Centuries.
“Love you,” he muttered as he pressed his lips against her neck, his arms tight around her waist to hold her steady while he pumped inside her. “Love you, wild Rose.”
“Mac. I love you too. So much. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Never.
“Folks, I’m more excited than I can tell you to see so many new faces in Belly Up tonight. Hobie and I know you’re waiting for our very special guests and the winners of the Las Vegas singing competition that saved our school, Mac and Rose.”
Jolene cheered with the crowd and then leaned in again. “You may not know this, but Hobie and I aren’t exactly good with computers. We had no idea our hero was a Hollywood actor when we met him. That trickster even told us his name was Angus, if you can believe it. And now, he and the fellow stars of Shifting Reality are going to recreate their roles on the big screen!” She sniffed. “He’s a good boy so I hope you’ll all go out and support him when it’s released. And Hobie and I have been invited to the premiere, so if you see me with something fattening in my hand? You just say two words to me. Red carpet.”
The microphone buzzed and she squinted, looking around the room. “They’re running a bit behind, I’m guessing? But until then, I’m told by her husband that one of Mac’s dearest friends used to be a singer herself. Margo Lyons? Can you come on over here and help me out before I get desperate and call Hobie up to do some beatboxing?”
When Margo—after a lot of chanting from the crowd and promises of sexual favors from her husband—finally got on the stage, Saint smiled.
“She’s going to punish you for this. You know that, right?”
Thomas smiled. “She’s been singing around the house since we found out about the competition. I just thought it was time
for her to enjoy her gift again. And she has the sexiest damn voice.”
He glanced up from his phone to see Ume smiling at him. “Speaking of sexy,” he purred. “Are you sure you want to wait for Mac and my cousin? I have a feeling we won’t be getting a performance out of them for at least a few more hours.”
Ume winked at him. “Rose really wanted to see us. From what I remember, it’ll be worth the wait.”
“Dirty girl.” But he was easy. Whatever Ume wanted. His phone buzzed and he looked down. “Interesting.”
Thomas was staring unblinking at the stage, but Ume leaned closer. “What is it, babe?”
“Manx.” Saint licked his lips. “You remember him, I’m sure.”
Ume blushed. “Of course I do. Is he okay?”
“Probably not. I think he’s rambling. Something about a naked genie in his computer and a wish gone awry. I’m sure it’s fine.”
Thomas turned to look at him. “A what in his where?”
“A girl. Something about a girl.”
His friend’s green eyes darkened and he looked back up at his wife on the stage. “Isn’t it always?”
Saint nodded, watching Ume’s hair fall in a shimmer of silk across her shoulders. “And aren’t we lucky?”
Maybe he’d talk to the script supervisor in the morning. This scene was too good to be left out of their movie. Unless he went against the vampires wishes and ensured its success. Then he could add it to Shifting Reality: The Sequel.
Mac would kill him, but it might be worth it.
He didn’t want people to think he’d gone soft.
“I’m bad,” he muttered to himself in amusement. He responded to his friend’s cry for help, realized the instant Mac’s GPS had turned on that they were on their way, bought a present for Ume and added some new code to his videogame. “But they would all be lost without me.”