyes danced when she said it. I felt a quick stir of excitement in my pants.

“Hell, yeah,” we said almost in perfect unison.

Once we were inside, the mood seemed to shift. The cool air on the way here had sobered me, and by the look of him, Jules too.

“So, uh, we were kind of thinking maybe we should talk or something,” said Jules, shooting me a look that told me he could use a little backup.

Storm didn’t seem particularly interested in what he was saying. She’d turned on some music and was swaying gently in time with it. I knew full well what Jules was trying to say and I knew that at least part of it pertained closely to me but watching Storm’s hips move was making it hard for me to formulate a sensible response.

She moved across the room to me and pulled me close. She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck and leaned back, shaking her hair out behind her. I was transfixed. I could see the pale blue of the veins in her neck under her skin. I don’t even remember deciding to put my arms around her waist. They just found their way there and then she was in my arms, pressed up against me. She smelled stronger than human girls do. Stronger and better. It was hard to describe. Something about the way she smelled felt right. Really, really right. She turned in my arms so her ass was pressed against my erection, and we were both facing Jules.

“Are you jealous?” she said to Jules.

“Yeah. Very.”

I kind of loved him for being so honest. I’m not sure I would have been if I’d been in his place.

“Why?”

“’Cause you’re rubbing your butt all over Sully and I want your butt all over me.”

She made a soft sound that could have passed for a laugh, and motioned for him to come closer. He did. He took a few tentative steps toward her. His eyes were full of disappointment and a hint of confusion. She ran her hand up his arm. I saw him quiver when she did it.

“I um, I er, think, I think you should choose, Storm. Sully and I . . . that’s what we both think.”

“You think I should choose, do you? Why?” There was something different in her voice when she said it. Something playful. Something dangerously sexy. Something that told me Storm was a woman who wasn’t the slightest bit sorry about the things she wanted.

“Well, you have to. Y-you kind of have to choose one of us,” he stammered.

“Why in the world would I choose one?” she said. “When anyone can see the two of you come as part of a package.”