“Good,” I say. “Different.”
“Less apocalyptic?” she says with a small laugh, but I know she doesn’t really think it’s funny.
“Maybe? I’ve had some interesting images. I’ll show you soon.” I haven’t been sharing my work with her lately. The photos are off. I’m seeing things that shouldn’t be there—but they’re also not as disturbing as they were before we performed the spell. I can’t quite decipher it. I glance over. “What about you? How’s the book?”
“Slow,” she admits. “I’m having some writer’s block.”
I flip our hands and squeeze hers. “You’ll get past it. Things have been weird lately. Change is hard on creativity.”
“I just stare at the page and nothing comes out.”
“Then I’m glad we’re going out. Sitting around and dwelling on it only makes it worse. Trust me, I’ve been there.”
I speed through the city, taking shortcuts and trying to avoid traffic. The Tesla runs smooth and when I change gears Morgan moves her hand to the back of my neck and runs her nails up under the band holding up my hair. I lose concentration for a moment and turn left a road too soon.
“Shit,” I mutter when we’re trapped in a narrow, dark alley. “Wrong turn.” I turn to look out the back window and like a tragic destiny an 18-wheeler rolls to a stop, blocking the alley. “Dammit.”
“What happened?”
“We’re stuck. I guess I can go ask the truck driver to move.” I check my watch. It’s going to be tight.
I glance over but stop cold when I see the wolfish grin on Morgan’s lips. Her fingers tighten around my neck. She pulls me closer.
I ask, “What?”
“I think your mistake just became the best decision you’ve made all day.” I raise my eyebrows in question but she unclips her seatbelt and leans over. “I don’t know if it’s how handsome you look in that suit or this sexy as hell car, but I’d think we’d be remiss to not make the most of this moment.”
She licks her lips and reaches for the ever-present hard-on in my pants.
“Here?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
I shake my head. “No. No, I really don’t.”
I adjust the seat to recline and Morgan leans over to kiss me. Her hand runs along the outside of my pants, taunting, teasing. I touch her hair and neck. I kiss her mouth. Her hands and fingers explore and before long I’m straining against my pants.
“You know,” I tell her as she unbuckles my belt and frees my cock from the confines of my pants. Have mercy. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I said no panties.”
She grins. It’s nice to see her carefree smile. “I like to switch things up. Plus you can repay the favor later.”
She kisses my lips once more and then bends over my hips, enveloping me in her hot, warm mouth. I clench a hand in her hair and stare at the ceiling of the car, murmuring a promise, “Don’t worry, I will.”
Chapter Five
Morgan
An hour later I can still taste Sam on my tongue as we arrive fashionably late for the reservations he made at a club uptown. The valet takes the car and Sam, red-cheeked and eyes slightly glazed, grabs my hand. He’s a contrast of sexy looks; a nice fitting suit and tie along with the for-once tidy bun at the back of his head.
I hear the music before we enter and stop short. “You brought me to see Clinton?”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like to see him play again.” He didn’t add under better circumstances, but it’s implied.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? Because last time…”
“Last time you had the Darkness fucking with you.” He pulls me close. “You don’t need to be afraid. You’re tough as nails and different now.”
I can’t help but think this is just another test. A way to see how I’ll react under pressure. My guardians are smart, even if they are huge pains in the ass sometimes.