Anita Blake 23 - Jason by Laurell K. Hamilton Page B

And she turned in his arms so she could look back over her shoulder at him. They shared the kind of smile that Hollywood tells us we all should be looking for, and it made me happy to see it.
    “Glad to know I’m worth fighting for,” Jason said, and kissed her.
    She kissed him back, and then said, “If I’d known about polyamory in high school, we might have kept dating, but everyone tells you to choose.”
    “You told me you were a lesbian; I respected that, but it meant dating each other was done.”
    “I thought I had to choose one sex to date, one person to love until death do we part, and it never worked for me.”
    “Or me,” he said.
    “I think Freda is monogamous and just pretended not to be until we moved in together.”
    “Do you still love Freda?” Nathaniel asked.
    She didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know, I thought I did, before she was so ugly about Jason. I mean he’s a man, Freda doesn’t have the same parts, so I thought she’d be less jealous than she was of other women, but it’s worse.”
    “Was it worse at first, or only after you got serious about Jason?” Nathaniel asked.
    She thought about that, and finally said, “Actually, from the beginning, she seemed to feel like I was betraying the lesbian sisterhood. I’d always told her I was bisexual, but I think she thought it was just something you say to be hot, or edgy. I’m not just gay, I’m bi, you know?”
    I felt Nathaniel nod at the same time I did. He said, “It’s hot for women to be bi, but it’s not for men.”
    I hugged his arms tight against me. “It is incredibly hot when men are bisexual!”
    He laughed, hugged me, and snuggled over me until we could kiss. “You think so, but most women are weirded out by it, and gay men think you’re just afraid of admitting that you’re gay, and straight men think you are gay, and after their virtue.”
    Jason nodded. “I’m not really bi, at all, but because I’m Jean-Claude’s
pomme de sang
, everyone thinks I am.”
    “His apple of blood,” J.J. said. “You’re his main blood donor.”
    “Actually
pomme de sang
is more than that, it’s almost like a mistress in the old-fashioned sense of keeping them in style,” I said.
    She nodded, face serious again. “Jean-Claude would need a new
pomme de sang
if Jason moves to New York.”
    “I was Anita’s
pomme de sang
once, but when I became her boyfriend she didn’t get a new one,” Nathaniel said.
    “But you’re still in her bed so she can feed on you. Jason will be too far away for Jean-Claude to feed on him.”
    “One problem at a time,” Jason said. “First, do you understand what I meant by rough now?”
    “Yes,” she said, and hugged him around herself. She was back to looking unhappy again.
    “And you’re okay with me having rough with Anita?”
    “Okay, not entirely, but will I make you give her up? No. Honestly, if we all agreed to gentler sex for me, I’d love to have my fantasy come true with Anita and you.”
    I stiffened a little, and Nathaniel helped me hide my face by bending over me and turning me around so we could have a longer and more passionate kiss. I could taste J.J. on his lips, in his mouth, mingling with the taste of my own body. It made me start to pull away, but it wasn’t a bad taste, just . . . I’d never kissed him before when he tasted of another woman. Apparently, my issues with women in certain areas had shown on my face, even before I tasted J.J. I appreciated the help at hiding it, but he gazed down at me as I drew back, a question on his face. J.J. was being a good sport; I needed to be one, too, so I kissed him back deeply, passionately. I worked my issue, instead of letting it spoil things. J.J. was truly being a good sport about being shoved outside her comfort zone. It was just that her sportiness only required her to watch, not participate; my sportiness might be more, um, hands-on, and I was already one woman over my comfort limit, and it wasn’t J.J.
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