Chaz laughs while rolling his eyes, and Karma gets on her tiptoes to kiss the slightly jealous incubus. He doesn’t have to worry about her going anywhere.
Kimber wearing her leather pants and a tight shirt is going to be pretty damn distracting. She looks over at me, noticing me when I prop up against the porch column, and she takes a deep breath. This is it.
She comes over to me, her eyes trained on mine and unwavering, and she stops just in front of me, tilting her head back so that our eye contact doesn’t break.
“Stay alive, dark boy. I found the perfect new piercing for you, and I want to take you to get it tomorrow.”
My lips turn in a wry grin about the time Ella trips and stumbles off the porch, her cheeks flaming red. Kimber snickers softly, but then she pulls me down to kiss me hard.
“Just so you know,” she says, her lips just barely breaking contact with mine, “there are a lot of experiences I haven’t had yet. And I want to have them all with you.”
I brush her cheekbone with my thumb, slowly sliding my hand up into her blonde hair before tugging her head back a little farther. “I said I couldn’t have any more unique experiences.” I run my other hand down to her waist, taking a breath and committing everything about her to memory. “I was wrong.”
She grins up at me, but Dice interrupts us before I can drag her back up to the bedroom.
“Let’s get this shit going. I made us a playlist to get our adrenaline pumping. It’s called hashtag—badass.”
***
GAGE
It’s quiet. Too quiet. They should have struck by now.
Kimber takes my hand in hers, trying not to show her nervousness, but we’re all growing restless and silently dwelling on it.
Pulling out my phone, I start texting.
Me: Anything from the east?
Thad: Notta damn thing
Rolling my eyes, I move on to the next one.
Me: Anything from the west?
Chaz: Just forest creatures.
The slightest stir of the wind has my head snapping up, but there’s nothing there. So I continue checking in.
Me: Anything from the north?
Dice: #Crickets
Kimber frowns down at the phone before I put it away, and we go back to the waiting game.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, headlights flicker in the distance, and we all stand still, watching from the deep shadows.
Kimber shifts silently, preparing for anything, and I send a text to everyone at once.
Me: Coming in from the south.
Then I type out another message.
Me: How long can you last?
Immediately, I get a message back.
Chaz: Hopefully as long as we need.