SIX MONTHS LATER
I rinse out the last of my conditioner.“Lucky,” I call out.“Can you get me a towel?”
You know what no one ever tells you about having powers?That, sometimes, you’ll forget they’re there.It’s only after Lucky pops into existence in the bathroom that I remember I could have moved it myself.
He’s a blur through the frosted glass, a yellow square in his hand.“This one?”
“Thank you.”
Lucky opens the door, and instead of passing it to me, he hooks it around my shoulders and pulls me into him, kissing and licking into my mouth as he backs me against the shower wall.
“You’re getting wet,” I whisper.
He starts kissing my neck, adding to the marks that he and Sterling left yesterday.“Damn right.Look at you.”He presses closer, the hard line of his cock evident through his sweats.
“Lucky …” I melt against the tiles, arching into him.
“He’s right, Mia.You look good enough to eat.”
Sterling leans against the doorframe, watching us, unfazed at the water spreading out on the floor.
Oh hell.I don’t want to resist them.
“Get in here already.I’m cold.”
The only move he makes is to raise a brow.“Make me.”
Gladly.
* * *
An hour later, my hair is still drying.The other interesting part about having powers is all the parts of life they don’t help you with.
Sterling stalks after Lucky as he crosses the apartment in a blink.“Obviously, I can’t stop you from going,” he says, “but can you please pack an extra mask this time?That kid almost caught you on camera last week.”
There’s also the small issue of one rather tall, rather broody mother hen.
“Hey, I don’t ask these assholes to rip it off me,” Lucky says, unperturbed by the handsome shadow he’s gained.“If the glue held better, it wouldn’t be an issue.And you hated the body paint?—”
“The bathroom was stained pink for a week.”
Lucky finally comes to a stop, addressing the room with a cocky grin.“I looked hot though.”
He really, really did.
“That’s beside the point,” Sterling says.
I step between them, stuffing an extra mask in Lucky’s pocket.“The new glue is arriving tomorrow; I just got a shipping update.It’s what they use for movie effects; it’ll hold up.”
Sterling thanks me with a kiss that weakens my knees, which is how I prefer to be thanked by him.“This meeting shouldn’t take too long.”
“No need to rush it.We’re not going anywhere.”
“I know,” he says, kissing me again.
I swear Lucky is rubbing off on him.
After the bank and Sterling’s exclusive, living together made sense.It started as an excuse to keep each other—and our secret—safe, and then one month turned into three, which turned into six.
