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Chapter
6
Eros
drummed his fingers on the table in the coffee shop and considered
his situation. It would help if he could consume more caffeine but
since the mortals had gone and made coffee so expensive he was
limited to one a day. He shook his head. What was a latte anyway?
Had they made up that word?
Bacchus
stared at him through red-brimmed eyes. When was the last time Eros
had seen Bacchus not hung-over? One millennia? Two? “Let me get
this straight. The woman gives you an ultimatum and rather than
telling her to go fuck off you are actually considering doing what
she wants?”
“I
can’t explain it.” He wasn’t even lying; he couldn’t come up
with a reason why Tessa was so damned important to him except she
was—and he had to go with the path he was on since no other ones
were currently presenting themselves to him. “She’s special.
That’s really what it comes down to and the only one my dick is
willing to get hard for anymore.”
Bacchus
shook his head. “Better you than me, my brother. Alright, here’s
the deal. I think it’s fairly obvious that your arrows have gone
askew because your dick is acting up. Whatever has thrown one of them
out of alignment has made the other one go soft, or vice versa.”
He
hated any conversation that combined talk of his dick with the word
soft. “Go
on.”
If
he clenched his teeth any tighter together he was going to give
himself a migraine.
“Excuse
me.” A nasally voice caught his attention and three women stood to
their left. They seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform he’d
never seen before but consisted of each one of them dressed in black
yoga pants, a long sleeve t-shirt depicting various phrases about
working out, and sneakers to complete the look. Perched on their
hips were three toddlers, one of whom waved at Bacchus like they were
old friend. Maybe they were. Who knew who the Gods chose to
reincarnate these days or where those souls got sent.
Bacchus
raised a finger and waved back at the toddler, leaving Eros to deal
with the woman who had spoken to them. “Can I help you?”
“We
don’t like that kind of conversation in here. There are children
present.” The female on the left accentuated every word she said
with a flip of her brown hair over her shoulder. She would be
beautiful if she hadn’t pursed her lips and if holier-than thou
attitude didn’t radiate from her pores.
Eros
leaned forward. “Couple of things. Number one, this is a coffee
shop, not a day care. If you don’t like what I’m saying, feel
free to leave. Number two, you really need to get laid. Go home and
see whoever gave you that beautiful baby and make him get you to come
at least three times tonight. See if it loosens the stick from your
ass.”
“Okay.”
Bacchus jumped to his feet, grabbing Eros by the arm when he did.
“Time to go. Enough caffeine for you.” They were on the street
before the woman could even gasp and rounding the corner. “Don’t
mess with those women Eros. Didn’t you see their shirts? They do
cross-fit. One of them could probably throw you through the window
of the coffee place before you even knew what hit you. Do you have
any idea how hard it is to get blood stains out of clothing?”
“How
do you even know this?” What did Bacchus do when no one paid
attention?
“Long
story. Look, okay, if you’re going to do this crazy thing and give
Tessa what she wants because she is the only one you can fuck right
now then let’s get to it. I don’t know what to do about getting
your dick to behave. That’s out of my realm of expertise, but I do
know someone who can help with the arrows.” They crossed the street
quickly before the light turned. “Although I hate to ask the
bastard.”
Eros
stopped walking immediately. “You don’t mean…”
“I
do, unfortunately.” Bacchus sighed loudly. “I think you’re
going to have to go ask Apollo to help you.”
Eros
shuddered. “I would rather take a bullet through the head.”
“Well
considering that wouldn’t kill you, I rather believe you would.”
Bacchus laughed. “Listen, you go see Apollo or we could talk to
your mother about the dick problem.”
“Absolutely
not.” The very idea turned his stomach. “My mother can’t know
anything about this. Aphrodite would have a field day. I’d never
hear the end of it. But really? Apollo is such a downer. He’s
going to be all disapproving. I’m going to hear a lecture for the
ages.”
“And
then when he’s done with that, he’ll fix your arrows and maybe
even your dick in the process.”
Eros
had thought he didn’t want to hear any phrases that contained the
words dick
and soft
in them, but hearing Apollo and his cock in the same description was
much, much worse.
“Come
on, Cupid, let’s go get this over with so you can finally bed Tessa
and get on with your life.”
Nodding,
he followed Bacchus down the street. He didn’t correct the other
man’s assumption, but he had a strong suspSeicion that once he bedded
Tessa again, he would never, ever
want anyone else. She was it for him and he’d jump through any
hoops he had to, to get to her. Even Apollo’s.
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