They were in the bedroom, where Sookie sat on a settee in front of the vanity, slowly brushing out her wet hair. Eric loved watching the rise and fall of her breasts with every stroke of the brush. She was so gloriously unselfconscious.
She felt Bill before Eric heard the door. Her hand froze, and he could see her knuckles tighten around the hairbrush. Eric smiled at her, sending waves of calm through the bond.
"Bill," he called out.
A moment later Bill walked in. His face a mask of pain, jealousy and desire. He was clearly aroused by what he felt from Sookie, just as much as he was jealous.
"Won't you join us?" Eric asked and he almost laughed at Sookie's double take. "After you clean up of course."
Bill said nothing, but he did not take his eyes off of Sookie, as he slowly took of his clothes and walked into the bathroom. With vampire speed, and before she could even begin to ask Eric what he was doing, Bill rinsed away the blood and returned to the room, his arousal clear. Sookie was riveted.
Sookie looked from Bill to Eric, worry and confusion as clear on her face as it was coming through the bond.
"Don't worry lover. You do not get to my age without learning to be a bit . . . flexible . . . and, willing to experiment and I have realized that you, my dearest, definitely require flexibility. Certain rules must be bent and, others broken. Even certain customs can be . . . adapted. Do you agree . . . brother?"
Bill tore his eyes from Sookie to look at Eric. He seemed to mull Eric's words over carefully, then nodded and said, "yes. I agree. Brother."
Sookie's eyes swung back and forth between the two men. "Is someone going to tell me what's going on here?"
Eric walked over to her. "Not now. Don't talk, just feel." And with that he kissed her deeply, while his hand ...
[EDITED]
SEE NOTE IN CHAPTER 2