Oh yeah, I’d forgotten he’d been out of the loop on Maximus’ secret exploits.
“Just a little side-hustle,” Max mumbles through some bacon. “Not all of us sleep on piles of gold every night.”
“What kind of side-hustle?”
Max shrugs. “An Augmentis set up. Brewing that shit takes forever. I made a still in some unused space under the laundry. That’s how I found the light-portal. Shit, man; my fucking potion might still be percolating—that shit is gonna be jet fuel!”
The sneer on Cosmo’s face is major class. “Why would you want to take that filthy stuff?”
“Oh, no, dude; I don’t get high off my own supply. But if some rich fuckers wanna pay me big bucks, why wouldn’t I let them? It's not my fault they’ve no will-power. I’ll go check it out.”
“And check for Wes’s camera stuff,” I tell him.
After Max disappears into my room to get changed, I chase down the final Lucky Charms in my bowl, then refill my coffee. “So what next, Cos?”
Cosmo places his disgusting-looking green smoothie on the counter. “Havengard City. Father wants to see me.”
My heart immediately fills with sympathy. Tyrus Drakeward is the worst human being in the world. “What do you think he wants?”
Cos shrugs. “I don’t know, but I can’t remember the last time I was summoned to him in person.”
“Shall we come with?” I ask.
He shrugs in his very Cosmo Drakeward pretend-nonchalance way, but I always see through that crap. He wants me and Wes at his side.
“You really think your brother is up for a trip out?”
Now it’s my turn to shrug. “Don’t see why not? Maybe it’ll jog some more memories.”
“Fine, then thanks. We leave in an hour. I want to get there early. You know what he’s like.”
Yeah, I know that fucker. “Don’t sweat it. We’ve got your back, Cos.”
With that sorted, Cosmo downs the rest of his grass-shake, and I polish off the coffee pot. Time to get dressed, but first I do some adulting. A couple of emails later, I’ve booked movers to bring all our shit out of storage and back to Validus Vale. Having to wear Cosmo’s preppy shit is giving me hives.
And maybe having our belongings will nudge Wes into remembering who the fuck he is.
Fingers crossed.
Shit. I look at the clock. Tee-Tee will have classes, and I really wanted to see her before the day started.
To check she’s OK, not just kiss those perfect pouty lips. Hmm, I picture how her tits looked in that cute chili-pepper top. Talk about hot stuff. And when she looks up at me with those big eyes. Gods, my cock aches like a bastard, gonna have to take matters into my own hands.
A minute later, I’m back in the shower, imagining she’s with me, soaking wet. I pump at my length and think about her kneeling before me, looking up with those big, silver eyes. I want to feel her heat. I want to be inside her, buried so deep I can forget about Wes, forget about the danger-void, forget about everything but her.
I pick up the pace, imagining her mouth on me, hot and wet. She’d take me all, sucking me tight until I couldn't breathe. Until she couldn't breathe.
Fuck.
I explode hot cum all over my hand and the shower cubicle. It’s even streaked up the glass partition. Heart still racing, I swipe a finger through my release and suck a little of the mess off my finger.
Salty.
Yeah. I want her belly full of that.
The stallion inside of me snorts with approval.
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